#more then 12 is uhh TOO MANY PLATES TO SPIN-

[gammaliminal]

Neon Troupe; an introduction to a tf2/overwatch fan game

welcome to the fairly near future… of the 80s! IBM, dotmatrix, disco, and cassette tapes are all the rage. despite lasers, miracle healing, uplifting animals, and more invented; we're still using CRT monitors and everything still groooovyyyyyyy. enter the companies Outlook Resurrection Grant (ORG) and Past Nations re-Kindled (PNK), which are locked into a corporate turf war due to a petty rivalry between workers spiraling way out of control. now enter the Contractors, people of varying stripes all equally (or more so compared to the others) willing to kill and die for a paycheck; and with corporate backing of military hardware, unexplained respawning, and unexplained clones (for the sake of the tone, neither of these will be explained).

if you couldn't tell already, this is basically TF2's excuse plot but set in the 80s, which hopefully we can do something new and original with! this project is inspired by OW2 self-destructing, making me finally deciding to start conceptualizing my idea for a class-based shooter in a similar vein as rivals of aether for platform fighters (more so inspired by tf2 then overwatch) pleaaaaaaase be nice to us; not only are we but two people who haven't designed any games before, but we're also purely doing this out of fun and aren't going to super strictly balance this. even if we're able to actually develop it. also, while we won't confirm any orientations, it'll be a looooooooooot more outwardly queer then either TF2 or OW <3 if that makes you angry, well we aren't creating this for you - Ξλ

links to stuff related to this project!! cast list companies and a bit of LOREEEE

[espisayer]

50 Questions

Tagged by @pirouettingoffthefuckinghandle

Welp I was gonna draw tonight but then my cat started lounging on my lap so fuck that I guess so thanks XD

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Black (and i use a comb, it’s easier to clean)

2. Name a food you never ever eat.

First things that come to mind is certain vegetables like celery, peppers, tomatoes

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Cold: my hands are cold and I’m always bundled up in a blanket if possible, I even brought a space heater to work

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Hanging out with my sister while we played video games (she played FF7 and I’m slogging through Dimitri’s route in Fire Emblem 3H)

5. What is your favourite candy bar?

Peanut butter snickers

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

Nope

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

Probably some kind of gibberish to my cat

8. What is your favourite ice cream?

Cookie dough

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Diet Dr. Pepper

10. Do you like your wallet?

Eh, it’s functional but kinda boring

11. What was the last thing you ate?

A pancake courtesy of my dad

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Don’t remind me that I need new clothes for work

13. The last sporting event you watched?

Nothing in the last decade I can remember, unless you count Tekken ball

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Actual butter popcorn from the theater, or white cheddar

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

Gushing to my mom about my cat

16. Ever go camping?

O h  h e l l n o, camping is everything i hate, bugs, heat, no electricity, bugs... and bugs

17. Do you take vitamins?

Just a multivitamin... okay a gummy vitamin

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

No. I’m not a religious person

19. Do you have a tan?

No interest in tanning

20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?

PIZZA

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Not unless it came that way from a takeout place

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

Black like 80% of my wardrobe

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Usually I speed just a little bit, but not enough that I tailgate like some assholes

24. What terrifies you?

Wasps, public bathrooms, social rejection

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

My Breath of the Wild Poster that I hung on the wall of my basement with fairy lights hung around it

26. What chore do you hate most?

DISHES. When I was first looking for a house I kept telling the real estate lady “nah I don’t need a dishwasher” well NOW WHO WANTS A DISHWASHER ASDFGHJKL

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

James Turner on Youtube (favorite Sims player)

28. What’s your favorite soda?

Diet Dr. Pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive?

Drive through, the less social interaction the better

30. What is your favourite number?

uhhh 13 I guess

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

Actually talking, “my parents”, texting, my sister, otherwise my cat if you count her as a person and idk I do X’D

32. Favourite cut of beef?

Not really a big fan of meat... usually it’s just whatever the hell goes into a hamburger

33. Last song you listened to?

Iron Rose by Yousei Teikoku (I fuckin love their new album, especially #12 葬送フリヰジアン // Sou Sou Friesian)

34. Last book you read?

Umm I haven’t finished a book in a long time (hard for me to stay focused, I think I have ADHD especially with reading) but I started Nevernight by Jay Kristoff a few weeks ago.

35. Favourite day of the week?

Saturday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Theoretically

37. How do you like your coffee?

I love the smell of coffee but I can’t take the bitterness. It’s got to be loaded with sugar and other shit for me to drink it

38. Favourite pair of shoes?

Just a plain pair of short black boots

39. The time you normally get up?

When I have to go to work, criminally as late as possible (7:30), on the weekend usually like 11:00

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

Sunrises make me think of waking up too early on a day when I have to go to work so not that

41. How many blankets on your bed?

One, any more and I sweat

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

I have a set of black and jade plates and a plainer set of white ones

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment?

Clean except for the pile of dishes in the sink that I don’t want to talk about

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

Nah I never could get into anything alcoholic

45. Do you play cards?

If yu-gi-oh counts, yeh

46. What colour is your car?

Black

47. Can you change a tire?

Uhh. Hate to say it but maybe not now that I think about it

48. Your favourite state?

I don’t think I have one? I live in Kansas and it’s not exciting (which isn’t really good or bad) and I’ve only been out of state one time on a trip to DC, and that was for a convention, so...

49. Favourite job you’ve had?

I’ve only had one job, for the last 5 years but I still wouldn’t call it my “favorite” because even though it’s relaxing, and I have my own office, my boss is a douchebag (and I think is slowly losing his shit)

50. How did you get your biggest scar?

I think I have a faded scar on my knee from a fall I had from spinning around in the kitchen like a doofus when I was a kid ┐(´～｀)┌ but that’s all i got

I’ll tag my sis @faerie-of-the-moonlight and @saanguis if they wanna kill some time

[thecruciblegavemeyou]

swim au

so close yet so far (to the end) 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

ao3

Simon

I woke up in Baz’s arms for the second morning in a row (well technically he was in my arms yesterday). It was by far my favorite thing. Maybe even more than Cook Pritchard’s sour cherry scones (maybe, they’re damn good scones).

Waking up felt even better, knowing that I’d never have to see David again. The police had aided me in filing a restraining order, and he would go to trial for his domestic abuse, drug, and money issues (apparently he hadn’t paid any taxes on the shack in a long time).

Being this close to him, I was wrapped up in the scent of his cedar and bergamot soap (and candle, and shampoo, and cologne, I think). All Baz’s things smelled of cedar and bergamot, and I’d never had the courage to ask why.

His fingers were cold on my skin, lightly wrapped around my hip. I took advantage of my situation to watch him; I rarely got the chance to see Baz at his most vulnerable. I hope that will change given that we’re… something else. Not enemies; and I told him we weren’t friends, but neither of us actually said it was something more. My stomach twisted with that thought, but I was (mostly) certain he felt the same.

I don’t know if he’s ready to be open about our this with the whole school. Baz has always been a really private person, even with people he didn’t hate. Whenever I used to question Dev or Niall about Baz’s plots or whereabouts, they didn’t have a clue.

No wonder Agatha had always been attracted to him. Who doesn’t like a good mystery?

I’d spent seven years trying to map Baz out; his every move, every expression, every word.

I failed.

Ultimately, I missed the biggest secret Baz was keeping. This (he went to extensive lengths to hide his feelings, though. I think pushing me down the stairs was too far). I think I needed to miss it until now. I don’t think I was ready for something like this before now, even if Baz was. Something real. If I found out a year ago, let alone a month ago, how Baz felt, or worse; how I felt, I would’ve lost it. Fallen off the end of the Earth, my whole world upside down (it was still upside down now, but I think it’s good. It’s really good). I didn’t want to mess this thing with Baz up, not the way I messed up with Agatha (over and over again).

I messed up badly with Agatha. And this time, she messed up with me. It was quite a new (and not really pleasant) feeling. I hoped she didn’t feel like this every time I fucked over our relationship.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be her friend still.

A bird on the window sill interrupted my train of thought, and Baz stirred. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine.

He furrowed his brow, “Don’t look at me like that,”

“Like what?” I smirked.

“Like… like you don’t hate me.” he squirmed.

“I don’t hate you.” (quite the opposite, really).

“Are we… what is this?” he wrinkled his nose. I didn’t even know Baz was physically capable of looking that cute. My gut wrenched (partially because he kneed me in the groin on accident, but still).

I shrugged (not the best response). The way he was looking at me was making me nervous. He wants this too, Simon.

“Aren’t you still dating Wellbelove?” he whispered.

Now I was the one squirming, “Um… no. definitely not.”

“What did you do, Snow?”

I giggled nervously. I recounted my spat with Agatha the other night and before I knew it, he was laughing. I rarely got to hear him laugh.

“Good thing that I was already gay for you that day she tracked me down.” He laughed.

“You were?”

He shook his head,“Oh Snow, you have no idea. You oblivious boy.”

I blushed.

“So no. I’m not dating Wellbelove. I think… I think I’m dating Baz Pitch.”

Baz had opened his mouth to speak, but with that he closed it again, forming a shy smile, “Yeah, yeah .”

I crawled forward to kiss him. I hung over him, and I taunted him until he gave in and reached up to kiss me. I wish I had known Baz’s weaknesses sooner. I ran a hand through his hair (which was soft and silky, unlike mine that was more chlorine than hair). He pressed his lips onto the mole under my chin, following the trail down to the top hem of my shirt. I was tempted to let him take it off, but that goddamn bird squawked again (I don’t know what the whole fuss is over birdsong, it sounds like noise to me) reminding me it’s time for breakfast. If I was late twice in a row, especially on a Saturday, she would know something was up (and she wouldn’t give up until I caved).

“I’ve got to go.”

“You’re fucking with me, really?” Baz complained, letting me up.

I (attempted to) raise an eyebrow “unless you want Penny to figure out what’s up…?’

He rolled his eyes, but let me go without another protest.

Baz was still tossing around in his blankets as I made my way towards the door, “aren’t you getting up for breakfast?”

He shook his head.

“Do you want me to bring you something?”

He shrugged (yes). I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I left.

It had snowed a little last night; a dusting like the last time. This time I remembered my jumper and a scarf. I was practically skipping across the courtyard when I ran (literally) into Agatha.

“Merlin, Simon. Is your head made of stone?” she groaned.

“Sorry, Ags. Really. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She nodded. After a moment of painful silence, I started towards the cafeteria again.

“I, uhh… I’ll just be going.”

Agatha grabbed my arm, spinning me back around to face her. “Simon. I really am sorry, you know. It was a childish mistake.”

“I… yeah. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t really think this is meant to be.”

Half of me expected her to be upset by that, but the fact that she wasn’t proved my point.

“You’re right. I’m not your golden destiny, and you’re not mine. I don’t really think there’s such a thing.” She smiled, but was hollow; blending in with the bleach white courtyard and the frigid air.

I shifted my weight. “I still care about you.”

This smile wasn’t nearly as empty. I didn’t need words to know she still cared about me too. Everything was just different now.

She left me alone in the courtyard with a ghost fo a kiss on my cheek and a squeeze of my hand.

As I made my way towards the dining hall, I knew I would be late.

I didn’t really care. I’m glad that my spat with Agatha was resolved. I didn’t have many friends to lose.

Nothing between us would ever be like it was before, but I was quite certain that was more of a positive (just like my newfound relationship with Baz).

I wonder what Agatha would think of me and Baz. Does she still have feelings for him? I was half-tempted to ask her earlier, but it wasn’t really the right moment. I wonder what Penny would think. She’d probably remind me that I’m straight (am I?). Or that I hate Baz. Or that Baz hates me.

I wish that the dining hall wasn’t so far from my dorms (they were the two farthest buildings on campus). It’s like someone designed it to torture me (or coerce me into exercising). When I opened the doors, I was hit by the smell of bacon and eggs and scones and warm maple syrup.

As I found my seat next to Penny, guilt pooled in my stomach. Pen and I never kept secrets. But this wasn’t just my secret; it was Baz’s secret too. I couldn’t really tell Penny about Baz being gay (or that I was gay for him back) without hurting him (which was the last thing I wanted to do).

The cafeteria was always emptier on weekends, because everyone chose sleeping over food. I always wondered why they didn’t just make breakfast later.

Penny pushed some food around her plate. “Agatha told me about your fight.”

“Oh. Well I - I just spoke to her or my way over. I think we’re okay now.”

She nodded. “Maybe dating will finally work for you too, know that you’ve both gotten past your issues.”

I dropped my fork, starling her and Gareth behind me. “ No, no. We’re not dating. We’re just friends. We’re both done with that. Really.”

“Oh?” penny’s facial expressions were strikingly similar to Baz’s.

I shrugged, and the rest of the meal went on in peace.

“So… if you two are really on good terms, does that mean we can have a sleepover party tonight like we did when we were younger?” Penny pleaded.

I’d forgotten about that. I used to sneak into Agatha’s room with Penny at night, and the three of us would hang out and watch movies on Agatha’s phone (her parents had the unlimited data plan).

“Has Agatha agreed to that?”

“She said she was up for it if you were.”

I smiled, “I’ll see you tonight. Same time?”

“Seven o’clock.”