#legit being moved to TEARS this is so perfect

[422kit]

AHH I LOVE HOW U DRAW MY INTERP OF TOMEDD 🥹🥹🥹🥹 they are everything

t4t eddtom 🐥🐥 -🦭

Content Warning: partial nudity, needles

yeagh 🥺

since i dont hc edd as trans i thought id draw someone else's version of the boys :3 go follow @422kit if you havent already i love his stuff so much!!!

[ouliarts]

Darkest Dungeon 2 spoilers for Abomination Backstory and Hunger of the beast clan update

Just a little character analysis The Abomination and how I feel about his new lore. It's a little long because I have thoughts about the sad science man

I’m probably in the minority with this but I actually really like the Abomination backstory in DD2. Like I genuinely like what it means for the character. I get the appeal of the idea that he was an alchemist who was experimenting with making a curse and accidentally cursed himself. I even had a similar headcanon about it before the dlc. But there's something about his story in dd2 that really hits me.

In the first game there was a bit of mystery around Bigby. he felt like the one hero that probably holds himself with the least amount of care. All the other heroes wear armor, have proper weapons, nice clothes that are well maintained. Bigby doesn’t have that. He wears teared pants, no shirt, no shoes, a single cloth that he isn’t even properly wearing, man is constantly gripping it. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide his brand. This is not a man who sees himself as worth taking care of. Is it because of guilt? Well he probably deserves it right? Maybe he brought it upon himself, maybe he was messing with things he didn’t understand and now this is his punishment?

And then we get the lore drop that the circumstance that led him to be like this wasn’t even his own fault. It was a horrible accident (that probably could have been avoided if he wasn’t being dumb and going to a well known dangerous moor, with no protection, at night, alone with no guide. I love you Bigby but that was not a pro gamer move). He was mauled, he didn’t want to die. Managing to save himself with a serum that ended up just sealing his fate. Then he was taken in and tortured by the church for who knows how long for reasons he didn’t understand (I don’t think he even killed anyone; they just mentioned a mutilated cow).

And then when he finally transforms he's horrified. Could you imagine his feelings? He was tortured, branded and right after that his body transformed into something horrifying before his own eyes. He has no control over it, no say to what happens. And then he wakes up, alone, surrounded by dead bodies he made. Because they were right. They should have been afraid of him. How could he ever trust himself again? When he caused all of this. 

Bro is suicidal as heck man, even his in game dialogue has him constantly thinking he should die. This man does not think he is worth anything anymore.

I would also like to point out that his beast form doesn’t look right. It doesn’t look like a regular rotclaw at least (I think we all can agree it was probably a rotclaw that jumped him, they literally have an attack that mauls you with blight damage)

Like comparing the two side by side. One arm is bigger than the other, he barely has any fur, his legs are different being clawed instead of hooves, his teeth are sharper and he's a lot smaller compared to one (that last could just be cause of gameplay reason, maybe he's suppose to be the same size but he has to fit in the line up somehow)

I like to think it's because he made that imperfect antidote. I think he was legit supposed to either die from the poison that night but he managed to save himself with the mess of a serum he managed to scrounge together. Only that serum was not at all perfect because he used all the wrong things and he couldn’t remember the recipe so he ended up just making the mutation worse. Sealing his fate. Why else would Red Hook purposely make him an Alchemist and not just a regular guy that got mauled.

So in a way he is responsible for why he is the way he is but like, can you really blame him for trying to save himself? Bro forgot the recipe for the antivenom cause he was panicking and just rawdogged it. And now he probably wishes he just let the poison kill him.

But that's a personal headcanon thing not really important to this. 

And then that one line in the last shrine. 

“Goodbye to the man that wished to chart the stars” This line really shows you how little he thinks about himself now. He just wanted to be a study some plants, chart the stars, learn about the world. But he doesn’t deserve that anymore. He doesn't deserve to be comfortable, or treated well. The man he once was is gone, no more. He's not a man anymore, he can never go back.

He made one dumb mistake And now he lives with it for the rest of his life. He hates himself for it. Blames himself, literally puts the chains back on because he cannot trust himself ever again. Because of one dumb mistake he made. He seeks redemption for things that were completely out of his control. His story is a tragedy, because he never had a choice in it. 

Anyway what I mean to say is, I really like this sopping wet cat of a nerd, with so much self loathing, that made one really dumb mistake and is being punished way too severely by the world for it. Quite literally the GOAT of all time

[teyamsgrl]

fruit picking ✧ neteyam

THIS FUCKING GIF IS LEGIT MAKING ME CRY RN 😭 LOOK AT HIS SMILE I CANT DO THIS

anywho, here is my first fluffy fic! i normally stick to smut but figured i should throw some fluff (and a lil angst) into the mix so here we are! plus i love neteyam and the thought of him as a perfect mate 🫠

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, pregnant!reader, agedup!neteyam, l-bombs, a little angst, fainting mentions, worried teyam, happy ending dw - yawne: beloved

being three quarters of the way through your pregnancy was crazy to you and neteyam, wondering where the time had went. your stomach had quite the swell and neither of you could wait to meet your little one. despite being very pregnant, you didn't let it hold you back from doing what you loved. you had only taken a pause on your tsahik practices just recently, much to your dismay but mo'at insisted that you take a break from your duties and cherish the last bit of your first pregnancy. you still traveled through the village, picking fruit and even hunting.

today was just like any other day, out for a stroll while neteyam was doing his own duties throughout the day. you came across some fruits, deciding they would be a perfect snack for neteyam's arrival home later on. you pick a few, putting them into a woven basket that kiri had made you. you hummed as you continued on, suddenly feeling a sharp pain shoot through your head. "ah.." you wince at the sensation, placing your free hand upon your forehead. you move to lean against a nearby tree, pain becoming worse by the second. you search your surroundings, noticing that your vision has now become blurry. your eyes begin fluttering, and next thing you know you are seeing black.

"grandmother!" kiri announced as she barged into the tsahik tent, holding you up with the help of lo'ak. "what happened here?" mo'at questions, helping kiri lie your currently unconscious body down onto a woven mat. "go get neteyam" she gestures to lo'ak, urging him out the door. "i just found her in the forest, slumped down against a tree like this, i don't know how long she was like this before i got to her" kiri rambles as she grabs your hand, praying to eywa as her other hand rests atop your baby bump. mo'at collects items before she gets to work on you. neteyam bursts into the tent with lo'ak on his tail, breathing coming to halt when he spots you on the floor, his grandmother moving around you as kiri still remains at your side. "my brother, come" kiri motions for neteyam to take a seat beside her, "kiri, what happened?" he questions frantically, intently watching mo'at's actions. "i don't know, she passed out i guess? i was just walking and saw her like this, looked like she was picking some fruit.." she gestures to the basket that lo'ak had placed near the doorway. "fuck..." he mumbles and pulls on his braids, feeling angry and anxious all at once. "she will be okay, and so will the baby. grandmother is an amazing tsahik.." she hugs him from the side, his eyes filling with tears and dropping onto his crossed legs. "she has to be okay, they both have to be" he whispers, leaning more into his sister's touch. mo'at says one final sentence before leaning back on her knees, hand pressed against your forehead.

as if on cue, you take a sudden sharp breath and shoot up slightly, eyes flickering open. "stay down, my child, relax" mo'at says as she lays you back down onto your back. "yawne!" neteyam exclaims, moving to come into your view. "you're okay, i'm so glad you're okay" he exhales, placing his forehead on yours, some tears dripping onto your cheeks from his own. "i'm here, ma'teyam, don't cry" you move one hand up slowly to wipe away his tears, stroking his cheek after. he smiles softly and pulls away to kiss your forehead, looking to his grandmother, "grandmother, is the baby alright?" your breath hitches as you await an answer, that being your next question as well. "yes, healthy and well, as are you, y/n. your great health allowed your baby to be protected in this moment" she smiles and begins to clean up her items, kiri gives your hand a squeeze before getting up to help her. "both okay..." neteyam whispers, kissing your forehead again. "i don't even really know what happened" you sigh, bringing a hand to rub over your bump, "all of a sudden i got this pain, then everything was blurry... now i'm here" neteyam places his hand on top of yours, nodding as he listens to you. "i'm sure it was scary, luckily kiri stumbled across you" you smile and grab kiri's hand just as she goes to collect the last of mo'at's items, "thank you, kiri. you literally saved my life," you nod down to your stomach "and theirs". she smiles back, "you do not need to thank me, i would do anything for you and the baby". you allow her to grab the items, looking back to neteyam.

"can you help me sit up? i'm feeling a bit more steady" he holds one arm out for you to hold while the other helps you up from your back. you get a better look around the room, spotting your basket of fruit by the doorway. "my fruit!" you giggle, spotting lo'ak against the wall beside it. "lo'ak, did you save my fruit?" he nods and chuckles a bit, "i did, kiri was a bit ahead of me and found you first, then she called for me and demanded i bring the fruit as well", "well thank you, i'm going to enjoy that later after all this" you giggle a bit more and look to neteyam as he shakes his head. "what?! it was mainly for you, by the way" you smile and kiss his cheek. he laughs quietly, "are we okay to head home?", "yes, but be careful for the next few days, stay close to home and rested" you nod and stand up slowly with neteyam right beside you, "thank you, mo'at. you are not only my mate's grandmother and my teacher, but a wonderful tsahik. thank you" she places her hand on your cheek, smiling softly before gesturing you two to head out.

once you arrive home, neteyam hugs you as tightly as he can with your bump in the middle, hands rubbing along your back. "scared me back there, yawne" you nod and hug around his neck, toying with his braids. "i know, i was scared too, when i fainted... had no clue what was going on. and i worried about the baby... first thing i thought of when it all went black, same with when i woke up" you sniffle a bit and nuzzle into his neck. "well you're both healthy and both here, which is what matters most" he whispers as he continues rubbing your back, pure love and relief surrounding your bodies. you nod into his neck, relaxing instantaneously under his touch. "i love you, ma'teyam, thank you for being the best mate and best soon to be dad" you move out of his neck to stare into his eyes, sparkling with adoration, "i love you too, so much.. you're the best mate, honestly, and i know you'll be the best mother" he leans in, lips interlocking with yours in a devoted kiss.

[dark-and-kawaii]

We need something with Zevlor and being too big if you catch my drift 👀

༺ 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝒾𝓂 𝒜𝓁𝓁 ༻

Zevlor

Note: bless your soul for sending this in because this made me legit horny when writing this. I love Zevlor so much you guys have no idea!!! I want him so much and I just know his dick is big.

Size Difference - Breeding - Tail Grabbing

You try to bite back a sob as your hands grip his shoulders, "Ngh..." But you fail, unable to contain the sound of your cry. The intensity of it causes Zevlor to freeze, his advances coming to a halt. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with concern and regret.

"I... I never meant for this to cause you harm," he stammers, his voice filled with genuine distress. "We can stop if you're in pain." His attempt at a smile is feeble, and you can see the falseness behind it. Zevlor hates seeing you in pain, and the fact that he's the one causing it now only adds to his anguish.

"N-no!" you protest, your voice quivering. "Zevlor, please don't stop! I-I just need to get used to it, that's all…” You tilt your head to the side, a blush spreading across your features, tears glistening in your eyes. "It’s just that… You're the biggest I've ever had."

He presses his lips to one of your hands on his shoulder, “I don't want to hurt you," he murmurs against your hand, "But if you're sure... if you truly wish for me to continue…” His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails gently digging into your skin as he slowly begins to push forward, inch by agonizing inch, his size stretching you to your limits.

You gasp and arch your back, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Zevlor pushes another inch into your tight little cunt, and you sob harder, the tip of his tiefling cock kissing your cervix.

You hastily wrap your legs around him, your toes curling, “Z-Zevlor!” you cry out when he finally bottoms out, the pain in your stomach burgeoning.

Zevlor struggles every time he hears your whimper… Torn between his desire to please you and his concern for your well-being. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek before whispering with such a soothing voice, "Tell me if it becomes too much. I don't want to push you beyond your limits."

You nod, tears streaming down your face, as you try to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of his size inside you.

Zevlor waits briefly until your sobs subside, before pulling back and pressing into you again. The pain and pleasure returns in full force. Every thrust pushes his cock directly to your cervix, your belly cramping during every knock.

The sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms your senses, and you find yourself craving more of him. "Z-Zevy, m-mo-more..." you gasp, your voice filled with desperate longing.

You swore you could see his face deepen in color as your nickname for him rolled off your tongue as you moaned for him. "A-are you sure?" he grunts, his pace quickening. His claws accidentally dig into your hips and he holds you firmly in place, allowing him to push himself as deep into your body as he can go.

You nod your head, unable to say anything due to being consumed by the feeling of your cunny splitting open for Zevlors cock.

The sound of your moans and his grunts fill the cave, blending with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Zevlor's thrusts become more forceful, his primal instincts taking over as he drives himself into you. You can feel the heat building within you, the intense pressure coiling in your core. With each thrust, you're pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving dark red marks in their wake, as you surrender yourself to the pleasure. You arch your back, meeting his every movement, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

Zevlor's grip on your waist tightens even further, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own release. You know he’ll try to pull out, will try and paint your stomach white with his milky seed, but you don’t want that. You want his tiefling seed to fill you, to paint your insides white as his seed fights to impregnate you.

The thought of bearing this man’s child has you falling apart, your drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

"N-need you- Cum inside me," you beg as you blindly reach for his tail. Your hand moving around until you finally find and grab hold of it. Zevlor’s face twists, a sharp hiss emanating from him as you began to glide your thumb over the tip of his tail. His face was so beautiful, tears began to prick at his own eyes, his face deepening even more. "P-please f-fill me up, Zevy, please!!"

He can deny you nothing, never could, especially not when you call him Zevy. He growls against your ear, “I-if that is what you w-wish-ah!” Zevlor coming undone under your touch has your walls squeezing him tightly as you finally cum with a scream. He fucks you through your orgasm, thrusting his cock inside you once, twice, and then the heat of his release is flooding you, his seed spilling directly into your womb. His milky substance spilling out of you and pooling between you.

The warmth of his release causes your eyes to roll back in pure bliss. Your walls squeeze him tightly, milking every last drop of his tiefling seed from him.

With the last few tremors of your orgasm fading away, Zevlor drops his head to the crook of your neck, “For-forgive me if I caused you any harm…” his breathing hot and heavy.

It takes a minute, but before you can say anything you can hear his breathing start to even out as he starts to drift off. A part of you wishes he would stay awake, so the two of you could talk. You know you can't ask him to do that though, you know that Zevlor deserves rest.

Instead, you let him sleep, your arms coiling around him to keep him close to you, his cock still buried inside you. As you lay there, in each other's arms, you can't help but feel at home, content and safe. Your eyes start to flutter closed as well. A soft smile tugs at your lips, as you begin to drift off into sleep.

[twinklingwatermellon]

ELLY'S TOP TEN K-DRAMAS (with songs to match!)

10. Queen of Tears (2024)

Baek Hyun-woo is relieved to hear that his wife has only three months to live, which will save him the mortification of divorcing her — what he isn’t expecting is to fall back in love with her in those three months. This show gets a little crazy, but the acting is top tier, and the ensemble cast is one of my favorites ever. (Also, the OST is my new most beloved.)

Song for this drama: Don’t Take The Money

9. Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)

Woo Young-Woo navigates her career, life changes, and love as a rookie at Hanbada Law Firm and a woman on the autism spectrum. Young-Woo is a darling, and her boy is the greenest flag ever.

Song for this drama: scales

8. Castaway Diva (2023)

After 15 years stranded on a desert island, Seo Mok-ha pursues her dream of becoming a singer while searching for the boy who helped her escape her abusive father. Despite the horrors, this show will make you believe there is good in the world.

Song for this drama: Sweet Chamomile

7. Hometown Cha Cha Cha (2021)

Yoon Hye-jin moves to a seaside town to open a dental clinic and finds the home she always wanted amidst its colorful residents. So funny and the male lead is basically the perfect man.

Song for this drama: Apple Pie

6. Familiar Wife (2018)

A married couple who have fallen out of love get to see each other in a new light after the husband, Ju-hyeok, goes back in time and changes their history. You've never rooted this hard for such an infuriating man.

Song for this drama: No One Knows

5. Marry My Husband (2024)

After being murdered by her husband and best friend, a woman wakes up ten years in the past, months before her wedding, and must fight to prevent her marriage and eventual death from happening again. Swooniest male lead, cutest female friendships, and some of the most legit terrifying villains.

Song for this drama: Funeral

4. Lovely Runner (2024)

Immediately after her idol commits suicide, the devastated Sol is transported back to high school, where she discovers that the two of them used to be neighbors and begins a desperate mission to change the course of his life. Get ready for the most adorable, most pathetic loser of a male lead ever.

Song for this drama: Always Remember Us This Way

3. Crash Landing On You (2019–2020)

After a freak accident lands her in North Korea, Yoon Se-ri must rely on the soldier who saved her life in order to survive, stay hidden, and get back to South Korea. Rips you apart in the best possible way.

Song for this drama: If I Never Knew You

2. Live Up To Your Name (2017)

Renowned acupuncturist Heo Im falls 400 years through time and lands in Seoul, where his life and fate intertwine with that of cardiac surgeon Choi Yeon Kyung. Beautiful, unmatched chemistry.

Song for this drama: epiphany

1. Twinkling Watermelon (2023)

Ha Eun Gyeol is mysteriously sent back in time, where he meets his parents as teenagers and discovers he didn't know as much about them as he thought he did. Peak family feels, peak soft couple, and peak enemies to lovers.

Song for this drama: Long Live

[thecoolcatstuff]

Comments on new episode The Ruler so spoilers ahead!

Yet another dickhole pair of parents. Is this going to be the norm from now on? Hope they are not trying to make Gabriel look good by making everyone worse by comparision, it wont work.

Wow Mark is fucking beautiful in the new design. Nath's freckles give him an unique look too, love them.

Nath's purple glitter shoes scream "Im a poor ass artist" 😭

Cant believe Miraculous made me shed a tear Miraculous for fucks sake.

If anything RULES, its Caprikid's outfit. Wished they had kept the white hair but overall its perfect.

" comics are a legit form of art" uh? Wish Zag would take a hint OF HIS OWN SHOW and make a Miraculous Comic that doesnt suck ass.

Ah yes, the "Adrien sometimes stinks of cheese" theory is now canon. Absolutely love it. Not being ironic here btw.

Whats with Marinette's runny nose sidestory? THat seems like completely unecessary. Looks more like a reason for her to be shoved onscreen and waste time we should be spending on cute Marc/Nath fluff.

Also, what an ass color choice for the snot lol is her brain melting or sth?

Once again Chat Noir fell down like a bitch. I mean I get that the story is completely unrelated to him and there is only so much screentime but then why even use him at all? Sick of this trope already, just give Adrien a reason to not show up if you are not doing anything with him and move on.

Nice, good episode overall. I like they are making the gay stuff more obvious this season, also the soubdtrack this season is really good.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing okay, this is my first BSD request so I was hoping if I could ask for Kunikida, Dazai. Fukuzawa and Ango with a s/o who is a hopeless romantic! Like they love LOVE if you get what I mean? Their love language is every love language! A s/o who is super affectionate, and has a lot of love in their heart for their partner and their biggest simp!

Thanks so much!! 🥰

Love-o-virus

Headcanon: Love is something expressed, with actions ft Kunikida, Dazai, Fukuzawa , Ango Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting Hi! tysm for the request, I hope you are doing great as well. This headcanon is so wholesome I hope it aren't that disappointing.

Kunikida:

How do I even start with this man?

You would randomly bargain into the office to hug him. (Dazai be laughing at Kunikida's face)

Now, this man has everything timed and we know how busy he gets, but that doesn't stop him from receiving a hug from you.

You would write letters for this man, and I am pretty sure he has a box full of it at his room just dedicated to the things he receive from you.

He would return home tired and dejected perhaps, thanks to Dazai but your forehead kisses would always bring a smile on his face.

Now its not only you who would be such an affectionate one in the relationship.

He would totally bring breakfast to bed if you ever overslept. (He doesn't impose his schedules on you , he is such a sweetheart)

Who says everything is perfect when scheduled? Your affection for him was the only schedule he never made, and is the only schedule he ever broke.

You would probably be texting this man 'Next time I hug you, I probably won't let go for a long time.' just for him to hurry up and get home so that you can hug him again.

Kunikida is 100/100 rule breaker for you and only you.

Dazai howling at the backstage. *bonks Dazai*

Dazai:

We all can agree he would love this

He thought you were someone who despite romantic moves and affection considering your past conversations with him.

He legit screamed "Y/N GOT LOVE-O-VIRUS" Just because you kissed him more then thrice that day.

This boy loves it when you hug him from behind.

We all know this man might as well as be traumatized and haunted by his past, so you being his lover, suggests forces him to lie down and sleep

What on earth did I think about all the time before you?

Your affections just make him so happy that ADA team gets scared.

"I always wake up smiling. I think it's your fault."

Power couple 10/10>>>>>

"Even though I'm unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you, and I will continue to love you forever." Totally can imagine Dazai speaking this to you as you both will be cuddling.

You would just gift this man some perfume and hand knit sweater and the next day his appearance would be so different. Did he really had that long legs???

As much as you worship him, he worships you more. Hope this aren't going yandere next

I don't know if you read Reunion with blood and tears, But like i said, i can totally imagine Dazai receiving headpats makes him feel safe.

I honestly imagine him being touch starved, and with all that trauma he received at such an young age, his S/O being super affectionate gives him comfort and bonus.

Dazai deserves better

He loves whenever he returns home and is welcomed by a warm hug.

You two would often be drinking alcohol by the balcony and your drunken state would tell him how much you love him.

He loves you

<3

Fukuzawa:

He still gets surprise with your sudden interactions

Lets be honest, you will be hugging this man and he would do nothing but return the hug and smile.

You would probably be gifting him a cat someday on his birthday and he would probably be so happy he would return a favor with a kiss and maybe hugs

YOU & CATS>>>>>>> that's his ideology.

THIS RELATIONSHIP>>>>>> its pure fluff

If you ever flirted with this man, in your youth days it would probably be "If loving you was a job, I'd be the most deserving, dedicated, and qualified candidate. In fact, I'd even be willing to work for free!"

He would let you style his hair whatever you feel like it, even if it ruins or ends up knotted. But he loves you so its worth it.

I am pretty sure he would love it whenever he returns home and sees you setting up the table for both of you to eat. I MEAN YOU WAITED FOR THIS MAN TO RETURN HOME DESPITE YOU WERE LOWKEY HUNGRY.

Please he is just lucky to have you.

Your adoptive ADHD child Ranpo along with the rest of ADA team would be dropping off and visiting you on weekends, where you all would play board games minus the yelling in monopoly.

He would probably giving you massages whenever you felt stressful and hug you in a comfortable way.

You both feel safe in each others presence.

You would be scrolling down the street, as your hand intervene his watching the peaceful Yokohama city you protected and preserved.

Ango:

this man is very microwavable.

Blushing 10/10

Your way of affections to him was headpats and nose kisses.

You both work as partners, so its very normal for you to slip your hands into his

Nose kisses>>>>>>

You would be randomly be resting your head on his shoulders whenever you take a mini break and he would always reply you with 'Y/N- we are at work'

You would always pass comments along the line 'You are literally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.' only for him to blush.

Please he cant even act serious when you are around him standing so protectively. You are just damn cute for him.

You would be making him Coffee as he overworks, even if it meant to wake up at 1 am and make something for him.

His heart melts every time you do small acts for him.

Making coffee? His clothes fully laundered? You making sure he eats food? Yeah every small thing you do for him makes him feel loved and just bring back all the zoo feelings in his stomach again as a high school teenager.

I lowkey doesn't feel like it was exactly written along the lines of what was requested, but I hope this doesn't disappoints you.

[indras-wife]

OMGGGGG BABES HIIIII, I'm so excited to finally read your beautiful creations, please bless us with Indra content, we need so much more content for him!!!

Sooo, I would love to request a scenario of our beautiful savior Indra, of course, and I do have a little specific idea in mind🤠

I would love to see a representation of the night after he wins his eternal battle against Ashura (because we know our man wins, fuck cannon), something like Indra dejected and a bit depressed even though he won because, well, he killed his younger brother, and even if he's crazy, he has feelings.

I think it's the only moment where I can imagine him genuinely vulnerable, ready to collapse into (Y/N's) arms and just… cry, grieve for all that he lost despite winning.

I'm so exciteeeeeeed, love uuuu darling💕💕💕

OMG THANKS FOR SUCH KIND WORDS!!! ✨💖😭Your work is the reason I decided to start my own small blog for our lord and savior Indra. You are legit the blueprint for this blog💖✨

His character is complex, philosophical and just perfect for every interpretation and requests like this definitely help to uncover his hidden characteristics. And YES FUCK CANNON Indra wins for sure. 😤✨

Since this is my first work, I don't know how it turned out(may not be the best for sure) but do feel free to contact me in case you have any suggestions or another request. I am open always for any criticism, love or even hate.

HOPE YOU ENJOY BABESSSS✨💖Thanks again for being the first to request Indra in this blog. Mucho amor y abrazos querida💖✨💖

“No matter what, I shall protect my little brother so no harm touch him”

The words which he said so proudly as a child, ringed in Indra’s ears. Is this how it should have ended? His one and only brother…dead?

As he looked down he realized that indeed it was their fate no matter what. Ashura was laying on the ground, covered in blood and with a big hole on his chest. Indra killed him with the same lightning jutsu he used to protect him from the boar when they were children.

The older brother kept staring at the body, unable to move for what felt like hours. He could not believe he finally killed Ashura and got his revenge. Though this is what we wanted to do, he did not feel the joy as he thought he would. Instead, Indra felt immense guilt, felt like the worst person in the world. He not only killed his only brother, but also his family: his wife and three kids.

“Ashura….” a small whisper escaped his mouth before he collapsed on the ground, falling on the dead body of his little brother. His body felt heavy, and he could not move any longer. Indra’s eyes closed from tiredness as his consciousness slowly left his body.

He woke up only hours later, drenched in rain, sweat and blood. As he got on his knees, his eyes met with the lifeless body of his brother.

“…..Forgive me Ashura….”

Of course, his words and the guilt he was feeling meant nothing now.

Monster…I am a monster…just as everyone labeled me…

That dark inner voice kept screaming in his head, blaming him for all what had happened. If Indra was not strong willed, he would for sure kill himself right here, to try and get rid of the heavy burden that will chase him all his life.

But he could not do it. Not when his own wife and kids were waiting for him to return back home. Indra casted one final glance at Ashura, a single tear escaping his eye as he turned his back and vanished into the thin air.

Y/n…

He wanted to get home fast. To be in her hands, to cry and tell her he regrets killing his brother. That is the only thing in his mind now. Indra was too exhausted to use his teleportation ability so he had to use the not the fastest way.

Only after a day was he able to get back home. He was exhausted not only from the long way but also from the heavy burden he was carrying in his heart. He felt worse when he thought that he left his body there. But what else could he do? He felt unworthy to touch his body and give him a proper burial. While he was walking towards his house, his thoughts replaying the fight, Y/n came out of the house.

“Babe….!”

Indra heard his wife’s sweet voice and looked at her.

“……Y/n” he whispered.

His wife knew him well enough to understand what had happened. She rushed to him and hugged him hard, crying from joy that her husband returned back alive. Whatever happened at the battlefield was not even important anymore. She has his husband back safely and thats what matters for her.

Indra hugged her back slowly, hiding his face in her shoulder and letting his tears flow freely. They stood like that for some time, allowing their bodies to talk instead of their mouths.

“It is over…he….he is dead…” he finally mumbled.Y/n knew he had the guilt in his heart. After all, he killed his only brother.

“I know it was hard…I know you carry this immense guilt darling…but…don’t blame yourself. You did..what you considered right.” Y/n whispered as she hugged him tighter. She knew he needed this more than anything. Indra was never good at words. He preferred his actions to do the work and Y/n understood it fully.

Indra looked at her, his eyes teary and his sharingan glowing like two precious gems. He knew his wife wanted to help him, and she did many times, but tonight, he did not feel those words were as helpful as before. He wanted to try and forget the scene in front of him however he could not as much as he tried.

“Let’s go inside…I will warm up some water so you can take a bath…come” Y/n softly held his hand, walking to the house. Indra could only follow her silently, hoping to pass the night in her arms, letting his feelings out and hopefully sleeping after months of no sleep.

[justanotherlostgrl]

Okay, ranting about the new PJO episode(im making these up as i go alr)

First off, the percabeth hug? Perfection, loved it, second, Annabeth giving attitude to Ares? Yes, we live that, keep that up sweetie you're doing great, also, in the amusement park, my guy just offered a date to Annabeth without knowing he was doing so???? Yeah, Percy behavior right there.

Annabeth trying to lighten the mood even tho she's terrified of that thing falling on Percy? My percabeth heart can't handle it.

Grover making small talk with Ares? Didn't like that.

Moving on, the Thrill Ride O' Love? STAWP (tho I almost choked on air when I started laughing when What Is Love started playing) Their little angsty talk? Give me more of those, those are amazing. Percy trying to reach for Annabeth underwater but instead realizing another power of his? Loved that.

Grover suspecting something's off with Ares and making him talk? Yes, we love our smart goat boy. All the right stuff he was saying to butter him up.

Back to Percy n Annabeth, that whole argument about the throne? So on character for them. ALSO, the first!!! Seaweed Brain??!!!!! Changing course now, I was legit on tears when Percy sat down but I knew my girl was gonna try something and boy was I right. And her snapping out of her "That's how Gods work and we don't ever question it" mindset is so gratifying to me I can't even begin to explain it, and her standing up for Percy and calling him her friend (fucking finally) and deciding to be her own person and don't follow their stupid rules? I'm invested, give me more. And Hephaestus being sympathetic towards Annabeth because he felt like that too, he's too tired of following Olympus' rules and being the cast out so he understands and him being nice and saying he'll put in good word for Annabeth... Don't touch me I might die.

And we finally got some good ol' sass thrown in for Ares on Percy's part and I'm delighted.

Still, Grover thinking he knows who stole the bolt is something so funny to me

Plus, Lin in the post-credit scenes is something I didn't expect, that one suprised me

So yeah that's pretty much it, loved every second of it

P.S. I've read the books this is just me plastering my thoughts on the show somewhere

[thegamingcatmom]

‘Tis I.. Mommy Ghost! 👋🏻 Here to stink up your ask box with my annoying lady stench once more! 😘

I hope that you are taking good care of yourself today 💖 and that Momma is giving you plenty of brain worms to inspire you. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say.. brain maggots. 😉🪱

I return to your ask box today with more of my nonsense, this time in the form of questions with regards to Momma’s delicious mouth. 💋🥵

At the end of your most recent update of the shenanigans experienced by us, Momma’s little Drama Queen, you gave us the beginnings of an attempted kiss from Momma. And so, now seemed like the perfect time for me to hop into your inbox to broach your ideas and details of kissing our beloved Maggot Mommy. 😻😘

I am certain that any little maggot who is a slut for Momma must have at least considered what it would be like to kiss her.

I know damn well that we all took note of that tongue when Momma attacks poor Bridget. The exquisite length of it. The colour of it.. black as coal. The way that it was dripping with thick saliva. 🤤

Also the visually obvious fact that, for the majority of the film, Momma’s mouth is covered in a mixture of dried and congealed blood, and also frequently dripping with fresh blood from both her victims and her own wounds..😻🥵

With your version of Maggot Mommy, the body of Ellie being used as a vessel is strung somewhere between dead and alive.. undead, if you will. Yes? So, surely that must give the taste of her kisses a certain.. je ne sais quoi? 🙊😅

Also, despite our beloved Maggot Mommy being an unholy Goddess whom we absolutely adore.. I have a feeling that she isn’t exactly too concerned about her dental hygiene, even though her powerful mouth is used to rip and tear and consume flesh. And so that breath, and that tongue, and the potential remnants of slaughtered foes still stuck in those teeth.. it all must add up to a unique flavour? 🥲

So, my dearest Cat.. what do you imagine our experience of kissing your Maggot Momma to be like? Tell me, what does Momma’s mouth taste like? 🤤

Spare NO details. I want to hear it ALL! 😻🤤

~ Kisses from me x 💋🖤

Hey there, mommy! 🤗

You´re most welcome to stink up my askbox with your novels (my goodness 😅) whenever. 😘

Plenty of brain maggots these days, indeed. Still catching up on everything that´s been going on these past few months, but I´m determined. 💪😤

"Most recent update" would be about...6 months ago, yes? With Momma sticking her tongue down holes that are absolutely not meant for tongues? 😅

Like that will stop her, puh-lease.

(Sweet Momma was legit making an effort though, with every sinister fibre of that rotten being. That´s all that matters! 😔✊)

So, first of all: Yes, when Momma opens that maw of hers, it´s safe to say that it is not pleasant. (Depending on her most recent meal too, obv.) It smells as you would expect something that´s rotting to smell: rotten. As for the flavor-

Excuse me.

You got the visuals down to a T here (don´t get me started on that tongue, though-), so I think yall can imagine the absolute...interesting taste of that. You also very correctly stated the (very obvious) lack of dental hygiene...which, no, nope, absolutely not-

Like that will stop her, puh-lease.

I´m not sure how yet, but we will find a way to handle this, handle Momma. Even if it means we gotta strap her down, pry those nasty-looking jaws open with a crowbar, and brush those knife-like teeth ourselves-

And lose an arm or two in the process.

Listen, our Drama Queen will fight tooth and nail, ram yet another pair of scissors through that skull if she has to, hell she´d be willing to negotiate on that one, too.

...Negotiating as in: Our Drama Queen is not gonna jump out of the nearest window and to her certain death, if those stained lips land anywhere that isn´t the mouth.

Well, that´s alright, Maggot Momma´s more than happy moving those stained lips of hers further down-

...BUT, I digress. You´re here for the actual taste. 😏

Okay so, if I had to describe the taste of that, I´d say it´s a combination of both spicy and salty, mixed with foul eggs, a metallic note, and a hint of something sickly sweet - a bit like cotton candy, actually. Then there´s the added bonus of getting to share bits and pieces of-

All in all, it´d be a rather sticky matter probably. 🫠

How can you say "No" to that face, though?

Thanks a lot for that ask. ❤️

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Uh. Religious trauma? ! !! ! !! !!

Guilty pleasure au as of lately: Good Religious Virgil x Corrupting Punk Remus.

It is tearing me apart inside but I'm reminding myself cringe is dead and cliches are cliches for a reason they were good 😭 also I literally cannot decide on an age range for this because it seems very highschool-y but also college. Collage. Kooleg. Whatever Temmie says in Undertale. Man I love Undertale.

Anyway like. Something something "I go to church" something something "he's an angel to have in class, quiet and efficient in his work" something something probably-a beige-baby Virgil with his Beige as fuck family (not by V's choice) who want him to just. go into accounting or something typical. And get a wife. Have kids. Picket fence and a dog.

but then there's this GUY who has TATTOOS and FACIAL HAIR and SMOKES and has a MOTORCYCLE and he speaks with the serpent's tongue with sin and debauchery but damn virgil has never loved reptiles more

idk why I read that in my head like slam poetry.

It starts simple with music. Virgil comes over to hang out or they go out and Remus is like "oh I love this song" and Virgil listens to it and finds out he likes it too. And he wants to know more. Remus gives him a plethora of music to listen to through Spotify links until Virgil finds his favorite.

It goes from there.

Virgils out of the house more. His parents are so proud. He doesn't know he's wearing different clothes underneath his white hoodie and that he dresses up in a random parking lot on the way to see Remus. And he undoes it before he leaves. They don't know the concerts he's going to or the things he's learning or the weed this man is most definitely smoking (devil's lettuce fits perfect with this don't @ me) and they definitely dont know about the boys (just one actually) hes kissing. They think he's met a nice young friend. They just think he's their good son Virgil still.

He's Virgil. Good is a very subjective term.

Remus doesn't force him into any of it btw he literally just. not even offers half of it. Virgil takes initiative so much more than he thinks. The only thing Remus does is like "this is a sin" "if we don't sin, he died for nothing. Let's make it worth it for him". Virgil still kisses him first.

Picture poor sweet Beige Parents when Virgil moves out and comes back for a proper visit like a year later (bro def. kept his distance while figuring himself out) and he's just. not what he looked like when he left. How they react is totally up to interpretation but either way, he's going home with Remus and definitely forgot about the hickey on his neck while visiting 💀

Y'know all the vibes? It's a cliche religious trauma-y guilty pleasure

— 👑

Okay but I legit fucking L O V E E V E R Y T H I N G about this!!! Vee's just your typical "good" religious man who does what he's told and has high expectations from his family and then he meets Ree who's about to give this man the fastest Emo sinner speedrun XD I absolutely adore how much Ree is teaching Vee to not give a fuck and just do what he wants and live his own life and you can really see how freeing it is for him everytime he meets up with the chaotic Punk and after he moves out (Also I'm cackling at the thought of Vee's parents still being oblivious about Vee and just assume the hickey was from him "falling" XD)

[thesarcasticism]

i don't really get why persona 3 the answer was such a polarizing epilogue to the story. were we all too young when we played it or something? because looking back on it now, it was a perfect exploration of everyone's grief, and how it manifested so strongly in them that their personas actually stopped time because of how desperately they all wanted to go back. even if they could only see the protagonist just one more time. for just one more minute.

to say nothing of the significant character arcs aigis and yukari both go through. the way they both accept their grief and move on, resolving to change the world for the better. the way junpei and ken both feel the same, as a result of their experiences in "the journey."

i guess people didn't like it because yukari was "bitchy" or whatever, but she's very clearly grieving, it's just that her grief comes out in the form of anger. i guess sexism played a role there - women can't be angry or mean and all that. i, for one, think it was completely in character of her to react that way. the way she was so dismissive of everyone dwelling on the past when they walked through all the doors, even when confronted with her own, she was very clearly pretending. pretending like she was ready to move on. and then, finally, after aigis and metis defeat her and she realizes that only aigis can use the key now, she breaks down in tears, finally showing how terribly this situation has been affecting her, how much she was holding back, how much she was repressing.

maybe people just didn't get it because (and i think this is a good thing) they haven't had to grieve for someone they've lost. as someone who grieves for my father every day as he loses himself to alzheimer's, i felt extremely seen by the answer. everyone's reactions are things i've gone through - yukari's anger and despair and regret, ken and akihiko's desire to move on and live life to the fullest, junpei being afraid to go back, and a little bit afraid to go forward too, and everything in between. i think that grief just isn't something one can understand until they've experienced it firsthand, and that's okay. i know i didn't understand when i first played the answer. grief is one of the most complicated and complex feelings we experience. it can't be easily broken down into five stages like we all pretend it can. it's every feeling under the sun, all the time, every day. and as you learn to live without that person, as you grow around your grief, you carry that love for that person with you wherever you go. but the grief never truly goes away. you just get better at handling it. you just get better at reminding yourselves what they would've wanted for you. and you try to live for yourself, and a little bit for them too.

in my opinion, the answer was a fitting ending. it answered any lingering questions, gave all the characters closure and new motivations for their futures, and i won't pretend like i didn't shed a tear when april 1st finally came and they played brand new days.

the only legit criticism i have for this game is the same one i have for FES as a whole: why can't i directly control my party members aaaa this part of the game had some of the most difficult bosses and aigis is just powerhousing her way thru. i mean i did it but fuck me you guys. and then there's my usual criticism of no feMC (or shinjiro!!) but eh, y'all know how i feel about them

[scarsrcmain]

(GREGG SULKIN, CISMAN, HE/HIM) Rumor has it ETHAN WOOD, the THIRTY YEAR OLD has been seen in NYC again. They are said to be CHARMING. But don't let that pretty face fool you, they are also ARROGANT. While the crime of NYC has a lot of players, they seem to remain as a CLEAN Civilian. They work as a PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALLER but i hear they are UNALIGNED

stats.

full name: ethan alexander wood nicknames: e, wood birthday: august 19th  age: thirty gender: cismale pronouns: he/his birthplace: london, england current location: manhattan, NYC star sign: leo through and through baby sexuality; bisexual but doesn't broadcast it bc sports relationship status: forever single probably occupation: footballer for THE arsenal fc gang affiliation: none...yet... theme song: phenomenal by eminem

physical. 

faceclaim: gregg sulkin hair color: dirty blonde/light brown eye color: hazel with flecks of gold height: 5 ft 11’ but he will tell you he’s 6ft  weight: 185lbs, muscular tattoos: club emblem over his heart, lion on his arm, a Greek mythology one I have to think about further, & "2 legit 2 quit" very small because he lost a bet scars: tore his achilles and has the surgery scar on the back of his left ankle to show for it piercings: none hair style: short, usually tussled about, but still looks annoyingly perfect always

family.

father: oliver wood mother: daphne wood siblings: older brother & younger sister/brother, their names all end in -an pets: the family has a french bulldog named beckham, but he's totally an animal and pet guy & his dream is to go to Australia to meet a kangaroo.

personality. 

(+) ; confident, charming, determined,  & energetic (-) ; arrogant, ill-tempered, impulsive, & dumb but pretty MBTI: ESFP, the entertainer fears: being perceived as weak, & losing insta followers element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: yes/yes/rarely, thinks it bad for all the running does aesthetics: popping champagne in the locker room, hoisting up golden championship trophies, sinking the last cup in beer pong – eyes closed, flashy hightop sneakers, overflowing shots of whiskey, one night stands & sneaking out before morning. character inspiration: jamie tart(ted lasso), jack grealish (footballer), thor (marvel), wriggley (tell me lies) nate archebald (gossip girl), joe kingman (the game plan) & some low-key kronk (emperor’s new groove).

biography.

TW: Alcohol, toxic masculinity 

Ethan Wood was born and raised to do one thing and one thing only: play football. Being the middle son of legendary English starting forward Oliver Wood, there was only one path for this budding young football prodigy and it was to follow in daddy’s footsteps donning the prestigious red and white of the three lions before him.   Young Ethan was a natural talent and he picked up the game rather quickly, spending every free moment practicing in the yard or scribbling down strategies. Training never ended for him, not even when he twisted his ankle making runs with his older brother. Though Julian encouraged Ethan to rest, Oliver insisted that Ethan “toughen up,” “be a man,” and  “keep practicing.” With his father’s words as law of the land, keep practicing is exactly what the impressionable child did. He suppressed his tears through the pain, not wanting to appear weak in front of his father, only wanting to make him proud and carry on his legacy.  By age nine, Ethan was sent to the Arsenal Youth Academy in London trading in a proper grade school education for the pitch. Of course, what he lacked in brains, his skills on the pitch made up for. He moved up the rankings with ease all the while reveling in the perks that came with being an up and coming star athlete: parties, hookups, popularity. As Ethan’s athletic abilities along with his ego continued to grow, so did his competitive edge and arrogance which is known for getting him into trouble on and off the pitch. After years of training, Ethan finally secured a spot on the first team of his beloved Arsenal FC. It didn’t take long for him to become the football star worthy of his surname. Sure, he was still a youngster and had to overcome those pesky rookie years and comparisons to his father, even spending the half a season on the bench for his hot headed temper, but he managed to make a name for himself even if slightly tarnished. In his off time, Ethan maintained his growing popularity by making appearances at all the London hot spots and kept up a rather impressive social media presence, constantly posting his fitness routines and workouts in addition to his wild nights out. This earned him a reputation off the pitch, and word of his escapades always seemed to make the gossip columns by the following morning. The British press was relentless.   Ethan was at the height of his career when he was expected to help lead England to victory in the World Cup, however with all newfound success he lost sight of the little boy who just wanted to make his family proud. It was the group stages. Ethan made a couple spectacular runs and even scored an equalizing goal, but it was a shitty call that defeated him, changing the course of play and costing his team the chance to move on in the tournament, even taking a swing at one of the players on the opposite team.  And just like that, Ethan was dropped from the national team and placed on probation. He began to spiral. He wasn’t given as much playing time with his club team and Oliver became absent in his life, unable to cope with his son’s failures. Ethan took to drinking more often and sought comfort in meaningless hook-ups to fill a void.  At the request of his Public Relations team, Ethan was sent to the States for a much needed reset and sabbatical in order to help repair his tainted reputation. They settled on New York far, far away from the English tabloids in hopes of keeping him out of trouble. Now at thirty, with only a handful of years left in his athletic career, Ethan is determined to rectify the past and prove himself as more than just a pretty boy with a bad attitude. And besides, everyone loves a comeback story right?

headcanons.

Despite the ever present confident air about him, Ethan is super generous especially when it comes to nights out and tipping. He is the best tipper and is always happy to pick up the tab and doll out rounds of shots for him and his buddies at no charge. As selfish as he can be sometimes, he loves it when his friends are having a good time and is a firm believer in the more, the merrier.

For the most part, Ethan can’t really cook, but on the off chance he’s not sneaking out of your place after a one night stand, he makes a killer breakfast, usually in his boxer briefs.

When he was 23, Ethan turned down millions of pounds to play for Manchester City and instead remained loyal to his club.

Ethan's ultimate celeb crush growing up was 100% rihanna. He had her poster of her on his wall as a kid and everything. May or may not have gotten totally star struck when he met her and made a complete fool of himself.

He has endorsement deals with Adidas and Bose and a seven figure Gucci deal is currently in the works. On several occasions he has partnered with Adidas to create his own line of one of a kind cleats for his EAW x Adidas collection. He was very involved in the process, everything from the color scheme to the smallest details of the collection. The new drop is coming to a store near you Summer 2025.

Ethan is really bad with names, like really bad. He gives everyone silly, little nicknames to compensate, and he will call you by them because he can't remember your name.

Moana is his absolute favorite Disney movie, and he will never say no to watching it. He also thinks Maui is the shit and knows all of the words to “You’re Welcome” by heart. Beware, he will actually belt it out if asked and there is a football chant dedicated to him to the tune of it.

wanted connections/plots.

BLACKMAILER: The the person from one of the gangs who gets him caught up in gang life and the world of illegal sports betting. I'm thinking they have something on him (his secret probably ??) and threaten to expose him if he doesn't purposely throw matches or get yellow/red cards etc., so they can win their bets.

BAD INFLUENCE: my guy is a pampered, pretty boy who thinks he all big and bad out on the pitch, but a raid or a shoot out? weapons and shit ooof. Kid has no idea what it takes to be all big and bad like that. SO someone teach to shoot, defend himself properly etc. maybe corrupt him a little bit and get his hands more dirty. Make him see some real shit!

PR MANAGER: Someone charged with the daunting task of keeping this overgrown frat boy in check. They are essentially the brains behind the Ethan Wood brand. They tell him which events to attend, what brands to endorse, and who to be pictured with, all in the name of some good PR. I can't promise he'll listen though.

PR STUNT: aka fake dating. Ethan and this person have chemistry. They are super flirty and all over each other, but in reality it’s all just a clever ruse. They aren’t really into one another and are merely using each other for some good PR. This should be someone with a decently clean image, at least one that is clean to the public. Could turn into more, too so we can see where the chemistry takes us.

FWB(S): Essentially a booty call. No strings, just sex. because ya know that always stay like that, but they only hit each other up when they're in the mood. Could catch the feels at some point if the chemistry is there.

HATESHIP: They don't like each other, find each other annoying etc. and the only way to shut one another up is to smooch and all that good stuff.

And ofc: Hook-ups, one night stands: current and past, people who are fans of him/Arsenal, people who aren't fans, friends, enemies, extra security perhaps, work out buddies etc.

[zepskies]

Wow, @lamentationsofalonelypotato you spoil me, friend!! This review of Part 1 absolutely made my day and put a huge smile on my face. 🥰

I really love again that you give so many wonderful little pieces of domestic life with Dean and I think that you did a very accurate depiction of him having a mini panic attack when he realizes how serious the relationship between him and the reader is getting.

Oh why thank you!! This series let me explore a lot of facets of their relationship, and this early on I wanted to emphasize the domestic aspect that Dean hasn't gotten since Lisa. Mixed into their hunter lifestyle, hopefully it would be a better fit for Dean and the reader here.

LOL his mini man panic attack was so fun to write. And Sam just being like, "A-huh, you done?" 😂

He’s acting like such a guy when it comes to the reader moving his stuff around and I am HERE for it lol. Men really do freak out when you move their stuff and when you try to leave your stuff at their place. And even though we all love Dean, he really is that dude. Also love the classic guy thing when they never understand how long it takes a woman to get ready. It's a lot of effort boys and it's worth the wait. 😉

He really is! lmfao Men complain about women being "extra," but they can be so particular, especially about their stuff. We saw from Dean's room in the bunker that he likes a particular order to things, so I thought it would be fun to have that feminine energy in his life shake him up lol. And hell yeah it's worth the wait! 😌💅🏽

Is it wrong that I imagine Dean looking around at all her bottles and products in the bathroom in absolute horror with the music from Psycho in the background? 😂

LOL I can see it like an episode in my head!!

And he’s not used to having a stable girlfriend around him all the time, caring for him, genuinely invested in what he’s doing through the day, and that makes so much sense for him to be a little out of his comfort zone to have someone move in. I know that by saying this I am neglecting Lisa… but legit I want to forget about her oh my stars. Please make it go away…😬

Exactlyyyyy. It's taking some adjustment time for both of them as Dean gets used to having a girlfriend in his space. I think with Lisa he had to try and fit himself into her life, her house, her things, while in this it's the other way around, so it's still "new" for him in a sense.

Haha I'm about to throw myself under the bus, but I shipped Dean x Lisa hardcore when I was first watching the show! It was always the hopeless romantic for me wanting better for Dean on the show, seeing him with a stable family life. I think the writers had to do her characterization a bit dirty in order to write her and Ben out of Dean's life. 🥲🥲

The reader’s reaction to his subtle comments about where his stuff is was making me laugh. She’s so sassy and fun, and she’s the perfect other half to Dean.

Ahaha thank you!! I so appreciate you for saying that. 🥰 She's not without flaws, but I thought she could match Dean's energy and give it right back to him in a playful way. 💕 (Hairline kisses are so wholesome, aren't they?)

Also thank you so much for explaining what the food was because it all sounded amazing and I would not have known the first thing about any of it. 😅

Oh of course! That's part of the "everyone is welcome here" with the cultural aspects. Plus I've had people tell me they want to go out and find some Cuban food to try, like you went out and found some cafecito! 😘 I love writing about food. lol

Goodness I don't think I'm ever going to have a normal reaction to Dean making the reader feel better when her thoughts begin to ride the self-deprecation train. It's so cute how much he cares for her and wants to make her feel better and lets her know that she belongs there with him. (AND THE EYEBROW KISS *swoon*) Also I teared up when she said the thing about having someone to cook for, because oh man, the feminine urge to bake and cook and make things for other people is so strong with me. 😭

UGHH GIRL SAME. It defeats me every time fr. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

As much as she wants to take care of her partner in Dean (and feed him and Sam), Dean's instinct is to take care of her right back in how she needs. It's why I wanted to pair him with a "giver" like him.

Oh yeah, I infused a bit of myself there with "the feminine urge to bake and cook and make things for other people." 🥰👌🏽

I will also say that the lore/the way you incorporate actual hunts into your work is so seamless and you should be VERY proud of that. It is literally like watching an episode of Supernatural.

Omg thank you!! I try my best to make that aspect feel natural and do research when necessary--back into the show, in mythology, etc. 💜💜

I know that Dean didn't want to give Andy's mother false hope, but I probably would have done the exact thing the reader did. I would have made that promise to reassure Andy's mom. But at the same time I see Dean's argument about caring too much for the people around you. I think he probably gets that from understanding that there are a lot of things that can go wrong on a hunt and that at the end of the day you can't save everyone/you're not always in control of the situation even if you'd like to be.

Honestly yeah same, but I'm glad you could see Dean's side of the argument too! I think the most conflicty conflict is best when both sides have merit. Dean's experience backs up his points, but there's a more human touch that the reader is coming from.

The subtle The Walking Dead reference, very well done lol.

Ahaha thank you!! I stole that from 12x15 when Dean pulls out Lucille. 🤣

AND IT'S A CLIFFHANGER!!?😱 I can't be mad about that, I do them so often too when I write. I can't wait to read part 2 and hear the traditional "you should've listened to me!" 🥰

Cliffhangers work! I love a good cliffhanger honestly. It doesn't even bother me when I read them in other people's stories because it can be such a delicious narrative choice. 😏

Thank you so much again, friend, for this lovely review!! I really hope you enjoy Part 2 whenever you get to it. It's spicy, in more ways than one. 😘

Devour Me - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: This is a two-part sequel to “Midnight Espresso!” I would read that one first before you dive into this one. (It’s fun, I promise!)

Word Count: 3,800 Tags/Warnings: Supernatural shenanigans, tiny bit of body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluffy fluff, and a cliffhanger...

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Part 1: "A Takeover"

When Dean asked you to move in with him, he really didn’t think it would come to this.

Clearing a nightstand for you, half of the dresser, a section of his closet. Those things are reasonable. 

But this is a total takeover, he thinks, as he surveys the sheer amount of crap you’ve brought into his room.

Mind you, despite this still being a bunker, the décor is nice. You brought in sturdy, but stylish wicker baskets for his pile of cassettes (and your CDs) next to the TV, filing bins for the haphazard shuffle of papers on his desk, installed dark wood shelves on the wall for his various weapons and your collection of books. 

But he’d had his music organized—not alphabetically or chronologically, but by his own personal rankings of awesomeness. Now they’re all shuffled together by band name. 

Plus, he likes having his shotgun on the floor by the bed, within reach, not three feet above his head. And where the fuck is his collection of…magazines?

The point is, every time he looks for something, you’ve put it in a different place. Not to mention the damn bathroom (don’t get him started on all your shea butter lotions, makeup brushes, frilly-smelling soaps, and the army of hair products now taking up space in his cabinets and drawers). 

Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out where the hell his cassette of Zeppelin IV is, when you breeze into the room he now shares with you. You’re dewy with sweat in a Guns & Roses shirt and some yoga pants you reserve for cleaning. 

And that’s another thing. You’re more anal than Sam about having the bunker smelling like Pine Sol. However, as you’ve expressed before (after nagging him to pick up his dirty, and occasionally bloody clothes from the floor), while you like a clean house, you are not in fact the maid.

“Hey, baby. Can you fold these for me?” you request. “I need a shower.”

He raises a brow as you dump a new basket of fresh laundry onto the bed. It looks like you washed your clothes mixed in with his, which he actually doesn’t mind. He fishes out one of your red, lacey thongs with a hint of a smile. He bought you these last week, and they already have a tear. (His fault.)

“By the way, next time you move one of my things, mind leaving me a post-it note or something?” he dryly remarks. “It’s like a scavenger hunt in my own damn room.” 

You pop your head out of the bathroom, though he can tell by your bare shoulders that you’ve already gotten undressed. Your mouth is quirked at the corner. 

“It’s called organization,” you tease. “Apparently a foreign concept to you.”

You disappear back into the bathroom, giving Dean the privacy he needs to grumble almost inaudibly to himself. But then he hears your voice behind the door.  

“Oh, by the way. Your vintage collection of smut is in the bottom of your nightstand,” you call out. “That 1996 edition of Busty Asian Beauties is particularly classy.”

Dean hears the wryness in your tone, and his face actually heats up in embarrassment. He frowns at the bathroom door, his jaw tensing, but he takes a breath. Deciding to let it go with a roll of his shoulders, he puts on the TV to catch up on Dr. Sexy M.D. He also neglects the task you gave him, just for a little while.

When you’re still in the bathroom an hour later, Dean starts to get curious about what the hell you’re doing in there. The shower isn’t even running anymore.

That’s when he hears the hairdryer go on. 

He knows he’ll never be able to concentrate on his show with all that noise. So with a sigh, he clicks off the TV and eyes the pile of laundry. You probably cleaned the whole freaking bunker this morning. Despite his annoyance, he figures folding your clothes along with his own is the least he can do. 

Dean scoops up the pile back into the basket and takes it elsewhere. 

He finds his brother at the kitchen table and joins him with his basket. Sam’s gaze raises from his laptop to meet his brother’s grumpy face. He watches in mild curiosity as Dean plops down across from him and dutifully begins folding one of your shirts. 

“You okay?” Sam hazards the question. 

“Fucking peachy,” Dean replies. “Looking for a new case?”

“Yeah. Nothing yet.” Though Sam raises a brow when Dean all but tosses one of your girly sundresses on the table after it’s folded. (It’s yellow, and it happens to be his favorite on you.)

“Everything all right?” Sam asks. 

Dean glances up, finds his brother’s knowing eyes, and doesn’t have it in him to lie. He lets go of a breath, as well as one of his undershirts to rub at his forehead. 

“She’s nosey, Sam. She’s all up in my business.”

“Your girlfriend?” Sam clarifies, with raised brows. “Of six months.”

“Yeah, that one,” Dean quips, with all due sarcasm. “Ever since she moved in, she’s been going through everything, moving my crap every which way, making it so I can’t find a damn thing.”

Sam’s mouth edges at a smile. 

“I’m tellin’ you, Sam, she’s damn near taken over,” Dean insists. 

“You done?” Sam teases. Dean just leans in, like he’s about to level his brother with a secret. 

“Matter of fact, she locks herself in the bathroom for like, forever. I just heard the hairdryer go on, meaning another hour at least. What the fuck is she doing in there, getting ready for prom?”

Sam finally has to chuckle. “Clearly it’s been a long time since you’ve lived with a woman, Dean.” 

Dean scoffs. “Right.”

“And she’s actually been a big help in cleaning up around here,” Sam says, with a growing smirk. “Which is, quite literally, a refreshing change.”

Dean snorts at that. 

“Of course, you’re happy,” he says. “A new damn dish rack turns you on.”

Sam shoots him a wan look. “The question is, are you happy?”

That manages to take Dean by surprise. He hesitates to answer…

But he’s saved when he hears someone approaching. He knows it’s you because he can smell the mix of your floral soap and coconutty shampoo; it’s a scent that often lingers on your pillow and has unconsciously infiltrated Dean’s nose. 

His reply to Sam dies on his tongue when he sees you.

“Hey,” you greet both men, all bright and smiley with your hair in wild curls down your back. 

A lot of the time you keep your hair straight or loose and wavy, so it’s rare for Dean to see your natural look. It’s a good one for you, he thinks. Along with those jean shorts hugging your curvy hips, and the V-neck top you’re wearing, which offers a nice peek of cleavage. 

Your hand falls on his shoulder, with your thumb stroking his neck. You then brush that hand across his back as you pass by on your way to the kitchen. If possible, you’ve become even more touchy since you two got together.

Dean holds fast to your hand, stopping you in your path. 

“So that’s what you were working on in there,” he remarks. “Thought I was gonna need to break out the fire extinguisher.” 

You grin in amusement and do a little twirl under his hand, shaking out your curls a little.

“You like?” you ask. Dean tugs you back over. He reaches out and fingers at the soft ends of your hair. 

“Beautiful,” he says.

“Looks real nice,” Sam adds.

“Why, thank you.” Your smile is contagious, and Dean can’t help reciprocating. You drop a hand on his shoulder again.

“I know you’re our resident Gordon Ramsay, but I kinda feel like cooking today,” you say. “Is Cas coming home anytime soon?”

Dean nods. “Yeah, he called this morning. Probably dropping back in tonight.”

You nod. “Good! I’ll make plenty then…oh, wait, he doesn’t eat.”

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asks. 

“Well, I know you guys haven’t had much Cuban food, so I thought you might like to try some ropa vieja,” you reply. Sam’s brows knit together. 

“Old clothes?” he translates. His two years of high school Spanish can give him that much.

“Yeah! But it’s basically shredded beef with onions, garlic, tomato sauce, and a bunch of other good stuff,” you explain. Then your eyes brighten. “Oh! And I can make my grandma’s famous black beans, white rice, some bread with crushed garlic and olive oil…”

By the time you finish listing the things you plan on making, Dean is already salivating. 

Later that evening, when Dean actually gets to sample said food, he’s eaten enough for three men in the span of forty-five minutes.

“Jesus, man. Going for a record on indigestion?” Sam cautions him, despite his amusement. 

Dean pointedly ignores his brother to look over at you. After he swallows another forkful of beef stew, he says, “Not for nothin’, this is probably the second-best meal of my entire life.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle. “What’s number one?”

“Diner called Slammies in Alabama. Best fucking pie on Earth,” he easily recalls. “Double applewood bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, brick oven pizza. Bar none.” 

Sam inclines his head, remembering the food coma he and Dean had that night. They’d hit the rock-hard pillows at the motel and slept like they’d been on an all-night bender. 

“But this is like, right there,” Dean says to you, leveling his hand up by his head. 

“Well, let’s see if this moves the needle,” you reply as you get up from your seat. You answer the question in his eyes. “Forgot something, hold on.”

But before you can leave the table, Dean reaches over and takes your hand. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. For all of this. I mean it,” he says. 

A soft, genuine smile grows across your face. You lean down and press a tender kiss below his hairline, stroking his cheek before you go. 

Dean quirks a smile. It’s taken him time to get used to how open you are with your affections, but he likes it. All of it. Every time you reach for him, touch him, brush against him, intentionally or not. He always has.

Though he has to resist embarrassment when he notices the way his brother is watching him. Sam raises a brow, smiling that irritating smile of his. 

“Oh, yeah. You’re not happy at all,” he intones.

“Never said I wasn’t,” Dean says defensively. But he perks up when you return. Maybe you’re bringing more garlic bread. 

Instead, you’re holding a tin pan.

“What’cha got there?” he asks.

“Dessert,” you announce. It’s a Cuban flan: creamy, rich custard with a consistency smoother than cheesecake, and thicker than pudding.  

You haven’t even sat back down yet when Dean carves himself a generous slice. He moans when a large forkful melts in his mouth. You start to blush as you watch him with crossed arms and a hand over your smile. You don’t know whether to be amused or flattered.

Sam watches his brother stuff his face with a subtle shake of his head.    

“You’re enabling him,” he tells you. You shrug, but then you rest your hands on both Sam and Dean’s shoulders. 

“Now I have someone to cook for,” you say. You have tears in your eyes, but you quickly blink and try to turn away. Frowning, Dean takes your hand. 

“Hey, where you going?” he says, and aims to pull you into his lap. You hesitate, knowing you’re not going to be able to squeeze between him and the table.  

“It’s okay, these hips don’t fit,” you chuckle wryly, with a sniffle. But Dean just backs his chair up from the table a bit to make room. 

“What’re you talking about? You fit right here,” he says firmly, and he tugs you down. This is the one thing Dean has tried his damndest to break you out of—that self-deprecating streak of yours. 

You finally accept being guided into his lap, where you indeed fit snugly across his thighs. His arm comes around the front to hold you close by your hip, while his other hand rests comfortingly on your back.

Looking up into his eyes, you draw enough courage to be honest. 

“I was mostly raised by my grandma,” you begin to explain. Your father wasn’t ready to be one, and so wasn’t in the picture. Your mother died when you were in high school. So when your grandmother also passed away a few years ago… 

Well, you’ve been alone for a while.

You sniff and wipe at your face, but your eyes close as Dean’s lips press above your brow. When you next open your eyes and cautiously look between the brothers, Sam’s sympathy warms you. 

“If it isn’t obvious, you have a home here,” he says. “We can never replace what you’ve lost, but…we’re your family too.”

You know that Dean feels the same way by the way he brushes the tears from your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip.

"You're right where you need to be," he says, with a hand squeezing your hip. His sincerity is in his even tone, in the firmness in his eyes.

You’re able to smile a bit.

“Ah…I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”

The three of you turn to the kitchen doorway, where Castiel stands awkwardly. He clearly senses emotional tension, but it breaks the moment you turn to him with a tearful laugh. 

“Hey, Cas. Have you ever eaten ‘old clothes?’” you ask. 

His puzzled expression is absolutely priceless.  

When Sam finds a possible hunt in Hope, Indiana, Castiel agrees to go with you all. It’s a small, corn-fed town in the middle of nowhere, and five people have gone missing over the course of a year. 

The latest is a nine-year-old kid named Andy Campbell. That alone upsets you; if you have one weakness, it’s for kids.

“Local farmers have been reporting dead cattle too, drained of blood,” Sam says from the passenger seat in the Impala. “I’m thinking vampires trying to keep a low profile.”

“Sounds about right, if a bit sloppy,” Dean remarks. They are in the Midwest though. If this is a coven, or even a rogue vamp who’s been here a while, maybe they got lazy. “So what, police station first? Get any details they might’ve missed.”

“I want to talk to the kid’s mom,” you say. It earns Dean’s gaze at you in the rearview mirror. “We can get the last time she saw him, where he went missing, anything she might’ve held back from the police.”

He nods and shares a glance with Sam. “I’ll go with her. You and Cas scope out the station.”

The angel has gotten better at pretending to be a Fed, but not by much. Sam agrees, even though Dean sees in his face that he’d rather be taking his brother. Dean tempers a smile and keeps driving to the closest motel in this dusty town. 

You don a sensible pantsuit to match Dean’s Fed suit, along with your badges: Agents Buckingham and Nicks. 

When Andy’s mom, Rachel Campbell, opens the door of her modest home to you and Dean, he lets you take the lead. You’re good at this part, connecting with the victims and getting them to talk. He sometimes worries about you though—that your soft, sympathetic heart will get the best of you. 

“How long has Andy been missing?” you ask, accepting a cup of tea from the woman. 

Rachel is around your age, maybe a few years older. She looks run down, a shell of a human as she looks at the carpet rather than at you or Dean. You can’t know exactly how she feels, but you have a vivid imagination. 

And from the various pictures of her and Andy on the wall, just the two of them, you deduce that she’s a single mother. Just like your mom had been.

“Almost four months,” she admits. “The police station doesn’t even return my calls anymore.”

That upsets you, but you keep a lid on your emotions to focus on the woman in front of you. 

“Andy’s father, he’s not around?” Dean asks. Rachel shakes her head, confirming your suspicions.

“No, we split up shortly after he was born,” she replies, her tone tired and resigned. “I was at work. I uh, I work at a doctor’s office. Andy was supposed to come home on the bus, like any other day…but he never did.”

She sucks in a shaky breath as the beginnings of tears make her eyes red and glassy. 

“His school couldn’t tell me why he wasn’t on the bus. But one of his friends said he was late getting out of class, so he must’ve tried to walk home. Even though he knew he could call me when that happens…anyway, somebody must’ve grabbed him.”

Rachel looks away as a tear streams down her cheek, followed by another. You feel your throat tighten with a sympathetic burn behind your eyes, but you keep it at bay long enough to set down your tea. You reach out and lay a hand on the woman’s hand. She meets your steady gaze. 

“I promise, we’ll find your son,” you tell her.

“What?” you ask Dean as the two of you leave the small house, walking back to the Impala in the driveway. You just know there’s something up with him by the stoic look on his face. It isn’t so stoic to you. 

He waits until the two of you are in the car before he levels you with a raised brow. 

“Look, I know you want to find this kid. I do too,” he says. “But watch out about making promises you can’t keep.”

You frown back at him. “What’s better, letting that poor woman have no hope at all?”

In his mind, Dean thinks it’s worse to give her false hope. But he sees how stubborn you’re getting, so he doesn’t push it. The fact that you care about people like Rachel is part of what drew him to you in the first place, but there’s a line, he thinks. A point where you can care too much. 

When you two eventually meet up with Sam and Castiel, they’ve been able to confirm from the body of a recent Jane Doe, with a row of lethal bite marks on her wrist, that this is definitely a vamp case. 

After narrowing down where each of the victims were taken, the four of you sketch out a perimeter of where the monsters could likely be hiding. It’s Dean who finds the old barn on the verge of a corn field, about three miles away from the school where Andy was taken. 

You all wait until high noon the next day to scope it out. Looking into the front windows is useless; all evidence points to an empty home.

The back of the barn is another story. Cracking the barn door open reveals a large storage area, where a nest of vampires are sleeping in their beds. Some are coupled off, but you note a few on single beds.

Then, your eyes narrow on the humans sleeping piled together in the corner—three women, a young man, and Andy Campbell on a twin-sized bed of his own.  

Dean carefully closes the barn door, and the four of you regroup back to the Impala.

“It’s a bigger nest than we thought,” Sam says, though he keeps his voice quiet. Dean is already opening the trunk for his favorite machete. 

“First, let’s get those humans out,” he says. You agree with a nod when he hands you a weapon.  

Dean shoots you a wink. “This one’s Brenda.”

“What happened to Lucille?” you ask, taking the knife from him.

“That’s the bat wrapped in barbed wire. Matter of fact, I should break her out.”

Dean reaches into the trunk and pulls out the blood-stained bat. He rubs the handle fondly. 

“Ahh, Dad loved this thing.”

You sidle up next to him and glance over wryly. “You want some alone time with your big stick, there?”

Dean flashes you a smirk, giving you a long once over in your form-fitting shirt and jeans. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to join me, sweetheart.” 

You snort in response, bumping into his side with your hip. Dean teasingly bounces one of your curls in your face. You smile and swat his hand away.

Sam subtly rolls his eyes, despite a small smile as he shares a look with Cas.

“All right. Can we go, please?” Sam says in amusement. Castiel awkwardly straps on a machete to his belt. He doesn’t believe he’ll need it, but Sam and Dean are always prepared. He wants to be as well. 

You’re ready to go, but Dean holds you back by your shoulder. You look up at him curiously.

“Hey, follow our lead on this one, okay?” he asks. 

You sense that he’s hedging at something more specific with that request. 

“What do you mean?”  

“The kid. I know you wanna beeline for him the second we get in there, but hold off,” Dean says. His gaze is serious. “He could be turned.”

He got a good look inside, the same as you. The kid was lying on a bed while the other humans were chained up on the floor. Still, you shoot him an incredulous look. 

“Why would they turn a kid?” you ask. “They have the others.”

“Yeah, and they were chained up. Why not him?” Dean asks, imploring you to think logically. He shares a look with Sam, who silently agrees. You look between the brothers with pursed lips. 

“Maybe they don’t give a fuck, because they’re cocky assholes,” you retort. And you walk past them to head back towards the barn. 

The brothers and the angel share one last look, with Dean letting out a subtle breath before he follows you.

You creep back into the barn, as quiet as possible through the room of snoring vampires. The brothers and Castiel go to the sleepy women in the corner. They look dirty and malnourished, wearing threadbare clothing. Sam feels the pulse of the man prone on the floor, but he’s already dead. 

When one of the girls wakes with a whimper, Dean holds his finger to his lips, warning them all wordlessly to be quiet. He looks over and doesn’t find you next to him. He nearly curses out loud when he sees you heading for Andy’s bed across the room. 

Meanwhile, you touch the little boy’s shoulder and shake him a little. He wakes with a small sound of reluctance, but you shush him gently. 

“Andy?” You grasp his shoulders. He nods, though his blonde brows are furrowed with confusion. 

“Who…who are you?” he asks. He rubs at his sleepy brown eyes. 

“I’m here to help,” you reply in a whisper. “I’m going to get you back to your mom, okay?”

After a moment, he nods and lets you pick him up into your arms. You hazard looking over across the room, and you find Dean’s annoyed gaze. Despite the uncomfortable churning in your belly, you ignore him for now and head for the back door.

You’re only able to take a few steps when you feel a hand wrap tightly in your hair and pull it away from your neck, just for rows of several razor-sharp teeth to sink into your neck.

AN: 😬 ...Sorry. If you don't know me by now, I love a cliffhanger. But how'd you like Dean getting used to sharing his space? (And having someone to occasionally put him on his toes.)

Part 2 will feature a good old fashioned "you should've listened to me" fight, some angst, some making up, some salsa dancing, and a healthy dose of smutty smut.

Next Time:

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

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Games of 2023

(2022)

I barely played anything last year. Tears Of The Kingdom so wholly swallowed my attention that, once I finally brought it to a close, I just fell of playing video games for a long time, and still haven't quite picked my way back into the hobby. I'll get into it during the write-up below, but it's OBVIOUSLY going to be my Game Of The Year (and in a rare change of pace, it actually came out this year!) so I will be nominating another game as GOTY instead.

This is also the year I became a car mechanic in my spare time after crashing and totalling my beloved Beetle and instead of getting a new car like a sensible person, I decided "well, I can probably fix it". 12 months later, still driving it! And also, still fixing it.

August brought with it an incredible depression out of nowhere during which I lost the plot a bit, but I did write an awful lot of words towards my novel, so I guess that evens things out. Regardless, a combination of all of the above resulted in very few games being played this year! My count is 23, compared to recent years being in the 70-80 range. Makes this an easier read, anyway. To the games!

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Jumpgrid

Hold over from last year, I played a little further but the final few levels are less reactive and more memory tests, which is a real shame. Just remembering which direction to move and trying to time it right isn't anywhere near as fun as frenetically dashing all around the grid. Soundtrack is still legit though.

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Absolute Drift

We gave this one quite the pasting in our livestream chat- safe to say it's not for me. In the hour I gave it, I didn't get even the slightest grip on how the controls work, which seems to be the intent. I'm sure there's a moment where, if you are persistent, everything -clicks- and suddenly it all makes perfect sense, but it didn't come close to happening and the game itself wasn't compelling me enough to keep blindly headbutting it until we got there.

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Thirty Flights

Wendy's no longer offers the 4 for $4 deal. I would still argue their $5 Biggie Bag is a better deal than this, despite technically being more expensive.

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Metroid Prime Remaster

And what a remaster it is! I'd argue the original Prime still looks and plays fantastic and didn't need remastering, but this is sublime and if you missed out the first time around (holy crap it was 20 years ago augugahguaghuhgh) this is a fine way to get caught up. Surely Primes 2 and 3 are on their way as well?

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Black Mesa

Interesting juxtaposition with MP:R here, another remaster of a classic game. This is similarly excellent despite my own cognitive dissonance as described in my BBLC entry. Unfortunately let down by the end sequence- the original's Xen chapter is pretty universally regarded as an awful blight on an otherwise great game and Black Mesa's approach was to... make it five times longer? They actually reworked the whole set up but it still just wasn't quite enough to polish that turd. It does look absolutely beautiful and the soundtrack is breath-taking, but I do wish they had let the environment breathe a little instead of filling it with enemy encounters. Still well worth a look, and a monumental achievement to finally have this game in a fully complete playable state after so long in development.

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Tears Of The Kingdom

I'm sure I don't need to say much here. Game so good I stopped playing games. Masterpiece. Every aspect of it- gameplay, visuals, music, story- masterpiece. Minor spoilers, the music during the final approach towards the final boss' arena had me so worked up I needed 5 minutes to get my head back into focus. It's a fairly common thing for the actual boss fight to feel badass, but I cannot recall any other time previous that just the *approach* made me feel like a hero, bringing to an end a story that had gone on for far, far too long. I don't need to tell you any of this. It's a masterpiece beyond masterpiece.

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Time Gentlemen Please

Adventure game sequel to Ben There Dan That, which I enjoyed oh-so-many moons past, but I couldn't get far here. There's an intolerable lag between every action and movement that drove me spare, which I'm not sure if it's an engine issue or a game issue. I don't enjoy adventure games enough to put up with things like that unfortunately, though I do remember enjoying the first game a lot.

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Final Fantasy 2 (Pixel Remaster) (PC)

Oh man. Without speaking hyperbolically, I think this might be the worst game I've ever played that is technically competent. The game runs nicely, the graphics are lovely, the music is just as fantastic this early in the series as it came to be known for, but by the nine divines, what an absolute pile of stink the actual gameplay experience is. I finished the game with 100% of achievements solely so I never, ever had to pick it up again. An abysmal and frustrating mess of a game that had some interesting ideas and had no clue what to do with any of them.

[20:26] Beebs: You should all buy Final Fantasy 2 on the sale [20:26] spookiott: didn't you hate it [20:26] Beebs: I did and still do and always will [20:26] Beebs: I just don't think I should suffer alone [20:27] Beebs: I'm going for 100% achievements just so I never ever have to play it ever again [20:27] spookiott: yeah, that'll show 'em! [20:33] Beebs: I do not know how they ever got to make a Final Fantasy 3, by rights they shouldn't have [20:34] Beebs: The series should have ended here and everyone involved with it should have been arrested [20:34] Beebs: please buy it.

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Endless Space

As a space-based 4x that isn't Master Of Orion 2, Endless Space caught my attention better than most, but I only played to the end of my first galaxy before moving onto

Endless Space Two: Endlesser Space

which I think hooked me a lot stronger. I found the conquer mechanics too opaque for my liking, with my invading army of millions somehow being annihilated by a defending force that had literally been reduced to zero remaining soldiers, and no explanation of how that could happen or how I could have done it better. I think modern 4x games have leaned away from conquest being the predominant means of victory and as such it's a way to make that victory type less appealing? I don't know. It's a good game, it's just not Orion.

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Fortnite

I played Fartbutt pretty much every day all year, it is honestly a fun game, and if you are resistant to the predatory business practices of the parent company you’ll have a good time. Don’t have much else to say here- getting down to the last 5 players alive and scanning the horizon for any sign of activity is thrilling and it’s a huge adrenaline rush to trade shots with the last one standing and secure the win.

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Diddy Kong Racing

Had a few attempts at this in recent years, this is the one that finally stuck thanks to the Deck. It’s a good racer with some total BS (I literally cheated the final boss with save states to race perfectly and still couldn’t beat him with one character lol) and adds a lot of fun single player content missing from the Mario flavoured rivals. Flying around exploring the hub island is just fun and I’d love to see the concept return in a future MK game. Wizpig theme is legit.

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Master Of Orion 2

You know it and you love it. This year I tried a no-expansion game where I could only settle planets in my home system. I actually won but there was a fun challenge towards the end where two enemy systems were behind black holes that I couldn’t reach- had to manipulate them into a war with each other so they would destroy those systems for me, but also keep one from defeating the other before they had finished the job. It worked out!

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Fire Emblem N-gage

A lot of people really loved this entry. I thought it was fine. Hard mode is way overtuned IMO, mostly because of the bosses, but Normal mode is conversely far too easy. Wish there was some middle ground between the two. The Somniel stuff felt REALLY tacked on, too, like they just put it there so people who had only played Three Houses had something familiar to the monastery, but the dialogue is all repeated and it feels a bit soulless. I thought for sure I was going to marry Celine because, I mean, look at her- but she drinks floral tea which is unforgivable so I married big tiddy goth GF Ivy instead, who already told me she loved me and worshipped me like a god in just our B rank support. Healthy!

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Team Fortress 2

I only played the fun halloween maps this year (surprisingly few of them are fun) and skipped the terrible ones, resulting in significantly less playtime this year than previous. Still didn’t get my thrice-damned hat. I also spent some time earlier in the year trying the Dragon’s Fury, a weapon I never previously bothered with, and it was quite refreshing.

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Star Fox 64

Really weird that they never made another Star Fox game after this one.

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Neopets

It is absolutely WILD that this site is still running, and many parts of it unchanged since 1999. I come back every so often- it's sort of my internet birthplace. "can't take the country out of the girl", so they say. They were giving away childhood dream-item Illusen's Staff essentially for free so I had to get it, and then I just kept sticking around for a bit. It's fun but I think only nostalgia keeps these servers running any more.

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Touhou 19

It's a Vs shooter, so even though you can play as Ran I pretty much bounced off once I had seen the new girls and heard the new music. It's a shame, but vs mode simply isn't what I play touhou for. Looking forward to 20, hopefully next year but probably 2025. New Ran lore though!

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Age Of Empires 2 Ultra Mega Edition

There really is simply no reason at all AoE2 needed to be made into a live service game, but ignoring that festering boil this is otherwise the ultimate way to play a very old and still very good game, with a whole slew of QoL features that I'll never be able to live without now I have them (visible tower range!). It's also compatible with all custom scenarios made in the original so we can still re-live the majesty of JUSTIN TIMBERLAR.sco and all the other very-good-actually scenarios I made as a clueless 14 year old.

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Ys 8: Lacrimosa Of Dana

An unexpected late entry takes this year's GOTY (That Isn't Zelda). The incredible lull I felt after TotK didn't clear for a long time, but at the end of November I fired this up and remembered why I love games generally and Ys specifically. Falcom is an established company that still somehow feels like a doujin circle, and I’m not sure how to explain what I mean by that but I mean it positively. This one’s actually telling a pretty neat story so far too, though I haven’t finished it yet. Can a game I haven’t finished truly be named GOTY? Yes. It’s my blog and I can do what I want. One year there were three winners!

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That’s all for 2023. 2024 doesn’t look to have any big hitters, but the JPRGs are accumulating on my backlog and I’m at roughly the halfway point in writing my book, so time will tell if I manage to beat this year’s meager score.

[asaarii]

Duuude I also definitely will main this character so I made myself a PBE acc and I am telling you rn, that man will need 7000 buffs to actually have utility in team fights, I was doing 1v1s against standard mid lane stuff and seeing what items he'd use and the like but honestly? His W+Q needs a buff bc there's NO WAY that the fucking AP it takes at max lvls and with full build will only increase 15%. IT GOES FROM 30% TO 45% AND THEN?? that shit is nowhere near a taxi (legit any character with Youumus will beat him) to team fights and his shield is also super weak like an EKKO AD not even AP had a stronger shield and even though Hweis increases over time if you stand in the circle its still weaker because by the time your shield increases the base one it gives as soon as you pop W+W will already have been torn through by whoever you're fighting against, although he does have a pretty good dmg in the rest of his abilities but the like hooming thing his E+W has barely does that, ik swains doesn't do that but at least Swains W is almost global, like, the range on the E+W is smaller than Q+W 💀 it should be switched ngl

I'm guessing someone will say, like a Dev, that if you want a better shield then build supp items but Hweis PRIMARY role is mid lane and uh a Katarina is definitely tearing through that micro shield in a Q+E plus if you just stand in the circle the Kata can set up her R right beside it or do a lil dive and dip💀💀💀💀 and yeah there's a fear but the hit box is nearly skinnier than Zoe's Q, which also, fears can get absolutely ignored by most assassin, that fear is NOT getting a Katarina, Ekko, Fizz or Zed off of you babe

200 years of game design moment (also Briar received 3 buffs after her initial release date)

Me (yes i got obsessed w the character): 🤓☝️

bro i love your analysis omg??

but you’re actually so right abt his shield bc, yeah, while it does stay as long as you’re on the circle THAT DOESNT MEAN SHIT IF IT BARELY PROVIDES ANY ACTUAL SHIELD?? plus i quite dislike how stationary it is for the little shield it actually gives. like its ABSOLUTELY PERFECT when i need to stay still and type “karthus, dear, would you be so kind to grant us the privilege of an ultimate? my enemy laner is quite low” BECAUSE I CANT PING IT ANYMORE

okay i just watched matty’s video and u can now ping ults so long as the cd is 50>

mb i have beef with phreak.

LMAO IM JUST IMAGINING KARTHUS ULTILNG AND HWEI CROWDING HIS ADJACENT TEAMMATES INTO THE CIRCLE LIKE SERAPHINE W FOR THE MOST MINUSCULE OF SHIELDS

hey, at least he tried

when i tested him in pbe i only ever used his w spellbook for w

that being said, you’re completely right abt assassins, as an assassin player myself🤓 (i play varus and talon, dabbling in just a hint of zed)

that tiny ass shield is NOT protecting his squishy ass from anyone and that fear is not keeping anyone with any sort of mobility from closing the distance

outside of his overall kit, i quite like his vfx and sound design. watching his moves go off is just satisfying idk