#keep your dunce cap on

[snowdropssunflowers]

I know Sebastian technically doesn't kill for MC in this scene but you get the idea, the dude need to calm down. Besides that, I think the quote fits all too well with our favorites from HL!

[nab1wuzhere]

Magnetic

“You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I saw plenty.”

“In my eyes.”

“…Does it matter?”

~

summary:

Bakugo Katsuki, No. 3 Hero in the charts, massive amounts of tan girls, always invited to galas, events, and even award shows along side his peers, but he has never once gotten a dating scandal in his whole career. Has never even looked in a woman's direction. So you can be certain he won't change his actions when artist Y/N is invited to sing at a private Christmas Gala hosted for hero's to celebrate the season and a year well done of duties...right?

Singer, artist, model Y/N, has it all. Looks, wealth, awards, friends, family, and boyfriends.. her music revolves around her relationships and past relationships along with her mental health that she speaks about through her music. She gets asked to gigs almost every day but few are lucky to book her, when her team gets a request for the Christmas Hero Gala which is highly exclusive, she immediately agrees to entertaining the hero's, excited for the night she doesn't realize she caught a certain man's attention in the back of the crowd..

• slow burn - secret pining - romance - bold Y/N, shy Katsuki - vice versa - celebrity!y/n x aged up!katsuki

• following contains, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, alcohol, mental illness, heavy party scenes and probably more !

• 18+ only!! this is your warning

• the rest of the celebrities mentioned in this series i do not take credit for, and the songs mentioned all writing ownership belongs to them! i do not take credit except for this fan fiction!

!! just a friendly reminder this is all fake, simply my imagination placed into writing !!

Chapter one

intro

After Kirishima left Katsuki alone in his hotel, Katsuki much to his dismay went through a whole social media dive on Y/N. Research, is what he told himself when he scrolled through her Instagram. Photo dumps from her and her friends, including a few actors Katsuki was familiar with, a picture of her dog, Bell, a candid photo of her in the studio, headphones placed on her head.. 'She's pretty' he thought but quickly brushed it away.

Yeah, Katsuki was extremely private when it came to his love life, so what? Was that a crime? Not at all, he had a disgust for the media and he sure as hell didn't want strangers all up in his personal life, it's how he has always been even from his UA days.

All of a sudden his phone started blowing up from the group chat he had with his friends. Kirishima sent a video from some Hollywood website, headlined "Y/N seen getting off at an airport in Japan". the video showed Y/N in a baseball cap wearing all black and a few bodyguards surrounding her, screams were blasting from his phone, flashes bouncing off her as she walked keeping her head down.

"For fucks sake.." Katuski scowled at the video, where's the humanity in following someone around? God he hated paparazzi.

Buzz Buzz.

Shitty Hair - OH GOD! this was today! she's here in Japan!

Raccoon Eyes - EEEK! I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW, WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'LL WEAR?!?!

Bob Head - oh god! that's a lot of pap.. i hope she's okay :(

Nerd - Yeah.. I'm sure someone like her is used to it but, wouldn't that get a little draining?

He hated to admit it, but Deku was right, shit, having people scream your name everywhere you go has got to get tiring.

Shitty Hair - yeah, I'm sure it is tiring, but that's what you get in that industry, hell guys even we get that

Shitty Hair - …but seriously, I think she's gonna wear black

Pump Legs - She's definitely wearing red

Raccoon eyes - I SECOND THAT!!!!!

Shitty Hair - NO?!?

Shitty Hair - Katsuki! what do you think?

- i’m not participating.

Dunce Face - the obvious answer is green

Pump Legs - Wanna bet?

Shitty Hair - KATSUKIIIIIII

- white.

Shitty Hair - WHITE?!

Bob Head - waaaiiiittt cause i can see it..

Aaaand that was Katsuki's queue to exit the group chat, he scoffed to himself and was just about to go shower but curiosity got the best of him. He groaned before googling her name. Pictures and articles popped up of her when one of them caught his eye. "BREAKUP?! Y/N and Cole Malter’s 1 year relationship comes to a CLOSE" Katsuki's interest was peaked and he clicked on the link, scrolling down pictures of Y/N at red carpets were displayed, a tall guy with black hair and a cocky look in his eye was seen standing next to her. A very obvious grip on her waist. Katsuki narrowed his eyes and thought, ‘Who even is this guy?’ before realizing he was an actor on a popular sci-fi show Deku was once talking to Sero about during one of their movie nights. He could tell immediately this Cole guy was an asshole, just by the way his lips curved up into a smug grin and again that tight possessive grip on Y/N's waist. Katuski glanced over at Y/N trying to read her expression but was only met with a bright smile that creased the corner of her eyes a little.

Scrolling down on the article, according to a source Cole's very “open” drug addiction was one of the reasons for the split. A video was attached bellow showing Y/N and Cole late at night in LA by a crosswalk, Cole was clearly drunk out of his mind as he threw himself on her while laughing. Y/N's face was anything but happy. You see her shaking her head at him before turning him as she spoke, Cole throws his arms up in a defensive way, but Y/N keeps at it. She moves her hands in a expressive manner as Cole lights up a cigarette, seconds later he puffs smoke directly in her face..

Y/N stands there no longer speaking and turns back in front of her with a blank expression on her face, Cole laughing, no remorse shown. The video ends there.

Katsuki scrolls to the comments,

user62946: omfg it's so obvious he's high on TOP of being drunk.

y/nforpresident: what an ASS. I would've dumped him too.

maggieisabbi: when I see stuff like this I always think if people were dropped on their head as baby

reply/user72048: LOLLLLLL

kentuckyfriedchicken: didn't he just get out of rehab too??? how long has this been going on

deluluisthesolulu: I feel awful for her, my partner for 3 years was a druggie, by far most draining experience EVER. glad she got out when she did.

Kastuki shut his phone off after reading a couple more comments. A pang of sympathy rushed through him for her, he immediately clocked it and shook his head, he has no relation to her, tomorrow night will be the first and last time they ever crossed paths.

"Why do I even care?"

-

Y/N was awoken by a knock on her door, her manager, Crystal and long time best friend came through after announcing it was her. Y/N groaned dramatically when Crystal pulled the curtains open, the sun stinging her eyes immediately.

"CRYSTALLL."

"Wake up hun, we gotta get you ready for tonight."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, when her team got a request for her performance a month ago she was thrilled to say the least, she loved gala's and being able to have more domestic performances like she was just another girl with a voice.

"Uh?? Hello!! Yes!", was the first thing she said when Crystal pitched the idea to her.

Y/N was a big fan of the heroes and felt like her dreams were coming true when she realized she would meet some of her favorite ones! Not realizing they were just as excited to meet her.

After an hour of hair she was now sat down on a high chair, her makeup team working away their magic, she texted her mom letting her know how the preparations were going. A text came up from Cole, Y/N stared at it her stomach swarming with anxiety, she swiped the text away not even bothering to read what he had texted. With a deep breath she shut her phone off and focused on getting ready.

"Was that Cole?", Crystal asked with a hint of worry.

Y/N shook her head, "Doesn't matter, when I go back to LA I'll deal with him then.."

Cyrstal stayed silent, fiddling with her bracelet, "Just.. be careful? This isn't the first time he's come crawling back and-"

"I've got it handled Crys."

"-No I know it's just.." she sighed looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, "guard yourself, don't succumb back into what he wants."

Y/N extended a hand, holding Crystals hand with a small squeeze, "I won't."

Crystal smiled, “Good, now chop chop people we have to be out the door and on our way to the venue in less than thirty minutes!!”

Y/N smiled, Crystal completely back on manager duty, her mind went back to Cole, thinking about the last in person conversation they had.. Cole was almost on his knees asking her not to leave him, but she was too tired to continue on with him and his actions, she didn’t care about her image, if Cole needed her by his side during his recovery out of his addiction she would, and she was, but he just wasn’t meeting her halfway, and in the end the only person getting hurt was her.

“Hey babes?”, Kelly, her makeup artist spoke up, “I’m intrigued, who are you most excited to meet tonight?”

Y/N was pulled out of her daze and smiled brightly, “Now there’s a question I want to be asked! ..Hmm, honestly? I adore Red Riot, his quirk is so coool!! His whole friend group seems like such sweet people”

Crystal jumped in, “Oh yeah, i read somewhere they all went to the same hero school, UA or something”

Kelly nodded, “Yeah the top 3 hero’s are in that group as well… gonna be completely blunt, that Shoto hero…? Such a good looking guy”

Y/N snickered while Crystal laughed, “Oh my gosh let’s talk about it, that guy you mentioned Y/N, Red Riot? He could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d thank him”

“Haha-! What the hell Crystal?!”

Crystal and Kelly laughed along with some of the other staff working who overheard the girls conversation

After Kelly stopped laughing she asked, “What about you? Who do you find attractive from all the hero’s?”

Y/N shook her head, “No way in hell am i answering that-”

“Awww come onnnn!”

“No!”

“Please?!”

Y/N sighed, a small smile betraying her, “Uhm.. well Dynamight’s pretty cute-”

A squeal from the two girls pierced Y/N’s eardrums, “Oh my god shut up both of you! Aren’t we on a time crunch? I’m still with the same unblended concealer I had five minutes agooo!”

Crystal shook her head grinning before clapping her hands and ordering people around, Y/N smiled as a giggle escaped her and Kelly.

“Isn’t Dynamight the really loud and brash one? I heard he once cussed out a reporter on live television”

Y/N nodded, “Yeahh.. but that reporter did ask him a really stupid, out of the box question, so i think it’s completely valid”

“Yeah but doesn’t he like hate is fans or something? Anytime he’s at fan signs he always look so miserable”

Y/N pressed her lips, “You know he once saved two children from an apartment complex that was on fire and was about to crumble within seconds? He even helped an old lady at the grocery store cross the road because she was afraid to make cars stop for long just so she could go?” she paused for a moment, “Does he sometimes come off as loud? aggravated? mean? yeah, but so do we, that man has seen things and experienced things we couldn’t even imagine,” she ends with a shrug, “I’m just not convinced he’s truly like that”

-

Later into the evening Y/N was behind a secluded corner, preparing herself as she was about to go on stage and sing for the heroes she peaked out a curtain to see everyone gathered around, shes preformed in front of filled to the brim stadiums, always feeling confident beforehand and right about now she needed some of that confidence.

This was a more domestic appearance, they didn’t come here to see her, she came here to be the one to bring on a show for them and bring it well.

“You are 3 minutes till entrance Ms Y/N”, spoke out a tech staff that was helping for the night, she thanked them and noticed they were still lingering, “Is something the matter?”

“Oh! No- no i just- well, could i get a picture?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course!”

She finished up with the staff and began to take deep breaths to ease her stress

Suddenly microphone feedback rang in the air and a rough voice spoke out, it was All Might, one of the greatest hero’s about to make a speech.

“Ahem, hello everyone good evening, it’s good to see everyone here and thriving.” applause erupted, “As you know this year was filled with its challenges, hardships and struggles.. a lot of you have been placed in situations where some of us couldn’t handle. Some were forced to make difficult decisions, some of us easy ones.., but at the end of it we completed what we chose to do, and that was make the world a safer place.” applause filled the room a second time, “Now, it is time to relax, celebrate the holiday season, enjoy friends and old faces we haven’t seen in a while and most of all, pat one another on the back for yet another great year of hero work!!” some heroes let out whistles and cheers

“Now i won’t bore you any longer and skip to the part i know we all.. have been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Please give a loud and warm welcome to the woman who is by far the voice of this generation.. Ms Y/N!!”

Y/N’s heart felt like it got squeezed at the lovely compliment given to her, All Might stepped off the stage and the lights going completely off, a few gasps let out, she walked out onto the stage, careful not to trip, standing in front of the mic stand, her iconic jeweled microphone in her hand.

Flash

The lights came back on in an instant revealing Y/N standing in a beautiful while shimmer dress, her curled hair draping down her back, her cheeks rosy, her eye shadow glittering from the lights, a smile peaking out from her glossy lips.

“Heroes how we doing tonight!?”

Applause was not hesitated the minute she spoke. As the music began to play, a familiar christmas chime filling everyone’s ears, Y/N looked around the crowd seeing everyone’s faces and smiling before her eyes locked on dark red ruby ones, the eyes no doubt belonged to him.. Katsuki Bakugo.

authors note:

never in my whole time of being here on tumblr would i ever think i would have the guts to publish something, and when i finally do it received a lot of love and attention! (at least in my eyes)

seriously all the love from the intro made me so happy and i’m glad you all love it!! as requested here is a taglist! comment if you want to be added as well :}

ps. look out for a moodboard i’ll be posting! ;}

@d1orhaz3 @stoned-anime-babe @yjploum @penguinsravioli @mutsu422 @anonymity-222

[genieswishes]

money’s got you working ft. Saxon Ratliff

screenshotted from @men-in-4k

MDNI 18+

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

cw: p in v (protected), squirting, saxon, work rivals

a/n: ughh another saxon drabble where he’s fucking his dad’s work favorite cause he’s a deranged freak 🙄 anyways, got this out of drafts now & title inspired by drake’s “practice”

Moving to North Carolina was your first mistake, but fucking SAXON RATLIFF? Someone needs to grab the dunce cap and pass it straight to you. It definitely fits in your current predicament.

Saxon is one of the most entitled assholes you’ve ever met, and he’s likely also going to be the best dick you’ve ever had. With the way he’s slamming his hips into you, you might as well throw your degree away, because you’re going dumb, dumb-dee, dumb, dumb, dumb.

Not to mention, you’re slurring your words… the only audible sounds coming out of you are begs and squeals. Not that Saxon really gives a fuck what you say, just that you keep trying to run away. He’s manhandling the fuck out of you, using his hands to keep yours on your back. He can’t help that your body keeps lurching forward, so naturally, he needs to keep a hold on you. Every time you go towards the front of the bed post, he’s got you slam back onto his cock.

Keep in mind, Saxon only really thinks about himself. He has it in his head that he’s a sex god because every other girl he’s gotten his dick wet in always ended up dick-dazed, y’know? That particular look on their face of fucked out and pleased? No one ever told him otherwise. Other than you, maybe. You with your prissy little attitude and your snarky quips, that only makes him wonder if your impressive resume is really going to matter when he has you pulsing around him. (Spoiler alert, no.)

Of course he thinks it will be the same with you. You’re his dad’s go-to person in the office, you wouldn’t disappoint now. Which is why he has you on all fours, fucking you rough and having you scream his name and foam white all around his base. Except he doesn’t know that all the other girls had their fingers circling their clit, while yours are trapped in his hands as leverage to move you at his will.

“Sax, let me touch myself this time, please.” The growing pile of condoms on the floor as testament of you letting him have his way.

“What do you mean? Can’t you cum like this?”

“No, I need to be touched!” You whine out.

“Come onnn,” And Saxon has the audacity to draw out his words. “I bet if you try really hard, you’ll get there.”

You’re telling him you can’t, he won’t accept that just his dick can’t bring you to completion, and now he’s whispering obscenities in your ears with your hands pinned by his large palms.

You don’t mean to moan from that. You really don’t. But you can’t help that he is punching that certain spot in you and you feel so full, and that feeling is turning into something that you recognize isn’t just your arrival.

Before you can even warn him, you’re tightening around him, spasming as you soak his base completely. He’s got you squirting and messing up the hotel bedsheets. Your mascara mixed with your tears and dried at your cheeks, your lips all plump from before, sweat sticking strands of your hair around your face; you are a mess.

You look behind you to see this asshole’s smug smirk. He looks a little crazed too; eyes just wide with amusement. His hair, while not as messy as yours, is tousled a bit. He hasn’t even taken himself out of you, sitting you up on his dick.

“Holy shit, did you just squirt?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Your laptop needs repair and you're at risk of embarrassing yourself and the company in front of some very big investors.

Warnings: Ransom kinda being an ass. Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

A/N2: I know Thanksgiving (USA) is next week but who cares about accurate timing?

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Previous

"What the he--what is 'Friendsgiving'?" Ransom quickly stops himself from saying the minor curse. You've been nothing but friendly towards him and he's been trying his damnedest to return that, including not cursing around you because you don't like that kind of language.

"It's an alternative to Thanksgiving, for those of us who prefer friends to family," you answer. "We get together at someone's place and we each bring a dish to contribute to the meal. You can do the meal like a 'traditional' Thanksgiving, with all the food at the table, but I'm hosting so we're doing it potluck style!"

"Potluck style?"

You think for a few seconds before explaining. You've learned that Ransom definitely didn't have the average upbringing and that it's very much a sore spot for him so you've been working on how to explain things without sounding condescending. It's actually helped you out in your presentations and meetings.

"The basics of a potluck setup is that it's like one of those all-you-can-eat buffets, but with homemade food."

"Okay, I get that," Ransom nods. He's been grateful for your willingness to explain these kinds of things to him but he's learned that, if he doesn't acknowledge that he's understood what you said, you'll just continue to explain. "But I can't cook."

"That's okay," you assure. "Store bought stuff still works. The point of Friendsgiving is to have fun, not nitpick each other's contributions." Ransom huffs a little at that, thinking of all the Thanksgiving meals that devolved into fights about who's personal chef was better. "Seriously, my stuffing is always just Stove Top, from the box. You can just bring some cookies or a pie from the store and that'll work!"

"Thanks," he mumbles. He's fighting putting up his usual cold demeanor to hide the fact that he's ashamed at his lack of cooking skills. A part of him is pretty sure you're genuinely not judging him, but you can't undo decades of emotional abuse after just a couple years. Still, he's been trying and you've been very helpful in that. "So who else will be showing up?"

"If all goes well, Spitfire and a few other friends of mine, whom you haven't met yet." Ransom winces at that. "What? Do you not like them?"

"I...I don't think Spitfire likes me," he confesses. "I...it was stupid of me, I admit. I made fun of her size. She was standing right next to Walter and their difference in size was just really funny to me."

"And so you expressed that in a very rude way?"

"Yes," he grumbles.

"Well then you should send her an email to apologize and make sure to do so in person at Friendsgiving."

"Will she be bringing Walter along?"

"If all goes well," you smile. "So do not bring up the fact that I told you about the dunce cap, please!"

Ransom gives you a smug grin. "We'll see, Bubbles."

"Nooooo! Pretty please, Ransom?" You give him your best playful pout, knowing he can't keep a straight face every time you use it.

Sure enough, he laughs. "Okay, okay. I'll keep the secret. That's what friends do, right?"

"Thank you! Can I hug you?"

He winces, "I...I'm still not ready for that."

"That's okay," you're quick to reassure. "Just tell me when you are so I can give you a giant koala hug!"

He smiles, "thanks."

To say Ransom was overwhelmed would be an understatement. It's not even that there were a lot of people at the Friendsgiving (they were greatly outnumbered by the fall themed plushies you'd used to decorate). It's just...they were all having a good time. No one had started arguing. No one was threatening to call the lawyers. Everyone was having a good time. Ransom was very much out of his element here.

His one comfort, if you can call it that, was the biscoff cookies on the dessert table. He'd noticed no one else was really eating them so he took that as an okay to indulge as he needed them. Yes, they were a reminder of painful family gatherings, but at least it had some familiarity for him. Something to help him keep his metaphorical feet on the ground since he couldn't get his bearing among these friends of yours.

Even Spitfire and Walter were the most cordial he's ever seen them. It felt like he was in an alternative reality. Worse than that, it was a reality he'd known was possible and wanted for himself, but he felt so out of place in it. It hurt because what if he couldn't actually handle the reality he'd wanted? Did he make a mistake getting away from his family? His only real distraction was the biscoff cookies.

There were a few times Ransom had to excuse himself to step outside for some air. The brisk weather always helped him feel better. The cold winds always felt like a smack to the face that helped him regain his senses. He really needed that right now.

After the second time you excuse yourself and follow him outside. "Ransom?" you get his attention. "Are you okay?"

He's startled out of his deep breathing and he quickly shakes his head. "I'm okay. I'm okay. This is just different than I'm used to."

"If it's too much, if you need to leave, I'll understand."

"Did I say I wanted to leave?!" he snaps, making you flinch. He immediately drops his face, angry with himself for his outburst. You're just trying to help and he can't stop being an asshole.

"You're not the only one who had a bad family, you know." Ransom doesn't look up. "I went no contact with my own family. I'm guessing for very different reasons than you did. At least, I hope it was different reasons. You know I wasn't even allowed to attend public school because my parents knew it was a brainwashing government institution designed to get you to worship Satan?" Ransom huffs.

"Anyways," you continue. "I know from experience it can take time, and work, to really shake what we're trying to escape from. And it can be very overwhelming for a long time. So just...just know that if you need to leave you can. I don't want you to think you have to stay. I want to confirm that you can choose to stay or go."

"Thanks," he mumbles.

"Also, let me know before you head out so you can take the rest of the biscoff cookies with you." He raises his head in surprise. "I got them because they were on sale, didn't know if anyone would actually be interested in them. You've eaten pretty much the entire box by yourself! Not a judgment, by the way. But now I know your favorite cookies!"

Ransom gives you a soft smile. "I'm not sure what I need to do right now. But I'm glad to know I've got options. Thank you."

"Any time," you reassure him.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

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[violetmina]

Chokehold - Ch.12

Chokehold Masterlist

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,394

Warning: Swearing, adult themes, mild violence, and as always - Butcher.

A/N: Life is messy and so is this chapter. But we're finally here after too long of a hiatus. Again, I thank you all for your patience and hope it's to your liking.

Much to your dismay - and most likely his as well - Butcher did not return that night to your bed. Which had been plenty warm thanks to him giving you plenty to think about in the car. Another cold shower to shock you into the day ahead, a rushed cup of caffeine, and you'd managed to get to work on time and in a…tolerable mood. By the time you had finished your shift, your mood had improved from tolerable to okay. And once you were knocking on Hughie's apartment door, Annie greeted a pleasant version of you.

“Perfect! You're right on time,” she beams.

“You look particularly perky,” you comment, watching her glide about as she gathers her things. Hughie just shrugs, smiling at her buoyancy with you.

She pulls a ball cap snug to her crown. “Homelander has started his apology tour. Both he and his entire team of wranglers have been fucking insufferable. He's like a man-child stuck in the corner with the PR dunce cap.”

Annie shrugs on a mini backpack, swoops in and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “And you got me out of the tower before I blew every fucking fuse in the building. Soooo, yeah. I'm glad to be anywhere but there right now.”

She blows Hughie a quick kiss, which he makes a show of catching, and practically lifts you through the door. She jams her sunglasses on, hissing, “Let's go, go, go!”

For the first few minutes, you stumble after her as she winds you over a convoluted route through the city. Finally you just step onto the subway as the doors begin to close, and slump into a seat next to her. Annie sighs briefly before digging into her backpack. She rummages until her hand emerges with a couple of granola bars and hands one to you.

“So, this Torsten guy,” you ask as you unwrap the treat. “What do I need to know?”

Annie shrugs after a bite. “He's surprisingly down to earth for some of the people he's made costumes for. Before they became really famous, I mean. Sassy on a good day. Not much to say. But he'll do great work. He always did for me.”

You almost ask her for the nitty, gritty on the Seven. And Vought, and Stormfront. And especially Homelander. But you don't see yourself spontaneously obtaining the ability to rip his head off, and therefore have no desire or intention to meet him any time soon. Plus you know Annie has been through it already. Hughie admitting to manipulating her the way he had in the beginning had shocked and appalled you. You never thought he had it in him. But things were supposed to be different now, and you wanted to help keep it that way.

Instead, you sit in what counts in New York as semi-comfortable silence, making quick work of the snack. Soon enough the train pulls up to a stop in lower Manhattan and you follow Annie's lead. More for her benefit than yours, you do your best to not draw any attention to either of you. You can't imagine what it feels like to have little to no anonymity like she does.

Within two blocks from the station, Annie turns you down a more cramped alley, reaching a small steel door tucked just off the pavement. She knocks twice, then twice again. When it swings open she pulls you in behind by the sleeve. 

It's dim for a small second before you turn a corner and enter a warm, welcoming parlor. You see one wall lined with bolts of fabric, the other with a few mannequins sporting custom suits, one with what you presume is a prom gown. But you see no signs of any supe work done here.

Just as you see an archway with a curtain, a sewing machine beyond just peeking behind, a wry old man with wild white hair passes through it. “Starlight!,” he grins, a crisp hint of German in his accent when he greets her.

“Hey Torsten. It's so good to see you. I know we’re both on a tight schedule, so I'll make this quick. This is Y/N, my friend I told you about.”

“You are the lady who needs a gown for a gala, correct?,” he inquires as he shakes one of your hands in both of his, peering at you over half-rim glasses.

“Yes, and unfortunately on short notice.”

“And you need full range of motion is my understanding. Are we expecting…trouble?” Before you can reply he winks. “No need to answer.  Your reasonings are not for me to know nor pry. If you're comfortable, I need to begin measuring you right away. You can tell me your ideas as I go. Yes?”

You nod and Annie finds a bench to sit on as he begins to work. He flicks and tracks a soft measuring tape about you, tossing you fabric and color ideas, muttering numbers in between. He is quick, precise, and you see exactly what Annie was talking about.

In a matter of short minutes, he drapes the tape over his shoulders and strides back through the curtain. He returns with a rack of what you assume are sample dresses. “Starlight, you know how your movement is when working. Help her compare these silhouettes, please.”

When Torsten disappears behind the curtain again, you turn to Annie. “He's …efficient?”

She nods. “Very. He's no bullshit. I've always liked that about him. I wish he could be my designer at Vought. But he's too good for those soul sucking leeches.” She pulls out a beige, chiffon dress off the rack with a teasing look. “So? Are we going with a puffy princess theme?”

“Go to hell,” you laugh.

You set to the task of raking over the samples your new tailor has presented. It's easy to shove aside anything overly glitzy or flashy. The mission requires you to be subtle, not draw attention. By the time your fingers skim over the last sample, you feel like a fish out of water.

“Help me out here, Annie. What would you look for?”

She contemplates the rack. “Well what are they teaching you? Are you sneaking in weapons?”

Your stomach drops for a split second when you feel the words form on your tongue; Billy is teaching me jiu jitsu. But you swallow them back and shrug, unnerved at how close you just came to letting the cat out of the bag.

Why don't you tell her all your wet dreams about him while you're at it?, the little voice sneers.

“Umm…what about the less you know the better? How far does that go?”

“I need a little context to be helpful here,” she deadpans behind a sequined nightmare.

You clear your throat before answering, “I think…some grappling stuff? Definitely some hand to hand. And some weapons training, but I doubt I'll be able to sneak anything into the event.”

“Okay. So our priorities are mobility, subtlety and classy enough for black tie.” Annie swipes out three of the samples and shoves them into the flashy reject pile. “Absolutely no mermaid cut.” She taps her chin before adding four more. “And nothing poofy, or has excess fabric.”

After a little more refining, the two of you manage to trim the choices down to three. Torsten returns to eye each one, glancing at you in between his silent judgements. “Do you favor one over the others?”

You shake your head.

He smiles slowly. “Would you like me to surprise you?”

You glance at Annie, who nods emphatically. “He's never been wrong. Trust me.”

You shrug. “What the hell. As long as I have it by the event, and I can take care of business, I'll leave it in your hands.”

“Wunderbar. I will begin immediately.” He shakes your hand. “Starlight, which of you should I deliver it to?”

^^^

You had made far quicker work of getting your dress taken care of than either of you expected. In which case, Annie had just enough time to grab a bite to eat before returning to Vought. You snag some quick delicacies at a food truck and slink off to one of Annie's favorite spots at the closest park.

Sitting on the bench, watching others wander about the park and each other, you eat your fill, making conversation with Annie between bites with a bit of contentment. A rare feeling with all the chaos that usually drowns your life. And you allow a little gratitude to silently wash over you.

You glance at her, certain Annie must be more grateful to have this brief moment this evening than even you. You catch her eye as she gives a slow smile. But the look in her eye doesn't seem to be gratitude. It's almost mischievous. Or suspicious.

You stare back, waiting. When her smile just grows, you shrug. “You know I'm not telepathic right?”

“Mmhm.”

“So what's the look for?”

“You just look happy. Like really happy.” She shrugs back. Then without missing a beat, “You got laid, didn’t you?”

You gape at her. “Jesus, Annie! That was subtle! No, I did not. Not that it's your business.”

“Shame,” she giggles. “I don't know what they taught you about body language last night, but they sure as hell didn't cover how to check your own. So…” She tilts her head in a dramatic flair of pensiveness. “Glowy, not getting laid. But your frustrated tone says you wish you were.”

“Oh God, Annie…”

“So must be new, something budding-” Annie stops dead. You stare back, aggravated as a new look on her face appears, dramatics and teasing gone. “Oh.” Her eyes widen a little. “Oh wait. Holy shit, you're seeing someone.” Then conspiratorially, “Are you in-?”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” you snap, your chest tightening. This was not happening. This was not supposed to be happening!

“Okay, okay, sorry.” She shifts in her seat on the bench to turn towards you. Full attention now and you resist the urge to squirm. “But you…you have someone, don't you? You're seeing someone.” She smiles, more reassuring now. “That's a good thing. Right?”

“I don't know,” you sigh. “It's-”

You hear more than see her eyes roll. “If you say ‘it's complicated’...”

“It is. It's complicated.”

She scoffs before lowering her voice. “I'm one of the Seven and my boyfriend is a former supe-killing vigilante, now a prominent member of the FBSA. And that's just the shorthand version.You wanna talk about complicated?”

You nod in defeat at that. “Then maybe you of all people will understand when I say…”

The words are difficult to catch, put them in a way that won't have you completely spilling your guts. You're in big trouble if Annie, whom you see fleetingly, is already catching a whiff of your feelings. You can only imagine Hughie's face if she figured it out and relayed it back to him. And Butcher..?

“Understand what?”

You turn to face her with a tinge of earnestness. “I don't know what this new thing is with this - person I'm seeing. But it's new, and complicated and exciting. And so very fragile. Which is why I would hope you, of all the people I know and talk to, would understand when I say I'm trying really fucking hard to keep it away from work. From this life we all live. For as long as possible.”

Not a complete lie, the little voice chirps in your skull.

Annie gives you a sympathetic look. “Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “Fuck, yeah, I understand way more than I want to.” Just as you think you're off the hook, she asks, “Can I at least get a name? Tell Hugh-?”

“No,” you answer sharp, quick and unyielding. “No. I think this…thing should develop a bit more before I…you know.”

“Fine. If that's what you want, I'll keep your secret lover on classified.” Annie wags an eyebrow at you. “You just want to make sure they can rock your world before bringing them around, huh?”

“You're insufferable, Annie. Hughie is rubbing off on you.” The two of you share a few giggles over the bad innuendo before your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull out the interrupting device and feel a jolt run through you. Speak of the devil.

The Boys about to clock out. Ditch Tinkerbell and get to the Flatiron in an hour.

“Is that them?,” Annie teases, pretending to crane her neck for a peek.

“Just Butcher,” you reply, sighing in exasperation to hide your eagerness. Maybe finally another rolling session. “More work, and on the double.”

Annie scoffs as you both begin to gather your things. “God, definitely keep him away from your love life.”

You prickle a bit, nearly remind her that she and Hughie technically met only because of Butcher in the first place. But then, from what Hughie had told you, Butcher had also made sure that their beginning had been one big, manipulative lie. And they both had been nearly killed for it. So you take advantage of Annie not even entertaining Butcher as an option, and nod tersely.

“Guess I should head back to work, too,” she sighs. She adjusts her cap low on her head again. “I'll escort you back along the way. Home or straight to the office?”

^^^

After a brief stop at home, you stroll through the office door with perhaps a touch of barely concealed enthusiasm. “Where's the fire?,” you call across the space.

“Did your lil britelite friend scurry back to her ivory tower?,” he ignores your question as he hunches over something at his desk. 

“Annie went back to the tower,” you answered, emphasizing her name, turning down the TV and its news babble as you pass.

“Good. Have fun shopping for yer prom dress? Giggling about like proper schoolgirls, I'm sure.”

You sidle up next to him at the desk, a witty retort forming before you get a glance of the papers stretched under his fingers. Dashes, letters, numbers and polygons catch your attention. “What's this?”

“Frenchie's work. Or the half-ass he could figure out anyway,” he grumbles at the chemical compounds.

“And? What did he find?”

“Still fuck all. Said the shit ain't adding up. And still nothing on that arsehole Walsh. This Persuasion shit is gonna persuade me to drink if we don't get anywhere soon.”

“Is that why you got a hold of me?”

Butcher finally turns from the science scrawling  to greet you. But the trademark smirk you're expecting is missing. “Nah. I needed you to get your pretty ass up here for training.”

“No ambush this time?”

He shakes his head. “No. I already cleared the space.”

You peek over your shoulder. Just as he said, the area was already cleared, floor bare and ready to go. How you didn't notice that upon walking in is beyond you. You begin to feel on edge. Is this a new lesson? Is he putting your new body language decoding to the test already?

You watch him as you follow him over to the open area of the office. Butcher gives no indication of his intentions, not any that you can read that is. But you can feel something off with him. Unreadable as ever. It's honestly beginning to get a little old.

You keep him in your peripheral as you start to move into position for your usual warm ups. He stops you short, saying, “Not this time. We're switching things up.”

“No warm up?”

He pegs you with a hard eye. “You think they gonna let you stretch out there when shit goes sideways?”

“No.” You stare back. “But I'm not out there just yet. Shouldn't we-?”

“Get your hands up.”

You do it almost in knee jerk response at his tone, an eerie level compared to his usual roguish cadence. It's …unnervingly calm for Butcher.

Your hands are barely up in time to catch his right arm as he swings at your head. 

Whatever lightheartedness there had been while out with Annie, it's all withered now. You step into him out of reflex, expecting he's setting up for a review of a throw. Butcher however has other plans, and you narrowly duck out of reach as his left hand snatches forward. You stumble back, back, back.

“What are we doing?” It comes out a little breathless as you watch him, not daring to blink. He had by no means gone full speed. But it had been too close even at that. Just the right amount of effort to put you on your toes, make you wary.

“Told ya - mixing things up. Right time you get your hands a little dirty.”

“Dirty how-” You're cut off as you manage to block a knee coming at you with your hands. It leaves you stumbling. “Butcher, the fuck?!”

“You can't go out there with just grappling. You know that.”

He's nearly on you in one long stride, and you duck past his left arm as he jabs. But you dodge too carelessly, right into his right hand. You flinch as you brace for a punch, but he grabs the back of your neck instead. His other arm becomes a vice. You're wrapped tightly against him and you try to catch your breath as he stares down at you.

“You do know that, yeah?” When you don't respond he continues with some frustration. “If I had a knife in my hand, the rest of it would be buried in your bloody guts right now. And a gun? Not a fucking chance.”

“I get that,” you bite out against his tight grip. “So what do you mean by getting my hands dirty?”

“I mean some shit that's a lil bit meaner.” He lets go and steps back to wag a finger at you. “If you think I'm gonna teach you to play fair, yer wrong.”

You take a couple steps back, trying again to read him, practicing your other new skills. The tension in his shoulders and chest tell you he's irritable. What's new there? His eyes give no other clues. His tone is still too level. You still can't figure out what's going on with him.

“So what dirty trick comes first?”

Butcher swings again, no warning. You step into him for a more careful block. He counters, locking your arm in his and you flinch again as he stops just short of headbutting you. His forehead presses against yours instead.

“That was easy, right? Throwing my skull about. And I've broke many a fucker’s face with that. But I've broken my own a time or two in the process, some I can't even remember. So don't ever do that unless you really fucking have to. Got it?”

Before you can say anything he pushes away from you. “What you do go after is all the tender bits. Eyes, nose, ears, throat, and everything with the short and curlies. Nothing is off limits.”

You nod.

“Say it!”

You blink at his snap and bark back, “Nothing is off limits! So what the fuck do I do to it?” You cut him off before he can answer. “Actually, no. I'm not doing shit.”

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?,” he growls.

“The fuck is your problem, Butcher.”

“Oh, I'm looking at it.”

You quickly weigh your options of how to handle him, trying one last time to get a read on him. Then take a deep breath and throw the sane ones to the wind. “Stop pussyfooting with me. Give me a straight answer.”

His silence is heavy and glaring.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Another beat. “You could've taught this no different than the other times. What do you want?”

He keeps his lips sealed. He's been ornery before. But this is bodaciously aggravating. You feel hot, and not in the way he usually makes you feel.

“What is your problem asshole?!”

Finally a crack, and it slithers into that all too familiar smirk across his face. “Guess I didn't tell ya before.”

“Tell me what?”

“You look good enough to eat when you're this mad.”

And we're back to the other hot.

Oh no. You're not letting him get off that easy. “Give me a straight answer, or I'll walk.”

The smirks slightly falters. But his eyes still glint back at you. With that, you turn to call his bluff, catching a glimpse of the TV again as you do so. It's a news segment on the upcoming gala. Several photos of previous Vought parties and galas roll across the screen as the anchors give their spiel, showing off the supes.

“When you'd get the bullocks?”

A hand grabs yours. You didn't even hear him cross the floor. He continues, “You never talked to me like that before. Not really.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “Thought that was the point. Growing a backbone and all that jazz before I have to go waltzing with those Vought pricks.”

The huffy tension in him slides just a little. “It is,” he admits. Finally. He glares at the TV. “And I don't nearly have enough time to teach you all you might need.”

You look back at the TV just in time to see a picture of a Vought Christmas party with Homelander and Maeve…

Oh.

…shit.

You turn back to Butcher, unsure what to say. All the options that came to mind felt pointless as your brain scrambles. What do you say? That was over a decade ago? There won't be any supes at the gala? You're gonna be fine? And then the words are out your mouth before you think, before you can catch them- 

“I'm not her.”

His eyes latch onto you, and surely as fast your own slip, he replies, “No you're fucking not.”

It has no bite to it, but it hits you in the gut all the same. And by the way he rapidly blinks, you realize it hit him, too. He rubs a hand over his face. Softer, almost hard for you to hear, “I meant…you're not. And I never taught her enough to not be either. Even if I had… it wouldn't've been fucking enough against him anyway.”

The uncertainty of what the hell to say to that is heavy, choking. Maybe it's your own foot in your mouth. It's almost certain you'd bungle it more and you were lucky enough he was still here in the office with you, let alone holding your hand. You don't know what the fuck to do.

Should've thought more about that widower thing, huh?

Butcher withdraws his hand. “That straightforward enough for ya?”

You nod, your brain no longer scrambling. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

He nods. “Yeah. Good.” He backs up, making a come hither motion. “Let's try this shit again. Start over.”

You can read him plenty well now. Because he's closed off, the subject is not to be brought up again. You feel more than see it in his shoulders, the way his mouth is set, the forced air of nonchalance. There's only the slightest undertone of anticipation, as if he's half waiting for you to leave.

“I'll take you home when we're done,” he says, a hidden message there in his eyes. Not a heated one with lusty promise but the closest to an olive branch he probably knows how to give. You might have asked for a straight answer. But you were damn sure not getting an apology. And you felt that he wouldn't hear one from you either.

You nod slowly. “Ok.”

^^^

You're not certain but the session felt short to you this time. Only an hour or so of Butcher walking you through all the vicious little ways you can hurt somebody. Simple tricks to remove an ear barehanded, where to strike at the throat, how little pressure it actually takes to blow out a knee. But even in that time you had become tired, more tired than normal it seems. You never quite shook off the heaviness of that moment and you noticed it clung to him, too, when he followed you into your apartment.

The idea of small talk to break the silence makes you almost cringe, so you turn to your bedroom to change into your sleep clothes. When you return, you walk out to find him leaning against the counter, staring into space. You pull him from his thousand yard stare by squeezing two of his fingers. You want to offer him some food but instead it comes out as, “You can stay.”

Butcher looks at you, mulls something over. Before he can say it, you offer an olive branch of your own. Not the only one you can think of but the only one you know he'd take.

“I want you to stay.”

Butcher eyes grow just a little softer. Then he nods. “Yeah. I'll stay.”

He pulls you into him, and you wrap your arms around him for an embrace that is too short for your liking. He gestures to your bedroom. “You're knackered. Get you some sleep.” Then after a beat, “I'll be here when you wake up.”

You nod, trying not to feel slighted and wish him a good night. As he heads to your couch, you try to just feel grateful that he's even here and hadn't ripped your fucking head off for your slip back at the office.

The rollercoaster of the day, however, leaves you just as restless as it does tired. You toss and turn into the wee hours of the morning, not quite asleep, not quite awake. Somewhere in that limbo you slip out of bed and pad back to your living room. You find him standing at the end of the couch, staring out the window, his dark eyes sweeping the rooftops and the skyline. As if searching the dark for something.

You don't say anything. Instead, you gently lace your fingers with his and pull him till he slowly turns away from the curtains. Butcher follows silently as you pull him down to the couch, and without a word crawls in behind you like the night of his injuries. Without a word, he pulls his coat over the both of you best as he can. And only then do you finally drift to sleep.

[karencyars14]

Been two years, I was paddy wagon cruising

Streets was yours, you dunce capping and kazooing

I was just assuming you’d keep the coke moving

But I got one question, fuck yall been doing?

[styxhealthnsafety]

I would like to volunteer to be bitten 👀

You are more of an animal than the non-sentient phantoms we keep frozen in a cryogenic state between life and death. Go to the time out corner and 'equip' the dunce cap to your 'helmet' slot.

[occasionaltouhou]

Touhou Fangame Concept:

Western Science Interrogating Wonder(title could be workshopped)

The bit is that a bunch of greek philosophers have washed up on this side of the Hakurei Barrier, after the Yama assigned to their collective case(which has gone on for thousands of years) decided that it wasn't worth trying to continue to argue with them kicked them out of the afterlife in frustration. And so you, local Hakurei Shrine Maiden, are set to clean up the mess. By Yukari.

Your first encounter is, after having been drawn to a ruckus going on in the Human Village, being interrogated by a short, grumpy woman in greek looking clothing, and a dunce cap with a sprig of hemlock pinned to it. After defeating her in a danmaku battle that mostly consists of her criticizing you and interrogating your faith, your justifications for your actions, your sense of personal morality, your fashion sense, and if you lose your skill in danmaku. After you beat her she then introduces herself as Socrates, clarifies she puts the dunce cap on herself, and follows Reimu around for the rest of the game to provide commentary.

Your next encounter is a slovenly doggirl with floppy ears in a dirty tunic, who gets out of her barrel to spit in your face after she identifies you as a local religious figure. Reimu then decides to beat the tar out of her. Her mid-battle dialogue consists of complaining about you in particular. After the fight, she gets stuffed back into her barrel and rolled out of town. You get her name from Socrates after the fact, that being Diogenes, who assures Reimu that she's always like this.

Interrogating a nearby villager points you in the direction of the next philosopher, Pythagoras. She's wearing a golden wreath, trousers, and the kind of smile that makes you want to wipe if off. She (flirtatiously)asks if Reimu wants to join her following, expounding upon both her own virtues and the virtue of her teachings. Her spell cards are themed around various legends from Pythagoras's life, like an arrow gifted by Apollo, a bear convinced to never again harm a living being, and that one time they supposedly descended to the underworld and came back. Her danmaku projectiles are specifically rotating triangles. Notably after you defeat her she's still trying to proposition Reimu, even if she's given up on recruitment.

Moving on you find a very tall, broad, woman with a great deal of jewelry(no idea on an appropriate hat) speaking with Keine, and then after having her identified as Plato(another philosopher) by Socrates Reimu proceeds to beat the tar out of her. Her Spell Cards are themed mostly around the Theory of Forms, and defeating her reveals that she was teaching Keine about platonic philosophy with the intent to integrate it into her school's curriculum.

There's this whole bit where Reimu explains how teaching humans to interrogate the world around them like that would just repeat the course of the outside world, and that that would lead to an escalation of conflict between humans and Yokai to maintain the existing balance and preserve Gensokyo. So, very dangerous and likely to lead to a lot of violence. Turning Keine away from all of Plato's ideas. Socrates is being her usual self during all of this and keeps interjecting with interrogative questions and asking why why why before getting a seal slapped over her mouth to shut her up. But not before mentioning that if you're trying to stop the spread of "logic" and "common sense" you should really be going after Aristotle.

So off the shrine maiden goes and indeed, she manages to track where her next target is by a seeming aura of sensibility and "reality". Reimu needs to float outside the boundaries of common sense to keep moving forward, and eventually she encounters a woman in noble ancient greek dress outside the village, talking to a crowd of villagers who were previously working the fields. After beating her in a fight and having it explained to them that they were being lied to by a malicious yokai, things start going back to normal and balance is preserved. Yukari pops in to scoop up the unconscious Aristotle and points you in the direction of the last remaining disruption, while Socrates laughs at and mocks her fellow philosopher for being so confident in her understanding of the world around her because of things like "logic" and "reasoning" and "observation".

The last boss of the Incident is a second fight with Diogenes, who's gotten group of villagers to listen to her about how being human is overrated, and that they'd do well to stop caring about pretense and belief and live like dogs. Effectively the opposite problem presented by Aristotle. It's shown that she originally wasn't even trying during the first fight, and now that Reimu is actually trying to stop her from speaking she actually fights back.

After the fight, you get an epilogue where Yukari asks Reimu about her impression of them all, and eventually decides that they can be permitted to stay now that they've all been shown to be mad, and Socrates' constant insistence that you truly know nothing is more helpful to the preservation of belief than it is harmful. So the lot of them are allowed to set up a school a ways outside the human village, which nobody seriously attends. Partly because of their bad reputation, partly because they're always arguing, and partly because none of them can deliver a straight answer to any question.

Mechanically it's part visual novel and part boss rush, as the setting of the human village doesn't really lend itself to stages full of mooks trying to stop you. And of course there are some design concepts that could be workshopped if this would ever be seriously made. As it stands it's just a fun idea to rotate in your head and laugh about.

really good idea but i especially love the idea that after you beat all these fucking transgenderised clowns they're allowed to stay because if there's two things that the ancient greek philosophers were it was completely wrong and completely deranged

[dunce-cap0]

ITCH IO PAGE

Special Thanks to Bored Bradley, we worked on this project together 50% 50%!!!

A puzzle/ point and click/ zombie survival horror visual novel!!!!!

This visual novel is about going to a cafe with your friends until the friggin ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE HAPPENS!!!!

Traverse the skyscraper to call the helicopter!

Will you be able to survive? How many of your friends will make it out with you? And what will be left of them?

There are 24,000 words and every character can live or die depending on your choices!! Navigate around rooms with it's point and click feature!! Keep a check on your sanity and friends or else something may happen...

YOU WILL EXPERIENCE THE FOLLOWING!!!!!!!

ZOMBIES

Every character being able to live or die!

Evil corporations!@

furries!!

death!

life!

fully exporable rooms!!

romance

branching dialogue trees!!!

character will remember that....

questionable business ethics!

toilet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOOORRRRREEEEE!

gay people!!11111

scientific experiments gone horribly wrong ! 1!!

furries 1!!!!

mental illnesses ;(

multiple endings!!!

a really mean villain...

and point and click puzzles!!!!!!

CREDITS:

Sprites, backgrounds, and writing by Dunce Cap

Coding, writing help, and playtesting by Bored Bradley, Bored Bradley's Itch.io page

Trigger Warnings:

Corpses, violence, guns, knives, blood, zombies, suicide, depression, sexual jokes, and haunting imagery

[discoelysiumconfessions]

welcome to a disco elysium themed confession blog. got something you’ve wanted to say about the game but haven’t wanted to post? send it over here.

rules :

- slight nsfw is allowed (will be tagged, sfw stuff is so much funnier though. if your confession is just saying i had a dream i fucked kim im not posting that)

- insane opinions and general silliness are good to submit

- no hate speech or insanely heavy topics. keep this lighthearted and silly

- don’t defend the racists. all asks defending the racists are just getting deleted

- make your ask concise. 5 sentences maximum, preferably way under

- just use common sense. i’m a real flesh and blood person that will be reading your thoughts, keep that in mind :^)

- you will get the dunce cap if i think your confession is stupid. you have been warned

have fun lmao

[soundbord]

  ‎ — watch his eyes as they get sorta distant and different

a study in wearing your dunce cap proudly, the sting of a needle, low expectations, setting yourself on fire to keep others warm, girl dads, imposter syndrome, an atlas complex, never knowing greatness

dependent character for @montecristohq

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 * 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 *

[nightweeen]

Thank you for your message. If I were to post my comments and all of your writings on this blog, it would be endlessly long, so I'll just put the main points here.

"Maw and Child Labor."

Yes, of course. I cannot overlook that point. Behind every civilization, there are victims. The Egyptian biramids were built by slaves. The Nome children represent the children who were abducted against their will and forced to work in the harsh conditions of the mines, where they died.

I believe that in every sense of the word, the Nome are ghosts.

They pass through small gaps. And sometimes they suddenly disappear from the presence of Six or the Runaway Kid. It is like a ghost that disappears without a trace. In addition, most of the time they are outside their cages. This is interesting. Since it is an obvious fact that they were originally human, it is a wonder that no one binds them.

So here is what I came up with.

When the Runaway Kid is turned into a Nome by Lady, Lady is close to RK's face. This means that Lady ate RK and killed him.

I don't know about other countries, but the idea of a "spirit that clings to a place" or a "spirit that cannot move from a place" is not uncommon in Japan. Spirits who die peacefully or who have accepted death go to the other world. However, spirits that are unaware of their death, spirits with strong grudges, and spirits that cling to life are bound to the place where they died. It is that kind of belief, and since Maw has an area modeled after Japan, it makes one think that there may be Japanese-style ghosts there.

The bodies of the children who were eaten by Lady disappeared. But by their strong life force, or by Lady's willingness to give them the humiliation of a dunce cap, or by ...... their unawareness of their own death, they became Nome.

So, I think that maybe the ...... adults can't see the Nome's. At least they can see the ghosts clearly. At least, they cannot see the ghosts clearly. The exceptions are Janitor and Lady, who are blind, but have developed other senses; Lady is a witch, so she probably sees ghosts and demons more clearly than anyone else.

The children, by dying and transforming into Nome, have gained their freedom. The substance of this world cannot bind them. They can go to Nest or to Pale City if they wish. And yet they (the vast majority of them) do the work they did before they were born, with impunity. They look like ghosts who are under the illusion that they are the living. They believe that they are stuck in this place. Or it is possible that they cling to their delusion because when they become aware of their mortality, their souls will leave this world. If that is the case, they have not truly escaped this hell.

So RK, who offered the sausage to Six and was eaten by her, ...... it is a cruel scene, but maybe he was able to escape from this nightmare and go to another world.

"Thinman and Mono are not the same person."

I agree.

Mono had the courage to walk through hell to save his only friend. However, there is a big discrepancy between his intentions and his actions. He wants to protect Six, so he pulls her thin arm with all his might. To save her from being hung from the ceiling, he knocks her to the floor. So Six's body is covered in scars, and even though Mono thinks he is being kind, to his friend - to Six - he becomes a target of fear.

Maybe he was lonely from an early age and never had the opportunity to learn compassion for others. "I helped you, why do you keep me away!" The loop in Little Nightmares2 is not actually time spinning in that world. It must be his wishful thinking and delusion. It is his escape from reality, thinking, "If I had just done this then, Six wouldn't have left me.

However, he cannot change the past that has passed. No matter how many times he ventures into the world of fantasy, the truth that Six has hurt him and left him condemns him, and Mono must accept that. But he can't; when Six rejects him, he starts his adventure in the fantasy world all over again. Just as we start Chapter 1 all over again when we begin Little Nightmares, which we have already run through to its ending.

"The poor environment allowed Six's desires to run wild."

If adults gave children love instead of hate, they would grow up to be kind adults. In a world where adults abuse children, there is no way for children to become healthy human beings. The people who are their role models in life are distorted.

The campus, as delicate as glass, has been dyed in colors of hatred and pain by the world that covers them. A girl suffering from eternal hunger has become a woman who sacrifices others with impunity in order to be full. The boy who fought to save his kidnapped friends has become a man who kidnaps children.

Those chains seem to us as if Six had transformed into Lady and Mono into Thinman.

[sapphire-weapon]

Honestly, I don't think Capcom would dare to remake RE6. The game has a lot of flaws, and the over-the-top Fast and Furious action style isn't even the worst of them.

The story in general is a fucking shitty mess, the villains are a joke, specifically Simmons and his stupid obsession with Ada and his ridiculous transformations (who the hell thought a fly and a dinosaur were good ideas?). Not to mention that Jake and Helena must be among the most forgettable characters in the main saga; to this day no one can explain how Wesker had a son, or what was the point of making so much hype for a character we'd never hear from again despite being the son of the most important RE villain.

RE6 is still the mockery of the fandom, people still make videos making fun of how ridiculous and bad the game is, and I don't blame them. That's why RE7 was so abysmally different, because Capcom listened to the fans and they understood that RE6 is simply NOT what the fandom wanted. A remake of RE6 would also imply that Capcom has to redo the story of the game that almost killed their most important franchise. It's not just about polishing some flaws that the original story had or changing some events/scenes (as happened with RE2R and RE4R), it's about changing like 80% of the game to make it good. And I swear, if they make a totally original game no soul on this earth is going to complain, because the only good things people remember about RE6 is: hand-to-hand combat, Leon's perfect ass and Piers and his dynamic with Chris.

to this day no one can explain how Wesker had a son

i mean i can.

he put his penis inside of a woman's vagina and ejaculated while she was ovulating and used no birth control.

it's not that complicated rly.

but overall, what you don't seem to understand, anon, is that RE6 is one of the best-selling resident evil games ever released.

ever.

it has about the same amount of sales as every version of OG RE4 that was ever released combined.

they would be fucking stupid not to remake it. like, just absolutely smooth-brained drooling idiot in a dunce cap stupid to not remake that game.

and the way that it got there is because RE4 was a cultural phenomenon, which then turned RE5 into the best-selling RE game up to that point because it was billed as "RE4 you can play with your friends" -- and then when RE5 was released to financial, critical, and fan success, that reputation and that hype pulled in so many sales for RE6.

capcom can absolutely repeat that success and rake in shittons of money, now that they have managed to replicate RE4make being a cultural phenomenon that's pulled a brand new audience into resident evil, just like OG did. they would be so stupid to not keep that success rolling the exact same way they did with OG.

capcom is a business, and a business exists to make money.

we are getting an RE6make. as far as i'm concerned, this is not up for debate. they need to release another leon game in the remake timeline within the next five years to fully capitalize on RE4make's success -- regardless of how well RE5make does -- and RE6 is the only option, because it is the last numbered title he's been in. (and before you go: what about that operation javier game that just got hinted at -- that would be a spinoff, and that's not the same thing.)

capcom used to say that an RE2make would never happen. they were terrified to remake RE2. and they were right to be.

they were also terrified to remake RE4. and they were definitely right to be.

but i don't think they're scared anymore. they're going to look at RE6make as an opportunity, not a roadblock. RE6make is their opportunity to do it right this time and have that game bolster their reputation instead of tank it while raking in shittons and shittons of money.

[artcalledwind]

Tha Greatest of Now Leaders

In a male’s point of view

I’m sorry for the forwarded to those spouses

You kill the World

To all whatever they call themselves

You wives of them

Are the next to Leadership Failures

Blimey, manager or executive officer

Bloody blame assistants

Well Ladies

The balls were fore-d in your court

By me

I don’t hold ovaries

Or let alone two boobies

I have a dangle between

Me legs

It’s all your faults, women

Can’t guide just succumb to the Man

Your man in control

Over you

And them and all of us

Their reaches reach there too

And the Men follow suit

Or want one

I blame you in 2024

All Women of the World

You figures in America

Men’s Abortion Rule

Who named it

Who voted on the name

Not you

Hold or mis carriage on your own

Or the matters of facts

Or you may know a guy

Could be a group of ‘em

The treasures of greatest now

Our Leaders

Keep that delivery

Male delivered

Know matter the matters

Know matter the female

Know care for new Mother

They control you and a whole lot of lesbians and trans in what ever biological setting

You

Are not even up with It

You wearing dunce caps

For thee obvious design in Female

Not my choice if I knew what I know before birth

I would have picked male

Give me the prick

It hangs daily

I was born 1974

You have been way older in histories

Always dumped

Dumped upon

You Dumpster as through histories

Ladies

Women

Girls

Female

You can call out different

Well I was born male flaccid but when aroused hard

You’re mostly likely married to a Now Leader

It’s thee offensive

I’m tasting

From my days of

Wash or not

That gave me a 50/50

But leadership wives

You all suck at marriage

You all suck mostly at job

Keep him from killing others

And you failed but have money for spending

All days over and over again

That gash

With power

Over the World

No one see’s

Dripping all day in money Bitches

I’m not really

Ah um ha oh

Not a sexist

I just know of powers smartly not utilized

But the World is as

Well it should of been better already

Who’s the knocked from behind

I live 2024

Don’t get mad at me, I’m 50

I would state

Dumbshits

No matter ur gender

Are you top?

Or Bottom?

Maybe in between?

Depending on years there

The same crisis

Are here now

And females should now have some better kind of male control

But they don’t

Matter of the World

More controlled

Blow me in the morning

Or blow me while I’m eating you

Abuse me in the afternoon

Say you love me in the evening

Then fuck me goodnight

I’m a could be leader

Your job

Was

Now I gotta kill people in war corporate it don’t matter woman

You could’ve made a difference

With in a War in Gaza

Ukraine still goin on

Immigration

Clean water

And leaderships spent its time with

Oh like a Trump

Money can pay for not being here

Ask a Wife?

All problems

A Female

The greatest of Leadership Now

You females in positions

Does your man guide as those woman should?

Whatever gender

You all mostly doing all wrong

Or just continuing

That’s sinister also

See I’m not sexist?

Fucking spouse’s of Leader’s around a Globe

Most know the Globe or is it gloop

Gloop those all whatever sex of lovelies

Beholding our Leadship

Failing

Compromised Upon Earth

Its a WOMAN ‘ s Fault

Man made fallout

to this destruction on the 2024 after Christ years it April late month have you or not missed your period dear female controlled Planet

All men should know when ovulating

Where a period

We may not hate you so much

In your irredisregard

On the Planet

It’s you that control us the Leaders!

Stimulating

Not vibrating news

It’s not about you, Females

It’s for the sakes of all people on the World

The people on the Moon

I don’t think really care

We can’t know what there waiting for

Get it together that’s my whole complaint

I’m a male here on Earth dominated by Men

But I know I feel on the inside and those sitting on the Moon are waiting on same assholes

I don’t want the people of the Moon to come down here to set things straight

What I want wish regard as in this life

Are for these Damn Females too

I’m blaming all outlooks on them

Those so near the leadership

Classes I showed seek

For such talks

Its relative human

Way longer than necessary

Way longer then

Necessarily speaking upon

The greatest of our time now

I’m crying while thinking

I tear so believing

In all Nixon so later characters

He helped them WOW

Whoah

I never wanted to plug her

You What ! say too much!

[retphienix]

This 100% would not be a perfect fix, or even like 50% impactful, but I do genuinely think a worthwhile nerf to Rev that would be reasonable in giving him more gameplay to consider than he does this exact second is something I noticed coming into play since I solo my netracells each week with the guy.

Namely, Rev should take full damage from the attacks his skin absorbs, capping at 2 health as he currently does.

That's (almost) it (read the end of the post for the full idea). Like I said, this wouldn't fix what some people consider to be his problem (too good at surviving) but this would grant him like 9% more gameplay and brain power usage than he currently has in most content.

Because in Netracells, if you stack the 'wrong' debuffs, then Rev will be constantly draining his HP due to either knifestep or the kill enemies to heal vampire one.

These debuffs "can" (unlikely to happen more than once) kill Rev. Because they can drain him to 2 hp, then the "hurt self on using ability" debuff will kill him outright if he attempts to recast mesmer skin without confronting his newly lowered HP.

This makes it so in solo cells you're more likely to go "Hmm, health is low, better heal up (I use magus repair, but just getting an orb will suffice) so I can cast skin safely."

The "normal" rev gameplan is to just cast skin when it's low and make sure you're shields aren't stripped when you do so so that you have that extra gate of protection, this is still the case in cells BUT this combo of perks can add a concern over your health as well.

So my FULL proposal is this:

Mesmer skin should prevent you from dying for however many stacks just as it currently does, But, you take the damage (capping at 2hp which is the current mechanic for any mesmer piercing damage). The 1 second of mesmer invuln also works perfectly for both making skin worth it and for preventing this new nerf from being overkill, keep that.

And Mesmer Skin should cost 10% HP to cast.

Bam. The ability isn't "fixed" the augment isn't nerfed to hell but it is nerfed as now it's just 5 seconds of invuln not 5 seconds of invuln and no damage at all since the same damage source that took a stack will still do its damage under this new version of skin- just not the subsequent damage they acquire over that 1 second period, but now the ability isn't 99% braindead, it's just 90% braindead, with some gameplay to pay attention to so you don't kill yourself like a dunce because you ignored your HP. Also makes HP valuable to Rev- encouraging finding forms of replenishing it even slightly- be that orbs, arcanes, or just- you know- attempting to avoid unnecessary damage sometimes instead of face tanking EVERYTHING.

I should slap that on the forum and get flamed for it :)

[pretty-weird-ideas]

Sometimes I, Hater Supreme, long for the days of people just sending hater shit over texts/discord and the days of shade. And not just... people being mean in person and long-form harassment. Like I'm not going to tell you to stop being a hater, I, Hater Supreme, cannot and do not wish to tell you what you can and cannot be a hater over. But like... don't you remember how fun it was to just send your friends the "👀 girl..." and not like... just spam very uncontroversial people you dislike with hater anons.

We need to bring the Burn Book back... do you know what was so cool about the Burn Book? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BURN IT. What happened to going "Ain't No Way" to yourself and then laughing and then moving on with your day? What happened to minor league hating? What happened to medieval glove throwing? Why are people acting like we're trying to make it to the Hater Olympics? COME ON. HAVE SOME FUN WITH IT. What happened to hobbyist hating? Keeping shit to your friends is FREE. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

And I know some of you freak bitches who are only doing this for sick satisfaction and only care about the catharsis... bitch I promise you, quietly hating in a small group without the person's knowledge is far funnier. Public thrashing is actually not as funny as having FRIENDS and laughing with each other PRIVATELY. Hater Supreme here to tell you that hating in private is fun actually, and doing it in a way that's just harassment isn't fun.

Also, Anne Rice isn't going to fuck you for "protecting the integrity of her characters". She would laugh in your face and then proceed to sue the fuck out of you and add you to a list called "Shitty reviewers". During which, everyone you were also publically hating on/with will proceed to also throw tomatoes at you. Like nobody is safe I promise you that.

Everyone passes around the dunce cap for shaming at least once around here. You can't genuinely believe that a fandom that is so toxic and humbling won't do that shit to you too, right? You will have the cap on your head, it's as sure as death, man. Anne Rice will clown on our corpses in hell, that isn't a debate, that's assured the minute we step into these hallowed halls.