#like with addiction to games like candy crush

[powerfulkicks]

fucccccckkkkkk i really need to write that octet video essay that's been percolating in my head for years

[beecampbell]

people ask me what games i play besides the sims and it's always like... listen i play a lot of games, but you expect certain things that i cannot give you. never touched stardew valley, but have you ever heard of mahjong?

[what-even-is-thiss]

If you’ve never been addicted to mobile games it’s difficult to understand why someone would spend money on that.

As someone who used to spend money on mobile games to the point where I couldn’t afford soap once, those people don’t want to be spending that money.

Before I quit I spent a lot of my time thinking about idle games and spending money on it made me feel like I was making progress and it felt like I was escaping the mental trench I’d fallen into. In reality I was just digging myself in further. It’s a lot like gambling. You’re chasing the hope of good brain chemical releases even when you don’t get it.

Eventually I had to erase all games on my phone and take a break from video games altogether. I’m in a much better place now and I no longer play idle games and I can safely play candy crush without spending money now.

But like. I see people asking how someone could be stupid enough to spend money on candy crush. I know. It’s a compulsive behavior you can’t stop doing even when you want to.

It starts with thinking I’ll just do it this one time. And then that mental barrier is broken. It’s a lot easier to spend money then. And these apps work really hard to wear down your impulse control.

[cosmerelists]

Favorite Video Game Genres of Cosmere Characters

As requested by @thesternest :)

1. Silence

Silence: Don't know why, really, but I like casual games, games that are just like real life. Silence: Something about doing your daily life, but in game form--very relaxing. William Anne: Uh, mama? I think "Silent Hill" is a survival-horror game. Silence: It is? How so?

2. Marasi

Marasi: [Looks around nervously] Marasi: I...well, I like first-person shooters. Marasi: I-I just like to pretend I'm in the Roughs, like Wax! Marasi: I don't want to be Wax in real life or anything, but...it can be fun in a game!

3. Dalinar

Dalinar: In real life, war is a terrible necessity. Dalinar: In games, war is fun. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I like tactical RPGs.

4. Vin

Vin: Huge fan of platform games. Vin: Jumping from ledge to ledge, controlling my speed and trajectory, occasionally swinging from hooks or managing double jumps... Vin: It's just like moving through the city as a Mistborn! Elend: Your high-score is RIDICULOUS, Vin! Vin: I'm also REALLY good at it.

5. Yumi

Yumi: I wasn't allowed video games for a long time, but now that I can play them... Yumi: [eyes sparking] I've become a HUGE fan of visual novels! Yumi: It's like Seasons of Regret, only *I* can be the one making the choices!

6. Leshwi

Leshwi: Like many Fused and Singers, I find myself quite taken with Rhythm games. Leshwi: Now that it is no longer appropriate for me to fight the Windrunners, I do like to challenge them to Dance Dance Revolution instead. Kaladin: OH COME ON I DEFINITELY HAD THAT Leshwi: I always win.

7. Steris

Steris: I used to think games were a waste of time, but then Wax introduced me to these construction simulators. Steris: My city is a paradise with excellent infrastructure, logical layout, and plenty of greenspace. Wayne: You should try to mod that makes a tsunami hit your city! Steris: Oh please, I beat that mod yesterday on my first try.

8. Navani

Navani: Recently, I've gotten into Tower Defense games. Sibling: I can defend myself, thank you very much.

9. Vivenna

Vivenna: Love a good roguelike. Vivenna: It's something about trying it over and over again until you're perfect. Vivenna: The victory is sooo sweet when you've worked hard to achieve it, dying many times. Siri: Oh me too!! I especially like Hades--the art is AMAZING. Vivenna: (scoffs) You mean a rogue-lite? Siri: I'm telling you--you should try one! Getting powerups in between runs is pretty sweet. Vivenna: Hedging out a difficult victory after hours of blood, sweat and tears is also fun! Siri: If you say so...

10. Lightsong

Lightsong: Soooo addicted to Candy Crush. Lighsong: Can't even tell you why. Llarimar: Perhaps your divine eye is drawn to the bright colors. Lightsong: Whatever makes you feel better, Scoot.

11. Adolin

Adolin: Lately I've become completely engrossed with life simulators. Adolin: I make my character get up, make breakfast, go to work, go on dates, learn the piano... Adolin: WHY IS IT SO ADDICTING?? Shallan: This may be a sign that your actual life is incredibly stressful and the allure of a simple, daily life is drawing you in? Adolin: No, that doesn't sound right... Shallan: You want to date a bisexual vampire? Adolin: ...That could be it.

12. Rlain

Rlain: I'm quite taken with these cozy farming games. Rlain: You just build a nice farm, meet the villagers, explore around. Renarin: Rlain, please, it's been six hours! Rlain: Just one more day...

13. Tress

Tress: I've been enjoying survival games! Tress: It's fun to gather and cook and build a base! Tress: A little bit unrealistic, because the rain doesn't make anything explode, but I guess they wanted to make it easier than real life, not harder.

14. Shallan

Shallan: It has to be MMOs for me. Shallan: I like a game where I can do pretty much anything I want. Shallan: Advance the story, collect every type of mushroom, fill in the whole map... Shallan: Plus, I like leveling every class and giving each one their own outfit and personality. Veil: You named the rogue after me, I see. Shallan: It's a compliment.

15. Kelsier

Kelsier: There's only one type of game for me: and that's a game where the name of the, uh, game is survival. Kelsier: And I especially like it when you have to survive as a team. Kelsier: Especially against great odds--like lots and lots of real-life players. Kelsier: Yup, yup. Kelsier: It's all about Fornite for me.

[lvnleah]

010. | Insomnia and cravings

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February 22nd 2024 | 34 weeks pregnant.

The clock on the bedside table glowed beside you. You looked over to see it read 2:00 AM. You tossed and turned, breaths coming in restless huffs. At thirty-four weeks pregnant, sleep had become a luxury.

After your sickness had calmed down at around week twenty-five, you thought that the rest of your pregnancy would be smooth sailing but it wasn’t.

You’d had a few weeks of bliss but they soon ended once you turned thirty weeks. Insomnia had kicked in a few weeks ago and ever since it has stopped you from sleeping.

Every time you tried to get comfy your body started to ache. You’d get comfy, your legs would then cramp meaning you’d have to roll over, then you’d start to sweat and then you’d need to get up for a wee and repeat the vicious process all over again.

You envied Leah for the amount of sleep she was managing to get.

Frustrated, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, its light illuminating your face as you tapped at the screen. You opened Candy Crush, your new game that you were addicted to, to quiet the relentless nudging from your baby. The light from your phone, however, was not so discreet.

Leah stirred from her sleep. She blinked groggily at the bright screen, "Babe, what are you doing up?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

You sighed, laying your phone on your chest. "I can’t sleep. Finley just won’t stop kicking. It’s like he’s trying to play football against my bladder."

Leah propped herself up on one elbow, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don’t know," you admitted. "I’ve tried everything. I think I need to rearrange these pillows again."

Leah nodded, her movements slow but deliberate as she adjusted the pillows. "Maybe if we angle these differently? Or try another wedge?"

After several attempts, Leah sighed and slumped back against the headboard. “It’s not perfect, but how’s that?”

You shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. “It’s a little better, thank you. But now I’m really craving a Five Guys burger.”

Leah’s eyes widened in the dim light. She knew how intense your cravings could be, and when you mentioned something specific, it was often non-negotiable. Leah’s stomach grumbled in agreement; she hadn’t had Five Guys in ages and the idea seemed appealing, even at this hour.

“You’re serious about that burger, huh?” Leah asked with a half-smile, knowing you’d talked about five guys right before you’d fallen asleep.

You laughed softly, “I don’t know what it is. I’ve been thinking about it for hours.”

Leah sighed, as she got out of bed and slid her tracksuit bottoms on. “Okay, okay. I’ll go get you one. Besides, I’ve been craving their fries myself. They’re so addictive.”

“You’re the best, Le.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss her lips. “I really appreciate this. It’s just... I don’t know if I’d be able to sleep if I didn’t get that burger.”

“Do you want anything else with it? Maybe a milkshake or some extra fries?”

You considered it for a moment. “Actually, a milkshake sounds great. Maybe salted caramel?”

Leah grinned, already reaching for her jacket. “You’ve got it. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Try to get a little rest if you can, pretty girl.”

You nodded. “Thanks, Le. I’ll try to rest while you’re gone.”

Leah leaned over and kissed your forehead gently. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax. And if Finley starts kicking up a storm again, just think about that burger coming your way.”

With a final glance and a reassuring smile, Leah grabbed her keys from the dresser and stepped out into the cold night. The quiet streets of the neighbourhood were bathed in pale moonlight as she headed to the 24/7 Five Guys.

The trip was quicker than Leah anticipated. Soon she was back at your apartment, the scent of freshly cooked fries and a grilled burger wafting through the door before she even entered. She placed the warm bag on the nightstand with a flourish. “Mission accomplished.”

You sat up, eyes widening as you set your phone down. “You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it.”

Leah chuckled as she sat beside you on the bed. “Just lucky, I guess. I didn’t even think about it until I was halfway there, but I actually wanted a burger too. I guess cravings are contagious.”

You took a bite of the burger, savouring the juicy flavour. “It’s perfect. Thank you. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until now.”

Leah laughed, “I’m sure you’ll be out like a light once you’re done.”

You nodded as you took a bite “I hope so. Finn seems a little calmer now too. Maybe he just needed a midnight snack as well.”

Leah laughed softly. “Maybe. You should try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You nodded, settling back into your nest of pillows. Leah laid beside you, as you closed your eyes, and sleep came easily to both of you.

A few hours later, you were woken up by a little foot kicking you in the ribs. You groaned in frustration, growing uncomfortable once again, as you glanced over at the clock. This time it read 4:30 AM, meaning you hadn’t been asleep for very long.

You sighed as you looked over at Leah who was fast asleep on her stomach, jealousy fired up inside of you as you watched her sleep undisturbed.

She had it so perfect. She didn’t have two tiny feet trying to karate chop her insides keeping her up. She didn’t have the back pain and boob pain that you had. She could sleep perfectly fine.

You carefully shifted your weight, trying not to wake her, and reached for the phone you had set aside. As you tapped through your notifications, the gentle light from the screen made you wince.

Leah stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. “Pretty girl, what’re you doing awake again?”

You smiled tiredly at her. “Sorry, Finley’s just being very active. I’m trying to get comfortable, but it’s a bit of a struggle.”

Leah stretched and blinked at the faint glow from your phone. "Maybe you should try adjusting the pillows again to get comfy?"

You sighed and tried a new arrangement with the pillows, but it didn’t help much. You found yourself tossing and turning, unable to escape the discomfort. “It’s just not working! I’ve been trying for hours, and I’m so tired.”

Leah’s voice was soft. “I’m sorry that you can’t get comfy, pretty girl. I hate it when I can’t get comfy so I can’t imagine what it’s like for you while pregnant. I love being comfy and cosy”

You snapped, frustration boiling over. “Will you stop repeating the bloody word 'comfy!' It’s not working! I’m exhausted and nothing seems to help!”

Leah’s eyes widened, and she looked taken aback by your outburst. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse. I just want you to be comfortable.”

You let out a shuddering breath, trying to calm down as a few stray tears slipped. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just so tired and frustrated. Nothing seems to be working tonight. I’m aching all over, Finley’s kicking my ribs and I just want to sleep properly!”

Leah reached out and gently rubbed your back. “Okay, let’s try something different. How about I adjust the blankets and we’ll see if that helps?”

You nodded, feeling the tension slowly start to ease as Leah worked. Gradually, you found a more tolerable position. Leah settled in beside you, softly whispering, “Just breathe and relax. You’re doing great.”

“It’s just so annoying!” You groaned as you settled down into Leah’s side. “I just want to be comfortable! That’s all I want.”

“I know darling,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I so wish I could help somehow but I can’t. Only a few more weeks and then he’ll be here.”

You nodded, “I’m also banning you from the word comfy. You need a new word, woman!”

“Keira would agree,” the blonde laughed, “She hates when I use that word!”

With the new arrangement of pillows and blankets, you finally felt a sense of comfort. Exhaustion took over, and despite the restlessness, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, Leah’s arms wrapped and you and your bump.

[rachalixie]

a/n: min told me that he had nightmares so i had to write about making him feel better

it takes you longer than you want to admit to notice it - the fact that minho doesn’t sleep in front of you. 

you don’t get it at first. you’ve slept together, in the same bed, and yet as you comb through your mind for any memory of a sleeping minho you can’t find any. 

he’s always awake when you wake up. either he’s propped up on one elbow, watching the planes of your face as you slowly rise from whatever dream you were having of him, or he’s up in the kitchen making breakfast. sometimes you catch him playing a game on his phone next to you, but he denies it and says he was reading the news. i can’t be seen getting addicted to candy crush again, he would claim, locking his phone so fast that you couldn’t catch more than a glimpse. 

but it stands - you haven’t seen him sleep. even with the amount of times you’ve laid over him and fallen asleep pressed against him, he’s never done the same. and you’re only realizing this now because his head is on your lap and he’s drowsy from the way you’re scratching gently at his scalp with your fingers and all you can think about is that it’s happening. 

his brown eyes are hidden by his rapidly lowering lids, the slivers of white getting smaller and smaller until they’re completely covered. his breath evens out and he slumps that much further into your lap and you don’t even want to move just in case. you keep your breathing even, you don't let your legs twitch even when they begin to fall asleep under his weight. you don’t want to ruin this blatant display of trust that he’s showing you. 

but as it turns out, you don’t have to. it happens on his own, starting with a hitch of his breath and the frantic movements of his eyes under his lids. it’s when he lets out a heartbreakingly small whimper that you realize - he’s having a nightmare. 

you tentatively move your hand back to his hair, hoping that the action that comforted him before would do it again. he relaxes almost immediately at your touch and you sigh, both in relief and worry. 

he wakes not long after, wide eyes opening and pink lips parted in a yawn that is so cute that you can’t help but coo at him. he scrunches up his nose in distaste, but his pink ears betray how much he likes it when you find him cute. 

“is that why you don’t let me see you sleep?” you ask, keeping your voice soft as if he’s a cornered kitten that you don’t want to spook. “you don’t want me to see that you’re having nightmares?”

“yes,” he says, surprising you with how readily he provided an answer. he never stops surprising you like that, you really don’t know what to expect from him until he acts. you love that about him. 

“baby,” you smile down at him to where he’s still curled up in your lap. “you know you don’t have to hide these things from me. i want to know everything about you, i’m selfish like that. let me.”

“i didn’t want to worry you,” he starts, trailing off a bit. “but you. being here. it helps.”

“then i’ll never stop being here.”

and so it happens again. and again. until it becomes kind of a routine - he’ll curl up on your lap like the cat you know he wishes he was and will blink up at you until your hand moves to his head. at some point it becomes second nature for you, your fingers gravitating towards his hair before you even have to think. 

and every time your fingers still, he whimpers a little in his sleep, stirring just enough for you to realize and start your ministrations again. every time he wakes up it’s with a smile, and he mumbles a thank you and presses a kiss to your fingers. 

you don’t know how to tell him he doesn’t need to thank you. you don’t know how to show him that you’re not doing something for him, you’re doing it for both of you. you don’t know how to reveal to him that the way he trusts you with his vulnerability makes your heart catch fire. 

so, you just keep up your routine. he’ll learn, eventually, what it means to you. 

[hellcatinnc]

How the Men Of Love And Deepspace Would Be On Being Fathers

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fathers, daddys, pregnancy, baby daddys, babies, baby rooms, morning sickness, fluff, love and deepspace, zayne, xavier, rafayel, lamaze, birth, pregnancy test, flirty, kuudere

Word Count: 2,292

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Zayne

That moment when you show up at the hospital and he is in between surgeries. He has been there for over 24 hours now with all the wrecks of recently but you just can't wait to tell him. You let his nurses know to tell him that you will be waiting in the cafeteria until he has a moment. A couple hours have gone by and your play candy crush or one of your other addictive mobile games this week it might just be the new game that came out "Love and Deepspace". ;)

After time has passed you happen to look up yawning its nearly 9pm cafeteria hours are almost up but you see a shadow out of the corner of your eye. He is grabbing a few croissants and a few sweet treats then walks over at the table and sits down in front of you. Same Zayne you have always loved even though its hard to know what he is thinking you know he loves you in the little things he does for you. Like the fact he had already slid across the table your favorite pastry and coffee and he didn't even ask, he has been with you long enough to just get them now.

You take a deep breath then look at him "You're going to be a daddy!" You are so used to no expression so you expect it you just happen to tell him when he was sipping his coffee and he started coughing, it had gone down the wrong way because the moment he heard that he breathed in the liquid. After a few moments it took and he got his composure he looked back up at you. "I thought we been using protection and pills, you been on pills right?" You nod yes "Sometimes they aren't all full proof, you're a doctor you should know that."

He looks at you then sighs, "Well you know we financially can afford it but we will have to look for a bigger place and then balance our bank account and see what we need to take out each month on what we are going to buy for the baby's room. Then there is the care after they are born......" He trails off on this logic train you lean over put your finger to his lips "Shhh, honey lets take one day at a time. For now its to be happy that we are going to have a little one together. Tomorrow on we can think about the logics but for now lets just be happy. I mean you are happy right?" He nods yes, you know he is just freaking out under it all but you wouldn't expect it any other way than him trying to plan ahead to make sure you and the baby is taken care of.

He always goes out of his way to make sure you are safe and secure and he wants to do the same for you during your pregnancy right on into having the baby. You two think differently however this ride you will be on having a baby you will teach him to breathe and feel the baby kick, and he will be there making sure your lined up for the best daycares and have just enough diapers when you come home from the hospital. He doesn't always tell you how he feels but the next 9 months he will be the man who brings you home lotions to give your feet massage from where they are swelling due to water weight in the pregnancy. He will pick up you prescription on his way home for lunch for your prenatal. He is there holding your hair out of the way when you have morning sickness in the toilet. He helps you decorate the baby room with a more clean look to it but not to childish but with name brand stuff in the room.

The day the baby is born it will be induced earlier since he was able to get one day off the clock to be there for you in the emergency room. He will be there holding your hand as you push. Because he is a doctor you won't have to worry about him being squeamish. He is there when they cut the ambilocal cord and he is the first one with his baby in his arms. Its a little girl looking up at her daddy in that moment you see a smile curl up on his face. If no one else can get an expression from him the moment he sees her she melts his icy demeaner and thats how she will always be wrapping her daddy around her little fingers.

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Rafayel

You show up at his art studio day and you wanted to surprise him with lunch because he has a habit getting caught up in his artwork and sometimes forgets to eat. You step inside and see him painting away and don't want to startle him so you go sit on the couch and set up a little lunch picnic on the table for him. He happens to look back at one point sees you there and heads over to you walking over leaning in and kissing your lips first as he gives you a playful smile. "This looks amazing, also you look absolutely radiant today. Something new about you darling?" No sooner than he says that you think your sweet Raffy has been in tune with your emotions and feelings from the very start so doesn't surprise you that he can already tell your pregnant even though he doesn't know he can still notice the differences in changes in your appearance.

You nod yes as you pull out a box from your purse and hand it to him. Well Raffy loves getting gifts from you but he hadn't expected what was to come. Its a longer box so he is kind of surprised but smiles wide at you as he opens the box. He pushes the paper aside to see a pregnancy test sitting in the box. He flopped down in the chair and has a shocked look on his face. He starts to smile and looks up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes. "You.... Y-ou mean......I'm..I'm going to be a d-daddy?" His cute stutter was precious but with his actions, the tears in his eyes you knew you had picked the perfect partner to have a family with and spend your life with. You reach over wiping his tears out of his eyes and kiss him softly. "Yes my love, your going to be a daddy." He starts to chuckle a bit then gives you that sheepish smile he knows he did well to get you pregnant and you can see that gleam in his eyes he is proud of himself.

He is there every step of the way, you thought he was clingy before you haven't seen anything. He will make sure everything is done though, he will make food for you and keep the house cleaned up. Even though he is normally a messy person he refuses to be the reason you fall and get hurt or hurt the baby. He is sitting beside you in morning sickness wiping your face with a cool rag and handing you water in between getting sick so that you are keeping hydrated. He is all about going out shopping for baby stuff like cute rompers, and he will find little baby paint brush sets that look like paint brushes but are rattles instead. He will decorate the baby room by painting cute baby stuff all around the room. He will paint a underwater theme he did it with more of a kid friendly feel to match the rest of the baby room.

He is set and ready to go. Those 9 months are just not gonna go by fast enough for him. He is super excited and can't wait to meet his offspring. You will go to lamaze classes with him and sign up for a midwife to do a water birth. So the day you go in labor he will have the midwife on speed dial on his phone so that she can get over there and give birth to your child in the garden tub you have in the bathroom. No matter how much Rafayel tries to keep it together he gets dizzy at one point and looks away but refuses to leave your side. He holds your hand through it all no matter how much you scream at him he doesn't leave. When his daughter cries for the first time he is in tears looking down at his sweet little baby. First words out of his mouth is "I love my baby girl and thank you darlin for giving us such a beautiful family." Now its time for selfie time he will take a 100 of photos of you and him and the baby before the nights even over because he will be so proud. He will take care of everything while you recover after birth for the next couple weeks.

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Xavier

You sent him a text seeing if he was home and awake. When you got a response back he asked you if you wanted to come up and make them some pancakes. You agree because you know he is better on a full stomach and well rested so this would be the perfect time to tell him. You get up to his apartment and even though normally he doesn't get too excited when it comes to food he is all in ready for it. So you decide to get creative and after you make the pancakes you draw with the syrup the word daddy on the pancakes well that didn't work. No sooner than you sat the plate in front of him he jumped right into eating didn't even notice the words in syrup. You sit across the table and you sigh of course now you have to go a different route.

"Honey, have you ever thought about having kids?" The moment he hears you say this he almost chokes on his pancakes then looks up at you like you have got to be kidding. I mean sure have you ever thought Xavier would be good daddy material, probably not but hey its going to happen your pregnant and he is your boyfriend. He gives you that curious stare he likes to give like he is trying to figure out if your pulling his chain or if your serious. "I can't say I have." He says in a hurry but then goes back to eating like you had interfered with his enjoyment. You look directly at him put your hand on his hand as he looks up at you. "Well we are going to be having a baby, I'm pregnant!" He just stares at you like he is trying to figure out how to address this.

He sits there eating as he does so in silence like he is trying to figure out what to do next. You sit there uncomfortable thinking that he doesn't want you and the baby now. After some time he finishes his breakfast then grabs your hand and walks you to the bed. Pulls you onto it and into his arms where he wraps his arms around you. "I'm not prepared, nor am I ready. I have never wanted kids or even thought about them. However I feel for you like no one else, so lets see where this takes us." He made you happy in that moment, yeah sure he isn't over the moon but he is also still staying by your side through it all. He goes to the doctors appointments with you and finds out you are having a girl he had no performance thought.

You two went to appointments and he asked alot of questions. Went to help you get baby stuff for the house and he asked you to move in with him so that you two could be there through out the pregnancy. Whenever you got sick with morning sickness he would teleport you to the hospital. When it came to picking out baby furniture he just wanted the items to either be accented in stars or lights or both. He strung all the lights himself so that you dont have to do alot of work he wanted you to lay low while he did most everything so that your pregnancy stay healthy.

When it came the day you were to give birth you woke up from a sound sleep. So as he realized you were in labor he teleported you to the hospital. He wanted to be in the room with you but the moment they told you to push and the baby was crowning he got nauseated and passed out. When he woke up the baby was already laying in your arms. He crawled on to the hospital bed cuddling up to you watching you talk to you two's little girl. He looked down at her "She is so precious". you could tell he was interested in her even if he acted like he wasn't. When you got home you realized he had someone there cleaning up so you could focus on you and the baby. He still couldn't believe he was. He cuddled you two for a few hours and then he went and laid his head against you as you both snuggled up and pulled a bassinet next to you to put your baby in as he held you the rest of the night so you could get rest after the long day as well you felt safe.

[slippinninque]

🍬Sweet Tooth 🍫

Fontaine develops the sweetest addiction

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Content: fluff, crushing, cursing, mentions of smoking weed, long fic, ramblings, supersoft!fontaine maybe?

It was a way to get closer to you at first. You were a little skittish, but genuinely sweet in a way that was almost fascinating.

Every morning and every other afternoon he would run into you at the liquor store. Your arms filled with bags of gummies, chocolates, sour-stripes as you whispered a greeting to him as you slipped past him.

If speaking with others you knew, your melodic voice drifted over the rows of junk and juice until it hit him. Fontaine often lingered in a nearby section to listen to the clear ring of your voice.

He'd see you often walking the Glenn. You had a good, confidant stride but he hoped you carried some heat on you since he's seen you wandering at just about all hours.

He wanted to know who you were, what you liked besides all that damn candy and juice. Fontaine liked the way you laughed, he respected the easy banter you had with Frog and how you always happen to have a Milkyway waiting for the old head.

He spent weeks trying to figure out what the best way to approach you until it hit him one day at a red light.

"You got somthin' sweet?"

He was sure to ask the next time he saw you. Fontaine held his breath as you stilled, eyes darting around before settling in his face. He caught you when you down the street from the corner store, the sun just beginning to lay down for the evening.

"Um, do you like, um...gummy worms? Or-or maybe...here."

Fontaine held out his hand and you jerkily deposited a few Werthers hard candies into his palm.

"I hope they don't stick to your teeth, um, they're very nice lookin'," You cleared your throat before scurrying past him, "Haveagoodone!"

Watching you hurry off, Fontaine tucked the candy away for later as his mind wandered.

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As time moved on, the more Fontaine engaged with you the more at ease you became. Candy wasn't the only middle ground he could meet you at, turns out.

The day he asked to give you his number was the same day he smelled the horrible grass he caught you smoking during one of your encounters

"I don't care if I gotta meet you by a dumpster, call me and I'll come drop it off to you. Smokin' that shit like it's okay..."

You mostly had him meet you at the grocery store or when you're going for a walk in the park. These interactions quickly became the highlight of his bi-weekly schedule.

"I can give you a lift." Fontaine offered in a familiar fashion once the exchange was done, already knowing your answer.

"No thank you," You said, faithfully, "I like the walk."

"And how is the walk today?"

"I think there could be a few more clouds, but it'll do for now."

Fontaine tsked as he joined you in looking up at the sky, "I bet they're waitin' up ahead on you--I ain't gonna keep you, so here..."

He reached out slowly and while your eyes watched his every move, you didn't stop him. Fontaine pressed a few strawberry Creme Savors hard candies into your palm and folded your fingers down with his own.

"I don't know if you tried this flavor, but I saw 'em and thought you'd like 'em."

Fontaine gave your hand a gentle squeeze before leaving you to your evening walk. You stared after him and then continued on, just wondering how he was so spot on.

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Wasn't long after that when Fontaine came out the Coney to a bag of peppermint squished beneath his windshield wiper. It was then he knew the game was on.

He wriggled a long stick of Laffy Taffy in the spokes of your bike's wheels when he saw it outside the Post Office. You hung a bag of cotton candy from his sideview mirror while he was paying for gas.

Once you asked him with complete seriousness if he could hold something for you. Before Fontaine's mood clouded and he could ask what you've gotten yourself into you pressed a baggie of Frooties into his hand.

Fontaine stared down at it in shock. He only looked up when you could no longer hold in your snickers and started laughing into the crook of your elbow.

It felt good to play. Fontaine was already convinced that you had no angle, there was no game. You were a woman with a pretty smile and an iron stomach. It was then as he watched you take yourself out with your little prank, that Fontaine felt something right click into place.

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Fontaine is with his homies when a familiar urge rises. He began patting his pockets, looking for his phone to check the time.

"You good, man? I got a light right here is y'need it?"

Fontaine declined the lighter, "Nah, just want somthin' sweet now."

"You heading out?" Big Moss didn't look away from the game but wore a knowing grin, "Wouldn't mind it if ya brought back some backwoods..."

Specs tsk from the corner of the couch, "Y'all ain't gonna be happy 'till your lungs burn the fuck up huh? C'mon over to the papers man, they got aaaaalll sorts of flavors..."

"Paapers?"

Fontaine's focus was on his phone as he opened up a new message.

[Got a craving, you got sum sweet?]

Lil'Bit: [not yet but i'm on my way to get somethin'.]

He frowned at his phone and stood up.

"Gonna make a run real quick, I'll hit you up on the way back."

" 'Fo sho!"

Fontaine didn't wait for any responses, only grabbing out his keys and heading out. A quick little turn down a few side streets and he came up on the familiar sidewalk that he'd see you taking to the corner store. You turned at once when you saw the headlights but offered a wave when you recognized the car.

"Now what I say about walking around so late at night?" Fontaine narrowed an eye at you when you closed yourself up in the Grand Prix with him.

"Somethin' about you not preferring it, but what did I say about what you had to say?"

He grunted, "Somethin' 'bout you not particularly caring."

You aimed your smile down at your lap. Fontaine sighed and decided aloud that he couldn't stay mad at you.

"Witcho sugar addiction and all that, can't hold it against you too bad."

"You say that to me as of we don't be checking out at the same time with the same stuff!"

"My junk is more crunchy shit like chips and peanuts." Fontaine defended as he pulled up in front of the low-lit corner store, he enjoyed the sound of you fumbling to parry.

"Oh, so what about all the Chick-O-Sticks you owe me then, hm? "

Fontaine parked the car and looked at you as if you grew another cute nose next to the one already on your face. You stared back at him, growing more visibly curious at his silence.

"Oh, that wasn't me."

And with that, he got up and out the car. Fontaine didn't have to wait long to hear your yelp for him to wait up and explain himself, he just waited until you were fluttering out the car and fussing at his fib.

The best way to make you comfortable, he found out, was to rile you up. Nothing serious, and he did nothing that could honestly hurt your feelings. Little teases and prods to make you repeat yourself louder or to push back against his obvious bluffs.

As you reminded Fontaine of the several times he specifically asked for your mini Chick-O's despite him having the chance to get his own, you both browsed the shelves.

"I recall that happening differently," Fontaine sucked his teeth, "You looked at me and said, 'here 'Taine, I got these 'specially for you'. Probably 'cause I'm cool as fuck. "

"Did not ," you laughed, "And why'd you make me sound like an alien? Was that on purpose?"

The both of you went back and forth over the shelves. Fontaine grabbed the bag of gummy bears you were targeting, adding them to his arm-pile as you humpfed.

When Fontaine went for the peppermint sticks--you snagged them quick and batted your lashes at him innocently. He narrowed his eyes at you but you paid him no mind, grabbing a bag of plain-wave chips and trotting along.

After grabbing a few more essentials, you both went up to the counter. Fontaine watched you expectedly and you placed your bounty to be bagged and rang up.

"It's bad luck to let a lady pay for her Sour Patch Kids." Fontaine mumbled with all the seriousness in the world as he dug out his wallet.

"Y'know that's what happened to Tobias."

You rolled your eyes and humored him, "What happened to this Tobias-person?"

Fontaine handed a twenty to the cashier and turned to you with a straight face,

"Dawg let his lady pay for her nails and he woke up missin' a leg. Damn shame. Was gonna go pro' and everything..."

"Ooh, so you're just saying stuff now?"

"Girl, what you mean? I got nothing but the truth."

-----

"This is me."

Fontaine's brows lifted as he pulled to a stop in front of your home. A street he passed on the way to your regular drop-off, one you asked him to turn down for the first time of him knowing you.

It was intentional, being allowed to know where you were. Fontaine didn't take that lightly at all but it did make him very hopeful.

You gestured to the porch, "I wasn't gonna do nothing but sit on the porch and smoke, if you want to join. I have some iced-tea to bring out too."

There was a flare of excitement in his chest so great Fontaine had to tamp down his smile. There was a hesitance in your voice that made him want to reach for you.

"A'ight, bet."

He turned the car off. He gave you a head start and waited for you to open your front door and get inside before getting out himself.

He put the bags of snacks onto the low, wooden table in front of a porch swing of a similar fashion. As he made himself comfortable, he took in his surroundings. You faced an emptied lot of over grown grass and unruly trees, where there could have been a house.

If one were to walk in a straight line from your porch and into the bush. Fontaine knew a few streets beyond were your favorite corner store and the shawarma place he wanted to take you to.

The plants keeping him company varied from the long-vined and bushy-tipped. A small jungle that was could very well be ever growing, he'd bet you'd get chase into the house by bees often. There were no two matching pots and he could spy little figurines and statues of black fairies and cheeky gnomes peeking back him.

Fontaine imagined you on this porch and watching the clouds go past, popping gummy bears and sipping Arizona. Falling asleep beneath the growl of a storm, wrapped up in a throw.

"Sorry for the wait!"'

You gingerly backed out of the front door, a holding a tray with two glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of iced-tea. Fontaine chuckled when he saw a neatly rolled joint settled on an ashtray between the cups.

"This better be me." He said, pointing the blunt at you warningly. You scoffed at his tough-guy voice and made a point of snuggling, unbothered, into your throw.

Fontaine lit up and breathed in satisfaction. He knew his own product and was more than pleased to see you liked it enough to have it pre-rolled.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" He passed you the blunt.

"Of course!"

"How many cavities do you get?"

You laughed, used to the question, "I've had the normal amount, lets say that. I make my appointments, okay? I'm sure I paying for all the free floss and mini-mouthwashes there, anyway."

Fontaine snorted and accepted your offer of honey-glazed almonds.

"These are so good." you murmured, "Better than what they look like."

"Trick is that you gotta get 'em fresh." Fontaine winked at you, "This is the part you say, thank you 'Taine -- wit' yo' considerate ass' ."

"There we go with the alien voice again--is that how I sound to you?"

"Well, listen--not all of us can speak angel, a'ight?"

Your mouth dropped open and Fontaine actually winked at you. You choked on the laugh you tried to hold in and shook your head. No one would believe you if you told them Fontaine was so playful.

Yes, you knew about him and how explosive didn't even begin to cover how Fontaine could be. You've see him switch right before your eyes, dabbing up Junebug but glaring over his head at lingering unknowns.

Previous to him coming up to you and asking for some candy, like he wasn't the biggest man on the block, you believed that was all he was. Then again, you should have known better than to judge a candy by it's wrapper.

Now, you shared candied nuts and flirtations. Delicious moments where you found yourself hankering for more .

Conversation flowed as errant night-clouds grazed past the moon and you could swear you could smell rain. Open came the chips and candies, the blunt's cherry tip a ping-ponging third between you.

Worst movies ever seen, best albums ever heard. Places never gone and people you'd love to meet. Food preferences and how long is your 3-Second rule, really? Yes, you carried and no you had nowhere as many as Fontaine.

It was every little thing the both of you can think of, leading to big long side-tracks and deep dives. It only left you both wanting more to figure out.

The conversation lulled as you both listened to the cicadas and crickets that spoke up. It was quiet in your little pocket on the street and Fontaine could see why you liked sitting out so much.

He looked over at you. Your head lolled back and aimed up at the sky, a little smile on your face as you waited for the clouds to move out the way. Locs loose from the low pony tail now from your moving and the wind moved them in a way Fontaine ached most to do.

This was a sight he very much wanted to see again. He'd buy you every single Frootie in the nation if every night ended on a porch swing with you.

"Jus' beautiful."

"Hm?"

Above you, the cloud excused itself from in front of the moon and Fontaine was suddenly thrown in silver when you turned to look at him.

Moonlight glinted off his teeth as he grinned at your staring.

"The moon...is beautiful." You said to him, understanding and agreeing all at once.

Seeing Fontaine nestled in the porch swing, one foot down to rock you both--it made you feel...tender. It felt nice having Fontaine be there and the possibility of it all had you moving closer to meet him in the moonlight.

Fontaine moved closer in turn, not making you wait. His focus narrowing in your face as you both were close enough to touch.

He smelled so good up close and enamored with the freckle at the corner of your eye. Your hands found each other and just when you wondered if the moonlight could make you warm--it was gone.

As if a curtain fell shut, the moon was gone behind another cloud just as Fontaine placed one of the softest kisses you've ever received onto your slack mouth.

You both tried again, when you weren't caught off guard, and it was even better.

Fontaine kissed you, hand coming up only to brush his knuckles down the side of your jaw, your neck, to your shoulder. You put a hand to his chest and toyed with the hoodie strings hanging between you.

You were kissed and kissed and kissed again. Fontaine helping himself to more and more as if you were his delights in his candy dish. You returning soft noises of encouragement. It was an exciting thought, being Fontaine's favorite taste...

A rough vibration burst your bubble and you made an protesting noise when Fontaine hurried to silence it.

You put a hand over his, "No, no, its okay. I'm keeping you. You have your boys waiting for you to come back--they probably thinkin' something's wrong..."

Fontaine's nose bumped your as he shook his head, "I'm where I wanna be, trust....but you work tomorrow, don't you?"

It was true. The late hour was in danger of turning into morning but the thought of parting made you want to whine. Still, though, there was a better time and you wanted to savor.

You kissed him again and licked your lips to chase the honey flavor.

"Go and catch up with your boys," You said softly, "You can come see me tomorrow. The back porch will be better, it has a really nice hammock."

Fontaine visibly perked up, "Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night." you affirmed, "I'll have something heavier than candy and stronger than iced-tea."

He hummed swayed closer still, "Well, I'll be sure bring you something sweet."

Fontaine was going to say something but his phone vibrated again. He grunted, annoyed, and you stood. Fontaine followed begrudgingly.

He helped you gather the chip bags, wrappers, and other trash into one of the plastic bags. Adding that to your tray, he watched you go back inside as he made his way down the porch stairs.

You came back to the door and waved as he pulled off, haloed by the light you turned on.

That image that followed Fontaine all the way back to the liquor store to get papers and a few more apologies for the homies.

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ending notes: this was a looooong time coming 🫣and I'm so sorry for the wait lol! this was good to come back to when I needed a lil' pick me up. I just wanted an excuse to have Fontaine eat some damn candy lol!🤭

Please let me know what you think and throw me some fluffy prompts of you feel like it! thank you so much for reading!

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[1313-mocking-bird-lane]

I keep seeing articles about "phone detox" this and "phone addiction" that and I read some of them. The ones I did read have a theme in common. They say that the first 24 hours are the worst, it's like an itch under their skin and they just stare into space or at their turned off cellphone... YOU'RE BORED WHAT THE FUCK, like before cellphones we didn't just stare off into the void, we actually did things, board games, card games, hobbies, handicrafts, writing letters. You're feeling that way about being without your phone because you have nothing to do, pick up a book or something, find another way to alleviate your boredom and see where that takes you.

Ok some people use the phone as an all the time crutch device I'm sure, but, just maybe, if you're tech detoxing don't just stare off into space in situations where you'd usually use your phone, see what happens.

Also, some of the articles do go into how they had to, borrow cash, or arrange an emergency contact, or a place where people could get hold of them and...yeah, that's life pre-cellphone, you told people where you were going, and how to get a hold of you, you had a physical bank or credit card or cash for money, the difference is we had payphones, which are uncommon now, so we could still call people for, like a tow or whatever, but you can still use phones in local businesses if you ask I'm sure.

Human beings, mammals, also need enrichment, they need to do things, and whether that's doom scrolling, Candy Crush, reading fanfiction, knitting or sewing.

[fucktoru]

just giggled thinking about sukuna in the modern day figuring out how to use a phone. with or without his true form he has massive hands so it'll be super difficult for him to hold a phone, let alone type. he probably abuses the voice message feature on texting apps the minute you teach it to him because he finds it easier than typing. he sends voice messages for EVERYTHING - even if he has to say a simple "ok."

but it would be those type of voice messages where he either waits for a few seconds before saying anything [just to confirm if that red button is blinking] and you just hear awkward silence before HAHAHA. sometimes when he's mad at you or is yelling at you for something stupid you did he forgets to press the record button on time so the voice message is half-cut out LMAO

sukuna is essentially a boomer and even after he stops talking, he’ll squint at the bright screen for a moment to ensure the recording was still going before ending it. with every voice message you receive, there’s just silence for a good few seconds at the beginning and end.

and i can just imagine him waking you up in the middle of the night (cause he doesn’t need much sleep) and asking you to help him beat a level on a game he accidentally downloaded cause he keeps clicking on ads that lead to the app store (he sees a big button that says to install so he just does?) when he opens his phone, he sees new apps and gets confused, clicks on them, and is secretly amazed by the numerous colored lights dancing across the screen.

sukuna would be addicted to mobile games, the ones older ppl play like solitaire (i play solitaire so i shouldn’t be talking), but messes up from clicking the wrong button with his gigantic finger. he’s also broken his phone a couple of time from the force of his presses on the screen and complains about how weak human creations are but demands you buy him another one so he could complete his level on candy crush.

[icarustypicalfall]

HEAD CANONS!!

how cod men would use their phones

this is my first time doing head canons lmao if its bad just forget it 😭 i tried to be realistic but that was extremely dump lmaoo

warnings: none, totally sfw and maybe funny? 😀

captain john price

honestly, i see him as the type of people who'll lecture you when they see you using a phone, while he plays candy crush and similar games on a loop when he's alone. he isn't much interested in social media, maybe he'll use Twitter for infos and What's up to talk with his team. Otherwise, he'd be a Facebook dad watching videos with that annoying laugh on full volume while cackling. Gaz tried to  convince him to use other platforms but it resulted in Price giving him a 10 minutes lecture on how bad social media is.

(john secretly watch tiktok video complications on YouTube)

simon ghost riley

he doesn't use his phone much, he knows how it can be addicting and he has much things on his mind to worry about being social with others. although, he looks for dad jokes and have a laugh at them when he's alone. his camera roll is full of blurry pictures he took by mistake and screenshots of recipes.

kyle gaz garrick

he's the youngest and the one who convinced price into buying a phone. i think Kyle is the the type of people who'd be popular on every platform, twitter, Instagram, you name it. he's funny (also really handsome 🤭) which makes it easy for him to have much moots and friends. He watches streams or horror stories at 2 am. (spoiler: he got scared more than once)

johnny soap Mactavish

he watches shitty shows on Netflix to complain about them. he loves, and i mean really loves annoying people with stupid meaningless Messages when he's bored. if you are texting him, god be with you, this man makes 20 typos in a single word. he'd make comments on random posts to fight people for months.

"jus fer fun lass/lad"

(sorry if this isn't how Scottish people actually talk I've seen it around in fics 😭)

he looses arguments most of the time and asks Alejandro for some back up.

Alejandro vargas

he uses his phone to call only, he despises texting and if he did, it'll be like this

you:"when shall i meet you tomorrow?"

Alejandro:"9"

you:"pm?"

Alejandro:"👍🏻"

although, he takes lots of pictures, sends them to you most of the time. rudy forced him to make an Instagram account and he ended by liking it.

rudy parra

this cute man 🤭💕 he might be a military man, but he has a soft spot for cute videos of pepole taking care of animals. he'd watch them for hours. he doesn't use his phone much due to his job but he's keeps up with the trends and explains them to you if you're confused.

i can see him using this one a lot :3

Phillip graves

he hates social media, he uses what's up to send to his shadows shirtless pictures of him. he'd drop the most heart wrenching pic ever and say"what's for dinner" (you sir 🤭)

he secretly loves watching those videos of reddit stories, he knows it's probably fake but he lives for the drama and enjoys it.

-fin-

i hope y'all like it, it's shitty and short lmao.

i Just got up from a nap lmao can't believe people actually liked my other work

shall i do other operaters from like Kor-Tac and ghosts? (and yes i know König is in Kor-Tac)

*just realized I didn't add tags im

✨d u m p ✨*

[manicplank]

What kind of phones do they usually use???

Phones (modern day)

Peppino: Probably has one of those phones you'd get in a box that comes with the prepaid plan. He's too broke to be picky.

Gustavo: Probably has an android of some sort. He's not a brand snob. If it makes phone calls and plays a few games, he's happy.

Mr. Stick: Now HE'S a brand snob. iPhone or nothing. He always has the newest one. He's definitely a phone addict, too.

Pepperman: iPhone. He likes expensive things and popular brands. He also has an iPad he uses for art.

The Vigilante: He probably has a cheap Motorola or something. He's not too keen on technology. He always needs help finding the weather app.

The Noise: Samsung kind of guy. Has the newest and most popular one. He'd get an iPhone, but every time he gets one, he drops it, and it shatters. He's too clumsy.

Noisette: iPhone. Has a cute case for it plus a screen protector. She probably even has a cute popsocket for it.

Fake Peppino: Has an iPad. No one knows how or where he got it. He doesn't use it for much other than playing games and watching videos.

Pizzahead: Another Samsung guy. He likes that he can play around with developer options and tinker with all the settings.

Pillar John: He has a Samsung, but definitely one of the Plus phones since they're bigger. He has big ass hands and needs a big ass phone.

Gerome: He probably has a Motorola. It makes calls and plays games. That's all that matter to him. (He's one of those people that's on level 1000 in Candy Crush).

[silence-caravan]

Project Makeover: A rambling review

After searching for a bit and seeing that this shitty game had a small cult following here, I have to talk about it. Project Makeover is a shitty game, WHY do I know? Because I have been playing it since last week

First of all, the ads.

ALL OF THEM ARE FAKE AS SHIT

NEVER in the game, you see a shitty husband ditching his wife that looks like just crawled out of a dumpster, or that same dirty looking woman trying to win over some hot dude by going through a PAINFUL looking Makeover.

What you ACTUALLY do in the game to this people is give them a shower, a haircut, new outfit, fix and re decorate their houses (all with very limited and bland options, to be honest). THAT'S IT.

You never wax hairy legs or ever see someone just DRIPPING in mud. These people just make bad life choices or just are stuck living a disorganized life.

Now, the actual gameplay.

Not as bad as one would imagine, and actually? Kind of addictive.

A simple Candy Crush type of game, the story is simple: You are the director of a makeover show made to make people better, giving them a nee outfit, haircut, sometimes makeup and also fixing and redecorating their houses or favorite space.

With every level, you win golden coins (what you are using to make the makeovers for the shows) and stacks of green bills, these ones are actually for "yourself", giving you money to move to a mansion or give your own character new clothing, pet, furniture, etc. There are also Gems, but you are only capable of getting them by paying, finishing an episode, or winning a price in an ongoing event, you won't be using them for much.

Simple and, because of this, you never actually run out of this to do, and since apparently, there is always an event going on, you are probably always going to win prices.

NOW, OVER MY PROBLEM WITH THIS GAME.

Look, maybe I'm just very dumb and just not good at this type of game, and also, of course, the later levels are going to get harder and harder... and, yeah, the cost of the makeovers is also going to become more expensive with time, common sense!

But at one point, it becomes a little bit insulting.

When you win a bunch levels without losing, the game will start giving you special objects to make it """"""easier"""""" at the beginning of the level, so of course, now you don't want to lose, you need them! Probably!

And so, that's why, when you run out of moves in the level, you are given two options: Pay up 300 gems for 5 additional moves (it's going to get more expensive each time) OR..... watch an Ad for 2 moves.

This is how I ended watching, oh, idk ... OVER 10 ADS FOR ONE SINGLE LEVEL.

Like, yeah, I get it, the people behind the company need to make money out of the game. But if I have to watch at least three ads to finish almost every single level because I couldn't do it in 24 fucking moves and DONT want to lose the trinkets that already make this process easier, you HAVE to be fucking with me.

And don't START with me about paying actual money for this game, I don't have that type of money, and also, I'm more of a free-2-play kind of gal.

My mother started playing this game because of me and is stuck on one level. She doesn't like ads (or at least is not as brain rotten as me to watch 15 ads for one level) and ALSO won't be paying for shit. Can I even help her?

Am I going to keep playing?

Yeah, probably.

Look, there are not a lot of free games that let you do a lot of stuff, Pet Society Island is still on its BETA and I can't exactly download Infinity Nikki on my PS4 yet because of circumstances out of my control. Yeah, shoot me, you better kill me.

[milijanakomad]

Product design and psychology: The Role of Grinding in Video Game Design

Keywords: Grinding, Video Gaming, Game Design, Player Engagement, Psychological Manipulation

Abstract:

This paper scrutinizes the utilization of "grinding" as a technique in video game design, particularly as a method of psychological manipulation that affects player engagement and behaviour. Case studies are explored to deliver a comprehensive understanding of the practical application of grinding and its implications, all from a product design viewpoint.

Introduction:

The design principles governing video games frequently incorporate mechanisms intended to stimulate player engagement and prolong interaction time. One such prevalent mechanism is "grinding," defined as the practice of executing repetitive tasks within the game environment to achieve specific objectives. While grinding can evoke a sense of achievement, it also carries the potential to induce exhaustion and frustration among players. This study endeavours to explore the intricacies of grinding, its role in game design, and its influence on player experience.

Explanation:

Coined from the concept of persistently "grinding away" at a task, the term "grinding" in the gaming context implies the undertaking of repetitive actions by a player to attain certain results or to advance within the game. In numerous instances, such actions may not directly correlate with the game's primary storyline or objectives but are aimed at accumulating experience points, in-game currency, or specialized items.

Grinding is an omnipresent component across a vast array of game genres, with its prominence notably manifested in Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Games (MMORPGs). In these games, the player's progression and performance are often gauged based on their character's level, skills, and available equipment.

From the standpoint of game design, grinding assumes several roles. It serves to extend the game's lifespan by instituting goals that necessitate substantial time investment. Additionally, it fosters a sense of accomplishment and progression and can encourage social interaction in multiplayer environments. Despite these advantages, critics contend that grinding can lead to monotonous and ungratifying gameplay experiences. The considerable time commitment required by grinding may propel some players towards purchasing in-game enhancements using real-world money, thereby generating additional revenue for game developers.

Further, there is an ongoing discourse concerning the psychological implications of grinding. Its repetitive and rewarding nature might precipitate addictive behaviours and excessive consumption of time, mirroring the effects typically associated with gambling disorders. Through the exploration of these aspects, we aim to shed light on the complex dynamics of grinding in the context of modern video gaming.

Grinding in Gaming: Conceptualization and Design

Grinding typically refers to the act of performing repetitive actions in a game to attain a specific goal, often associated with levelling up, obtaining items, or advancing in-game skills. Although it can give players a sense of progression, it can also serve as a roadblock, encouraging players to consider alternative paths to progress, such as microtransactions.

Case Study: World of Warcraft

Blizzard Entertainment's World of Warcraft (WoW) extensively employs grinding. Players often engage in repetitive tasks like fighting the same enemies, repeatedly battling against non-player characters (NPCs), or completing the same quests to increase their character's level, to gain experience points, in-game currency, or rare items. This grind contributes to a sense of achievement but has also been criticized for sometimes leading to a tedious gameplay experience.

Case Study: Candy Crush Saga

King's Candy Crush Saga uses grinding as a monetization strategy. As players progress and levels become harder, the option to grind through the game becomes more attractive. Alternatively, players can buy power-ups and boosters to surpass the grind, effectively translating grinding mechanics into revenue for the game developers.

Case Study: Destiny 2

This game provides an example of a 'loot grind.' Players repeatedly complete activities like strikes, raids, or public events to earn 'engrams' – randomized gear drops. The goal is often to collect more powerful gear to increase a character's power level.

Case Study: Old School RuneScape 

In this MMORPG, players might grind by repetitively performing tasks like mining, fishing, or woodcutting. These actions, though monotonous, boost the player's skill levels, enabling them to perform new tasks, quests, or create new items.

Implications for Game Design

Grinding, while a tool to extend game playtime and potentially drive monetization, must be thoughtfully implemented to avoid player fatigue or burnout. Game designers should strike a balance between meaningful progression and repetitive grind, ensuring the game remains engaging and satisfying.

Conclusion

Grinding, as a mechanism of psychological manipulation in video game design, can greatly impact player behaviour and engagement. Striking a balance between challenge, satisfaction, and repetition is vital to ensure a rewarding gameplay experience. As the video game industry advances, it will be intriguing to observe the evolution and refinement of grinding mechanisms and their psychological impact on players.

References:

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Mob daughter reader just playing a game on her phone or reading or something- completely oblivious to God hanging around, she’s just phased him out as she does with everything related to her dad’s business stuff. God, of course, takes this as a cry for help..how can she have such little self preservation awareness? Clearly she needs a helping hand…

She'll get him addicted to Candy Crush or Best Fiends lmaooooo. But yeah, her not even noticing at first would be hilarious. Her dad is like 'So, what do you think of God.' and she's like who is that?

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Oscar Isaac characters and video games/gamer!reader

Anselm one was inspired by @reallyrallyauthor

Steven Grant:

I know what you’re going to say. Cliche but he 100% plays animal crossing. It’s cliche but it is RIGHT. He loves digging up little artifacts and seeing them in the little museum. You will have to try hard to get him to play anything else. He’s not much of an action game guy. One night he’s watching you play Red Dead Redemption 2 and decides to give it a try. HE LOVES IT. Does he make any progress? absolutely not. Does he make you watch him play? absolutely.

Marc Spector:

Believe it or not I don’t see Marc as a first person shooter guy. He’s seen more guns and death than you can imagine. Why would he play a game about something he’s already seen first hand? I do think that once he finally gets comfortable he’ll secretly play games like Stardew Valley or Firewatch. He likes experiencing lives he hasn’t had. He won’t tell you that’s the reason for it. He is going to tell you that he plays them ironically. That’s why he romanced every character in Stardew…. To be ironic.

Jake Lockley:

We all know that Jake is an old man on the inside. He’s never been able to indulge in anything that really takes time. So when you got him a tablet for Christmas he didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with it. It was ok at searching up things but not as convenient as his phone, you couldn’t use it to call people but it was good for searching up cooking tutorials behind your back. Once when you got bored on a long car ride you borrowed his tablet and downloaded a few of those games that are riddled with ads. Merge Mansion, Candy Crush, Dragon City, etc. Once he gets it back he’s like ‘what the hell is this?’ And now he’s addicted like an iPad kid. Congratulations. I bet you feel proud of yourself 😠

Anselm Vogelweide:

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He’s not exactly a ‘gamer’. Sure he has all the fancy equipment, VR, PC, haptic suit, tracking, etc. He bought it for you before you two even really started dating because you mentioned wanting a VR headset one day. He doesn’t deny that he was attempting to seduce you and you don’t deny that it worked. What made him start using it however was when you mentioned something called virtual reality porn. Look at what you’ve done. He now has access to even more porn. As if he didn’t have enough. When you’re gone for more than a day he pulls it out and tries to pretend it’s you. He wanted you to make a VR porn game just for him. You had to break it to him that you had no idea how that would even work. Don’t you worry. He will find a way.

Cecil Dennis:

Call of Duty. He has a ratty taped up controller that his cousin through against the wall. He loves the Story mode way better than online. He doesn’t like online because he enjoys the plot more than the competition. (he’s bad at the game and gets bullied) He doesn’t rage. He cries when he dies too many times on a hard segment of the game and either makes to sit in his lap while he tries to get past that segment or he flat out lays ontop of you. Face buried in your neck sniffling.