#more like a load in am i RIGHT GAMERS

[dog-girl-zezora]

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: idia shroud celebrates your birthday!!

COMMENTS: a birthday present for @twstchatterbox the MOON to my SUN the DYNAMIC to my DUO the BLACK CAT to my GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!!! i love you lots and lots i am so glad we are friends i am squeezing you so tight from the other side of the world.

i wanted to keep this a surprise and i HOPE I SURPRISED YOU i hope you didnt see this coming sjdjdsjdj you have given me so many gifts from your doodles of me to your doodles of US to all the interests you've shared with me to looking out for me all this time AND EVEN STAYING UP LATE TO TALK TO ME?? I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE

i hope you have the best birthday ever you deserve so much so take this awkward gamer boy. you know your lore. i know your lore. i tried to incorporate it and im sure only you will understand it but thats the point isnt it?

THIS IS GOING ON TOO LONG. I SHOULD HAVE MADE THIS A SEPARATE POST. ANYWAYS. GO READ IT I LOVE YOU

You cross your arms over your chest, amused as the blue package floats silently over to you. It stops right in front of you and a flickering screen loads from a small projector propped on the top of the box.

accept quest?

yes. no.

It’s ridiculous of him to put a no option. You press the yes option and a cheerful jingle rings from the speakers as the package drops at your feet. Bending over, you scoop it into your arms, a delicate smile on your face. You can feel quite a few gazes on your back but you opt to ignore them, walking out of your dorm and towards the source of your gift.

Ever since the events of winter break, you’d become far more accustomed to the halls of Ignihyde. The students seem to have grown more accustomed to you in turn, although some still scamper away from you.

There was only so much that could be done, you think. Besides, your presence here was not because of them. You were here for their Housewarden.

As you reached his door, you wasted no time reaching out to knock. Each tap of your knuckles against his door was crisp and loud, just in case he was wearing his headphones. The corners of your lips lift into a smile as you hear him shuffling around, no doubt checking up on his room to make sure it’s just the normal amount of messy but not too messy lest you get suspicious that he’s a slob or that he cleaned just for you.

You already know he did, though.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” you call out teasingly, tapping your foot on the polished floors.

The door creaks open slowly, and the soft pink glow of Idia's hair lights up his face. Your heart takes a tumble in your chest.

“Hi.” you breathe, “I wanted to open your gift with you.”

Idia squeaks and opens the door to let you inside, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Um, okay. Thanks.” he says, mumbling each word as if he isn’t sure what he’s saying at all, “You, uh, didn’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.” you refute, and you both understand what would have come after that.

So let me do this.

“Okay.” he jams his hands into his pocket and shrugs, always so awkward around you but so obvious, “I hope you like it.”

“I’ll love it.” you reassure him.

After all, a heart as kind as Idia Shroud’s wouldn’t pick anything but the best.

[think-like-a-poet]

Put on the camera

Oscar Piastri x Lando Norris (Gamer/ Only fans AU)

Based on this post from @russver .Thank you for letting me use this idea and I hope you like it

also able to read on my ao3

Warning: Only fans, smut, rough language, let me know if I need to add anything Still trying to find how to write smut better.

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Did they ever truly plan for this to unfold? Not that they could remember— it simply came to be. One time changed to every week turned into eight times a month. Streaming didn't have a high enough income for the lifestyle they both craved, it should have just been something to help out. A helping hand , something to look back on when they need it. How could it have evolved into something so much more?

They were referred to as roommates, a label history would easily place upon them. When Lando's previous roommate moved out, Oscar was the first to respond to the call for a new companion. That was two years ago. Now, after twenty-four months and countless nights spent in each other’s company, they found themselves unsure of how to halt this momentum.

Right now, they were both seated in their own rooms as the stream was about to start. Lando had turned into a sensation on Twitch; Oscar was more popular on the other site.

"Welcome Darlings, to the new stream," Lando's voice beamed through Oscar's headset as he loaded the game. The Australian hadn't put on his camera or microphone yet, just letting Lando do the introduction. Like he always does by the streams.

Oscar waved at the camera and the chat went feral. Lando laughed at the comments, saying their unholy thoughts about the gamer. It would be funny as long as Lando was the person he shared his bed with.

Lando opened up his library with games and took a minute to decide which one they were going to play today. "Are you alright with F1 sim racing?"

Oscar nodded and looked for his own game on his PC. Lando always chose the play with Carlos Sainz, a Ferrari driver, while Oscar chose the newest rookie, Fernando Alonso, in the Aston Martin.

Oscar turned to the camera as he pointed out the obvious, "He probably doesn't want to play Call of Duty." Too scared to lose again," Lando faked a gasp as his hand flew to his heart.

"I am not scared to lose, because I don't lose." Lando tried to explain the chat with his hands. Oscar just laughed as he shook his head, remembering how he clearly won in the latest stream.

The game had finally loaded and the two cars were seated on the race track. The players focused on the screen as the lights went out. It wasn't much of a difference, but Oscar was a bit faster with his reaction.

Lando groaned as he had to keep driving behind the green car. He tried to overtake, but Oscar blocked it, sending him wide in the next corner. "Ey, you got to leave the space." Lando explained, but Oscar just kept racing.

A new subscriber entered the screen, and both of the drivers said hello to them. They loved a big audience.

By every corner he took, Oscar's muscles flexed on screen. Lando kept taking quick glances at his screen in the corner. Oscar's hand looked so big on the wheel and Lando wished it was him. Before he knew it, Lando had crashed the car into the barrier as he forgot to take a corner while admiring his roommate.

Oscar let out a low laugh as Lando groaned in annoyance. "What happened?"

"You didn't leave enough space," Lando lied as he drove the car out of the gravel.

Oscar raised his eyebrows at the statement, taking a quick look at the camera corner as he exclaimed, "Mate, I am three seconds in front of you. What do you mean?"

Lando had gotten the car back on track, but Oscar was leading the race by a big margin. "I don't know. It is still your fault," he joked as he shook his head at the camera. The chat loved their little banter as they all shared their thoughts on it.

'These streams are always so funny,'

'I ship them so much,'

'Sometimes they fight like a married couple, and I love it'

'the heart eyes Lando gave Oscar before he crashed have to be looked at'

'We all know why he got distracted,'

Oscar ignored most of these comments, but something in his stomach fluttered at the thought of Lando being distracted by him. He had to look back at the edits the fans would make on the stream. It would be good material to blackmail the British friend.

Lando wasn't able to catch up with the other car and had to deal with a second-place finish. "You know, no one likes the winner anyway." He tried to sound serious, but his statement was laced with a joke.

"You are just sad you didn't win. Got to know I was better at this than you."

They played some more games before ending the stream. "Thank you all for watching. We hope you enjoyed it." Then they waved goodbye and closed it off.

As they turned off their cameras and microphones, it was time to catch their breath and put on the other one. Oscar stood up from his chair and walked towards his dresser. He took off his hoodie before making his way towards the other bedroom. He wasn't going to need that amount of closing for this stream.

He saw Lando still closing off all his tabs. He had a bad habit of keeping everything open and losing the ones he still needed to use. "Hello, love," Oscar greeted as he placed a kiss on the top of his head. Lando looked up, not hearing that Oscar had walked in because of his headphones. He smiled up at him and got up from his chair.

The bedroom was lightly light by the red LED lights on the wall. Lando had some posters of a famous golfer and a sports car. Pictures of him and Oscar were splattered all around the room. Some are more friendly than others. Lando always loved to capture the most beautiful angles and Oscar was one of them. Lando absolutely loved to take pictures when they were involved in the devil's tango.

Oscar went to sit down on the bed as Lando walked to the shelf to get the tripod out.

Their clothes had found their way towards the ground in Lando's bedroom. The little ray of the sunset cast a golden glow on the Brits bare stomachs, outlining his perfect physics. Oscar always loved the sight of it and so did their followers. It brought home some new jewelry for him.

Oscar's eyes were fixed on the back of his roommate as Lando set the tripod on the dresser in front of the bed. It would be a normal stream. No special requests or special orders, just for all of their followers. They were both tired from the game and weren't going to go all out. Also, Oscar wasn't ready yet to do what that old bastard requested.

Lando turned around to look Oscar in the eyes, "You ready?" the younger man nodded as he swallowed his worries away. The duvet under him felt like a soft cloud as it gave him reassurance.

He turned the camera on and Oscar filled the screen. Lando adored the sight of him on his bed, it looked like it was destined to be like that. He sat down next to him on the bed and grabbed the neck of the Australian between his hands as he kissed him rough, "Hello, Darling. I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

Oscar wasn't able to answer the older man as his lips reattached. The timer ticked off the seconds as their lips moved in sync to their beating hearts, rapid and loud. "Isn't he beautiful?" Lando asked towards the camera, as if he would get a response back. They may be in their own little world, but people are watching them. "I should punish you for what you said, but I love you too much for that."

Their eyes locked as Lando's fingers hooked on Oscar's black boxer. "We should get rid of these, shouldn't we?" He asked, not breaking eye contact as he slowly pulled them off. Oscar was already hardened by the minimal touches and Lando couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

The boxer was thrown by the rest of the clothes, the only thing that kept Oscar from being completely naked was a necklace he got from Lando to remind him about him when they were separated.

Oscar's eyes fluttered close as Lando stroked him. "Please," he croaked out. He needed Lando to touch him. To take him all in, while he would beg for a release.

He licked the tip, which was leaking some pre-cum, and the noise that Oscar made was heaven. The Aussie's head was thrown back in pleasure as Lando continued to lick up and down his length.

Their eyes locked again when Lando moved up to place a quick kiss on his lips before trailing a line of kisses back down, stopping right above his throbbing. Oscar wanted to push him right on it and let him ride it, but he knew that wasn't the plan for today.

Oscar's cheeks were rose red, with puffy lips and fluttering eyes, and Lando wished he could take a picture of the sight. His uncombed hair stuck to his forehead as Lando continued his work.

Every now and then they forget the camera is still recording them, and they aren't the only people who are enjoying this. Oscar looked away from the curly-haired man and locked eyes with the screen as he let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Such a good boy for us," Lando breathed out, and Oscar threw his head back with a groan from the feeling of the breath in his manhood. The praise that fell from Oscar's tongue sounded like heaven, and Lando didn't know how long he was able to continue this. His own hard cock was leaking pre-cum on his stomach from the sight in front of him. How could one be so beautiful?

If it weren't for the camera, Lando would have said those three words that flew through his mind. He needed Oscar to know it—to know if the other felt the same way as him.

Oscar's hands pull the curly hair and Lando groans as his cock hits the back of his throat. "Fuck, don't stop. You feel so good," Oscar moaned out as Lando sucked him off.

It was a beautiful sight. Lando was on his knees in front of 

Oscar as he continued to suck him off. One of Lando's hands played with his balls as the other pressed Oscar's thighs down on the bed. Oscar leaned on the bedpost to keep in balance as his thoughts disappeared with every touch.

No one would find out if it was them. Even if a follower found them, what would they say? Admit they like it; admit they watch them fuck each other till their words are lost in their throats. It wouldn't be the best thing to admit. And even if one found out, it wasn't like it was a secret. You just had to look up their hidden Instagram to find the link.

Oscar and Lando didn't care as long as they were able to enjoy their luxury lives. Enjoying different countries, wearing the newest clothes and riding their shared McLaren and each other. They weren't going to back out now, not with the chance of lifelong fame. 

[spirit-lanterns]

Elaborate? Don't mind if I do. I want to be on my knees under their desk with a grin on my face as I gently rub my hands up and down over their jeans- just palming and pressing at first while they try to ignore me and focus on their game. Slowly getting them harder until it presses on their jeans and has to be let free with a satisfying zip. Then I start to gently play through their underwear, grazing the fabric up and down, making them shiver with each brush under their tip. I'd tell them to keep their mic on as I yoink their underwear off and start to trail my tongue up with a warm huff that washes over their cock, getting them all nice and ready. Having them try their best to focus on their game and not alert anyone to just how good I'm making them feel as I keep teasing them with heavy breaths. Closer and closer they get until I decide they've been a good enough girl and finally take their length into my mouth, circling the tip with my tongue at first. Slowly I give them more and more as they try their best to focus, and right as they get to a critical moment-- I finally get them to cum and lose at whatever they're playing, right down my throat.

in other words: I game on their girl til they gloop

When I tell you I salivated a little imagining this…

I imagined this with either Stelle or March, but you can picture this with any HSR woman of your choice! Personally I am just in love with the idea of giving little kitten licks to their tip and watching as their back arches stiffly from the way your lips brush over their skin. You��re not full on blowing them off yet, just teasing them with your lips and tongue as your gamer girlfriend winces and tries to keep her calm by focusing on the game.

It’s not until you start bobbing your head down lower that you notice her resolve starting to break down like a dam. You can progressively see her cock get more stiff, the tip a lot brighter with all the blood rushing through their shaft, and the way your girlfriend is drooling a bit (from both heads) has you know she’s almost reaching the end of the “level.”

When you know she’s close to beating one particularly hard boss, that’s when you give it your all. Incorporating both your hands and mouth as you give your gf the best blow/handjob of your life. It certainly works when she shoots a thick load down your throat, but your victory is her failure, as the big “you’re dead” screen flashes at your girlfriend, who’s panting from her climax and also her frustration.

Expect her hands to grip your scalp rather harshly, pouting down at you with the cutest expression you’d ever seen. That brief moment of cuteness doesn’t last long however, as your girlfriend will suddenly shove you back down to clean her length after all the mess you left on her dick…

Who’s gonna tell her you still won this round?

[bellsluvschrissturn]

Gamer love

Matt sturniolo x reader

warning:Male rec!v3 smut use of ma,mama,baby, baby boy, good boy

Gamer Matt sturniolo x reader

Author note: what's good sluts don't read if you are not into it, don’t bitch and complain if you don’t like shit like this grown the fuck up, anyways enjoy bitches I would say MDNI but you little shits won’t listen to me so fuck it. I'm dyslexic don’t come for me if sum not spelled right THIS WAS IN February of 2023 FONT COME AT ME 😭

Matt are you almost done you ask, y/N baby I have barely been playing for an hour please just 20 more minutes I promise i’ll be done soon matt said okay you said extending the Y I love you he said looking back to his screen, I love you to babe, about 45 minutes later i hear matt yell FUCK! CHRIS HE WAS RIGHT THERE STUPID FUCK DUMBASS he swears to chris,Matty are you almost done you ask 20 more minutes please he said baby you said that 45 minutes ago you said a little annoyed but fine play your stupid ass game you said a little mad thank you matt said with a sassy ass attitude( sassy man apocalypse much daum) an hour later you were pissed off, Matt are you almost done its been 2 hours and 45 minuets im fucking tired you said getting up and walking to matt and sitting in his lap, mama im playing he says focused on the game I know you’ve been playing for forever you say grinding on him m-Mama st-stop im trying to pl-play matt stutters I know baby but I want you, you say I’ve been waiting for so long baby just stay quiet chris won’t hear ok you say o-okay mama he says

You start grinding on him faster ughh he groans Matty b you aight chris asks ya i’m fine my stomach hurts a little Ima get off i'll play later bye.

Fuck mama fuck me please he begs I pull his sweats and boxers to his knees, so pretty baby boy I said stroking him up an down you spit on your hand and move around his shaft bringing his pre cum from his tip mhhh he moans you place him at your entrance and sink down on his shaft, fuck baby your so big you praise can you feel how wet I am for you? Can you feel this tight pussy matty? You ask y-yes mama you feel so good p-please move mama please he begs I start riding him like there is no tomorrow mmhmhm baby he moans and groans yes good boy? C-can I touch your tits please? he asks yes baby touch me uhhhhh you moan as he plays with you’re nipples I-Im cumming mama he explains let it out baby let it all out you say also cumming he shoots his hot stringy load into you f-fuck mama that was so good he says coming down from his high wanna go take a bath and cuddle after? He asks ya baby I would you said out of breath

THE END

There you go sLuTs its short but at least it's something

@slxtformatt @itsfloriii @h3arts4harry @miss-tyummy

[maggplays]

Bio? Something like that.

How did I start modding? Literally no one has asked this, but here's my story, don't worry it's not long... I guess that depends on what your definition of “long” is, haha! Hang on, here we go.

On a random day in January, 2024, a few days before my birthday, I might add... I woke up to stars in my right eye. A few days later, I was told I had a very rare injury and it would never heal. Those are not words an artist/gamer wants to hear! Long story short, I am now legally blind in my right eye. If you think, oh that's not a huge deal, you can still see. Humor me, get a cheap pirate eyepatch, put that on, then pour yourself a cup of coffee. Not as easy as you thought, right? Depth perception. It’s a thing. Anyway, on with the story. Suffice it to say, I was depressed. Majorly. Then, through some random conversation somewhere, I found Stardew Valley.

Perfect! 2D animation, cute pixel art, story that's not sugar-coated anime, I love it! Got to year 3, TBH I've never played past year 3 because ADHD, and realized the dialogue was quite lacking. Then I discovered mods. What the-, it's a freakin' goldmine! Downloaded a lot of things, mostly dialogue, and tossed half of them. While playing through a Sebastian run, I saw it. Oh. My. God. It's a coding error glaring at me in my dialogue box. This is NOT acceptable. I tried to ignore it, but then it happened again. Okay, time for some investigation. I opened the folder and found... json files. Interesting, I wasn't entirely clueless since I do know HTML code from back when the internet was a baby, Facebook had no ads, and dinosaurs roamed the earth. Okay, okay, the internet was more like a spoiled toddler. Yes, I'm old. Shut up. But I digress. It didn't take long to discover the misplaced punctuation and go on my merry reality-avoiding way. Until I got bored again.

I looked for more Seb mods, but there were like seven. Three were yandere, not my jam, and only 2 were updated for 1.6 and were dialogue-only. Solution? Make my own mod for myself. I spent six weeks downloading mods, learning code, Googling to very little effect, writing dialogue, learning how to make an event, discovering I knew nothing, and on and on. The perfect distraction from the whole eye thing. I finished a decent draft, loaded it up, and praise Yoba, it worked! And on we play. At some point, I saw a comment complaining about the lack of Sebastian dialogue mods. Huh, yep, they're right. Too bad. Oh. Well, I guess I could load this thing I made, it's really just my own internal story monologue while playing the game, I'm NOT a writer, and most people probably won't get it. But I did spend a lot of time on this, and maybe someone out there will like it. Heck, no skin off my nose since it's free. So I took a deep breath, made peace with my inner demons, and threw it out into the void of Nexus, expecting it to be swallowed up and ignored. That... didn't happen.

In the first few hours, several people downloaded it. Huh, Nexus must have a decent search algorithm. That was literally all I thought about it. The next day, 300 downloads. And comments! Mostly positive with the exception of one wild demand I subsequently ignored. At one week, it had 3,000 unique downloads. I was floored, 3,000 weirdos downloaded my mod. Add to that, people seemed to actually like it! I've never gotten so much positive feedback for anything in my life. Seriously. Apparently, my oddball internal monologue, thanks ADHD, is quite entertaining. Heck, might as well make another one... and here we are. Yes, I've gotten negative comments and unreasonable demands, but I do my best to ignore them and practice staying positive. Trolls be damned! It's a lot harder to do that for yourself than for other people, turns out.

So, bottom line, found something interesting? Try it! Does it make you happy? Keep doing it! Even if it's only for yourself, do the thing and let it make you smile. Share it with the world if you're so inclined. Get out there and kick ass!!

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 23 ⤍ left 4 dead

​​you switched the screen from the "starting soon" animation to your face cam, flashing a quick smile before going  into your introduction.

"i honestly have no idea what i'm doing today," you confessed to the stream, leaning back in your chair. "so it would be really great if one of my friends watching could hop on and play games with me." 

almost instantly, a message popped up in chat.

jenaissante am i one of your friends 👉🏼👈🏼

"i would assume so. would you like to play games with me, yunjin?"

jenaissante yes pls jenaissante i'm getting food rn jenaissante inv me though

you only saw the first message and didn't invite her, instead scrolling through the chat, searching for someone else.

_chaechae_1 can i play?

"yeah, of course, chaewon," you replied casually.

jenaissante how dare u say yes to chaewon when i asked u first

you squinted at the screen, confused. "wait, did you say something? i didn't see it."

jenaissante fake —permanently banned

your eyes widened. "wait, shit! i didn't mean to ban you, i was trying to check the logs!" you broke into a laugh as you quickly unbanned her.

jenaissante just say u don't fk with me

"i swear i didn't see it! you said you were getting food, then 'invite me' a second later. how was i supposed to know?"

jenaissante can't believe you hate me

"just get your food and join us," you said.

jenaissante okay

you hopped on a call with chaewon, brainstorming what games to play. the two of you tossed out random suggestions, but each idea was quickly shot down due to the number of players needed or a lack of interest in the game. finally, yunjin joined the call—still eating, so not much help in the decision-making process.

"let's play left 4 dead 2," you suggested, scrolling through your steam library.

"isn't that for four players?" chaewon asked.

"yeah, but how hard can it be to find one more?" you shrugged. with everyone in agreement, you immediately started looking for a fourth.

"i've got a fourth!" you announced.

"who?" yunjin asked, curious.

"just a girl i know," you said cryptically.

"what girl?" yunjin pressed.

"you'll find out when she gets here"

"wait... is it kazuha?" chaewon guessed.

"uh, no, she's busy today," you replied.

"oh, right," chaewon nodded in understanding.

suddenly, yujin joined the call with a loud ping, interrupting the conversation.

"oh, it's just yujin," chaewon said casually.

"just yujin?" yujin echoed, clearly offended.

"not like that!" chaewon chuckled. "y/n was talking about you like you were some random girl we'd never met."

"i literally said she's a girl i know, which isn't a lie," you defended.

you booted up the game and invited chaewon, yunjin, and yujin to your lobby. everyone picked their characters as you fiddled with the settings.

"what difficulty should i pick?" you asked the group.

"maybe advanced?" yujin suggested.

"or, you know, maybe normal?" chaewon said, her voice laced with caution.

"we can handle expert. we've got this," yunjin declared confidently.

"can we, though?" you asked, skeptical.

"of course! we're pro gamers," yunjin insisted.

"you know what? you're right. expert it is," yujin agreed, backing her up.

"i don't agree with this at all, but sure," chaewon muttered.

sighing, you set the difficulty to expert, not trusting yunjin or yujin at all but just wanting to see what happens.

user2 we'll see how long that lasts user3 "they're not even lasting a minute" is winning the polls by a landside rn user4 betting all my points on them losing rn

the game loaded in, and as usual, you all messed with the controls to get comfortable. scanning the ground, you grabbed a weapon and glanced at everyone else's characters.

"wait... why is chaewon's character kinda hot?" you remarked suddenly.

"huhhhh?" yunjin blurted, totally caught off guard.

"y/n, you can't just say stuff like that," yujin laughed, trying to hold it in.

"i'm serious!" you continued. "her character just backed it up on me. y'all need to see this from my point of view."

as the first wave of zombies swarmed in, everything fell apart in record time. chaewon screamed as she died almost immediately, yujin calmly took out a few zombies, while yunjin panicked because of chaewon's freakout—only to die herself. you were just trying to help, but it was too late. you all died in less than a minute.

you quickly went to adjust the difficulty. "normal or advanced?" you asked, trying not to laugh.

"we died so fast!" yunjin laughed, still in disbelief.

"we can handle advanced," yujin suggested.

"no, we cannot," chaewon said, her voice sounding genuinely scared.

you set the difficulty to normal for the sake of chaewon, who seemed like she was actually traumatized from the previous events.

"no, we cannot," chaewon said, her voice sounding genuinely scared.

"everyone on the roller coaster," yunjin instructed, already making her way up the tracks.

you followed, but when yunjin turned around, she noticed chaewon still struggling at the bottom. "she's down there alone. she's not gonna make it."

"i am!" chaewon yelled, her voice laced with panic as she fought off the swarm of zombies below, while the rest of you were already perched at the top of the roller coaster tracks, watching her struggle.

"you gotta get up here!" yujin called out, her tone urgent.

"i'm trying!" chaewon replied, breathless.

"she's actually not gonna make it," you observed dryly.

before long, zombies started appearing at the top of the tracks, forcing all of you to engage in a fight. yujin was downed causing yunjin to freak out and looked to see chaewon stuck below, trying to fend off zombies and ultimately getting downed herself.

without hesitation, yunjin leapt down to save her. "i'll save you, chaewon!" she shouted, helping her back to her feet.

as soon as chaewon was revived, she announced, "i have a defibrillator! i can save yujin!"

meanwhile, yunjin called out, "i'm about to die!" as she sprinted up the roller coaster tracks.

"please don't," you muttered as you yourself were downed.

"y/n!" yunjin screamed from the other side of the tracks, panic evident in her voice.

yunjin and chaewon fought desperately to fend off the incoming horde, trying to revive at least one of you. but in the end, yunjin got downed too, leaving only chaewon to fight.

"teamwork did not make the dream work, yikes," you commented, leaning back in your chair.

"that's toxic, y/n," yunjin groaned.

"i'm coming back!" yunjin exclaimed as chaewon managed to help her back up.

"please don't," you deadpanned.

they finally revived yujin, but the zombie horde was relentless. despite your best efforts, it wasn't enough, and you were all taken down by the overwhelming hoard. the level had to be restarted, but at least you managed to beat it on the second try.

now that you all were in a safe room, the group decided it was time for a quick break before the next round. you took this time to turn your attention to chat, seeing a chat from kazuha causing you to smile at it.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ ain't no way ur playing with my roommates & not me rn

"are you jealous?" you asked in a teasing tone.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ and if i was?

"i would have invited you, but you were busy," you replied with a grin.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ :( k_a_z_u_h_a__ still messed up

user2 should we leave 🤨

"i'll play games with you next time then."

k_a_z_u_h_a__ :) k_a_z_u_h_a__ that works k_a_z_u_h_a__ gotta film now... k_a_z_u_h_a__ i'll miss u

"bye, kazuha. go do your job," you said, waving at the camera with a smile.

once kazuha logged off, you responded to a few more questions about the game and joked with your chat before the break ended. then it was time to lock back in for the next round.

"chaewon, behind you!" yunjin shouted, swinging a baseball bat wildly at the zombie chasing after chaewon's character. "this thing's so fast!"

chaewon let out a scream once she finally noticed, firing her gun with her eyes squeezed shut. somehow, she managed to kill the zombie.

"i got it, chae!" yunjin said triumphantly, smacking the now-dead zombie one last time for good measure.

"oh wow, thanks a lot," chaewon replied sarcastically. "really saved my life there."

before yunjin could respond, a spitter grabbed her character. "wait, huh? chae, help!" she called out, struggling.

chaewon just burst out laughing, watching yunjin's character get dragged away.

"why are you laughing? help me!" yunjin begged, "my character's gonna die! do something!"

chaewon kept laughing, only stepping in after yunjin's health hit was completely down.

"i was actually dying, and you just stood there laughing like a maniac," yunjin grumbled. "even after i saved you."

"oh, that was funny," chaewon said, still catching her breath.

a little later, yujin came up to you, wielding a chainsaw as you took down the last zombie in sight only for yujin to swing the chainsaw at you.

"what the fuck!" you yelped.

"oh, sorry! thought you were a zombie," yujin said with fake innocence.

"no, you didn't. don't lie to me," you laughed.

"i'm serious, i couldn't tell the difference!" yujin insisted.

"yeah, sure," you replied, shaking your head.

eventually, you all reached the safe room, the mid-level stats appeared on screen, detailing the damage each of you had dealt. once your characters were back in view, everyone reloaded their weapons, patched up any wounds, and stocked up on ammo and supplies, prepping for the next onslaught.

"alright, last level. let's go," yunjin said with determination prompting you to open the door.

"yippee! last level!" chaewon cheered, her voice full of excitement.

"we're professionals now," yunjin boasted confidently, with chaewon echoing, "professional gamers!"

"seasoned at this point," yunjin added.

the mood was light as you ventured out, shooting the few zombies that outside near the safe room. things were manageable until chaewon's panicked scream rang out.

"behind us! oh god, they're behind us!"

user5 instant chaos 😭

you whipped around, guns blazing as yujin tossed a boomer bile into the horde, and you got out of there following behind chaewon who was now heading up some bleachers. as you were a prompt came up to start the stage lighting.

"do i start this?" yunjin asked, eyeing a prompt to activate the stage lights. before anyone could answer, she hit it.

"oh—we have to survive here," yujin noted, already scanning for a place to take cover.

"there's some medkits up here!" chaewon called out.

the notification flashed across the screen: rescue is coming! defend yourselves.

"alright! where are we holding out?" yunjin asked.

"under the main stage," yujin suggested, and both you and chaewon agreed.

with that, the fight began. molotovs flew, bullets sprayed, and zombies kept pouring in, all while the stage lights burst like fireworks overhead.

"yujin, behind you!" yunjin yelled, saving her from a sneak attack.

"thank you," yujin replied, barely catching her breath.

"i got the right side!" chaewon called out, steady in her role.

"i got all the sides... except for the ones i don't," yunjin quipped.

"we're literally destroying them," yujin remarked confidently. "this is easy."

"too easy," yunjin agreed.

just as the lights flickered out and the zombies seemed to stop coming, you were about to relax.

"that's... it?" you muttered.

"i knew we would end them," yujin said proudly.

you were about to reply when chaewon's voice cut through. "guys..."

"it's just one. we'll mow it down," yunjin said dismissively.

"yeah," chaewon echoed.

as you focused on the tank approaching, chaos struck again—a jockey rode yujin, dragging her health down fast. you quickly intervened, freeing her before returning your attention to the tank.

"wait... it's not dying," yunjin exclaimed in disbelief, continuing to unload bullets.

"he's so big," chaewon groaned.

"oh, wait, it is now!" yunjin cried as the tank finally fell, everyone cheering as victory seemed close.

but then, another swarm appeared. zombies flooded the bleachers, and yujin was slammed to the ground by a charger. chaewon, wielding an axe, rushed in to save her, only to face yet another tank. the group barely managed to set it on fire and take it down as the rescue helicopter appeared overhead.

another notification flashed across the screen: rescue has arrived! get aboard

you and chaewon scrambled up the bleachers while yujin held her own on stage, fighting off the remaining zombies. but just as she made it to you, chaewon was downed. yunjin ran to help but got downed herself.

yujin threw a molotov to clear the area but ended up setting both you and chaewon on fire in the process. "both chaewon and yunjin are down! we can't go without them," yujin said urgently.

"i'm coming, give me a sec!" you yelled as you fought through the flames to revive yunjin.

"just run to the helicopter!" you shouted once yunjin was back on her feet.

as you made your escape, yunjin got downed again. yujin, torn between survival and saving her friend, paused. "i can't leave without her!" she cried, fighting off zombies. but eventually, she gave in. "actually, i might have to leave her," yujin said, backing away.

"yujin! what the fuck!" yunjin shouted as yujin left her behind.

"sorry, i gotta put me first," yujin quipped as she headed to the helicopter with you and chaewon.

"wait, we can't leave without chaewon," you said.

"you right, we can't leave her, and by we i mean you two" yujin agreed staying near the helicopter, far from the danger.

"i have a defibrillator!" you said, rushing to revive yunjin.

"alright, i'll cover you," chaewon promised, while yujin hung back in her safe zone.

you called for help, taking damage while trying to get yunjin up. "wait, help me!"

chaewon hesitated but eventually stepped forward, just as yujin climbed into the helicopter. "pilot, you can leave now."

"what do you mean, leave?" you snapped.

before you knew it, the helicopter left with only yujin aboard. the sound of her triumphant laughter echoed in your headset.

"yujin, you left?!" chaewon's disbelief was palpable.

"ain't no way," yunjin muttered.

in memory of:

chaechae jenaissante gameryn

"i went to get a medkit for chaewon, and they killed me for it," yunjin said.

"in memory of us minus yujin's bitch ass" you said.

"don't worry, you'll be going in the autobiography for sure," yujin reassured like that meant anything.

"it's so on brand. yujin would leave us in a zombie apocalypse," chaewon sighed.

yujin just laughed in response.

"wow. you're not even gonna try and defend yourself?" you asked, incredulous.

"y'all wouldn't believe me anyway," yujin said casually.

"damn right! you left us!" yunjin exclaimed.

"if we ever end up in this situation for real, i'm sacrificing you first," you said firmly.

"fair," yujin responded, still laughing.

after the game, the group spent a few minutes laughing and recapping the best moments, mentioning yujin's betrayal and the chaos that ensued. once everyone said their goodbyes and left the call, you sighed in relief, finally able to settle in for some one-on-one time with your chat to debrief without the noise of the rest of the group. 

user6 yujin really said "every man for himself" lmao

user7 ofc yujin would be the one to leave

user8 yujin's betrayal arc, wow...

user9 left 4 dead (literally)

user0 no mercy, no loyalty, just vibes

user1 yujin's so real for that

“never inviting yujin to another lobby again,” you declared, shaking your head. you spent a few moments catching up on donations and responding to messages you missed during the game before wrapping up the stream with your usual outro.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

[paradox-time]

I am writing a TTRPG

I'm sort of Frankensteining together a bunch of other games and systems while adding in my own ideas and rules

It's a far future post apocalypse setting where you play as a robot navigating this strange and dangerous world, while looking for blueprints for upgrades, or battling mechanical monsters and scavenging their parts.

It's in early stages right now as just a hobby project, but I'm considering blogging development updates 🤔

It's a setting I've had in my head for years and I'm just finally putting it to paper. A lot of the game is locked and loaded living in my head, so the hard part is just fabrication, art, organization, and general balance logistics.

Teaching myself basic robotics in an hour was the easy part. Simplifying it into a character sheet to the point where someone who doesn't know anything about robotics or computers could understand the game mechanics? That was a bit more difficult.

But I like a challenge and start stupid ambitious projects all the time. I'm really enjoying the pure creative process mixed with the hard lines of gaming systems.

Wish me luck tabletop gamers!!

[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[egelantier]

rimworld, the addiction

i promised a post about rimworld somewhere an entirety away, and even if i did, by now i was playing it exclusively, a bit every day, for something like half a year, so i think it deserves some kind of an entry in my journal either way.

preface: usually when i describe games here, i put in some kind of a note how this or that game is very casual user friendly (because i am a casual user), and you can play it if you never played stuff, and so on. rimworld is not quite that game. it’s very much a gamer’s game, in a sense that its UI looks like an unholy cross of “hello, world!” programming and an excel spreadsheet, it’s incredibly counterintuitive, it takes from ten to twenty minutes to load on the average (and the loading screen looks like it crashed meantime), and it wants you to suffer. if you play any amount of time, you’re going to inevitably end up with hundred to two hundred mods, and to make the game move with all those mods you’ll have to follow the easily-accessible tutorials with advice like “install this handy Python program” and “Select "BC7 Texconv compressor" on the middle bottom.” and the complexity of the game’s inner system makes its own tutorial - well - it will tell you that you colony needs a freezer for food to outlive the winter, but you will have to intuit by yourself that to make this freezer you’ll have to build a double-walled room of just the right side, put in two air conditioner users set one degree celsius apart from each other to minimize the power load, don’t forget to build double-door airlocks to account for the temperature spikes when the door opens and adjust it by the variety in your biome’s climate. and don’t even get me started on killboxes! this is to say, you’re going to be watching youtube and reading guides. a lot.

(OKAY it’s not THAT bad and you mostly need to be able to know where the mod folder is and how to follow detailed instructions. but by the standards by today’s, increasingly mobile and under-the-hood gaming, it’s practically NASA. even minecraft is more user-friendly in comparison.)

and yet like i said: hordes of rabid fans, literally months of addictive playing, thousands of mods, active scene. why? and what the hell is it? let’s see.

rimworld as a setting is a procedurally generated world in a galaxy far, far away (that takes its setting inspiration from firefly, star wars, a bit of dune, and a general space opera vibe), with diverse climate biomes (from ice sheets to arid deserts, from temperate forests to tropical swamps), inhabited by a variety of friendly and unfriendly flora and fauna and a multitude of friendly and very unfriendly tribes, factions, empire remnants and such. they send each other (and you) raids and trade caravans, and overall just try to survive.

“you" is an unspecified entity (some speculate that you might be an orbital AI, but it doesn’t quite matter) in charge of a group of your “pawns,“ aka colonists - little blobby humanoid representations of either baseline or gene-modified humans that, in a variety of scenarios, find themselves on the unhospitable surface of rimworld either literally butt-naked or with a scant handful of resources, and have to survive and build their way up from a hovel and a campfire to the ultratech spacefaring colony. pawns have their own backstories, traits, needs and health condition; they form relationships, meet their relatives, get together, make up, break up, marry, divorce, make children, mourn their lost people, keep pets, suffer from mental breaks and so on. you can give them direct orders in some occasions, like the battle, but for most of the time you’re going to give them priorities based on their skillset, and watch them do their things on their own, which is alternately fun, touching and infuriating.

your colony’s experience in rimworld is governed by one of the (canonically) three “storytellers,” aka AIs, who’re in charge of sending you various events - enemy raids, wanderers joining in, solar eclipses, manhunting packs of rabid enemies, crop blights, weather anomalies and so on. each storyteller has several levels of intensity, from ‘peaceful’ (it’ll keep weather events and random angry animal attacks, but cut out everything related to hostile pawns, like raiders) to ‘death is inevitable,’ and also has their own style: phoebe just wants you to have a good time, cassandra provides a linear progression of difficulty and alternates ‘bad’ and ‘good’ challenges, and randy just doesn’t give a fuck and WILL get your colony attacked by mechanoids, manhunting yorkshire terriers and pig-human raiders on the same day your favorite melee fighter died and all the electricity cut out, just for the hell of it.

the intended (loosely) gameplay is to randomise your colonists, pick up a storyteller on a medium difficulty, set the game to ‘only save on exit, permadeath’ setting and let your colony tell its own history by surviving as much as it can, mourning its losses and celebrating its wins, and eventually succumbing to the entrophy (or, less likely, achieving one of the win conditions - building a spaceship and getting off the planet, decoding an ancienty mystery to join up with a techmegabrain, hitching a ride with the imperial ship after gladhanding the emperor and his escort in style for a set amount of days, etc.). but the beauty of rimworld is that between the granular difficulty settings and mods you’re able - and welcome - to finetune your experience to the exact specific level of challenge and/or chill you want. don’t care for the fighting at all and just want to build your colony and select the right shade of the carpets? put it on peaceful. don’t mind raiders but fuck those guys who airpod in the middle of your base or breach your walls? the turtle mod is your friend. raiders are fine, but you want to dig your way into the mountain without being afraid of giant insect infestations? turn those assholes off. want to min-max your experience and fight literal horders of enemies every ten minutes? either max out the difficulty or install one of the thousand of mods like combat extended or whatever, that add difficulties and mechanics.

and meanwhile the game - that looks deceptively simple on the outside, build this, harvest this - is stuffed with overcomplicated intersection of various systems creating weird outcomes. it’s a bit minecraft and a bit dwarf fortress and a bit sims and emergent gateways all the way. your little pawns follow the tenets of their ideoligions, get upset over seeing corpses or eating mushrooms, go into berserk rages after eating without a table one too many times, make friends, celebrate the defeat of their rivals and get attached to random squirrels. they can interact with other inhabitants of rimworlds by trading and diplomacy, or indulge in raiding, piracy, enslavement, ritualized murder, forced conversions, cannibalism or non-consensual organ and gene harvesting. a starved pawn on a frozen ice will eat somebody’s body and feel bad about it… unless they come from a society of cannibals, in which case it would be fine and dandy, but they might be upset about eating their human meat in an untidy room, you know? some precepts require the colonists to worship blindness; some of them make people hate the sight of the sun, and some require worshipping every tree and never kill an animal. it’s all, to put it simply, complicated.

and then, of course, mods. the game is created to be as mod-friendly as possible, and so there are literal thousands of them, and they reflect the multifaceted insanity of the world in the most hilarious ways. the most-downloaded mod overall is called wall lights and allows you, well, to put lamps on the wall. the other popular one is called “war crimes,” and you can probably infer its purpose from the title. there are mods that prettify, fully change or customise the chunky UI; mods that clean up or straight up rewrite the graphics; mods that make your little blobby guys look anime and sexy (it’s hilarious); mods that turn rimworld into warhammer 40k, or star wars, or mass effect, or lord of the rim, or a lovecraftian nightmare, or some combination thereof. my favorite of the moment is the collection centered around medieval overhaul, a clever and beautiful bundle that turns the gritty space opera into the fully realized medieval town builder - with smithies and bakeries and castle walls and knight plumages. it takes some time to cobble together a collection that works (and then make sure it all hangs together, and learn to use rimsql, and figure out what the hell defs are and why your log is giving you errors, and change the order of mods a thousand times, and make sure you did not accidentally turn your squirrels into unstoppable death machines while trying to add some prettier capes to your tailor bill), but on practice it means that pretty much every person playing will have their own unique copy of the game, vastly different from what somebody next to them is playing.

like i said above, the intended gameplay is the triumph and misery of playing through as is; but i’m having one of the shittiest years of my entire life, and so almost every day i would load it up and watch the progress of my little medieval towns from one lost person in the wood trying to figure out how to spin flax into thread into little blooming towns, with nothing to distract me. there’s something of bird-watching or flower-pressing to this experience: you set up the conditions and you set up your priorities (or install ‘free will’ and then tear your hair out over your pawns avoiding research and cleaning their floor while winter is looming ahead and they need to figure out how to make parkas) and then you watch how it all unfolds, and you can sprinkle in a bit of a challenge, or you can just watch them grow and mix up and change and misbehave and be silly and transform, and transform, and transform. it more or less saved my sanity. it’s a very specific kind of experience - i built a monastery with a winery and an apothecary’s dark corner in one map, and a small mountain hideaway for a runaway princess in another, and a rough-and-tumble tundra city in third, and so on - and i saw people building unstoppable war machines instead, or trying to survive specific unfair scenarios, or roleplaying, or multiplayering, or minmaxing with spreadsheets and calculators, or all of the above - and god, is it good. is it so goddamn good.

so! whether you want to play it or have ran away screaming by this time, i hope you enjoyed this silly writeup. and if you do want to start playing, don’t hesitate to ask me stuff! or like share my list of mods and so on.

[kwallanghae]

thirst | wen junhui

member: wen junhui - seventeen

content: comedy, vampire! junhui, reader who does not believe in the supernatural

summary: junhui can’t let anyone know about his darkest secret, and luckily even when staring directly at it, you refuse to believe in silly things like vampires.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: description of blood and drinking blood, language (cursing), hospital setting, mentions of masturbation, somewhat suggestive

ahhhh thank you so much for 100 followers! this is a quick drabble i wrote just to say thank you (and also ever since limbo came out i’ve been itching to write about vampire junhui)

Jun drank hungrily, feeling drips fall down his cheek. He wiped at the corners of his mouth, greedily licking up every last drop. God, there was something so humiliating about it all. The hiding in the shadows, the stealing, the thirst, the bloodlust. Yet, as he finally quenched his ever growing thirst, Jun couldn’t find it in himself to care. All he wanted was to drink, and in the storeroom of his local hospital at 4AM, that was what he was going to do. 

He knew he was getting sloppy. Every so often a pained moan would slip from his stained lips, or blood would fall to the floor, staining the carpet. He wanted to hiss at every wasted droplet, but all he could do was drink with more and more fervour.

“What the fuck?”

That was, until the lights of the hallway shone onto him, hunched over several empty bloodbags, with crimson lines along the sides of his mouth, and you staring at him in disgust. 

“I swear, it’s not-“

You rolled your eyes, pulling on your gloves before stepping into the closet, grabbing at the empty bloodbags. “Three bags? C’mon man. You better be donating loads to make up for this.”

Junhui’s eyes were wide at your behaviour, and he licked his fingers, wiping away at the blood on his cheeks, swallowing a moan as he got one last taste of the sweetness. 

“Aren’t you… scared?” He whispered, only for you to groan, jabbing at his shoulder with a pointed finger.

“You’re really committing to this bit, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Come on!” You walked over to the bin, dropping the bags in the liner, and closing the lid. “You were moaning as if you were mid orgasm, in a hospital. During your shift, I might add. I mean, I know not much happens in graveyard hours, but still.” As you spoke, he got closer and closer, still hazy from his latest feed. And the fact that he was interrupted before he could finish. And now you were right there. “It’s like you wanted to be walked in on. Honestly, I thought you were jacking off.”

“WHAT?”

“Get over yourself, what I saw is even weirder.” Junhui knew he couldn’t argue that. His composure was weak, threatening to slip away entirely. Your scrubs were fairly form fitting, but you had one pair that was just one size too big, and those just happened to be the ones you had picked out today, leaving your collar and neck particularly exposed. Junhui wondered what would happen if he trapped you in a corner. What noises you would make if he just…

“Stop staring at me like that you weeb. God, are you still horny?”

He gasped, taking a step away from you. “I am not a weeb!”

“Oh? Then what are you?” You challenged, your tone bored. Junhui was filled with rage. You should be terrified! 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, stepping towards you, flashing you a look of his pearly, sharp teeth. You didn’t step back, but you didn’t exactly make a move to get any closer either. 

“Junhui, I don’t know what you think people are into, but the whole gamer aesthetic, never goes into the sun or eats fruits and vegetables, and uses cheesy lines like ‘stay away’ is really old. You’re not from twilight.”

What. 

“It’s not a bit, wait, I go out.”

“I’ve literally never seen you when it’s not pitch black. And you’re so pale.”

“It’s a skin condition!”

“Yeah, sure. Tell yourself that. Just get out and get some vitamin D, please.”

You moved towards the door, and Junhui’s bruised ego almost let you, but he was filled with a sudden determination, and slammed the door closed before you could let yourself out. He couldn’t let you go, not after what you had just seen. And you smelled oh so good…

“I’m not letting you leave so easily.” He whispered huskily. He waited for your reaction, for the swallowed gulps, the whine, the whimpers, the- wait why were you rolling your eyes again?

“Again, Junhui, this isn’t really my thing. You’re like two seconds from putting cat ears on me and nibbling on my neck.” 

Junhui couldn’t stop himself. He wished he could, but it slipped so easily. 

“Did you just… moan?” Junhui was so fucked. “Oh my god! Do you like me or something? I’m not gonna lie, you’re hot and all, but you’re so fucking weird, man. Stop drinking blood to make yourself seem emo.”

“I’m not doing this to seem emo!”

“Fine, goth, whatever. Just let me leave please, I have a long shift and I don’t need you humping my leg.”

He slammed his hand above your head, trapping you between him and the wall. “It’s not to seem emo. I need to feed.” You were silent. Junhui smirked, he had finally gotten you to shut up. That was, until you started giggling. 

“Hahahaha, wait, are you saying- hmmhhhh- that you’re a vampire? HA! Hahahahaha!” You could barely speak through fits of laughter, doubling over to hold your stomach. If he was human, Junhui would have gone red in the face. 

“Stop laughing!”

“Oh my god, I’m going to start crying.”

He hit his hand against the wall in frustration, which of course, only made you laugh more. You began chewing on your bottom lip to control your giggles, but if you kept doing that, you were going to break skin. Two minutes ago, Junhui was scared he was going to do something that risked exposing him, not something that instead risked your teasing laughter and his ever growing sense of humiliation. He dropped his head so it was aligned with your neck, that shook and bobbed as you laughed, taking a sneaky whiff.

“Stop smelling me, loser. You’re not gonna convince me you’re a vampire.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up! You occultist.”

The closer he was to you, the more his hunger grew, and the more your laughter frustrated him. Junhui swore, four more seconds like this and he was going to do something he would regret. With all the strength he had, he pulled himself away, off the walls, allowing you space to leave.

“Aww, are you embarrassed now?” You laughed. “Serves you right for stealing all that blood. You better find some B- donors soon.”

Junhui kept his gaze trained on the floor, trying his best to let his bloodlust subside. Your giggles slowly died down, and you moved away, patting his shoulder sweetly. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this.” You told him, and he looked at you in surprise. “Yeah, weirdly enough, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen one of you interns drinking blood. Soonyoung, in pediatrics, I caught him doing the same thing.”

Junhui smirked. How have you seen this multiple times and remained so blissfully ignorant of his true nature?

“Promise?”

You nodded, and quickly leaned towards him. His breath hitched as you placed a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. If you were more observant, you would have tasted the traces of blood still there. You winked at him, walking out of the closet, closing the door behind him. 

How sweet.

i’m not entirely sure what this is or what it’s turned into, but i hope you enjoy!!

[tobiasdrake]

Let's take this asshole down. Through gambling and... time travel... something. I don't know. I do not understand the plan. Halara's playing this close to their chest.

But I trust Halara and that's good enough. GO TEAM ALARM CLOCK!

...they're excusing themselves from the table. Maybe the draw is the plan? A stall for time?

Whoopsy doodle.

I've always wondered how you're supposed to do that maneuver subtly. It shows up in so many things but it's always so obvious that it's a ruse. But. Is it obvious because I already know it's a ruse? I don't know.

...is... is that the whole plan? Why? Why is that the plan? I am super confused right now. Explain, senpai.

I suppose if we need a weapon you can probably cut him really bad with those glass shards but I don't understand how that helps us right now.

But okay. I'll throw the dice. And he'll throw his loaded dice. And then--

AND THEN THE VENGEFUL SPIRIT OF HIS PAST SINS WILL ENTER THE ROOM.

IT WAS A FUCKING SIGNAL.

^_^ It was a Lucky Day miracle. Gosh, I just feel so blessed. What were the odds that his trick dice would malfunction and that guy that fell from the rooftop would miraculously return to consciousness all at the same time?

What did I tell y'all? My fortune teller was right. It's protective rainclouds and roses ALL. DAY. LONG.

Sorry friend-o but 7 beats 8 and that means I win.

This was a great plan. Halara's the best. I'm glad we got to team up with them after all. Unlike that useless Desuhiko who completely bailed on us before we came into the casino.

Okay I was shitposting but no, Fubuki sincerely doesn't realize what Desuhiko's role in this plan was. XD I generally don't like when the game goes too hard on "LOL Bimbo" for Fubuki but that line was priceless.

Look at her. Poor Fubuki.

Halara's launching straight into the post-case debrief but Fubuki's over there staring into middle distance and questioning reality right now. Anyone could secretly be Desuhiko. How long was the rooftop faller Desuhiko? What if everyone is secretly Desuhiko?

What. If. I'm. Secretly Desuhiko?

That was Lucky Day powers at work! It's like I said. Just because the fortune teller was a paid corporate shill, that doesn't mean the fortune she read can't be real. Fate works in mysterious ways! You don't know!

This is a sweet moment for Halara. We're. Just. Going to ignore that Fubuki had to reload her save a couple of times to make that happen.

It still counts. I think most gamers would agree with that. Maybe not those perma-death tryhards....

WHY ARE YOU TRYING?

I don't think Fubuki would rewind to cheat on purpose in a friendly game with her colleagues. She's not going to go, "Oh, they had a good hand. Well, I'll just hop back in time and fold so I don't lose my chips."

I do, however, think Fubuki would innocently rewind because she shouldn't have given that card away, without even realizing that it's cheating.

Halara, you've created a monster. Still, I suppose maybe I should take back what I said too. Fubuki's got a good grasp of what would be an inappropriate use of her powers in this game. Instead, the real reason Desuhiko can't take her is obvious.

Because it's her motherfucking Lucky Day, y'all!

^_^ This was a good day. I enjoyed this substory quite a bit. Fubuki is, as expected, an utter treat to play as. The rapport between Fubuki and Halara is brilliant, and I want to see the two of them team up more.

100% would play Fubuki and Kurumi team-up spinoff. 100% would play Fubuki and Halara team-up spinoff. Fubuki, Kurumi, and Halara team-up spinoff? Solid motherfucking gold.

With one case where Halara wheels a container into the room as a special weapon to deploy against their adversaries. And when they open it up, Vivia's lying in there, ready to join up with them for this one chapter.

Just one, though. Not because I don't like Vivia. I adore Vivia. But because Vivia's a character who should be used sparingly. His whole vibe is "I will not do anything for 95% of this story. But when I do get up, shit gets real."

This was great. I was so happy.

You can still see Kodaka's disrespect for the character bleeding through. Desuhiko's chapter was all about Desuhiko trying and failing to solve his case, while Halara more or less takes over Fubuki's case for her own good. Fubuki quickly becomes a supporting character in her own plot. That's not great.

But the dynamic between Fubuki and Halara is nonetheless charming enough to carry it. So I had a good time all the same.

[howlingday]

Neptune: Oh, uh, one more thing, sir! You told me you couldn't have possibly have been at the crime scene at that time because on account of your alibi, that being you were at home playing your Dustation 3. Now, forgive me, but if that's true, I gotta ask, because I'm not too savvy with technology, but I thought the Dustation 3 had no games to play? How could you have been playing it then?

Jacques: Why, Junior Detective, don't you know? The Dustation 3 has many games to play, considering it's backwards compatible with the Dustation 2. I was simply playing one of my favorite DS2 games at the time of the murder. Surely, Junior Detective, you are at least somewhat familiar with a little game called Kingdom of Hearts? Why, I'd be all too happy to show you my save file if it would put your mind at ease.

Neptune: Oh, yeah, Kingdom of Hearts! Ah, now that one's a classic. My buddy, Sun, is really into that little Sora guy. No, no, you are absolutely right, sir. I should've thought of that. Well, I'll get outta yer hair then.

Neptune: -Oh! One more thing! I just remembered something Sun told me that you might find interesting. See, the DS3 is backwards compatible, but only with the DS1, or the original Dustation. Or at least, the top-loading ones like what you showed me. But Kingdom of Hearts wasn't on the DS1, was it, Mr. Schnee?

Jacques: ...No. No, it isn't. How... How very... observant of you, Junior Detective. I, er, must have been mistaken. My memory of that dreadful night has... It has my mind all in a jumble. It must have been one of my other games in my DS1 library. Pyro, maybe, or- Aha! Now I remember! Terminal Magic 7! Thunderhead, the character of that game is in both TM7 AND Kingdom of Hearts! Utterly foolish of me to get my wires crossed like that.

Neptune: Ah, alright then. That explains it. Well, you have a good night then.

Neptune: ...Oh, uh... I oughtta let you know, we did find data on your memory card for DS1 games, but no TM7. It's probably a glitch, so, uh... You might want to get that checked out.

Jacques: Now see here, Vasilius; perhaps if you spent less time prying into my gaming history and more time searching for real clues, you would have caught the real killer by now! (Huffs) If you have anything more to say to me, you can speak through my lawyer! I have a live stream soon and I DON'T intend to keep my followers waiting. Good! Day! Sir!

Neptune: Understandable, sir! Certainly! I'll just get right out of your way.

Neptune: Oh, gee! Gosh, I am so sorry about this, but I forgot to mention, we DID find a clue linked to the murder. We determined from Mr. Taurus' autopsy that we repeatedly beaten in the back of the head with a small, blunt object. It was about six inch longways. Likely a, uh... analog gamepad of some kind.

Neptune: DuelStock. That's what the lab girls told me. Do you know what console this goes to? I only ask, since you know a lot about these sorta things, since, well...

Neptune: You are a gamer, after all.

Directed by HOWLING DAY

[twilightmalachite]

Machina - Test World 2

Author: Kino Seitaro (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Sora, Makoto

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Cryptocurrency? Digital… money?"

Season: Winter

Location: Information Room

Sora: Sora’s here to play, Yuuki-sense~!

Makoto: Harukawa-kun? I thought you were gonna play outside today.

Sora: HaHa~, Sora did also play with a kite at first!

But today he ran into Mika-chan-san, so he changed his mind~♪

Makoto: “Mika-chan-san”…? Are you talking about Kagehira-kun?

Mika: Nnah, umm…

Makoto: Ahaha, so you were hiding behind the door, Kagehira-kun. Feel free to come on inside, okay?

Sora: Is Mika-chan-san shy? Don’t sorry, Yuuki-sense~ is a very kind person~! ♪

Mika: Nna, that’s not really it… I’m also antiquated with Mako-kun.

I’m not necessarily shy… Nah, it’s really not that at all.

I was jus’ nervous if it was really okay to enter such a big security room like this, really.

I imaged an intelligence room’d be fulla specialized stuff like delicate equipment an’ personal infos, so I was thinkin’ about what if I accidentally broke somethin’…

Makoto: Well, there are quite a bit of wires and stuff around here.

But it’s strong enough that they won’t break if you accidentally step on them. Don’t worry, come and sit down.

Mika: Thank ya kindly. Then, I’ll go an’ take a seat next to you.

So, did’ja also help make this Test World, Mako-kun? Are you involved ‘cuz yer good at games, or somethin’?

Makoto: Yeah, something like that.

I used to be a member of the gaming club, so I was asked by Switch to be a test player.

The Test World is a newly created and hectic place, so they’re trying to get as many gamers as possible to play and help develop the community, y’see.

Sora: Yes! Sora can confidently leave it up to a gamer like Yuuki-sense~!

He spent winter break with Sora immersed in the Test World~! ♪

Makoto: It’s more of a volunteer work thing. But thanks to it, I wasn’t bored at all this winter break!

Anyways. The sun will set before we know if it we just talk.

Let put on the VR goggles and enter the Test World.

Sora: That’s right! Let’s go log in, then!

Use the spare goggles here, Mika-chan-san! ♪

Mika: Ah, okay. Gotcha.

How’m I supposed to wear this, umm…

Mika: !?

Nnah, where am I?! Saison Avenue!?

Mika: Hah, hah… So this is VR now, huh?

Sora: Yes, it is, but… Is something wrong with the goggles?

Mika: No, nothing like that, just… It was so realistic I got surprised, ‘cuz it was a familiar place unlike last time I did SSVRS.

Sora: HiHi~, Sora’s glad it was effective right away! ♪

SSVRS is worked on day and night, so the 3D models are much more precise now~!

In detail, the number of polygons haven’t increased, but rather the goggles have been revised, that way it feels more comfortable and there’s no load on the server~!

Makoto: It’s gotten pretty technologically advanced, hasn’t it? SSVRS’ evolution surprised me too!

So I’m having a lot of fun thanks to that… But really, I want people who don’t usually play games to give it a try.

Kagehira-kun, I’ll be joining you soon at Saison Avenue in SSVRS, so can you put your goggles back on and wait for me?

Mika: Mhm. Sorry ‘bout the fuss, lemme go on back…

Mika: …There we go. How’s that?

Sora: HuHu~♪ It was perfect, Mika-chan-san!

Let’s start off by walking around the virtual world. There’s a lotta shops in this town inspired by Saison Avenue~! ♪

Mika: Whoa… The shops here look jus’ like the real world, but they sell different things.

Trendy clothes and accessories, and furniture too, huh... Oh, and there’s yuru-charas!

Amazing… And all of this was made for VR.

Sora-kun, what’s this VL$ written here mean? Is it different than the L$ we have…?

Sora: Ah, Mika-chan-san has a keen eye! That’s VL$, virtual L dollar… A cryptocurrency that can be exchanged for real money!

Mika: Cryptocurrency?

Sora: Yup! Digital money linked to the real world~!

Mika: Digital… money?

I guess I don’t really get it… What’s the difference between that and real money?

Makoto: Money in the real world is issued by a country and is built on the trust of the country, right? Cryptocurrencies are issued in games and virtual worlds.

…Sorry for interrupting the convo. You guys were talking about something interesting, so I ended up chiming in without a greeting.

Cryptocurrencies are complicated, but in simple terms, it’s like a system where you can exchange in-game money for real-world money.

Since its value isn’t stable and has the disadvantage of crashing like stock prices, SSVRS is keeping it Test World-only as a precaution.

…Right, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Nice assist, Yuuki-sense~!

Basically, only sales from products sold in Test World stores can be turned into VL$ and used in the real world.

The test players are super active because of that~ They’re creating tons of digital art!

And, if you use a 3D printer, you can even print the things you make in real life! So Mika-chan-san can make lots of things to play with too~! ♪

Mika: Makin’ digital art and making it real… I see. I feel like I’ll be able to keep my promise to Oshi-san then ♪

Alright, I’m motivated to create somethin’ too! Lemme try to make somethin’ in the Test World!

If I can sell it, exchange it for real world money and add it to Valkyrie’s budget, I’m sure Oshi-san will be pleased too. ♪

I’m killin’ two birds with one stone with this. Thank you fer the lesson, Sora-kun, Mako-kun! ♪

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[sims3tutorialhub]

Hello! So, this time I'm kinda looking for opinions on one theory I have about "fixing" something. So, if you have any other idea apart from my theory, everything is welcome.

I am basically having this problem where my game keeps crashing and I could always fix it. But this time I'm trying everything I can and there's no way. I mean, there's one way left but it's basically taking out some CC, sorting it out. But that's already not an option for me cause I had already done that before installing. The thing is, I had about the same amount of CC as you (30gb) sims3pack + packages. Recently, I installed some new CC (clothes and objects as simspack and 3-5 new mods from MTS) and now everything has gone up to 35gb. (28gb being on DCcache, sims3pack basically). So my game up until now has runned fine, with it's lags and crashes here and there but everything normal. Y'know, after a while of playing it crashes. Sure, that's okay. But now I'm trying to play in the save file I'm always playing. With it's Nraas register, overwatch, master controller settings, and other mods to make it run better. The only thing is that I'm not able to play for maybe more than 5 minutes on my main household. I also have other households on the same savefile. That's because I like to play rotationally and have my own sims as townies so my savefiles get big and heavy just because of that and not generations. And so here comes the problem. The crashing always ocurs in less than five minutes in any household living in a house the same size or bigger than a medium sized lot. I'm aware that even though this didn't happend before at all and I could perfectly play on them for hours, I have installed new CC on my game.

This is where my theory comes in, and where I could really use some opinions couse I'm really lost. I admit that what's causing this is well... Me, pushing my game to load more content. But bear with me, I had been wanting to buy a better graphics card for my PC. Mainly for sims 3, but I'm scared it's gonna do nothing. I have a laptop which, I have brought up before in this Tumblr, and in this laptop it doesn't matter how many cc and mods the game has,(maybe nothing at all) it's always gonna crash eventually. With vanilla sims, it crashes after 3 hours of playing. BUT, the game runs super smooth and waaay better than in the PC even with 35gb of CC. This is because it's basically a MSI gamer latptop from last year. i7, with 32gb of ram and a very good graphics card which I don't remember right now. But it's basically 75 times better than the PC's Nvidia GeForce 1050 ti In a 0-100% scale. (PC is an i3 and has 16gb RAM, which is a really good but,✨ sims 3✨ xd) I'm not gonna buy one like the laptop cause is really expensive but I was thinking about something in between if my game could run as close as good as in the laptop. The thing is I'm really confused because I'm really scared that even if I buy a new one, the PC could still crash at this problem I have just like the laptop crashes in seconds, that's why I brought it up. I don't want a smooth game if it's still gonna crash :')

I know my PC well, it doesn't crash inadvertently like the laptop, if I play vanilla sims no way it's crashing in 3hours. With CC it's very possible, but not vanilla. I have checked how much memory utilisizes and it's 7-8 gb of memory. out of 16, that's good, it's not bad. But again, it crashes at this houses outta nowhere. I now a solution is to avoid playing in these, but there's no way now I gotta make smaller ones when I have been playing in these for so many years. So there ya go. I could really use some advice as to what should I do about the graphics card thing, if it's better for me to get a CPU or what. Not both, that's a lot of money,I know both are important for gaming, but I can't afford it. Sorting out my CC it's not an option I already do that all the time, I clean my save to 36-40 mb with save cleaner and I convert everything I can to sims3pack because Packages make my game impossible to play. But I'm definitely not getting rid of my downloads folder 😅

Hii!!

Okay so, my advice: 1. Your save file is probably massive by now and its just too much for the game, I would check if its a memory issue (aka watch your memory as you play as sims can only go up to 3.6GB). I would also check other saves as if they work this is likely it 2. Definitely stop installing things as sims3pack, those things are awful. Just for shits and giggles remove your DCCache folder and see if it works then. 3. I am guessing you used save cleaner, s3mo/cc magic and all that jazz 4. No GPU or CPU is going to save you here sadly. I7 is a good CPU already. And laptop is never going to be as good as PC (my opinion) as it can never pull as much power as a PC. 5. Really all you can do is play a smaller world, less sims, kill off townies, and less decorated houses. Wish I could help but sims just is a 32bit program and nothing we do is going to fix that sadly!

[yumeyleo]

📷🍫✨🎵✏️😏💛🐰🍪🐶🎧🌼🙃🧸🏳️‍🌈🦋👖🥤💎☕🦖🌙🌴🐸🔮💙🌿🤎💌💄🌸💞

oh hell yeah i get to talk about myself. ego GROW

📷 - RAIDEN MEI (another image added so it doesn’t take up a shit load of space) also that is official art

🍫 - oh chocolate. wait no cheese. wait no chocola

✨ - ohh yeah. neon, amia, palm, yumey/yume/yumi

🎵 - i’m actually listening to music right now. itssss the madoka magica theme

✏️ - we don’t talk about that

😏 - yea, yumeyumeAPPLEO#2009

💛 - besides the basic ear piercings uhhh no

🐰 - uhhhhh if they like kiana kaslana or not

🍪 - oh those yummy as fuck cookies that have m&ms in them

🐶 - ohhhhhhhhhhh uhhhh. cat person? i love both a lot though

🎧 - earbuds, they’re lighter

🌼 - it was either really bad spanish or me screaming out loud due to mutual jumpscares™️

🙃 - needy streamer overload’s name was supposed to be Needy girl overdose, like it’s japanese counterpart. buuuut it was changed for reason i think are obvious

🧸 - my gamer chair™️

🏳️‍🌈 - no i’m homophobic (i’m bigender and biromantic)

🦋 - gay gay gay

👖 - i do actually prefer jeans

🥤 - wait i think it’s the cookie crumble Frappuccino. i don’t know, i don’t really go to Starbucks

💎 - MY PHONE. all you guys are in here

☕️ - tea is yummy sometimes but coffee

🦖 - i like them all (i can’t think of one right now)

🌙 - about half a year or more?

🌴 - boat

🐸 - dude i don’t know, whatever the hell nightcord at 25:00 has going on

🔮 - whatever the shit fuck KAngel has going on

💙 - i’m afraid of any and all social interaction, what do you think

🌿 - whatever the hell mizuki is wearing right here

🤎 - really dark brown, but do not fret, one of these days i will have pink and blue hair. and pronouns. transgender hair

💌 - yeah, who else am i supposed to talk to mf

💄- yeah but i never go outside so

🌸 - people saying my voice is pretty because wtf

💞 - @yumeyumeappleo self love, bros. (i’m too scared to @ them)