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anthurak · 3 months ago

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What are your thoughts on the Von Eldritch families future role in the show? Theories on Frederick and Bethesda since I can at least take a guess at Hellsa and Seviathan’s personalities but their parents are still a mystery to me.

Hey, sorry it took a while to get to this answer.

Honestly I don’t have much of an opinion on the Von Eldritch’s, mostly because I don’t think they are going to be all that important to the story. Rather, I think they’re mostly going to serve simply as a vehicle to explore Charlie’s childhood as well as Hell’s nobility in general, along with perhaps instigating a bit of conflict for Charlie and Vaggie.

Like I’ve seen some headcanons get tossed around that Seviathan was actually abusive and/or manipulative to Charlie and will be some kind of major antagonist, and frankly that just feels like pure fandom dramawanking. If I had to guess, I imagine Seviathan is going to be a standard upper-class twit and that he and Charlie being together was mostly just because their dads were friends. And that there isn’t any real chemistry between them.

Helsa might be more significant/interesting as we’ve heard that she and Charlie could have a more mutually antagonist relationship. If I had any personal hopes, I definitely like the idea of it turning out that Helsa ‘hating’ Charlie is actually out of a repressed, unresolved crush on her. Or maybe they have a Rin Tohsaka/Luvia Edelfelt dynamic where they just really fucking hate each other in a DEEPLY homoerotic fashion XD

And as for their parents, I’d say it’s pretty up in the air what they might be like. At this point the only thing we really know is that Frederick is/was apparently friends with Lucifer. Again, personally I don’t expect them to be all that important to the plot and mostly just serve as a means to introduce the nobility of Hell and the broader story threads that may come of that.

I will say, one plot thread I’d be particularly interested to see explored would be the Eldritch’s, as well as the rest of the Hellish nobility’s, reaction to Charlie’s relationship with Vaggie, and specifically their reaction to Charlie’s girlfriend ACTUALLLY being a FALLEN ANGEL.

Like this hasn’t really been touched on yet, but I kind of HAVE to imagine that fallen angels are a pretty BIG fucking deal in Hellborn society, particularly to the nobility.

With all the worldbuilding hints we’ve gotten between Hazbin and Helluva Boss, my theory is that Hell’s nobility are in fact descended from the many fallen angels who were cast out of Heaven along with Lucifer (essentially borrowing from Paradise Lost), aside from the six most powerful, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon, etc, who became the rulers of Hell alongside Lucifer.

Meaning that we could end up getting a very fun situation wherein Seviathan, Helsa, their family and the rest of the nobility have been looking down on Charlie for courting some lowly human sinner… except pscyh! Vaggie is a FALLEN ANGEL just like your ancestors! Which in turn could potentially make Vaggie part of the nobility by default.

I mean just imagine Seviathan being ready to be all smug and condescending at his ex for ‘trading down’ from him to some lowly human sinner… only to be forced to acknowledge that Charlie frankly traded UP in the relationship status department with Vaggie.*

And maybe Helsa also gets SUPER jealous too. Of Vaggie because she’s still pining for Charlie, or Charlie because how dare her archrival get a hot fallen-angel GF! XD**

*And of course this would go double if Chaggily ever becomes a thing.

**Harem-Protag!Charlie is absolutely a thing that can and should happen XD

#hazbin hotel #hazbin ask #lordjarman ask #hazbin theory #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #helsa von eldritch #seviathan von eldritch #hazbin von eldritch family #hazbin rambling

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viktorgf · 1 year ago

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—what’s at your character’s core?

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—SPUN GOSSAMER

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

—FLIGHTLESS BIRD

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

—BEHIND THE MASK

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

—ACERBIC WIT

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

—CAUTERIZING RAGE

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

—RIPPLING SUNSET

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

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bornforastorm · 10 months ago

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night court 3 (cheers) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

night court 3 (cheers) a fic so barely formed, so hardly written..... but i will not rest until I force Sam and Diane into a marriage officiated by the honorable Harold T. Stone

a big ol' snip 4 u and for @bicolumbo who also requested this, because alas there really isn't enough of it yet to provide 2 snips

Bull leads in a willowy blonde woman who is huffing and stomping, pulling hard against Bull’s hold on her arm. Her clothes are wet and dirty, and her hair is laying in limp streaks over her face.

“Oo-ooh,” she whines, pushing her wet hair off her face and over her shoulder, “what do you know about it anyway!”

The object of her wet fling of hair saunters in next: a tall man, handsome, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes rolling to high heaven. He’s wet too. His boat shoes are squeaking on the courtroom floor.

“Diane,” he sighs wearily. "You're making it worse." The woman harrumphs and grinds to a halt in front of Harry’s bench, stamping her kitten heels.

“The people versus Sam Malone and Diane Chambers,” Mac drones into Harry’s ear, dropping the case file in front of him.

“Sam Malone?” Harry asks, looking between Mac and the file and the tall man in front of him, who does look familiar, now that he’s thinking about it. “Not the baseball player?”

“See!” Malone wheels on the woman, Diane, and puts a finger in her face. “People know me!”

“One skinny dweeb isn’t people, Sam,” she retorts, putting her nose proudly in the air.

“Okay, okay, cool it,” Harry interrupts, banging his gavel once. Malone and Chambers cut their arguing short and stand like children, polite and chided. “Thank you. Ma’am, I’d like to remind you that this skinny dweeb is a judge." Chambers nods and bows her head. "What's the case here? Dan? Where are you?”

“Here, sir.” A hand shows over Malone’s shoulder, and then Dan appears, hunching around Malone to sidle up to the bench. He remains bent over, looking miserable. “Uhm, the case at hand—“

“Dan?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you six inches shorter?”

“Oh. Well. I’m not feeling well, remember?”

“Right." Harry looks him up and down, from his queasy face to his weak knees. "It seems like maybe you need to go home.”

“No, no! No need. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. The case at hand, sir, is that these two–” he gestures stiffly at Chambers and Malone– “got into a rather rowdy fight in Central Park. Mr. Malone here threw Ms. Chambers into the Bethesda fountain. At which point she pulled him in, and then, in trying to help them out, another six people were dragged into the fountain.” He points to a damp group of New Yorkers sitting in the front row of the gallery. They wave to Harry, and Harry waves back. “In the end, the entire group tumbled out of the fountain and into the lake. It caused quite a ruckus, as you can imagine.”

“We were supposed to be eloping!” Chambers says, her lower lip pouting prettily. “I thought it would be romantic. New York City in the spring.”

Harry perks up, his romantic sensibilities activated. “Eloping?”

Christine steps in to tamp him down and keep the case moving. “Your honor, my clients had a little lover’s spat, that’s all. That the rest of these people got involved is unfortunate but not criminal. There was no intent to harm here.”

Chambers’ sweet pout turns to sharp frustration. “Well, he tried to drown me!”

Harry’s jaw drops. “What? I thought you were eloping?”

“You gotta understand, your honor,” Malone leans on the bench. “I had to propose three times. I had to practically beg her—“

“I had to beg you!” Chambers protests, stamping her pretty little foot again.

Harry's confused. These are confusing people.

Malone barks, “Once we got that settled, it still wasn’t the end of it! We bought a house, right? Then she tried to make us sell it.”

“Sell it? Why?”

“Sir,” Dan groans, looking pale. “Can we cut to the chase? I’m not sure the ‘why’ is relevant.”

“I guess I’d just like to know, Mr. Prosecutor. If you don’t mind.”

Dan buries his head against the bench and waves the proceedings along with a limp hand.

Harry gestures to Malone, who explains, “She felt bad for the people who used to live there.”

“I got over it,” Chambers pouts.

“Sir–” Dan interrupts, weakly raising a hand.

“Right, she got over it," Malone allows. "Then, this marriage counselor had said we shouldn’t get married, and we were gonna show him, right? So, we come down here to have a change of scenery, get hitched, and have a weekend together, you know? Romantic.”

“Right!” Diane agrees.

“Right, so we came down–”

“I wanted to go to the Cape, of course, but Sam thought this would be better,” she says with a knowing look to Christine, like of course Christine would agree with her that Cape Cod was obviously a better place to elope than New York. Christine nods gravely. Diane gives a sad, dramatic sigh and says, "If we'd gone to the Cape--"

“Well, we didn’t, honey, did we?” Malone snips with a mix of patience and weary exasperation. “Anyway, so we get down here and–”

“Sir?” Dan says again, even weaker now. When Harry looks over, he’s looking almost green.

“Dan?”

“May I be excused? I’m gonna throw up,” he moans. And then he does. All over Sam Malone’s boat shoes.

#my writing #night court #cheers #literally that sam and diane don't end up together makes me want to kill someone

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ragequitezekielrants · 3 months ago

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I'm about to noclip through my walls like Bethesda published me.

You know what’s worse than playing a terrible game? Not even being able to play it because your internet connection is straight out of the Stone Age. That’s right, folks—today’s rant isn’t about some dumpster fire of a game, it’s about the glorious experience of trying to exist in 2024 with the worst internet imaginable.

Let’s be real—I’m not exactly swimming in cash over here. I can barely afford a halfway decent gaming setup, let alone pay for internet that doesn’t cut out every five minutes like it’s powered by a hamster on a wheel. My download speeds are a joke, my ping is through the roof, and let’s not even talk about streaming or downloading anything over 2GB. Oh wait, no—I guess we should talk about it, because it’s basically my life right now.

Imagine this: you finally have a minute to sit down and escape the misery of reality with a little online gaming, and then BAM, your connection decides to die right in the middle of the match. Doesn’t matter if it’s a critical moment or if you’re just wandering around—my Wi-Fi decides to flip me the bird and leave me staring at a "Reconnecting…" screen until I’m booted out. It’s like the universe’s way of telling me, “Hey, Ezekiel, remember when you thought things couldn’t get worse? Surprise!”

But hey, when you’re on the cheapest internet plan because rent exists and food is somehow still a thing I have to pay for, this is what you get. Forget fiber optics, I’m pretty sure I’m running on a system that still uses dial-up somewhere deep down. Lag? Oh, that’s not just a feature of my online gaming experience, that’s basically how I interact with the entire internet. I click a link, and the page loads in about the same time it takes me to question every life choice I’ve made that led me to this moment.

And the best part? My ISP (aka the fine folks responsible for this disaster) loves to send me emails about their “premium” packages. Oh, yeah, because what I really need is more advertising for services I can’t afford. I can’t even afford to upgrade to “standard” speeds without cutting into my grocery budget, but sure, let’s talk about your ultra-fast, platinum-tier plan that costs more than my monthly utilities. Sounds great. Too bad I’ll be reading that email in low-res because even my inbox loads at a snail’s pace.

So, while everyone else is enjoying their seamless gaming experiences, streaming in 4K, and downloading entire games in minutes, I’ll just be here, staring at a frozen screen, watching my ping spike, and remembering that somewhere out there, someone is playing without lag. Must be nice.

Until next time, enjoy your fast internet—because I sure as hell can’t.

– Ezekiel

#video games #game rants #rage bait #cringe #lolcow #nerd #slow internet #gamer problems

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44gamez · 1 year ago

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6 Realistic Gaming Predictions for 2024

Predictions made from a whole business are virtually at all times fallacious and are a waste of time — however they’re very enjoyable should you don’t take them too significantly. That’s what that is. A enjoyable, consequence-free prognostication that, like Babe Ruth pointing on the stands from the batter’s field, can be full of daring and really particular called-shots, most of which gained’t come to cross.

2024: Life like Gaming Predictions

However you by no means know, particularly since I’ll be making gaming predictions that aren’t so fanciful; predictions that don’t really feel too far out of the realm of risk; and predictions that possibly actually have a sense of inevitability. There’s simply one thing very 2024 about predictions like… The Nintendo Change successor makes its debut

Picture: Nintendo The Nintendo Change will flip seven years previous this coming March. It’s already felt like an ageing console for not less than a number of of these years. Nintendo consoles are by no means technical powerhouses, however in an period when gaming tech feels prefer it has one other breakthrough each few months, the Change feels prefer it’s woefully behind the occasions. That each one modifications in 2024. That is the yr that Nintendo, as they typically do, decides to be the primary of the foremost console producers to announce all-new {hardware}, a successor to the Nintendo Change. A successor that places portability first however with a beefier set of chips and doodads that carry the Change 2 (or no matter they find yourself calling it) on par with hand-held PCs just like the Steam Deck and the ROG Ally, simply two of the hand-held consoles that discovered success within the current moveable gaming gold rush. The Change was a novel idea when it got here out. It’ll be fascinating to see how Nintendo reacts to a market that has imitated and iterated on its concepts. A a lot quieter yr for large sport releases

Picture: Bethesda Video games Studio 2023 was an onslaught of large sport releases. Some all of us assumed could be hits on some degree (Tears of the Kingdom) and others that took the gaming world without warning (Baldur’s Gate 3). Trying forward at 2024’s slate of video games, there aren’t as many big-name titles that may for positive dominate the cultural dialog, not less than not that I can see from again right here in 2023. That’s to not say the schedule is devoid of attention-grabbing video games. Each month has one thing for everybody, and 2024 feels just like the yr Silksong may lastly drop. However, utilizing the 2023 Recreation Awards nominees as an imperfect indicator of launch schedule power, 2024 doesn’t really feel like a yr when each sport nominated for Recreation of the Yr might have been the undisputed GOTY in every other yr. 2024 may have its huge releases. It’ll have surprises that take the gaming world by storm. However, I predict, most likely incorrectly, that 2024 can be a whole calendar yr that allows you to catch your breath somewhat, and possibly even present simply sufficient room to clear that 2023 backlog. Extra video games which might be each sport

Picture: Roblox Company Roblox created a mannequin that different main builders and publishers will certainly comply with. One of many largest already is. Epic Video games took observe of how Roblox constructed its wild success off the thought of being a hub for different video games…after which simply determined to do this. Why launch a complete sport with all of the advertising and marketing fanfare that comes with it when you may launch a smaller, less complicated, extra polished model of an concept as only one small half of a bigger suite of video games? You may play Fortnite in Fortnite, however now you may as well play a racing sport in Fortnite. And a Rockband-style rhythm sport. And a Minecraft-inspired survival sport. Fortnite isn’t only one sport anymore — it’s each sport, similar to how Roblox isn’t one sport, it’s a hub for each sort of sport. Simply because the reside service sport grew to become a pattern that each main writer needed to get their arms on, the Hub-style sport will really seize the business in 2024. Simply consider it: in 2024, we might see Activision toss a Tony Hawk’s Professional Skater-inspired mode into Name of Obligation. We might see Ubisoft use the Murderer’s Creed traversal mechanics to make a parkour racing sport or a online game model of these skilled tag clips you see floating across the web. Prepare to listen to the phrase “hub” far more than you ever thought attainable. Netflix will safe the publishing rights to a serious sport

Picture: PC Invasion Netflix’s foothold within the gaming business has been steadily rising yr by yr. Simply a few weeks earlier than this text was revealed, Netflix made it attainable to play the remasters of all three PlayStation 2-era Grand Theft Auto video games in your telephone as a part of your Netflix subscription. This was after a yr of snatching up a sequence of high-profile indie darlings to beef up their gaming choices, an inventory that now contains Immortality, Into the Breach, Loss of life’s Door, Lifeless Cells, Earlier than Your Eyes, Kentucky Route Zero, Oxenfree, Oxenfree 2, and several other others. Netflix took Microsoft’s threats of turning into the “Netflix of gaming” fairly significantly and mentioned, “No, truly, Netflix could be the Netflix of gaming.” This not solely gained’t cease in 2024 however I wouldn’t be stunned if a big-name sport from a big-name developer is introduced as a Netflix unique. The fabled Bloodborne remake will solely be playable in the identical app you utilize to look at Seinfeld. Perhaps you’ll unwind after a irritating Silksong boss combat with a few Nice British Baking Present episodes. Netflix desires to be taken significantly as a gaming outlet, so it’s solely a matter of time earlier than it pulls the set off on an enormous transfer that establishes its place within the higher echelons of gaming locations. The acquisition wars will rage on

Picture: Microsoft I’m not going to say to know a factor about company economics. If rates of interest drop in 2024, and inflation subsides consequently (if that’s even the way it works), will sport builders/studios be much less keen to promote themselves to large companies, a la Microsoft’s takeover of Activision/Blizzard? Uh, possibly? I don’t know. All that stuff’s approach over my head. However one factor that gained’t be subsiding anytime quickly is Microsoft and Sony’s jockeying for place in no matter the way forward for gaming finally ends up wanting like. PlayStation is making an attempt to promote {hardware} whereas Xbox is making an attempt to promote a service in Recreation Cross. Each want glitzy unique video games to promote their wares to potential consumers. For those who thought it was nuts that Sony now owns Bungie which was once owned by Microsoft, and that Microsoft now owns the Warcraft and Name of Obligation individuals, then begin mentally getting ready your self for different main acquisition information in 2024. Each firms are waiting for the following console era, nevertheless that takes form, and are angling to be the corporate with one of the best video games that may solely be discovered on a PlayStation console or a platform with Recreation Cross on it. Extra and Greater video games from Roblox creators

Picture: Zeekerss I’ve already talked somewhat about Roblox’s potential affect on the way forward for the business, however there’s one other approach the gaming hub will change the business in 2024 and past. Let’s use Deadly Firm for instance. The scary co-op sport took everybody without warning when it grew to become a late-2023 hit. Individuals have been impressed that this enjoyable and wildly standard little sport that got here out of nowhere was made by only one particular person, an indie developer who calls themselves Zeekerss. Properly, should you had been part of the Roblox scene for the previous decade, you wouldn’t have been too stunned by Zeekerss success, as they'd been creating video games for Roblox (and itch.io) for practically a decade earlier than the large success of Deadly Firm. Roblox, for as a lot because it exploits the onerous work of its person base, stays a spot the place blossoming sport builders get of their fabled 10,000 hours of unseen expertise earlier than they’re able to hit it huge. It’s a coaching floor, and the fruits of its tutelage are solely simply beginning to blossom. I believe 2024 would be the yr when the kids of Roblox will escape throughout each style and platform within the gaming world. Source link Read the full article

#gaming #predictions #Realistic

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gavinsmg24 · 1 year ago

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My poor babygirl. I hope you know that in all my worry and posts and prys for love n silly I’m never upset or mad. Or pushing. I’m still just leaving you things for when you come back. And I know you’ve been having a rough time. It makes me smile that you think of me even when you can’t be here. That’s sweet hehe. But don’t let it get you too down! I’ll still be here. Promise! 🙈

I hope you can get settled soon. I want my poor baby to be Able to take a long sleep. A hot bath and a yummy meal. Id prepare it all if I could!

Princess. Like. I’m so proud. I never knew how things would turn out. And I’m not happy that this is how it turned out. But I’m only glad that once the situation became bad or too much you found a way away. Moving in with steff. Makes me smile. I feel like she’ll be good. Or at least a neutral roommate. I’m happy you got all your stuff moved or what you could anyway. Gosh doing so much stuff in such short time. Grr. God he’s such a jerk. I know the stuff he’s possessing probably isn’t even his

That doorknob part made me smile. Like. It makes me happy you did something to get at him. Go my H! 🥳

It sounds like you’ve been busy. Which I figured since you’ve been gone and also like. You said that lost time hehe. I’m just. So proud princess. I know you probably feel exhausted and annoyed and maybe getting to a dark place but. Hey! I’m here! And you’re making me proud! You’re efforts aren’t unseen! And I hope here soon you give yourself some absolute lounge time! Of course doing things makes you happy too but! On an off day. Sweats n baggy shirt. Make some breaky. Watch some shows and snack. Hit the bong. Play some games. Maybe go on a drive. Watch a movie take a nap. Eat out! Idk! Just! You deserve to fill all the fun meters back up! I wish I could spoil you rotten. I’d take you to dinner and do everything I just said with you. Massages too to ease the soreness

I’ve been good! Just been working and hanging with the bois as usual. Idk what I’ve done or what I’ve said. The fights I know I said and you responded to that. Made me smile that you enjoyed my emotions 🙈 hehe

Anyways. I might have said but I applied to culvers. I’ve applied to a variety of jobs. Mainly ones close just so I could pick up some hours. Idk if you’ve been there or know what that is. I’ve been there like once and don’t even know the food so. We’ll see. I have a 2nd interview Friday. Just a part time job to make extra money

Ummm. Starfield came out on game pass. A new Bethesda game. It’s basically skyrim in space. Pretty neat. Id play it for you or watch you play :+)

And finally! It makes me smile and I know that Im silly and say things like I wonder if you think of me. And it’s selfish but also when I say it I dont mean it over everything else like. You know that but. Of course id rather you not think about me at all and be able to focus on you so you can get to a less stressful state. Mwah. I’m here and thinking of you but don’t worry about me as much. I’ll be here. And I’ll be okay :0) honk! Eskimo kiss

You’re sweet! But thank you🙈 and again. Don’t be sorry! And I’m happy to be able to give you any kind of support. I do support and love you and I will always acknowledge your efforts and existence. What you do isn’t for nothing or no one. Even if it’s silly. I’m rooting for you. And I’m proud when you do your best and succeed 💜🧡

You couldn’t be more real in my eyes. I wish you could be even more real in front of me hehe 😖

Eee you reposted my post 🤭 I thought the same thing!! Which makes me smile bcuz I thought it was silly. I saw it and I literally was like. Oh my gosh. That’s her. That’s me. And 🥺 she’s hugging my face :,+) I need u 🙈 sorry! Ah! Rawr!

Anyways. Finally responding. It sounds like your still busy. So please. Take your time. I’ll be here whenever you have time or want to be here. Much love. Take care of yourself! remember. WWJD

What would J do! Mwah mwah mwah (head, eskimo, kiss)

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robobrainmurdermysterytheatre · 2 years ago

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I’m so sorry to everyone on the East Coast of the US but my sense of geography of your side of the country is awful. For years the only places I knew were like, NY and Florida and like there are “southern” states between the two, then north of NY is... Maine? (None of that is true, there are like 12 states between NY and Florida and 15 between NY and Maine one of which is Fallout 4)

I’m not exactly sure *what* I thought was between the “East Coast” and Ohio, but it’s only within the last year - and because of Fallout 76 - that I learned Ohio is... not really in the northern center of the map of the country? By Montana? Or something? (Sorry Ohio. Not sorry, actually, though.) It borders PA and WV.

So in my fic I needed a place that one of my characters goes from WV to when they leave the area. I kinda wanted it to be PA but there’s upcoming lore set there so I didn’t want to have to change anything if canon interfered with my ideas. So I decided Ohio works because it borders WV and there’s no lore in game about it AFAIK and also IRL.

Tonight I’m trying to piece some details together so I’m looking at Google Maps West Virginia:

And saw Point Pleasant. Which means that river next to Point Pleasant, that runs north/south on the game map, is the river between WV and OH. So everything west of that river is Ohio. I can touch the shore of Ohio in Fallout 76. I can see Ohio from Mothman’s house. I did not know Ohio was so goddamn close to where I am picking blackberries and hanging out with robots and building silly little houses.

Anyway, this begs the question, WHY ISN’T THERE LORE ABOUT WHAT’S HAPPENING IN OHIO?

Are some of the settlers from Ohio? Can you tell from their regional accents? To be fair, Bethesda games have a pretty bad history of proper regional accents, so someone could have an Ohioan (?) accent accidentally? Are the raiders at the logging camp from Ohio? My C.A.M.P. is INCREDIBLY close to Ohio.

Google what exactly is the river there anyway called -

Well fuck me, I guess.

I can’t wait for @thuumwrestler to get home from vacation so I can never stop yelling “That’s Ohio!” every god damn time I play this game.

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aubreyprc · 3 years ago

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hold me while you wait

16&28 - can you just told me? can i stay here tonight?

summary - emily gives in and goes to aaron after two weeks of being unable to sleep after doyle, paris and everything in between.

word count - 1.2k

She knows she shouldn’t go to his apartment, knows she should leave him alone, let him be mad, let him come to her, but she can’t.

She thought when she got back that she’d be fine, that she would be able to put Doyle, Paris and everything in between behind her but she cant and it’s eating her alive.

She hasn’t slept properly in two weeks, manages a couple of hours a night before she’s woken by her own screams, nightmares her therapist says, but are they really nightmares if they happened? If it’s real?

She can’t eat, a permanent knot in her stomach that makes it almost impossible to want to and she knows if she doesn’t get a handle of herself soon that she’ll end up in trouble, can already feel her energy draining, already knows she’s a risk to have in the filed.. she knows it’s killing her, and she has no idea what to do.

She also has no idea why Aaron was her first choice. She could have gone to JJ or Penelope, they would have been more than happy to get her through this, but for some reason her body craved him, her mind replaying their four months of bliss before her past chased her all the way to a warehouse floor in Boston. The four months where she felt the most safe. Because to her, he was safe. He was someone she knew would protect her, right to the end, would do anything to keep her safe, include give his own life, which is why she ran when she did, why she never told him about what was happening, why she let him believe she simply didn’t want him, when it was very much the opposite.

He was safe, he was everything, she thinks that might be why she finds herself in front of his apartment on a Thursday night, terror coming off her like sweat as she forces herself to breathe, her hands shaking as she knocks and she looks away, towards the entrance as though she thinks someone will come for her, for him.

“Emily?” he says as the door open and she snaps her head sideways towards him, “what’s going on? Are you okay?”

She stares at him, knows he can see the fear in her eyes, knows he’s seen it for awhile.

“Can I stay here tonight?” she asks after a few moments, her voice soft but shaky and he nods instantly, moving aside to let her past.

He doesn’t miss the quick look back to the door she does before stepping through.

“Are you okay?” he asks her again as he closes his door, frowning as she walks past him to click the lock. “Emily, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she sighs, leaning against the closed door and looking at him. “I just… I needed to be here. With you.” she says, looking to the floor as she picks at her nails.

He walks over, smiling as he takes her hands, forcing them apart. He lifts her chin with his fingers, trying to read her mind as her eyes burn into his.

“Talk to me.” he whispers, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing” she whispers, “I’ll be okay.” she assures him with a smile, “I just can’t be alone tonight.” she tells him, can see the fear on his face as he processes her words, has seen for weeks how much she is suffering and she knows she’s scaring him, but she’s scaring herself, and all she can do it stare right back at him.

“Let me help.” he begs, cupping her cheek, and his heart breaks when tears start to fall from her eyes. “What can I do?”

“Can we go to bed? I’m exhausted.” she says and he nods because he can see it, has seen it for days, the exhaustion coming off her as she grows more and more mentally drained as the weeks go on. Loosing more weight than she should be, her bones sticking out in places they shouldn’t.

“Come on,” he says, taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. He nods his head in the direction of her (his) old FBI sweatshirt that sits on the chair in the corner, along with a pair of her shorts she’d left all those months ago, and she smiles slightly, that he’d kept them. Like he’d planned for her to return.

“What can I do?” he asks again as they lay in his bed, his head turned towards her as they both lay on their backs and she turns to face him.

“Can you just … hold me?” she whispers sadly, holding back more tears as he smiles at her, pulling her into his chest without hesitation and she sighs as she feels his secure arms wrap around her tightly, closes her eyes as she lets herself relax in his hold, a deep breath as she inhales him, a scent she associates with safe, and it’s in his arms that she sleeps better than she had since she’d woken up in Bethesda. Isn’t awoken by a nightmare in the middle of the night, instead soothed back into a deep slumber at some time early morning when she’d woken him by thrashing slightly, he had stoked her cheek, whispered that he was right here and kissed her forehead, smiled when she’d curled herself back into him, she doesn’t remember, he’s glad about that.

He wakes up first, smiling when he finds her still sleeping peacefully next to him. He kisses her temple before getting up, determined to get her to eat before he let her go, unsure of if this was just a one night situation, or if this was her asking for help.

He pads back into the bedroom not ten minutes later with toast for her and smiles when she starts to open her eyes.

“Good morning,” he says, placing the plate on the bedside table next to her. “I made you some toast. Just something light.” he smiles, “I’m going to shower. We’ll talk when I’m done?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, sitting up and he nods, slowly making his way to the bathroom.

She eats the toast while he showers, the knot in her stomach not as intense as it has been and she finds herself surprised at what a good nights sleep can cure.

He’s out of the shower and changed by the time she’s dressed and he follows her into the living room, sighs when she starts to pick at her nails and he places his hand on top of hers.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks her and she nods.

“Yeah.” she whispers, “But can we just sit here?” she asks, and he nods. Her request from last night runs through his mind.

Can you just hold me?

He pulls her into his arms gently, kissing her head as he runs his fingers down her arms.

“I’m ready to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.” he tells her as she relaxes into him. He can feel her falling asleep as they sit there and he wants to talk, he wants to wake her, but he’s seen how exhausted she’s been, and he knows she’s going through a lot, so he simply holds her closer and let’s her rest. She’ll talk when she’s ready, he has to believe that.

#hotchniss fic #hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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sequinsmile-x · 3 years ago

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From The Heart

They had been on the brink of something, something they both thought could have been extraordinary, before the skeletons came out of her closet and tore it all apart.

Chapter 1

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Mature, some smut

Read on A03 via this link, or under the cut

The apartment was small and nondescript. Tucked away down a Parisian street most people wouldn’t look twice at. It had never felt like home to her. Still unfamiliar to her seven months down the line as she frantically packs a small bag, JJ’s words echoing around her head. She packs just the basics, hoping beyond anything that this is it. That she is going home for good. She doesn’t think much of it as she leaves the apartment for the final time, knowing that even if they fail, if they can’t stop Ian and she has to go back into hiding, she won’t be coming back here. She pushes the keys back through the letterbox and takes a deep breath as she walks away, shedding her anonymity as she goes.

Emily Prentiss was coming back from the dead. _____________

As soon as she lands in the US she feels anxious. The fear she had felt in the lead up to her showdown with Ian scratching back up her spine. The tightness in her chest that had never gone away tightening around her heart, making it feel like it was in a vice. Her lungs cramped, her chest feeling like it was too full of fear for her to take in a deep breath. It felt like everyone was watching her, like they all knew who she was. Like they knew what she had done.

The driver whose job it is to take her to Quantico asks her if she is ok. He meets her with a fake name written on some card, the same name that had been on the passport she had travelled with. Emily nods and says she is fine, lets him take her small suitcase and smiles when he jokes that she is travelling light. She’s distracted, her mind on seeing the team. She wants to see them desperately, see the people she considered her family before her life fell to pieces around her.

She thinks of Aaron and it makes her ache. The memory of how close they came to being something had haunted her for so long. They had gone on exactly two dates before Ian Doyle tore through everything, leaving her life, and the lives of those she loved, in tatters.

Their first date was an accident. The rest of the team had gone to their rooms leaving them alone, and Emily suggested they went for dinner, neither of them tired enough to sleep yet. They found a diner not too far from their hotel and settled there, both ordering an almost absurd amount of food they could never finish, as if they wanted an excuse to stay for longer than necessary. Their conversation flowed easily as they ate, the waitress pouring them more coffee as the night went on, her wry smile at their slightly shy behaviour obvious to them both.

The feelings for him she had always pushed down simmered a little too close to the surface. They talked about Jack and Sergio mixed in with stories from their childhoods, and they seemed to realise at the same time how much they were enjoying themselves. The thing that had always remained unsaid between them shining bright, both of them wanting it to ignite.

Aaron kissed her cheek at her hotel room door. As he pulled away she grabbed his chin, stopped him from going any further as she pressed her lips briefly to his just so she knew what it felt like. Something in her had shifted in that moment, the feel of his lips, softer than she’d imagined, making her feel something that felt absurd given how quick it had been. She dreamt about him that night.

He must have felt it too, because their second date wasn’t an accident. He’d called her, his voice uncharacteristically nervous as he asked her to dinner again. He didn’t take her to a fancy restaurant, well aware of her distaste of small plates and overly expensive food, but to a place he liked to take Jack to. The wait staff knew him, and asked him about his son, and Emily remembered the warmth that had spread through her body at the idea that he would take her somewhere that was usually just for him and Jack.

That night she learnt she could fluster Aaron. The usually stoic unit chief stumbled over his words as she placed her hand a little too high on his thigh, his eyes drawn to her lips most of the evening as she told him things he didn’t know about her.

He had insisted on walking her to her apartment, despite it being in the opposite direction to his own home, and he kissed her. Properly this time, leaving her breathless against her apartment door with the promise of a third date.

Then Sean Macallister called, and nothing was the same, and Emily had been left wishing she had insisted he come up to her apartment that night. That she’d had one night with him, something she could have clung onto in the months that followed.

She had pulled away immediately. Suddenly rebuffing any attempts he made to get her alone, to talk to her about whatever was going on. Emily knew if anyone was able to pull it from her, to make her admit to her demons that were now chasing them all, it would have been him.

Aaron had told her once, just before she had walked away from the team, that it was ok if she had changed her mind. If there was something about him that she didn’t want that he would let it slight, and he wouldn’t let it affect their friendship.

It almost broke her. The promise that it wasn’t him on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it back. His safety was more important to her than anything else. Even how he felt about her.

Emily had a vague memory of Aaron visiting her in Bethesda. The feel of his hand in hers, his lips pressed against her forehead. Whispered promises against her skin that he would bring her home, that Ian would pay for what he had done to her. That he would take her on that third date. _____________________

The thought of the promised third date had kept her going in Paris. The notion that after everything, all that he had learned about her and what she had done, he had still wanted her. Emily had thought about all of the team often in the long lonely days of her isolation from the world, but none of them more than him. She wondered how he was doing. Knowing that the burden of making the decision to fake her death would weigh heavily on him.

She wondered what he had told Jack, his sweet little boy, who she loved more than she thought she should. Emily had many sleepless nights wondering if Jack thought she was dead too.

When sleep found her she dreamt of Aaron often. Something that she once thought was when turning into an if only as the months dragged on.

When she sees him for the first time she realises her dreams hadn’t done him justice. _____________________

Emily puts all of her own thoughts aside as soon as she enters the conference room. She bears the feelings of the team, takes in their shock and their emotions and holds it in her chest. She feels like she deserves it. Derek’s words as she lay dying on the floor of a warehouse had run on a loop in her head for months. Penelope’s voicemail was a curse as she tried and failed to find sleep.

Aaron’s visit to her in the hospital was vague to her. A memory she wasn’t always sure was real. She stays to talk to him, her bravery now Ian was dead taking her by surprise.

As soon as she’s standing opposite Aaron in his office, the Senate Committee done and behind them, she feels unsure. She wonders if too much time has passed, if too many things have happened. If her harsh words towards him in the wake of Ian’s return, her fear pushing him away rather than letting her pull him closer like she truly wanted, had damaged the tentative start to a relationship that they could have had.

Aaron grabs her hand, his thumb running over her wrist. “Do you want to get out of here?” He clears his throat. “Go to mine and talk?”

Emily smiles at him and nods, grateful that this might be the one thing Ian Doyle hadn’t taken from her. _____________________

Aaron looks at her in a way she isn’t sure she deserves. Like she's made of something precious. He guides her into his apartment with his hand on her lower back. Emily can feel the heat of his skin through her shirt and it makes her close her eyes and take in a deep breath.

“Do you want a drink?” He asks, his voice soft as if he worries she will bolt at any second.

Emily smiles at him as he puts down his briefcase, she watches as he neatly puts his keys on the hook by the door and sets the alarm. A routine that she is glad to be privy to.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” She grasps her hand in front of herself, trying to stop herself from digging at the skin around her thumbnails.

He brings them both over a glass of wine each and encourages her to sit on the couch. She takes in how tidy the apartment is, how it looks like no one has lived in it in weeks.

“Where’s Jack?” She asks, not missing how he stiffens slightly.

“He’s away with Jessica and her parents.” He answers, taking a sip of his wine before setting his glass down. “I had to come back so quickly there wasn’t time for them to change their plans.”

It hurts, a burning in her chest that tells her she had caused this. That she had driven him away from his son, from his home to a country on the other side of the world. She wants to ask there and then what Jack knows, if he thinks she is dead, but she doesn’t think she can bear it yet.

“I’m sorry, Aaron.” She says, her smile trembling as she looks at him. “I messed everything up.”

“You could have come to me, Emily.” Aaron replies, his eyes as hard as she’d seen them since she walked into the conference room. “I would have helped.”

“He would have killed you.” She answers, as sure now as she was then. Time had done nothing to change her mind about her decision making. “He would have killed all of you.”

“Em-”

“Clyde said you threatened him.” She interrupts, changing the subject. She didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say, the self sacrificing tendencies she knew would have cost him his life. “He wasn’t impressed.” She smiles at him, and it doesn’t quite reach her eyes but he returns it.

“Well.” Aaron says, averting his gaze from hers. “I meant it.” He clears his throat and places his glass of wine down on the coffee table. “I would have done anything to keep you safe.”

“I know you would have.” She replies, placing her own wine glass down. She leans forward and hugs him before she can think better of it, her body relaxing as he wraps his arms around her. “I am sorry.”

“I know you are.” Aaron says, turning his head to press a kiss to her cheek. It reminds her of that first date, back when everything was simple and Ian Doyle was a name she’d thought she would never have to say out loud again. A secret she could have taken to her grave.

Emily pulls back and looks at him, cupping his cheek before she can stop herself. Emily kisses him, the desperate need to know if it was like she’d remembered, if it was like she’d dreamt about all those months she was away. It was somehow better.

She feels his hand drift under her shirt, having somehow untucked it from her skirt. His skin scalds hers, his palm spanning almost her entire back. She pulls back from him and runs her thumb over his bottom lip. She avoids eye contact with him, whispering the fear that had put her heart in a vice since the moment his apartment door closed behind them. “I don’t know if I can be what you want me to be.”

It’s the most honest thing she has said to him, her fear that he wants more than she can give briefly overrides her desire. Aaron hooks a finger under her chin and tilts her head to make her look at him.

“I’ll take whatever you can give.”

She stares at him, seeing all of her options laid out in front of her. She could walk away now and she knows he wouldn’t hold it against her, that on some level he understands that this is as bad of an idea as she does.

Emily doesn’t want to walk away . She wants this, she wants him. More than she thinks she has ever wanted anything. She lets herself have it, have him. Needing to prove to herself that Ian didn’t steal everything like she had told herself he had on cold lonely nights in Paris. That, despite it all, she still had Aaron.

She doesn’t say anything else. Her answer is to kiss him fiercely, licking the inside of his mouth before he can question her, before he can be the voice of reason in this. He responds in kind, his hands squeezing tightly against her skin in a way she knows will leave marks in the morning.

Emily pushes his jacket off of his shoulders, and it lands on his couch behind him, discarded for him to find creased in the morning. He pulls her closer, hands wandering over clothes and bare skin. Her skirt rises up and allows her to throw a leg over his lap, both of them moaning as she sits on him.

Aaron suddenly pulls back from her, his hands cupping her cheeks to hold her in place when she desperately tries to kiss him again, not wanting her brain to have the chance to kick in.

“Emily.” He says, desperation in his tone she doesn’t recognise. He rests his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he tries to be the rational one. “Are you sure?”

She licks her lips, heaves in a breath.

“Yes.” She kisses him gently, the softest one they have exchanged since she kissed him for the first time outside her hotel room close to a year ago. “I’m sure.”

He stares at her, as if he is trying to figure out if this is the right thing for them. She doesn’t give him the chance to apply logic to it. She surges forward and kisses him again, her hands around the back of his neck, holding him to her. He breaks away from her long enough to encourage her to stand. He gets them to his bedroom, his tie goes missing along the way when he stops them to push her against the wall, his mouth against her neck and the top of her collarbone as she undoes the top few buttons of his shirt.

Emily tenses when he goes to lift her shirt, the reality of what he was about to see breaking through. The first person except for her and her doctors to see the scars she was only just used to. Aaron senses her hesitation, rests his forehead against hers.

“Em.” He breathes out, his hand against the bare skin of her back. “It’s ok.” He kisses her, the tenderness behind it enough to make her want to cry. “You’re beautiful.” He kisses her again. “You always have been. You always will be.”

He presses his lips to her neck and she’s lost, the feeling of what he was doing to her body outweighing any feelings of self doubt. He removes his shirt first, gently undoing the buttons she hadn’t and revealing the silver scars across his skin. Emily can’t help herself as she trails her fingers over them, her lips against the one at the top of his chest.

He shivers, and she knows she is the first to have seen him like this. That she is the first person who has seen the scars left behind by the man who tried to take everything from him. She had seen them once before, when he was still unconscious in the hospital, his vitals dipping as the doctors tried to save his life. She hadn’t understood the growing feelings she’d had for him then. Or she had at least ignored them, resolute to stuff them back into the box that they had escaped from.

Aaron pauses, his hands gripping her a little tighter. He opens his mouth to speak, to provide some explanation that she already knows about what she has seen. She raises her hand to his mouth, pressing her fingers to his lips.

“It’s ok.” She says, smiling as she repeats his own words back at him. “All I see is you, not him.”

He smiles at her, kissing her fiercely, only breaking their connection to lift her shirt from her head. Emily sucks in a breath as his finger traces the scar over her breast, the smell of her burning flesh lingering at the edge of her senses as she remembers how Ian had marked her, how the surgeons had only been able to do so much. Aaron kisses her skin, his lips trialing a path down her body until he is dropping to his knees. Pressing affection into the constellation on her abdomen, the skin still pink from where it had healed. There were times when she could still feel the table leg through her, the sharp pain followed by numbness she had felt in that warehouse in Boston.

Now all she felt was Aaron. All she could hear were the words of praise he said against her skin, and something far too close to love settles over her. She pushes it back, not wanting to feel it, and she pulls him upwards, tugging at him until he follows and is towering over her again.

The gentleness ends there. She ends up on the bed, her back pressed against his quilt and her legs spreading for him to settle in. He takes her apart, twice, with his fingers and tongue before he enters her, their fingers linked on the mattress next to her. He presses his forehead to hers as they both come apart together, something that they had both wanted for longer than they would admit culminating in one moment.

It takes them a while for their breathing to even out, for him to shift to lay next to her, pulling her half on top of him as he pulls the quilt over them as their bodies cool.

Emily isn’t sure what to say. She traces her finger over the mark she had sucked onto his chest, and feels him doing the same across her collarbone.

“We should have done that a long time ago.” She says, the tightness in her chest easing when she feels him laugh.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, and she feels any remaining tension in her melt away as his hand skates up her ribs, pulling her closer to him.

“We should do that again.” He says, tilting her head to kiss her properly. “Although you might have to give me 20 minutes.”

Emily cups his cheek, her thumb running over his jaw line. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Em.”

Aaron drifts to sleep below her, his breathing evening out under her cheek. As the fingers he had been running up and down her spine slow to a stop Emily thinks he might be the only person who truly understood her.

She hopes it’s enough.

#Hotchniss #hotchniss fic #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss smut #season 7 au #Criminal Minds #CM fanfic #CM AU

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kagrenacs · 4 years ago

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Explaining the Iceberg #8

In which the theories get worse as you delve deeper. (some content is cut because it’s not appropriate/something I would want to discuss)

Coldharbour/Clockwork Tamriel: Coldharbour has many locations that resemble Tamriel, and often are outright taken from it. C0Da seems to indicate Sotha Sil’s final goals for the clockwork city is to recreate and ‘perfect’ Tamriel.

The Crimson Ship: During the Knahaten Flu, the Kothringi were hit particularly hard, and the Crimson Ship was full of refugees trying to find a new home. They were turned away at every port, until reaching Hammerfell. After being turned away once again, they sailed out to sea. Some years later, pirates found the ship full of corpses.

Storming of the citadel: Unsure of this, the wording is too general. It could possibly refer to the Morrowind Mainquest, when you take back the profane tools, A Covenant quest in Elder Scrolls Cnline, or the Main quest in Elder Scrolls Online

Altmeri formwars: Mentioned in an MK short story. Possibly a war from a previous Kalpa that involved the Dreugh

Yagrum Bagarn made the Numidium: He states he was a Tonal Architect under Kagrenac, there’s a possibility he may have worked on the Numidium as well.

Sons of Hora: Mentioned in the Nu-hatta, related to mantling. ‘this is the death children bring as son’s of Hora’. My guess is that it’s the ability of mortals (sons of Lorkhan, Hora?) to actually mantle deities and understand their limits.

Kaleidocules: ‘Leaky Creatia’ the power of creation, magical possibility

Ayleids=Bird people: A race of unnamed bird people Topal the Pilot was said to have met on his journey across Tamriel. Since they occupy the same region as Ayleids did (although they seem to have been present before the Ayleids and subsequently died out), and since Ayleids have recurring bird motifs within their armor and art, it’s thought that these two groups may be one in the same.

Dragon Tusk: The name of the oversoul (cumulation of all aspects) of Akatosh/Auri-el ect. Is Aka or Aka-Tusk.

Lorkhan’s heart the egg of time: In Morrowind, the egg of time is a rebuttal paper to Kagrenac’s theories on the use of the tools on the heart of lorkhan.

Khajiit ??? Genetic memory: I can’t make out if that says lactable as in the infant formula for babies, or something else.

The Prisoner: A name for all playable characters in tes, revolves around the concept of seeing past barriers formed previously (the prison) and overcoming these obstacles to change things.

82nd Crodo: Mentioned in the redguard forums, a community in Alinor.

City of Rockcreek: In Arena, there is a city called Rockpark. A glitch in town generation happened, and the palace to Rockpark was blocked off, rendering it inaccessible. In Daggerfall, the developers referenced this glitch in ‘Ius the Animal God’ But misspelled Rockpark as ‘Rockcreek’

Atmora-Aldmeris Invasion: Not quite sure what this references, my best guess is the invasion of the Atmorans and Aldmer from their respective continents to Tamriel.

1008 weapons of rapture: 1008 or 108 is usually in reference to Cyrodill (8+1 gods), in Et’Ada, Eight Aedra, Eat the Dreamer, there is mention of 1008 weapons of rapture. This could possibly refer to the Divines, the Middle Dawn that lasted 1008 years, or perhaps 1008 literal weapons.

Thalmor UFOs: Seems to have originated on the iceberg

King Harald and Talos die at 108: There goes that numerology again

Adamantia Scroll rocket: While this seems to have originated on the iceberg once again, there is a group of tes LARPers with the shared name Adamantia

Ghartoki: Mentioned in what my beloved taught me after Vivec reads a symbol on Nerevar’s palms (possibly some sigil, scars or just reading palms). Ghartok in Ehlnofey means hand, and in the sermons it’s often associated with the word Padhome, or change.

Thalmor and Jyggalag: The Altmer are orderly so they worship Jyggalag.

Motheaters: A little song mentioned in this thread https://www.imperial-library.info/content/forum-archives-unknown-posts

Klecksographic Lyg: Another iceberg original, Klecksography is the art of making art from inkblots, essentially this is just saying how lyg was created in a fancy way

Ha-Note is Mehrunes Dagon: https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/3o0uwk/nanote_dagon/ the original theory is here, TL;DR Ha-Note, a monster born from Vivec, renamed itself ‘City-Face’ and fled to Lyg. The ‘grabbers’ grabbed it, because they can’t create things of their own and said they’d build a Hope-Tower upon it’s face. In the Commentaries of Mankar Cameron, he states Mehrunes Dagon was built from hope.

Zurin Arctus=Versidue Shae: An apparently deleted theory, mentioned only in this post debunking it https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/9rs2ad/what_were_the_motives_of_versidue_shaie/

The King’s Cough: Mentioned in Sermon 29, another name for the Thu’um

The Catalyst: The driving force that starts an Enantiomorph

Tsaescence: A tsaesci word from We ate it to become it, MK states it means it’s the Tsaesci word of “High Perception” In context, seems to mean something similar to CHIM.

Hero of Kvatch=Pelinal Whitestrake: See the Knights of the Nine DLC. (To expand further, there are many similarities between the two, force of change, knight to the emperor/empress)

Amiel Arctus: An old screen name for Michael Kirkbride

The Space Gods: Found in the last song of Pelinal and Eight Aedra Eat the Dreamer, like many things in tes, it’s Lorkhan.

Uriel V: The father of Uriel VI, tried his best to invade Akavir.

Otherkin: You are reading this on tumblr. You know what this is. MK made a lengthy forum post about how Tosh Raka hates the Otherkin for some reason.

Falmer are Hermaified: Horrible word, but there are resemblances between Hermaeus Mora’s shrines, and Falmer shrines.

Invisible Dragons: In morrowind, if you ask M’aiq about dragons, he’ll state they’re too high up to see. Or invisible

Alien Ayleids: A relic from the since deleted bethesda forums. MK wanted to have a plot twist where Ayleids were Aliens.

The insect god: Mentioned in the Adabal-a, or Morhaius’s memoirs. May be a since-retconned god, could possibly be Lorkhan due to his frequent connection with Scarabs.

Suicide Trolls: An easter egg in Oblivion, a poorly scrawled note and a troll found dead under a bridge across the bridge from Bravil.

Arkay=Arnand the Fox=Zurin Arctus: Zurin Arctus is sometimes called Arnand the Fox (Seen in where were you when the dragon broke) Shor is also represented as the fox, which makes sense since Zurin is a Shezzarine. This connects to Arkay by Malacath/Orkey/Arkay, who is a trickster god (fox like) in Nordic pantheons. Malacath also got compared to a fox once. I never said these theories were well backed up.

Dwarf-Orc theory: referring to Dumac, who is sometimes called Dumalacath, or Dumac Dwarf-Orc, suggesting he has an orcish and dwemer parents. This also may imply there are cross cultural connections between the two groups (especially when you consider the Rourken clan having Volenfell, Malacath’s hammer.), meaning Dwemer blood could still be present within Orcish clans.

Tosh Raka: The Dragon-God of the Ka’Po’Tun. Became a dragon through unknown means (possibly through Dracocrysalis?) Hates the otherkin I guess.

A worn and weathered note: A curious note from Morrowind. https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Morrowind:A_worn_and_weathered_note

TalOS: Talos is called a virus by Jubal in C0da. If you think of the Aurbis as a computer, Talos could be considered analogous to a Trojan Virus when you look at his place in the pantheon of Divines. He used the mantella to cheat-code the universe into accepting it as Lorkhan’s new heart to power the Numidium. An error occurred, and now the universe considers TalOS the new Lorkhan.

King of Worms = The Underking: Both are liches, both are undead, that’s about it. May stem from initial confusion of MK saying there were ‘multiple underkings’ when he meant there were multiple copies of the same person in the dragon break.

500 companions were dragons: the 500 mighty companions, an obscure text calls at least one of the companions a dragon, and some of the names were draconic sounding.

Dreamer can’t wake up: Straight from the mouth of MK, this might mean ‘the Godhead isn’t literal’ or it might literally mean, the universe can’t cease to be because the Godhead just stops.

#the elder scrolls #tes iceberg #Kagrenacs Journal

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scullydubois · 4 years ago

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memory-bound: a revival one-shot

Set between Rm9sbG93ZXJz & My Struggle IV, Scully moves back into the Unremarkable House after her smart home burns down and returns to an age-old ritual: coloring her hair.

T, 1.8k, fluff/domestic fluff, read on ao3 here.

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Lamp light casts shadows on the wall as Scully unpacks in a place she never thought she’d find herself again: the master bedroom she and Mulder shared for almost a decade. She lays her remaining clothes on the tribal-patterned bedspread and smirks at how little the room has changed. She expected to be put up in the guest room and was perfectly fine with that. They had rarely gotten any use out of it--she figured an inhabitant would do it some good. Imagine her shock, then, when Mulder told her he hadn’t slept in “their” room since she left. That the room was all hers.

It shouldn’t have surprised her that after a decade of a bed, he returned to what he knew upon losing what he had known. He swapped the couch he slept on for seven years for a Barcalounger. An old man needs his amenities, he joked while showing her its heat and massage functions. And she felt a gnawing in the pit of her stomach, the mark of a fool.

She salvaged what she could from the fire, but most of her Bethesda things were ruined. That soulless smart house was never worth its automated thermostat system, let alone any of its other data mines disguised as gizmos. Mulder hated it--hated it, like, wouldn’t step foot in it, and if she’s being honest, that was the only selling point for her: the shelter it offered from his incessant search for truth & his unsatisfiable conscience. This was back when she felt like that was something she needed to get away from, of course. She had wanted to settle somewhere and mean it. Now, she realizes they were settled all along.

She rests a pile of folded clothes in the crook of her arm and pulls open her old dresser. She envisioned cobwebs--maybe even a whole family of spiders--in there, but instead, a ratty New York Knicks t-shirt greets her. And a Spaceship Earth one under that, and a Wile E. Coyote one under that. Her holy trinity of Mulder t-shirts. She refused to take them when she left, though he insisted. And in protest, he hadn’t worn them. She knows this instinctively, though the lack of laundry scent confirms it. They’ve been waiting in this drawer all along, captives to Mulder’s fantasy that one day she would open it again.

Scully squeezes her eyes shut, slips the pile in next to the shirts, slams the drawer, and grabs her toiletries bag off the bed, striding into the bathroom. She can’t dwell...she can’t. She’s learned by now that regret is a state of mind that freezes her up, and there’s no being frozen, not any more.

Unzipping the bag, she lines her various products along the counter. Age-defying this, anti-aging that...sunscreen is really the only thing that’s done her any good. That, and hair dye. She keeps the others around for show.

Speaking of...she pokes at her roots, scouring the mirror for signs that yes, she could theoretically be a grandma--and she can’t say for certain that she isn’t--but to her knowledge, she’s not, and as long as no one calls her Grandma, she won’t accept the title.

She won’t accept the gray hairs, either. One day, sure, but not yet. Mulder’s not even gone gray yet, and he has years on her. She’s told him that he would look great, and that the silver fox nickname would be nothing short of perfection, but he swears that he just hasn’t lost his “natural luster” yet, that he’ll embrace the gray when (if!) it comes.

Scully’s not been so lucky, though it doesn’t show. She’s been coloring her hair every three weeks since she was twenty-eight to keep the ravishing red. She’ll never forget when Mulder realized it wasn’t her natural color...the way his eyes widened as he moved between her legs…

It’s not as if he didn’t know; her mousy auburn had been on full display when they first met, and yet he’d gotten so used to seeing her as she is that it slipped his mind that she hadn’t always been that way. And once they moved in together--in this very bathroom, actually--he loved to help her with the coloring process, was as fascinated by it as the prospect of alien-human hybrids.

She chooses the tube of Rock it Like a Redhead dye from her product line-up, looks at her reflection. It’s been five--no, six--nearing seven--years since she performed this ritual in this room. She glances down, and sure enough, the tile still bears a rust-colored stain from one of her sessions gone wrong. It makes her smile...she has a history here. They have a history here.

She sighs. For old time’s sake, she might as well...she’s found herself thinking that a lot lately.

Her old robe--her usual attire for the occasion--fell victim to the fire, but she’s got a good substitute in mind. She pads back into the bedroom and plucks the Wile E. Coyote shirt from the drawer. It’s black, hopefully that will hide any stains. Her slacks are too damn expensive to risk an accident, so she briefly considers stripping to her panties before settling on a pair of gym shorts.

Her get-up in place, she grabs a few clips from her bag and pins her hair up in four sections. This is one of the reasons she got her chop; her long hair was sexy, but it was a bitch trying to cover all those layers. Plus, Mulder is fond of “the Scully shag” as he calls it, though she corrects him every time (it’s not a shag Mulder, it’s a bob!). It reminds him of their firsts, she imagines. It’s almost as if the longer her hair got, the further apart they drifted. And once they were okay again, it was imperative that she bear her neck to him...show him the place where his lips should land.

She decides to stand in the shower (water off, of course) so any mess can be rinsed away. She wonders, suddenly, if the square mirror they used to keep is still suctioned to the glass interior. It’ll be hard to do this alone if it’s not.

She peeks in, and it’s not there, and that must be the only thing in this house Mulder has moved. Figures. She slips off her shoes and grabs the applicator and dye tube. She’ll do the best she can, then use the bathroom mirror to make any touch-ups.

Scully steps into the shower. Its characteristic lemon scent is gone, and that makes her sad. It used to be a welcome change from the antiseptic hospital smell she dealt with all day. Wielding her tools, she starts at her roots, spreading the dye along her scalp with expert precision. Surely this counts as a workout--it takes a lot of energy to hold your arms over your head for this long. Will her Fitbit calculate how many calories she’s burning, she wonders?

She’s just started a new strand when a gentle rap echoes through the wall.

“Scully?” Mulder’s voice rings from outside the bedroom. She pulled the door slightly shut when she entered.

“Come in!” she calls. “In the bathroom.”

She hears footsteps in the adjacent room, then a hesitant breath as Mulder pauses at the doorway. “Are you decent?”

Scully looks down at herself. What a picture. “I’m in a Wile E. Coyote t-shirt and gym shorts. Does that answer your question?”

Mulder shuffles in, smirking at the sight of her through the open shower door. “What are you doing?”

She points to the crown of her head--which is already well within his field of vision--so she’s not sure why he needed to ask the question.

“Well, I see that,” Mulder concedes, “but I mean, why are you hunched over in here like you’re hoping to grow a third arm?”

Scully shrugs. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“That’s just as lame as ‘boys will be boys,’ and you know it,” he counters, remembering a spirited lecture she once gave him on the misogynist undertones of the phrase. Scully smirks. They had that conversation years ago...post-William, pre-Bahamas. She’s surprised that it stuck with him.

She tilts her chin in a way that makes Mulder certain she’d have her hands on her hips if they weren’t occupied. “What do you suggest?” she challenges.

“Let me help you,” he proposes before she can launch a protest. His sneaker’s rubber sole meets the shower tile as he slips in beside her. The wall is cold against her elbow as she scoots back to make room for him.

“I’m fine. I’ve been doing this on my own for years, and I was long before you.”

“But now you have me,” he professes. “Here. Right now,” he clarifies, not meaning to label their as-yet undefined relationship status.

Their eyes meet, and Scully’s hit with the last time the two of them were in here--her legs around his waist, his hands sliding through her hair, droplets that couldn’t be placed as shower water, sweat, or tears. Her spine straightens against the very wall where she was pinned. Times change, yet they don’t. History repeats itself in a slightly different key.

“When I was younger, I did this because I liked the color,” she tells him, finishing a section and lowering her hands. “Now, I do it out of necessity. It’s sad, Mulder.” She juts her lower lip out in a faux pout. “We’re getting old.”

He would hug her, but he’d mess up her hair and it would be a whole thing. “Hey, I’ll be pushing your wheelchair with my wheelchair, remember?” he says, taking her slip into sentimentality as permission.

Scully nods, the delicate memories of years past bringing a slight frown to her face.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asks, raising to her tiptoes, then lowering again. Her eyes twinkle.

“Of course.”

She offers him the tube of dye, looks up at him with a smile.

“Can you get right here?” She points to a spot right above her temple, one she could definitely reach herself if she wanted to.

Mulder admires her. His woman, back in his old t-shirt and all. He plants his lips on her temple, breathing her in. No matter what she says about aging or being old, he’ll never believe her. She is as she was back then: the only semblance of peace he’s ever known.

He pulls away to meet her gaze, his voice warm and smooth. “Is that about where you want it?”

Scully grins. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

#this might be the only revival fic i ever write & i really enjoyed it #a chance to reflect and take a trip down memory lane <3 #the x-files #txf #txf fic #mine #todayinfic

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ragequitezekielrants · 4 months ago

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Bethesda: The Art of Releasing Broken Games and Calling It Innovation

Alright, it’s time to take a stroll down memory lane, but this isn’t a happy memory. It’s more like a nightmare I can’t wake up from—a tribute to Bethesda, the illustrious game publisher known for their uncanny ability to release games that are as broken as the promises they make. You’d think after all these years, they’d have learned something. Spoiler alert: they haven’t.

Let’s start with the Elder Scrolls series, shall we? I mean, what’s not to love about a game where you can literally steal a person’s pants right off them while they’re talking to you? Truly a hallmark of “immersion.” You ever tried to walk down a street in Skyrim? Good luck dodging the army of invisible NPCs, teleporting guards, and horses that can defy the laws of physics. And don’t even get me started on the famous “I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow to the knee” line. Great voice acting there, guys. So good that it became a meme before the game even hit its first patch.

And let’s not forget about Fallout. Ah, the post-apocalyptic wasteland where you can take on the role of a vault dweller, battling mutated freaks and... oh, what’s this? Glitches galore! Want to walk into a building? Forget it. You’re just as likely to phase through the walls as you are to find a raider waiting to shoot you in the face. I can’t even count how many times I’ve seen someone stuck in a wall or NPCs having full-blown conversations with themselves like they just dropped their last brain cell into a puddle of radioactive goo. “Yeah, this is fine,” I think, as I watch the game unfold like a poorly written sitcom.

And the bugs! Oh, the bugs. I’m not talking about the creepy crawlies in the wasteland or dragons flying through the sky in Skyrim. I’m talking about the bugs that make you question your life choices. When your character suddenly decides to moonwalk into the stratosphere after taking a sip of Nuka-Cola, it really makes you appreciate the artistry involved. Who needs polished gameplay when you can have the sheer joy of watching your character literally fly off the map? It’s like they forgot to build a game and instead just built a sandbox for players to break in their own special ways.

Then there’s Fallout 76, which, let’s be real, deserves its own special section in this rant. If you thought the previous Fallout titles were a dumpster fire, then 76 is the raging inferno with marshmallows roasting over it. How do you mess up a game about exploring a post-apocalyptic world and make it feel even more empty than the actual apocalypse? By removing NPCs, of course! Because who needs engaging storytelling when you can have a barren wasteland full of “quests” that feel like they were pulled from a bad online forum? Ah, yes, nothing says “immersive role-playing experience” like reading notes left behind by people who actually knew what a game should look like.

And can we take a moment to appreciate how Bethesda tried to sell us on the idea that multiplayer in Fallout 76 was going to be revolutionary? News flash: no one wanted to play with strangers in a game designed around single-player storytelling. The only thing 76 did was remind everyone how badly Bethesda misjudged their audience. Watching people attempt to interact in that game was like watching a group of toddlers trying to figure out how to stack blocks. Spoiler: it doesn’t end well.

You want to know the best part? They released Fallout 76 with a $200 collector’s edition, and it came with a bag that was so poorly made that fans rioted over it. Because nothing screams “premium product” quite like a flimsy bag that looks like it was made from the leftover material of a discount Halloween costume. Good job, guys! You’ve managed to turn a beloved franchise into a punchline and a meme factory. “You had one job,” I mutter to myself as I watch another Bethesda game unravel like a cheap sweater.

And let’s talk about their bug fixes. Oh boy. The legendary “patches” that somehow manage to fix one thing while breaking five others. I’ve seen less chaotic systems in a toddler’s toy box. They could announce they’re rolling out a “major patch” to fix the game, and all I could do was sit back and wait for the inevitable chaos to unfold. “We fixed the freezing issues!” they cheer. “Great!” I respond. “Now I can enjoy the game while it crashes every fifteen minutes!”

And yet, somehow, despite all of this, Bethesda continues to thrive. They put out games that launch in a state worse than a train wreck, and people still line up to buy whatever garbage they’re selling next. “Starfield is going to be great!” they say. “This time they’ve really learned their lesson!” Sure, buddy. I’m sure they’ve learned absolutely nothing at all. If the launch of Starfield doesn’t turn out to be another catastrophic failure, I’ll eat my hat. Or my console. Probably my console.

So here’s my advice: if you’re thinking about buying a Bethesda game, save yourself the trouble. Just buy yourself a pack of gum, a used toaster, and a bunch of random junk. At least then you’ll get something that doesn’t crash, glitch, or drive you to the brink of insanity. You’ll have a better time cleaning your bathroom with a toothbrush than you will playing their latest masterpiece.

Until next time, stop playing bad games.

– Ezekiel

#video games #game review #rage bait #cringe #lolcow #nerd #game rants

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44gamez · 1 year ago

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Top 10 Best Free Games to Play on Steam

With all the cash spent on presents and Christmas paraphernalia, why received’t you attempt Steam video games that may value you completely nothing? Listed here are 10 of one of the best free Steam video games you'll be able to play at present. In fact, that is all subjective, so don’t decide up the pitchforks simply but.

Apex Legends

Picture: Respawn Leisure Let’s begin sturdy with one of the standard video games at present. Apex Legends wants no introduction, it's that standard. You get to decide on a Legend and make one of the best out of its skills to win matches. Whether or not you select to play in Battle Royale or Arenas, the quantity of motion you get to see in every spherical is past astonishing. Additionally, in case you are a fan of the Titanfall sequence, then you will note some cameos and even get pleasure from fully-fledged Legends to play. Lastly, the care that the devs have given this sport all the best way to season 19 is admirable, making it an ideal nominee for Ongoing Sport for the 2023 The Sport Awards.

Counter-Strike 2

Picture: Valve In my nation, taking part in the basic Counter-Strike on web cubicles the place you pay by the hour and use a LAN connection to shoot one another is kind of like a ceremony of passage. The codes we screamed at one another to disclose the enemy’s location and the quantity of laughter every time a workforce received are recollections which might be merely unforgettable. Then CS: GO got here and made me revive the outdated recollections — and I grew to become obsessive about Gun Sport, my favourite FPS sport mode of all time. And now, Counter-Strike 2 is accessible for all of you with up to date and fairly spectacular graphics and the identical enjoyable as all the time. Merely put, Counter-Strike in all its iterations is a should for all of you who need to be a part of online game historical past.

Future 2

Picture: Bungie Now, I do know that Future 2 might be one sport which will obtain a number of criticism as a consequence of how overwhelming it could possibly get — and as a consequence of current controversies — however in case you come up with the system, it's a nice and enjoyable on-line first-person shooter. It takes some time to degree up and it is best to maybe make investments a little bit of your each day time to benefit from the hardest challenges, the most important weapons, and the armor items the sport has to supply, however I can't stress sufficient how fulfilling it's to unlock a brand new milestone within the sport. Sure, there may be a number of content material to atone for, however simply be affected person and you'll be rewarded. I consider the free-to-play content material is sufficient so that you can make up your thoughts in case you are prepared to speculate time on this sport, so that you can provide it a attempt proper after you end studying this checklist.

DOTA 2

Picture: Valve To be trustworthy, it might be a criminal offense to not embrace DOTA 2 on this checklist. I do know, it isn’t the best sport to study and its total complexity and studying curve could really feel like an unimaginable sport to understand. Nonetheless, similar to studying a brand new language, the secret's to only follow it with native audio system. Sure, that implies that it's worthwhile to suck to have the ability to stay to talk DOTA 2 one other day, and ultimately suck, however a bit bit much less. Subsequent factor you already know, you could be an energetic a part of one of the necessary and worthwhile e-sports scene on this planet. What an absolute gem Blizzard misplaced, what a disgrace.

Fallout Shelter

Picture: Bethesda Sport Studios Online game spinoffs are oftentimes a coin toss with reward on one facet and absolute failure on the opposite. Nonetheless, who would have thought {that a} base-building sport comparable to Fallout Shelter would turn into as standard because it has and, in response to some, even outshine a number of the principal Fallout video games — yeah, you already know which of them. Not a clear slate with reference to controversies, however Fallout Shelter has remained an incredible sport to cross the time if you are not coping with big mutant cockroaches trying to kill all of your inhabitants. Now, I must improve my energy era, once more, so excuse me.

Marvel Snap

Picture: Second Dinner Studios, Inc. With this entry, I’m in a bit little bit of a dichotomy. On one hand, I’m a giant Marvel fan. On the opposite, I’m not too keen on collectible card video games usually, not to mention video video games. Nonetheless, to say that the Marvel Snap phenomenon made an incredible preliminary impression on the gaming panorama can be an enormous understatement. It's marketed as a fast-paced collectible card sport and the gameplay justifies it with intense card showdowns the place a number of variations and area benefits will decide which participant has essentially the most energy out of the 2. Successful rounds on this sport is addicting, and unlocking your favourite Marvel characters alongside their different customs is gratifying and nearly blissful. Create your excellent deck of playing cards with Marvel Snap.

PUBG: Battlegrounds

Picture: KRAFTON, Inc. PUBG: Battlegrounds can also be one in every of Steam’s massive three. With a concurrent variety of avid gamers taking part in, PUBG is a must-try for each participant that needs to know a bit extra concerning the historical past of battle royale video games, which this sport managed to popularize — Fortnite then got here in and, nicely, you already know what occurred. But once more, this sport is intense and rewarding, and though I haven’t eaten a Rooster Dinner, I’m nonetheless wanting ahead to the day that being extraordinarily dangerous at video video games turns into a talent and is rewarded by online game devs. Within the meantime, let’s maintain taking pictures in a sport that doesn’t depend on constructing constructions like a maniac and focuses on aiming and quick reflexes. Or a minimum of that’s what it’s purported to be — personally, I couldn’t say.

Path of Exile

Picture: Grinding Gear Video games Are you seeking to play a basic dungeon crawler that's thought-about by many because the truthful religious successor to Diablo 4 however don’t really feel like investing cash within the newest Diablo sport — which has been getting higher since its launch? Then Path of Exile is a wonderful sport for you, and for everybody, to be trustworthy. This sport is simply a wonderful tribute to a franchise that has suffered from many controversies since, nicely, Diablo 2 got here out. Not solely is the Path of Exile a wonderful different, however it's a 10-year sport that due to its content material and gameplay, is the final word dungeon crawling expertise in response to many style aficionados. Associated: 46 finest Steam Deck video games to play proper now

Crew Fortress 2

Picture: Valve Let’s be trustworthy. Should you haven’t performed a minimum of one Crew Fortress 2 spherical in your life, then what are you doing right here? This sport is a basic that each one gamers — no matter their preferences — ought to attempt a minimum of as soon as of their lifetime. A personality multiplayer FPS, TF2 is a sport that has been critically acclaimed for greater than 15 years and plenty of contemplate it to be the best sport of all time. Now, whereas my Ocarina of Time could chuckle at that evaluation, the quantity of enjoyable I’ve loved in King of the Hill, Seize the Flag, or Payload makes me marvel if I’m a bit biased whereas assessing this sport. Be that as it might, simply give it a go. I imply, it’s free!

The Sims 4

Picture: Maxis If there's a sport franchise that I’ve been taking part in for a very long time, then The Sims would take the spot. I do know, the sheer quantity of DLC content material is loopy, however it’s enjoyable attending to simulate a whole life with out saying a phrase aside from mumbles and a wierd simlish language that I’m certain if I attempt to emulate in actual life would find yourself with a number of devilish entities and Lovecraftian monsters dwelling in my home rent-free. Anyway, the sport is enjoyable, what can I say? You will be something you want, and on this sport, you truly get to make {that a} actuality! Okay, that was savage, however isn’t it true, although? Effectively, what a strategy to end this checklist, huh? And there you go! I might say that you would spend just a few of your Vacation bucks on these video games, however since they're free, I suppose you would make investments a few of your Vacation minutes (?) making an attempt what may turn into one in every of your favourite video games. All of that with out spending a penny. I name that an incredible deal! Wish to play some superior Steam video games however past the “free” tag? Verify our checklist right here. Read the full article

#free #Games #Play #Steam #top

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