#okay yes I got the new expansion and had to go back to an old save

[amourane]

new discoveries

pairing: remus lupin x reader

genre: modern au, fluff

w/c: 1.6k

summary: moving into a new place was hard enough but now there was a handsome stranger that made your heart skip a beat.

warnings: none

a/n: this one is my dream meet cute guys

Moving into your new flat was a pain. Having lived in your old one for nearly five years meant that you were leaving many memories behind. You had gathered so much stuff from the past couple of years and it meant that you had a lot of things to move into your new flat. 

So here you were, hauling multiple bags and boxes of your stuff into the elevator. The moving van was due to come tomorrow with all of your furniture. You were carrying a huge duffel bag and three boxes, filled with the little things that you thought you would be able to carry with ease. That thought had left you now.

A normal person would have taken two rounds to carry their things up to their flat but you were a bit lazy. You also didn’t want your things to potentially get stolen. In your mind, your new place wasn’t going to be too far but you were wrong. 

It took more than half an hour to just balance the boxes in your hands and try to press the elevator button on the right floor. Your finger fiddled carelessly with the button and you pushed it and waited as the arrow indicated you were going up. However, it became very clear that you were not where you were supposed to be as you were greeted with a corridor full of identical doors.

“Um…are you alright?” A gentle voice asked and though you couldn’t see the person’s face you could still make out the tufts of sandy blonde hair. “Do you need help?”

“Yes please, if that wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” You stumbled, trying to not let anything fall onto the floor. 

A pair of hands reached out to grab the boxes in your hands and then you could see your saviour’s face. The most beautiful man stood in front of you. His lips were lifted in a crooked smile that hinted with a sense of laughter, his chocolate brown eyes were something you could simply melt into. His clothes were plain, a simple shirt and jeans but he looked extraordinary. You were momentarily struck dumb by the beauty before you.

Suddenly, you felt self conscious in your ratty T-shirt and shorts that you threw on in the morning because they were the only clothes you had left. You gave him a smile.

“Thank you, I’m just moving in and I’m already lost.” Your cheeks flushed, hearing how idiotic you must have sounded. 

The man gave you a reassuring grin. “That’s okay, I’m Remus by the way, what number are you in?”

“Um…it’s 5B2. I’m Y/n.” You would have offered your hand to shake but that didn’t seem possible. 

Remus chuckled. “You’re on a completely different floor, I’m the flat above yours.”

You couldn’t help but stare at the way he tipped his head back to laugh, exposing the long expanse of his neck that you would love nothing more than to place kisses all over. You shook your head free of all the naughty thoughts. This guy was trying to help and here you were already dreaming about him.

Though, he really was handsome. Exactly your type. 

The both of you got into the elevator and Remus helped you press the button and the both of you waited as the doors began to close.

“So why’d you move?”

“Well, my job’s closer here and I managed to have enough money to get a nicer place. Plus, my old flat was getting a little small and I kinda wanted a change.” 

“You picked a nice place then. Everyone here is lovely, pretty sure they’ll come knocking on your door once they find that you’ve moved in.” 

“How long have you lived here?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your mouth and you cringed but Remus didn’t seem to mind.

“Um…roughly about two years now.” The elevator doors opened and he waited for you to walk out before following you from behind. “I used to room with my friend but then he moved out to live with his girlfriend, now it’s just me and an extra room.”

The small gestures he did made your heart pound and you didn��t want to believe it but you were pretty sure that you were in love. Maybe you were known to fall in love a little too quickly and maybe you had gotten your heart broken because you were a little bit of a hopeless romantic but…you genuinely felt right about this. 

You had known the guy for a total of less than ten minutes but it was like an angel had descended from the heavens and granted you a miracle.

“Well, this one’s you.” Remus stood in front of your new flat door. The dull grey stared back at you and normally you would have been put off by the colour but the way Remus stood in front of it had you completely mesmerised. “I’m assuming you’ve got your keys.”

“Yes, yep, definitely.” Your fingers fumbled in your pockets before finally retrieving the keyring. With a nervous laugh, you managed to unlock the door, ushering Remus inside.

“Where would you like the boxes to go?”

“Just somewhere on the floor, I don’t mind.” You replied, your cheeks flushing at the realisation of how disorganised you must seem. “Thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it.”

Remus' smile only grew wider, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you at the sight. "No problem at all. It was lovely to help you." He said, his words like a soothing melody to your ears. "I hope you get settled soon. If you need anything, I'm just a floor above you."

As he bid you farewell with a wave, you stood frozen in place, the echoes of his departing footsteps lingering in the air. It took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, but when it did, a surge of determination washed over you.

You would do whatever it took to win over Remus.

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“Remus, hey!” You shouted as you saw the familiar tall figure of your neighbour, running closer towards him. 

“Y/n?” He squinted as you approached him. “Sorry, I couldn’t see you from so far away, how’ve you been? Settling in properly?”

It had been a couple of days since you first moved in and just like Remus said, people came knocking at your door. Everyone was sweet and kind as they offered you home cooked meals as a welcome gift. You had accepted them all with a gracious smile.

Though the one person you really wanted to see came by quite often, the craving you had for him was insatiable. You would see Remus nearly every day and he would always give you a bright smile and a wave. 

There was just something about him that made your whole body fill with butterflies and want to scream in joy.

“It’s been great. I’ve actually been meaning to ask something.” 

You bounced on the balls of your toes at the question you were going to ask next. Truth be told, you had an inkling that Remus liked you back, his cheeks would go pink and there were times you could feel his eyes following you. 

Yet you were still nervous. All your life you thought yourself a pretty self-confident person. You knew what you wanted and how to get it. So obviously you wanted to ask Remus out but now that you were in that position everything hit you like a truck. 

Remus' presence seemed to magnify every little detail—the way his hair fell in charming disarray, the warmth of his smile, the way his eyes sparkled with each shared moment. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

Your palms grew clammy as you grappled with the fear of rejection. What if you had misread the signs? What if Remus didn't feel the same way? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, threatening to derail your carefully laid plans.

That would be beyond embarrassing.

“So what was it that you wanted to ask?”

You took a deep breath. Hey, if all went wrong you could just move back to your old flat and never see him again. 

“Well…there’s a really nice park that I go to every weekend, I was wondering if you’d like to come hang out sometime, maybe grab a coffee?” 

Remus’ cheeks turned a dark shade of red and his whole body froze. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign so you waited, getting more anxious as each silent second passed. 

“I-I’d love to.” He finally said and you let out the breath you had been holding. 

You flung yourself at him, hugging him tight before releasing him when you realised what you had done. With your cheeks burning bright, you quickly pulled back, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips.

“Sorry!” You blurted out, your voice slightly muffled by your mortification.

Remus's laughter filled the air, his own cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. His chuckle was like music to your ears, easing the tension that had settled between you. “That’s okay.” A playful glint dancing in his eyes as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “We can do way more than hug.” 

His teasing remark sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to your cheeks, rendering you momentarily speechless. Remus’ bottom lip was in between his teeth and you could tell he was holding back a laugh. You cleared your throat.

“I’ll see you around.” You scurried away, trying to hide your blushing face.

“See you around love.” He called making you nearly trip over thin air. The endearment caused your heart to skip a beat and your cheeks to flush even brighter. With one final glance over your shoulder, you caught sight of Remus's amused smirk, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

You were really looking forward to your new life here.

[wrenanigans]

SAW A SKYRIM POST YOU REBLOGGED. SKYRIM FAN???

YES! New skyrim fan! I finally started playing the game 12 years after its release and I am HOOKED! I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to ramble so uh, long post beware xD

Okay so my first ever run has been the most chaotic shit. I just finished the main questline, but it was a JOURNEY to get there.

I’ve been playing with my gf @bucca2 who introduced me to the game. The first thing she did, as soon as we got out of the tutorial (and got mods working, including multiplayer), was take me to a little farm up north to meet somebody. “You liked Kefka, I think you’ll like this one,” she said. Cryptic and concerning! And I found this wagon and met Cicero.

To quote Aby, “Yeah, honestly, it was like taking a kid to Disneyland for the first time. There was this quiet wonder in his voice like he was discovering magic was real...honestly, I wish I had been recording. It was very adorable. He was hooked from Cicero's first voice line.”

Dude, when I say “blorbo at first sight” I mean I was down bad in an instant. I was writing fanfic based on that interaction alone (with some helpful hints from Aby). I had dreams about the bastard on night one. I got obsessed.

That feral enthusiasm did not wane as the game went on, because I went straight for the Dark Brotherhood questline. I was the Listener before I had even spoken with the Greybeards. I even updated a mod from an old Skyrim edition myself so I could marry Cicero. I was all about that wretched little fool and it was making a fool of me.

With Cicero as my first companion, I went onto the Thieves’ Guild quests next. Did you know that you can fail the tutorial pickpocketing quest? Because that’s what I did! They recruited me anyway. I got up to the Sepulcher quest, but never finished it, so I just have the skeleton key xD

When we assassinated the vampire in the DB questline, I got infected, and decided “eh, why not!” So I became a vampire. This made the inheritance of Bloodchill Manor extra fun — I simply sat back and watched the bloodbath! I only had to lift a finger when the Dawnguard came knocking xD

I went to the Bards’ College next. We’d “acquired” an expansion mod for it (do not get me started on other modders who charge for their shit. i have strong 🏴‍☠️ opinions) so that was a fun extra questline.

Up next was some Daedric prince shenaniganry. I got the Ebony Blade and did some light murderizing to buff it, then met Sanguine for some debauchery. My stealth archer build got even more broken when I stopped by to pick up Barbas from Clavicus Vile. Immortal dog to tank for me? Yes please!

Then I did the Dawnguard questline! I accidentally-on-purpose cheesed the pilgrimage to go fill the ewer. I got so lost in the Vale that I found the palace treasure room when I was only on shrine two. Seeing Serana shove the snow elf bastard off the cliff was fun, though I did miss the loot…

After that, I decided it was time for some warmongering, and signed up for the Imperial Legion. Which was a little awkward, considering I’d assassinated the Emperor already, but what they don’t know can’t hurt me! I had great fun in the battles where I simply perched up high and picked Stormcloaks off, like some sort of nefarious gargoyle. Also, General Tullius? would. He also saved my ass when I got lost in the Whiterun battle and found by 7 or so Stormcloaks, and he tanked while I shot them down. Sometimes the game’s mechanics make for great story :P

Finally, it was time for the mainline quest. I tolerated Delphine until she was no longer useful, at which point I turned to Parthurnax for guidance. Being told to go on a grand quest to find the Elder Scroll I already had was pretty entertaining, especially considering I’d done the same thing with the dragonstone from the first dungeon (which I’d gone to early to retrieve the golden claw). It was also funny as hell when I tried to talk my way into heaven and the only faction dialogue choices I had where the two that the dude didn’t like xD

After that, I went, “well now what? …probably lunch.” So I went and munched on somebody, as a vampiric treat. That’s where I last left my playthrough! I’ve had an absolute blast with the game, even if I am playing it ass-backwards. I may go do the Dragonborn DLC content next. If you have any recommendations for more shit to get up to, I’d love to hear it! Especially if it involves murder xD

[godsgamefreak]

I'm ready to yell about FFXIV again I'm so excited for the new expansion and I mean look at this god damn title art it's so pretty.

The trailer had so many amazing colours and vibes like the oceans and waters were beautiful and had these dense gorgeous jungles ahhhh

And this plot setup is like??? Yes! I'm ready to go on a fun adventure again just for the hell of it, let's go discover shit and have some FRIENDLY RIVALRY with our 10 year old friends. I'm ready to KICK THEIR SHIT IN after helping each other so much. But like. In a friendly way.

ALSO WORLD MAP UPDATE. THERE IT IS IN THE LOWER CORNER. I get unreasonably excited whenever the map is like I'M REMOVING SOME CLOUDS COME GET NEW ADVENTURES. Cuz I'm always 1000% down to go check it out let's fucking go.

AND THE NEW HUB CITY? LOOKS SO NICE??? I mean this is just art but STILL the art is gorgeous let me taste it I will put it in my mouth.

Om nom nom mountains pretty taste good.

The graphics update is also delicious look at this vibe, you might not see it like I do but there is some GOOD SHIT in this shot that's new to XIV and I'm so ready to see it all.

F O G

Seriously LOOK at this shit it's LITERALLY GLOWING. It used to look so PALLID AND DEPRESSING at least now that you compare it to the SHINING GOLD they put in. It's so much brighter and wonderful AHHHHH.

LOOK AT THIS FIELD OF FLOWERS IT'S SO FULL OF FLOWERY BULLSHIT LET ME FROLIC IN IT NOWWWWWWWWWWW WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT SUMMER.

Okay it's not a pretty picture but the updates also mean DOUBLE DYES??? HELLO? I CAN USE ORANGE AND BLUE OR BLUE AND WHITE OR ORANGE AND WHITE OR ORANGE AND BLACK OR-OR-OR YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS glamour end game just got a whole new level of serious I'm ready.

And this isn't even talking about the new content they're adding, all the same good stuff like dungeons and raids and more of those Variant dungeons I haven't done yet but need to cuz there's gonna be MORE but they DID tease the new jobs, which is a Melee and Caster DPS, and while I'm not usually one for DPS jobs, especially casters, one of them MIGHT BE A PIRATE??

Our precious Meteor is 100% in his Edward Kenway/Will Turner era regardless and I am NOT complaining.

Also Urianger is still being as slutty as possible since Shadowbringers, happy for him.

WHAT THE FUCK I bet you're wondering going from that hot elf man to THIS. And honestly yeah I'm kinda the same but I mean it looks like fun? They really just decided to back pocket slap us with something entirely unexpected just cuz.

BUT THE XIV SIDE LOOKS LIKE IT'LL BE SOME STUPID FUN??? I can't wait to have my Warrior of Light go running around in a pastel nightmare with 23 other Warriors of Light just trying to do our best I bet it'll be a blast.

And right at the end, the most unexpected, never thought it would happen... they announced an Xbox version of the game. 10 years people ask "is it coming to Xbox?" and it's always a flat no, it's too hard, it's too much, it'll never happen.

IT HAPPENED.

It's not on Game Pass, which would've been truly wild anyway, but my god I can't believe it happened, what an absolute W. So yeah I'm excited for more FFXIV and I hope my excitement rubs off on you :)

[miqo-tales]

Jobs at 100 - CASTING

RDM

Dunno if I like Grand Impact. Feels awkward? It is pretty high potency though, so I just need to force myself to use it when it's up.

Manafication giving a free use instead of gauge is nice. Once again I'm confused that some jobs get that and some don't.

...not much else to say, really.

LVL100 AF thoughts: Very swashbuckler/pirate-y. The gloves are kinda boring and I'm not sure about the hat, but overall it's really nice.

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SMN

Third verse, same as the first.

So, it's been more than 10 years with Big Red, Big Yellow, and Big Green. It is long past time for the other three to show up.

So I really hope that by lvl 120 or something, SMN alternates between access to Ifrit/Titan/Garuda and Ramuh/Shiva/Leviathan.

So Bahamut, I/T/G, Phoenix, R/S/L, YugiOh Bahamut, I/T/G, and so on.

Alternatively, SMN could get something like PCT's Subtractive Palette that swaps Ruby, Topaz, and Emerald Arcanums for Amethyst, Diamond, and Sapphire Arcanums (or whatever gemstones might fit).

LVL100 AF thoughts: Looking back, SMN has had a weird mix of styles for AF. And none of them have really been any good, have they? Whereas this is another of the "wow it's an actual outfit" ones for this expansion. I mean it's just so startlingly practical; I wish every job got this look. I don't like the head piece that much though? It's the one thing in SMN AF that shouldn't be understated.

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PCT

Really don't like this job sub-60. Not having subtractive palette kinda sucks.

Can we all agree Hammer Stamp is the best thing ever? Yea whatever cute moogles, I just wanna go all Akane on mobs all the time with my interdimensional cartoon hammer.

As big as the AoE for Starry Muse is, you'd think I wouldn't have trouble staying inside it for 5 casts and yet, somehow...

The animations for this job are so good. As much as Viper is the poster-job for Dawntrail, I think Picto is arguably a better one. This job could not have been released before now. This job is your character having fun.

Also, yeesh, the damage this job can do sometimes, particularly in lower level content. "Hits like a truck" is not descriptive enough. This job reincarnates mobs to different worlds. Every time you kill something, a new light novel is created.

I dunno what this job's optimal rotation is, and I'm not sure I wanna go find out. I suspect playing it optimally will ruin it for me.

LVL100 AF thoughts: Kinda wish we'd gotten Relm's mantle/cape instead of the jacket, but not a big deal. In any case, it's cute and I like how it dyes. However, I gotta say, I'm not impressed with any of the in-game brushes.

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BLM

As I thought, the change to how you regain MP is a major bonus for me. I could never get a handle on the old way it worked.

I can actually play BLM now, which is nice. Though I'd only qualify as "okay" in most content, so not like I'm gonna use it a lot all of a sudden.

I wish the Thunder spells were genuinely oGCD (meaning they didn't reset all other ability timers). Also kinda wish Flare got upgraded to Despair instead of it being a separate ability.

3 polyglot charges is kinda disgusting.

The revamp to Manafont is pretty cool, but damn, the updates to Umbral Soul are maybe the best thing ever. Just straight up stopping the Enochian counter? Full umbral hearts outside of combat? Yes thank you.

Flare Star is pretty cool.

LVL100 AF thoughts: Like so many others, it's an actual outfit! Easily the best looking AF so far. It's not even close.

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[rom-e-o]

My Dearest (Ebenezer/Constance)

Constance finds forgotten love letters from Ebenezer in an old keepsake box. The only catch? He never sent them.

Story below cut. Rated PG-13.

The hall closet was close to overflowing.

Between housing an entire household full of bed linens and spare towels, the small storage unit was also filled with old ledgers and paperwork that had long since become irrelevant.

Staring at the mess was daunting at first, but Constance was nothing if not determined.

The woman donned a loose, wide-collard dress with worn boots to tackle the task. Magda, the house maid, was out running errands and Ebenezer was meeting with Tom Jenkins to discuss a loan necessary for an expansion for his ever-growing toy store.

While the house was empty, sans her and Prudence, Constance had decided to try and organize the chaotic space.

Ever since she and her husband had married, they’d set about revamping the house into a space that was more homey by filling the halls (formerly only adorned with stacks of bankbooks and filled ledgers) with actual furniture. Fresh paintings were hung, actual tables were put in the halls (“This is a credenza, and this is a folio cabinet, and this is a…”) and the towers of old office supplies had to be relocated somewhere new.

Until Scrooge could filter through all the documents and books that he had and determine what was okay to keep and what had to be burned, they had to be housed somewhere.

However, since beginning the process of trying for a baby, Constance felt the need to…organize. To sort. To create a nice, less chaotic space. Magda, who had lived through multiple pregnancies of her own, had said she was ‘nesting’, but Constance found the term oddly primal. She was a woman, not a bird (regardless of what the neighborhood boys who catcalled her said.)

Did her desire to make a closet pretty make her no better than a magpie searching through twigs for shiny objects?

“Hm…is this a waste of time?” she mused aloud.

Prudence, who sat beside her before the closet, turned her large head and huffed. The reply was nondescript and offered no tangible feedback, but it comforted her, nonetheless.

“I think it’ll be helpful!” Constance supplied, flashing the pup a bright grin. “Yes! Of course, cleaning a space is always a good use of time! You’re right! Thank you, Prudence.”

Not entirely sure what she’d done, but never one to refuse praise, the mastiff barked happily and thumped her tail against the walnut floors.

“Okay,” Constance said, taking a piece of lace from her pocket and using it to move her hair up and out of her face. She pulled the ends of the elegant fabric taut until her hair was secured in a high ponytail. “Let’s got to work.”

And get to work, she did.

By the time the home’s grandfather clock struck noon, she’d amassed all of the items from the closet into three main piles; paperwork, linens, and miscellaneous. The last and largest category was the most worrisome. It included an array of things from broken candlesticks (“Why did he keep these?”) to old shoeboxes filled with dice, jacks and an old flier for some performer named Lottie Milligan. Perhaps a friend of his? She shrugged and put it back for safe keeping. There was even a set of blackened paintbrushes that reeked of turpentine, and a golden hair ribbon that Constance quickly folded up and stored away safely.

“I never would have pegged a man with so little furniture to be a hoarder of knickknacks,” Constance told Prudence, who sniffed each and every item with intrigue. “Hmmm…are these things sentimental, Prudence? They were buried pretty deep in the closet…and the box was covered in dust. I wonder if he even remembers that he has these things.”

The mastiff sniffed said box, then sneezed up an impressive cloud of dust.

“Perhaps I should let him go through the rest of this,” she realized. “I’m not about to throw anything away. Well, except the actual trash.”

Ripped curtains and broken vases that she assumed his frugal self had stored away with the intention to fix and obviously never had.

“Well, we made a little progress,” Constance said, picking up one of the piles of linens. “Let’s get these washed, and then I’ll make us some lunch, okay?”

Prudence let out an excited bark.

“Haha, right, then! Let me just—”

As she carried the hefty pile down the hall to a washing tub, she heard the fluttering of something fall and land on the floor behind her. Upon turning around, she discovered that a small scrap of paper had fluttered free from the pile of fabric. Thinking it was an old bank note or receipt, she sat down the laundry to get it and discard it. Right before she could crumple the paper up and put it with the remainder of the trash, she noticed a familiar script on the front.

It was Ebenezer’s handwriting.

In that script, an even more familiar name was written.

To: Constance DoGoode

The woman blinked. “Is this…a letter to me?”

Prudence walked up and sniffed the note briefly, an inquisitive sound burbling in her throat. She lifted her ears slightly, as if to tell the redhead, “Beats me, gal. Give it a look!”

Should she?

Had he given her a sweet note, and her clumsiness or ditziness had resulted in her missing it? Or, had he written something for her and misplaced it? Perhaps he’d even forgotten about it. Hell’s bells, she was more than guilty of that. She’d lost everything from grocery lists to entire tea bags sometimes depending on how many pockets she had.

The note was unsealed, so it was easy to unfold and read.

Dear Constance, Although I know you’ll likely never read this note, I feel compelled to address you with the respect a fine woman such as yourself deserves. Perhaps, in a way, writing to you will help siphon out some of these sentiments that keep rattling like chains in my head. Even as I write this, you’re just a few halls away, but I swear I can feel you. Hear you. I want to do both. Please forgive me for thinking such perverse things. I do hope this mood will soon pass, for I would be remorse to be such a disappointment to you. You deserve more than that. You deserve more than me. Sincerely, Ebenezer January, 1856

Once the initial wave of awe-induced shock passed, she noted the date at the bottom.

He’d written the note about a month after she’d moved to London. A month after he’d offered her a job, rescued her from living off the streets, and helped her escape her marriage to her abusive ex-husband.

During that time in their budding romance, they’d shared many kisses. On what they’d thought would be their last night together, they laid together chastely. Clothes had been removed and skin had been touched, but…nothing more. Even so, she blushed at the memory. The tension in the air as he kissed down the valley of her breasts, the roar of his heart as he rolled beneath her and hauled her into a manly embrace that nearly seared her nerves numb. The intimate feeling of parting her legs and allowing him to lay in-between them, wrapping her body around him and trying to hold back her tears as she committed as many details about him as possible into memory. They had both thought that night would be the last time they ever saw each other.

“Did he…”

The sound of another bark lured her from the daydream. Looking over to Prudence, she found the lady had produced two more pieces of paper from one of the shoeboxes. The familiar balsam cologne had led her to the small discoveries, which Ebenezer had clearly shoved out of sight.

My dear Constance, I find myself at a loss for words as I sit down to pen this letter. I have cherished our time together, every moment, every conversation, every smile, and every shared laughter. Even the simple brush of our hands is pure euphoria; addiction in a caress. It is here that I confess something that I have been hiding from you, a secret that has been eating away at me from within. I am deeply and irrevocably in love with you. You are the sun that brightens my darkest days, and the stars that guide me through the night. Your kindness, your intelligence, and your beauty have ensnared my heart in a way I never thought possible. Yet, with this confession comes a heavy burden of guilt. I cannot help but feel that I am not worthy of your love. I am a man with a past riddled with mistakes and regrets, and I fear that my presence in your life will only bring you pain and sorrow. You deserve better than me, someone who can offer you the love and happiness you truly deserve. My heart longs to be yours, to hold you close and cherish you for all eternity. But I know that I must find the strength to let go of these feelings, for they can only lead to heartache for us both. I must strive to be the friend you need, the confidante you can trust, and nothing more. Constance, please understand that writing this letter is not an easy task for me. My feelings for you are so overwhelming that I find it hard to put them into coherent words. Yet, I hope that by sharing this with you, I can find the courage to move on and accept that my love for you is not meant to be. You are a treasure, Constance, a rare and precious gem. Please do not let my inability to reciprocate these feelings tarnish the beauty of what we have. I will always cherish our friendship, and I will be by your side, supporting and cheering you on in all your endeavors. May your life be filled with love, happiness, and all the blessings that you deserve. Yours sincerely, Ebenezer

Had he…never intended to reveal his feelings? She stared at the note, dumbstruck temporarily as her eyes focused and unfocused, trying to keep a wave of impromptu tears at bay.

My dearest Connie, I’m still in shock that I can address you as such. The fact that you accepted my love…and that I am courting you, it still feels like a dream. As I sit here, pen in hand, listening to you and Magda laugh away in the kitchen, I’m…stuck trying to find the words to express the depths of my feelings for you, I realize that no mere ink on paper could ever do justice, but I must try. Forgive my lack of poetic instinct or practice. You have brought a light into my life that I never knew was possible, and each day spent with you is a treasure I cherish more than words can say. Constance, you have become the center of my universe. You bring joy to every room you enter, and your smile is a beacon of hope in even the darkest of times. With you, I have found a love that knows no bounds, a love that fills my days with warmth and my nights with dreams of a future spent together. I have purchased a ring, a symbol of the love and commitment I wish to offer you. My heart beats with excitement and nerves, for I plan to ask you the most important question of my life: Will you marry me, Constance? Asking for your hand in marriage is a moment I have envisioned countless times, and with each thought, my heart races with anticipation. The thought of spending my days with you as my wife, building a life together, and growing old side by side fills me with an overwhelming sense of joy. Constance, you have brought so much love and happiness into my life, and I want nothing more than to give you all the love and care that you deserve. I promise to cherish you, to support you, and to be your steadfast partner in all the joys and challenges that life may bring. I eagerly await the moment when I can see the joy in your eyes as I offer you my heart and this ring, a symbol of my commitment and devotion. With all the love in my heart, Ebenezer

“Constance?”

Tears she hadn’t realized she’d started crying fell from her eyes and spotted the paper in her hands.

Looking up, she saw Ebenezer standing just a few feet from her, having just crested the top of the entryway stairs. In the midst of her reading, she hadn’t heard her husband come in.

He stared at her in concern, clutching mail in one still-gloved hand, while his opposite arm curled at an angle to hold the coat draped over his forearm. His eyes, warm like freshly thawed dew, immediately noted the odd expression on her face.

“Are you alright?” he asked, then saw her tears. Mail forgotten, he discarded in and his coat on the hall table and advanced toward her, arms open in gentle invitation.

Constance darted toward with without another word, hugging him with ferocious tightness. Her arms circled his torso, and her face found a notch between his cravat and waistcoat lapel.

“Now, now…come here,” he cooed softly, skilled hands rubbing up and down her back, as if her tears could be massaged away by his touch. In this instant, he couldn’t have been more correct, and she sank into his body with the willingness of a snake being charmed by a flute.

“S-Sorry…” she apologized, sniffling despite her embarrassment. “I-I just…”

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that Prudence had nudged the discarded note back into the pile she’d created for Ebenezer to sort through. Things that might be too precious or important for the man to throw away.

Sucking in a quick breath, she turned back to Ebenezer and met his gaze with renewed love.

“Just what, love?” he asked, cocking his head, eyes boring into her with a comforting curiosity. “Talk to me, dearest Connie. Tell me what ails you.”

Dearest Connie.

“I…just was organizing some things,” she said, fingertips rising to sweep tears from her darkened lashes. Once her eyes were dry, she angled her gaze back up at him. “Nothing ails me. These are happy tears.”

“Happy tears?” he asked, not skeptical but not convinced either. “But, love, why are you crying?”

“Because I love you,” Constance said, then broke down and rushed into his arms again. “I love you so, so much…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh.” His voice cracked at the admission, and she felt his chest decompress as a rush of air left his lungs. He almost felt as if he was decompressing around her.

Then, she felt a cocoon of warmth and lemony cologne as his embrace surrounded her, its sultry effects only amplified by the pressure of his taller, wider frame, and the warmth of his familiar form that she could feel even with layers of fabric dividing them.

His next words came out as dreamy sighs. “Oh, Connie.”

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

He tightened his grip.

“Never, dearest.”

Thank you supporters! <3

@quill-pen @ray-painter @crimson-phantom-designs

[my-year-of-game-boy]

Week 6: Pokémon Trading Card Game 2: The Invasion of Team GR!

You know, I had a whole anecdote that went on for three paragraphs about how I got the first Pokémon TCG game, but Tumblr ate it. I don't think it's interesting enough to recount and I'm on a self-imposed deadline. Here's the cliff notes: I had just got a Game Boy, and I wanted this game. My parents pulled a ruse to make me think I didn't have it. I was excited to actually be able to play the Pokémon Trading Card Game with people because everyone at school thought you just smacked down cards with the highest HP and that meant you win. Then I was remiss that they never made a sequel.

Obviously, they did make a sequel. That's why we're here. I hadn't heard about it until I was an adult, as it's pretty obscure as far as Pokémon games go. The game was never released in English and even the Japanese version was published by Creatures instead of Nintendo! Both of those facts make it a bit of an oddity in the grand scheme of things. I'm guessing that it didn't make it oversee more due to timing than anything. By the time it would've released, the GBA was already in full force and the Pokémon series had moved onto to Generation 2, and outside of a couple of promo cards, this game was still stuck with in the Gen 1 era.

I had a funny bit about how I didn't talk about the game for three paragraphs, but it's lost now, like trading cards in the wind...

The key points that separate this game from the one I spent many hours on over the years is the addition of cards from the Team Rocket themed expansion (As well as various promos, original cards, and the vending machine set that didn't leave Japan), a brand new story set after the original game, and the option to play as a boy or a girl. I especially appreciate the last point, even moreso because, again, the story is set after the original game and you play as the same protagonist. So, you know, there's some deep feelings there.

;_; When I first learned about the game, I found the fact that it only had, maybe, a hundred so new cards to be very underwhelming. I likely would have even if it came out in English a bit more contemporarily. However, the addition of a secondary land mass, unique rulesets for many of the fights in the second half of the game, and a drier amount of card drops at the start really do add a whole new feeling for something I was a bit worried would feel more like an expansion pack. That said, I'd still run with the old standbys of Haymaker, Rain Dance, and Charizard decks. Okay, that last one isn't as good, but nostalgia is strong and the AI is still pretty predictable.

Scyther clears everything, it just does, this is peak performance.

The fan translation by Artemis251 is solid and feels more like a proper localization than just a translation. The names of characters match the first game's English version, while pack art and logos are changed to be consistent with that game, as well. Some might argue that this goes against the purity of a translation, but personally, I respect the amount of extra work that went into this and find it very charming. The only real issues I came across was some text getting jumbled after reading it the first time in the Game Corner, and yes, this game has a Game Corner.

Playing the Pokémon Trading Card Game with Pokémon Trading Card Game trading cards!! While the story itself is pretty basic, bad guys show up and steal everyone's cards, you have to get them back, that's not what we're here for. We're hear for more sweet, sweet card games. One of the things I love about the Pokémon TCG video games is how they don't showcase the field as a whole by default. Instead of trying to poorly capture the layout of a typical TCG match on the Game Boy, the games instead focus on just the Active Pokémon, that combined with the menu layout, is very evocative of a traditional Pokémon game's battle screen. This works in spades and makes the series stand out and hold up a lot better than other card sims on the handheld.

Are you seeing this? What are they thinking about? I need to know.

The gorgeous pixel-artification of the already charming Pokémon card art helps with the appeal, as well. Some of these cards in particular exude a powerful energy. I think that's a big part of why the TCG has really preserved for all of these years, even with people who don't play it. It's a shame that we never saw another single-player Pokémon TCG game on, say the GBA, to see what the sprite artists could do on my powerful hardware that still wasn't quite up to snuff to render straight card scans. The pixelated version of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards just hit different.

This is my favorite card and my brother chopped it up when we were kids...

Playing this game was like making up for lost time, trying to squeeze the years without TCG games into this one little cartridge. I put 40 hours into over the last month, completing the main storyline while getting distracted by other card duels along the way. And there was still so much post-game content that I could stick my teeth into. Why didn't I have this game when I was 12? Does this game just represent any other aspect of lost time that I've been haunted by in my adult hood? Or am I just overthinking the fact that it's neat to get to play a sequel to a childhood favorite decades later?

I-is that Voltorb going to be okay?

[giffingthingsss]

Can you fit a season of Enterprise into 8 episodes? I just went over all these because of my brunch project so I can say yes. 

You’ve got your plot episodes. Your character episodes. Your sci fi concept episodes. Your occasional boring dud episode. All you do is envision your long season with all that variety and then only do the plot episodes. 

A plot serialized season one would be:

Broken Bow The Andorian Incident Cold Front Shadows of P’Jem Shockwave

Okay, so it’s a 7 episode season (two two parters). If you look at season two, there are almost no overall plot eps. There’s a few that touch on canon, but the only real advancement ep is Cease Fire. So there’s 8.

Of course in a season actually planned for this, you would weave character arcs and sci fi concepts in there, but my point is it could absolutely be done.

Season four has a three episode Vulcan arc that reveals what’s actually been going on and the Romulan plot. It has another three episode arc that brings the Tellarites into the picture and lays more groundwork for the Federation and for the Romulan war. Again, you’re able to cover a lot of territory in six episodes, with two to spare. 

So what could they do with eight to ten Enterprise episodes? 

1) Romulan War

I would love for them to tackle the actual Romulan war, but they might be too old. But we could collectively choose to ignore that. I think you could feasibly do it, especially if you had ten episodes. Sure you’d have to skip time but just do a captain’s log like they did in the months it took to get back to earth or travel to the expanse or whatever. 

2) Mirror Universe

Do the mirror miniseries within a series they wanted to do in season five. The ages won’t matter here because time can pass. 

3) A standalone adventure. 

What this would be, I don’t know. But I would probably lead with this. A story that’s intriguing enough for someone to enjoy even if they’ve never seen Enterprise.

If the standalone does well enough, do Mirror. If that does well enough, do the war. And then tie something from that war into something in SNW or one of the other thousand Trek series. Something that dovetails to make it relevant. 

Or you could perhaps do the Romulan War arc first if you went the opposite direction and had SNW or one of the other series lead into it. They need to know something, they research, and then the ENT season is one giant flashback that reveals what they learn. And then the end goes back to SNW or whoever. 

A show like Legacy might actually be the better choice, SNW might be too obvious. Some relevant thing that comes into play. I don’t know enough about these new shows to elaborate. 

Anyway. It’s all hot air, but here ya go paramount. Free ideas. I’m not in SAG or whatever so go nuts. 

[kimaprince]

Rapunzel's Flower Dev Log: Part 41 Blast From the Past

New Post has been published on https://kimaprince.com/2023/01/27/rapunzels-flower-dev-log-part-41-blast-from-the-past/

Rapunzel's Flower Dev Log: Part 41 Blast From the Past

DISCLAIMER: I found these unreleased Dev Log notes in my previous ‘2020 Dev Log’ file in my Google Docs, and as much of it is ridiculously outdated, it’s still a snapshot of the development of RF. I also think it’s missing some development between this log and my next. I have a few notes at the bottom about what I believe is missing. Also, it was apparently written before I dropped development of Reel Dream! That’s, that’s old. I mean, this is also around the begining of 2020 quarantine >3> I’d like to forget that actually.

For this year’s (2023) first Dev Log, go here. (I’ll add the link when it’s posted)

PLAYING AROUND

Feb 17, 2020

As I’m planning on putting dev logs on hiatus I’ve actually been playing around with RF today, not really doing much but I played with a Mode 7 plugin just to see what it would do:

It looks like a lot of fun when playing with it, but it has too much that would need to be done to make it work right, and is out of the scope of this project.

I got this idea however, from a game that I recently got addicted to over the weekend:

Cat Quest Developed by: The Gentlebros Pte. Ltd.

Like that game legit had me addicted and I think I beat the main story line in two days. Which isn’t much time considering the mommy life. I’m still playing the after game and clearing dungeons.

So other than the map perspective used in the game, Cat Quest (GO PLAY IT. I got it on the Switch! Okay, yes I realize this game is a few years old. It takes me a bit to get around lol) also got me thinking about dungeons and dungeon crawling. Their dungeons are single level (this game is very casual play-like) and they aren’t too expansive…unless it’s supposed to be…and they have a lot of invisible paths.

So that got me thinking for RF that I should start planning the dungeon floors to be a lot smaller than what I had imagined in my head. This will help with mapping time, and for players to clear floors faster to feel like they are progressing.

I’m going to combine that with the recurring chests idea I had, and I may include different chest types, like a locked type players can go back for once they get a key further in the game that will have rarer, but optional, items; which is another idea I got from Cat Quest.

SETTING UP THE SCRIVENER FILE WITH NPC PROFILES

Something I honestly should have put together long before is profiles for each of the characters in RF. However, I just got to doing it and thankfully I had been working on a similar system for Reel Dream and already had things I could copy/paste to make the templates.

I’m honestly questioning the 10 stars friendship system. I’m thinking of breaking it down to be  stars. Maybe, maybe not. I want to make shorter games and figuring out things for 10 stars? Of course, I think I was only planning to have an actual friendship event every few stars, and I guess that means that if I have characters I want it to be harder to befriend, I could just make them have certain events happen at higher star levels, though that would also limit how many events I could have compared to others.

Okay, that was a long run on sentence but that’s my thoughts.

A MESS OF A MOUNTAIN

(Feb 19, 2020)

So I worked a good bit on Reel Dream’s plot today, scripting out the first part of the game so I felt I needed a break to do something more relaxing. So I went to RF to do some mapping of the mountain area:

Basically, from sample maps from the FSM asset pack, I glued together a few maps I liked and have been working away at making them fit, as well as making them how I imagined. Right now it’s still a mess but it’s coming together. That’s Avy’s Tower asset right there, that I plan to use for the main tower in this game. I may do a bit more searching, but this moss covered look fits with what I want for the game.

WHY DO KIDS GET US SICK

So between a rough emotional/mental week followed by a week of sick family, not much got done and now it is March 2nd. Reel Dream takes priority but I just want to note that I continued on that mountain and this is where it left off:

Still have a lot of work to do on it but it’s shaping up to be its own thing now, and not just a copy/paste from sample maps.

MARCH 5th 2020

Just did some mapping.

OH QUARANTINE OH QUARANTINE

June 15 2020

So how’s quarantine going, ya’ll?

Yeah, so between everything I normally deal with…RF has been on the bottom of the to-do list. I have been working on Reel Dream a bit lately and I continuously am trying to make my office area more productful and more childproof, which is hard now that my youngest is a full fledged toddler at age two.

What’s been on my mind lately for RF is the weapons crafting system and how I should simplify it in ways I’ve enjoyed in other games I’ve recently played such as Moonlighter. However, the idea of how it was all to work out was almost completely fledged out and ready to input into the engine so I kinda want to just go with my original idea and see how broken of a system it is. It may work out to be a fun quirk of the game!

I quit my Patreon before the corona lockdown happened, when I didn’t even know it was going to happen, and thankfully I did as I wouldn’t be able to keep up the Patreon at this rate.

Without the patreon however, it has allowed me to put game dev on the back burner as I have needed to, without feeling like I was ripping off those who were giving to me.

-Some Time Later-

Okay so yeah, the internet is distracting and I’m fighting laziness and depression right now but…

Game dev wise I think I may have tossed some dev notes in an office purge I did the other week, though I still have a lot of digital notes too so maybe what I want is there…

BLUB

BLUUUUUB

BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB

If any of ya’ll get that reference than….ya’ll are a parent.

Okay, so I had been working on the spreadsheet for figuring out the crafting system and I reduced the number of crafting materials I use in each setting:

I even renamed some stuff and decided on how some items were going to be used. Somehow, I just couldn’t reduce the med craft ingredients by much. Most things in that list made sense to me so I kept them.

Why this change? Well mostly I was inspired by Animal Crossing: New Horizions on how their main ingredients are just 3 types of wood, rock, clay and iron. Sure the game adds some special pieces too but those are what you are collecting on a daily basis.

Rapunzel’s Flower isn’t meant to be an overly large game, so I really shoudn’t have a boat ton of items and complicated crafting. I still want to make my additive ingredient method of crafting instead of something more linear (like Moonlighter) because I think how the additive properties will act in game will be painfully hilarious as I try and balance it all.

Yeah, I pretty much said I want to have a dev crisis trying to balance this game.

However, having done that I’ve gotten thinking about something else I had wanted to do originally in the game: On screen encounters. Originally I said I couldn’t do it because I don’t have sprites for the majority of Aekashics battlers I will be using, but thinking about it, the spawn monster doesnt have to look exactly as the monsters in the troop. I mean, hey, you don’t even see a troop you see one monster and SURPRISE it’s a troop…

So I DO have directional sprites for cute little elemental slimes for Aekashics that fit with the elements in my game. I’m thinking I could go back to the on screen encounters and use these elemental hinting slimes in the different areas to create on screen encounters. I even have plugins to make on screen encounters interactive.

More work? Potentially, well, yeah, but it will be in line with the original vision of the game.

THE NEXT DAY

Le gasp! I’m here typing the next day! So, last night I did a lot of work planning the crafting system and this is only part of my spreadsheet for that:

So I guess the next stage is…I don’t know…guess I have to make sure each item at least has an icon and then start putting these base recipes into the plugin.

As much as I love the crafting plugin I have, I also hate putting recipes in it. That’s actually why I have this spreadsheet is so that I can reference the item numbers and ingredients for input into the plugin. The plugin asks for item database numbers so I can’t just go back and forth trying to get and remember numbers. Thus, this spreadsheet.

Google Sheets really has become a go-to tool for me. I’ve even created scheduling, chore and grocery spreadsheets for daily life!…only the grocery one has gotten real use. Haha…that’s my fault. I keep trying to find a good planner system for myself because it’s easy for me to get off track and lazy.

Anywho, into the engine to go work on those recipes!

RECIPE WOES

Okay, so the recipes can only have one craft item category used and you can’t have two in one recipe so I’m going to have to plug in a LOT of recipe variations. Lots…man I’m glad I toned down how many weapons and junk were in the game.

So Okay, to tone that down why don’t we just require the Augment to be a chip that you have to craft? Yeah, yeah I think that makes sense. Then the recipe only calls for a Chip and that Chip, using the Additive Traits of the crafting system will add it’s traits to the weapon you are crafting. BINGO! I think that will save me some recipe making…I hope.

Wait, nope. That runs into the same exact issue. Unless….we use the Chip to create a Drive which creates a Core and all adds onto each other!

2023 Comments: Um, I’m not sure what all was going on at this point and I feel like there were a lot of decisions and developments I never ended up documenting. I’m not even sure if I recorded the decision to go with Randomly Generated Maps to create dungeons, or that I went back to a simpler crafting system with Yanfly’s Item Synthesis and have pretty much dropped augmenting items for weapon enhancement mechanic. Going to stick to simpler item and weapon creation. Sorry I didn’t document that, so there’s a bit of a gap between 2020 and 2023 that’s more than just time.

Anywho, from now on Dev Logs will be written for this year’s development, and I’ll try to keep in mind to give ya’ll a refresher when I talk about certain mechanics and developments.

Thanks for reading and God bless, Kima Prince

[mairenspokemonadventures]

Yay my 10th entry! I wasn't sure about the future of this journal at first, but I'm doing good with keeping up with it so far. I only wish I had started this when I was 10 years old so I can look back on my whole life's journey with this series. Oh well, better late than later, yes?

I was good about taking photos since the last entry so I have a lot to supplement today's. Here's me and Hop on the train to Wyndon for the first time.

I really do feel bad that we absolutely shatter his dream of being as strong (or was it stronger?) than his brother the champion. We enter the game as a complete pokemon newbie and our skill level just goes zoom! I couldn't wait to get to Wyndon to visit the clothing shop!

The character creation in this game is about the same as it was in the previous Sun/Moon, but we can also customize eyebrows and eyelashes, plus of course the graphics made a huge jump forward from the 3ds to the switch. Below is my favorite location in the whole game, it's absolutely beautiful don't you think?

The only downside is we only visit it a couple of times, but I suppose that is part of what makes it feel so special. The fight with the "big bad legendary" of the game, Eternatus, was pretty epic, and I liked how all three of us (me, Hop, and Leon) were there teamed up to help save the world.

And here's me staring death in the face:

But of course everything was okay in the end, I made it part of my lovely collection (one step closer to an entire living dex on Home). Just this morning, I finally became the champion of the Galar region.

I proudly one shotted his whole team. I have a feeling that Leon might have actually been glad to retire after a long long career of being champion, he deserves a holiday for sure! And as promised, here is an updated screenie of my team:

Hopefully I can find a better way and place to get a photo of all of them because the pokemon center healing screen must be the worst lighting possible for this.

Oh! Me and Fen also faced off in our own championship battle right after we both defeated Leon. Yes, I know what you are thinking, but I actually managed to defeat some of his pokemon! Which I think is a first for me when it comes to a competitive style battle. Usually my team is just one shotted, so even though I lost, I had a really really fun time fighting against him. The fact that I got him down to his last pokemon makes me wonder how easy he went on me, but I'm still grateful for the experience even so.

This is not the end of my galar adventures yet, however! I currently stand at 399/400 pokedex completion (just need the shield puppy). I'll finish that as soon as I can while I make my way through the end game storyline. Then I'm going to be good and actually complete the expansion parts that I paid for long ago and never experienced yet because I usually run off to the next game. I'm convincing myself this game isn't finished until it's really finished, and it will all be a new experience for me so I am motivated to keep going!

[quohotos]

Okay. Hot take time Halo 4 is good as hell. Y'all can shut up. No I'm not just saying this because I'm a zoomer and it was the first one I got to get at launch (halo 2 was the first I played, 3 was the first I owned, played the fuck out of reach)

But Halo 4 has a lot going for it that people ignore.

Kick ass soundtrack (yes it's different from Marty, but it's doing its own thing and it's doing it well)

Memorable characters with memorable diologue

More dialogue, chief gets to actually be a character, Cortana gets to do more than just put way-points down and be snarky about exposition.

Incredible animations, more ambitious cinematography, plus little animations for interacting with the environment.

Every mechanic from Halo reach is carried over, with extras added and expanded upon. Custom loadouts are a natrual extension of the halo reach loadout system.

There are incredibly fun and creative game-play scenarios in the campaign. There's a new alexandria-like level, there's the mamoth level, there's that epic crawl through the infinity on a mantis, and don't even get me started on the music for the starfox level

Captain Laskey

She said that to me once about being a machine

(Once more for those in the back) she said that to me once ABOUT BEING A MACHINE

The forge mode expands upon halo reach's forge and addresses a lot of it's criticisms. While the massive forge world level was iconic, it had the awful side effect of making basically any custom level look aesthetically identical with the same object pallet and general green environment. The smaller forge canvases were less expansive but more varied giving builders more options. Magnetism made forging way way less tedious to get things to line up cleanly. Baked lighting for objects made forge levels not horrible Gmod looking messes with no lighting like in reach. New features like gravity volumes and those gamerule volumes allowed for the creation of a lot more creative party game style creations. Later halo forges were more powerful to the point of being unapproachable, but halo 4 struck a nice balance between depth and ease of use.

Spartan ops was fun as heck to play and the attached TV show was cool to follow. Halo 4 was a full game at launch and only got more content through updates and DLC. By the end you got a full multiplayer, full campaign, full co-op expirience. Every subsequent halo game (and many other games in general) launched half baked and full of I-owe-you's.

Sticky Detonator

While not everyone likes the appearance of the multiplayer Spartans, there are some really cool options there. Halo 4 offered more customization than any previous halo game but didn't have a terrible tedious credit grind like Halo reach did. It struck a balance between regular unlocks through account rank, and specialized unlocks tied to getting specific achievements in the game taking the best parts of Halo 3 and Halo: Reach.

In capture the flag you get a gun while carrying the flag, but physically cannot drop it. Flag juggling is iconic to halo but is very confusing and results in a lot of "Flag taken, flag dropped, flag taken, flag dropped" which can be very grating. It also upgrades flag carrying from being the sissy thing that ruins your kill streak to being the chad thing where you can john wick your way back to base.

Ordinance wasn't enabled on all game modes, but when it was it allowed the game to not be so stale. In a lot of other halo games you'll only ever use like two guns in the match, the one one you spawn with and then the precision weapon you find on the ground. Power weapon spawns are always fought over and maybe you'll get to touch the sniper rifle for like two seconds before a twelve year old on your team betrays you for it. With ordinance if you do good you'll get your own private weapon to try out, and because it's randomized you get to experience more of the sandbox.

The sound of the halo 4 shotgun can make anyone climax

It's fine to say that you don't like the 343 artstyle, or you miss the classic style of halo (whatever that means to you), but anyone who says that Halo 4 is a bad game needs to grow the fuck up.

halo 4.......

[frauleinfunf]

Dadrius Day 1: Shopping

@sergeantsporks This looks like it's going to be fun.

“I still don’t see how I need a new winter coat when I have a perfectly good one.” Hunter huffed.

Darius examined the price tag of a coat before swiftly turning to another rack. “You must have an expansive definition of ‘perfectly good’. That thing is so threadbare I’m surprised you don’t come home a block of ice every night.”

Hunter crossed his arms, ignoring Flapjack tugging at a long thread on his shoulder. Yes, he was aware he was wearing his coat in a sweltering store without breaking a sweat. But like he told Flapjack, he didn’t see the problem.

“It’s a waste of money,” Hunter said. “I know you have a new job, but why spend your first paycheck on this instead of other stuff we need.”

“Like?”

“You know…” Hunter faltered, ignoring a tear in his sleeve as he waved his hand. "...Stuff."

Darius pulled a coat out and handed it to him. "Just humor me, would you?"

Hunter rolled his eyes and took it. He took of the offending coat, put on the new one and said, "Satisfied?"

"Not yet. You need to look in the the mirror and see if you like the fit."

Hunter scrunched his face in frustration, but turned to one of the mirrors between the shelves anyway.

He...actually liked how he looked. The coat was brown and double breasted, which framed him in a way that made him look...taller? Was that a thing? The pockets were deep, which was something he was always particular about. There was a nice heft to it that grounded him, made him feel cozy. As much as he rolled his eyes when he heard it in commercials, it felt like it was made for him.

"Look good!" Flapjack chirped, happily zooming around him. "Look like gentleman!"

Hunter did look nice in it.

And that was the problem, wasn't it.

He tried to hide his shallow breathes as he peeled off the coat. "Yeah, I guess it's not bad."

Darius eyed him worriedly. "Hunter, are you okay?"

He tried to make throwing the coat over a rack look casual. "Oh, yeah, great! Hey, isn't it kind of stuffy in here?" He strolled towards the door. "I think I'm gonna get some fresh air."

He made a break for it as soon as he opened the door, ignoring Darius calling after him and Flapjack chirping closed behind.

He waited until he was in the town square to try and count out his breathing. Once he became aware of his surroundings again, he got hit with the bitter cold. He left both coats in the store.

Flapjack hovered around him, concern etched on his little face. "Why run? What wrong?"

"I'm sorry, bud." Hunter said, holding out his finger for Flapjack to perch. "I just...I've got a lot of complicated feelings right now."

Flapjack tilted his head quizzically, but quickly lifted it up to nuzzle Hunter. "Hunter okay. Hunter safe."

Hunter leaned into the affection. He should probably go back to Darius, but honestly, he was too tired. So instead he waited for Darius to come to him.

He saw Darius turning towards the town square and approaching him. He had Hunter's old coat draped across his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Hunter." Darius said breathlessly as he handed it to Hunter. "I never meant to push you when you weren't ready. I know it takes you time to get used to change-"

"It's not that." Hunter said, looking down.

"...Then what is it?" Darius sounded confused.

Hunter couldn't bring himself to look up. "You're gonna hate me if I tell you."

"Hunter, I won't hate you."

He would. "Look, it's stupid." Hunter started to walk back towards the store. "Let's just go back-"

"Hunter." Darius grabbed his wrist. It was a light grip, but his eyes were pleading. "Please."

Hunter sighed. He told himself if it wasn't this, it would've been something else that made Darius hate him anyway. "...Belos gave me this coat after I made it to the bottom of the mountain during training. A reward for a job well done."

There was a silence. Hunter couldn't stand it. "I-I know it's stupid. I should hate him now. Everyone on the Boiling Isles does. Bu-but, it still means something to me. I know it shouldn't, but when I think of throwing it out I just...." Hunter couldn't finish the sentence. He's not sure what he thought would happen, just that the very idea of the action filled him with dread.

More silence. Well, it was nice living with Darius while it lasted. He supposed he could crash on the Owl Lady's couch for awhile. After that he wasn't really sure...

"Hunter, I understand."

Hunter looked at him, absolutely bewildered. "....Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you understand?! Why are you being nice about it?! Back in the Emperor's Coven you hated me for blindingly worshiping Belos, why don't you hate me for it now?"

Well, if Hunter hadn't ruined it before, he sure did now. Neither of them really liked talking about those times, and for awhile there was an understanding not to bring it up. But Hunter was too upset to keep his usual walls up. He was just so tired right now.

Darius looked down, seeming to concentrate on the choice of his words. "I didn't hate you. I...was mad about things out of my control, and I took it out on you. For that, I'm sorry."

If Hunter was confused before, he was dumbstruck now. "Um, thank you?"

Darius was about to say something, but stopped. "Let's go home. We can go shopping another day."

Hunter nodded. As they fell in step together, Darius put his arm around Hunter's shoulder. Hunter leaned into the touch.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Puppet On A String

Puppet On A String

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Suspension - a form of sexual bondage where a bound person is hung from one or more overhead suspension points.

Warnings: subspace, spider anatomy, soft fluffy feelings, slight dom/sub vibes, blindfold, finger sucking, objectification (feeling like an object, but in a good way), lots and lots of love, aftercare,

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2038

A/N: Drider - a race of centauroid creatures with the upper bodies of dark elves (drows) and the lower bodies of giant spiders. But make it soft and lovey, cause even though it’s the spoopy season, I won’t make spiders any spoopier than they already are.

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The first time you felt it, it had been an accident. Wanda, for all her love and support and growth since joining the team, never liked to train without at least two other Avengers around. If she wasn't training completely alone, spending hours in the gymnasium mixing magic and with her own special abilities. She would come back to your shared apartment on shaky limbs, pale and covered in sweat, before spending a good chunk of the evening on her web only to emerge at the call for dinner. Her web was her space, as sacred to her as her magic.

Getting webbed nearly upside down in the training room, your limbs held up by the tight, soft silks that Wanda shot at you was an accident. The first time.

The second time was deliberate.

"You are really okay with this?" You asked, standing on the threshold of Wanda's private space, the one thing she asked for when you got together, when she officially moved into your apartment, the room that held her web.

In the low red lighting, you could see the spell books dangling on strings, the photos of her family and Pietro carefully framed in webbing on the walls, and old DVDs of I Love Lucy casually tossed on the great expanse of her web. Everything in the room screamed Wanda. The object held an unspoken rule, do not touch.

You wanted to be one of those objects.

That first time had been short and caught you both by surprise. You'd never been secured by her webs before, only held the daintily made crafts she would give you for holidays and special events. You could feel the magic thrumming through the threads of her webs, you could feel the warmth and control that radiated from Wanda. Your muscles relaxed into the safety of her presence instantly. It was so natural, so easy for you. You let go, brain floating off into some cloud, you were helpless to do anything but hang there like just another piece of equipment.

You had bruises for almost a week, your joints ached for a few days, your muscles were jelly for a few hours, but your mind couldn’t stop drifting. Every time you saw your girlfriend you were reminded of the feeling. How, for a brief moment, you were nothing and nothing mattered. You wanted that again.

“Yes, puppet.”

Even now, the simple pet name sent a new thrill down your spine. It had always been an inside joke between the two of you that meant nothing, but now… now it was something more. It made the blood rush to your cheeks every time she uttered the word. Her soft, husky voice uttered the word and you were sent careening down a path of no return. She controlled you perfectly, easily, when she called you that.

“Despite my better judgment, I’m willing to indulge you. But we are following my rules.” Wanda said, crossing her arms over her chest, legs dancing across her web as she came to stand in front of you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you saluted her with a smile. “Besides, this is just, ya know… a test. Like we talked about, if either of us aren’t feeling it, we don’t have to do it again.”

“You seem nervous, why?”

“I-”

She was right, of course. You were nervous. What if she regrets letting you in? This was a big step in your relationship. What if she doesn’t like this? What if you fuck up? What if-

“You are thinking too loud.” She tugged you over the threshold and into her room.

Instantly your arms wrapped around her, burying your face in her shoulder. Her mandibles clicked together softly, before curling in and making space for her lips to find yours. Wanda kissed you softly, silencing your thoughts for a moment as your body relaxed. Her front legs hooked under your legs in a swift pull to get to wrap them around her waist.

She carried you closer to the web, with every step further into the room the nervousness melted away. The part of you that was scared of rejection just got caught at the door. Wanda’s hands on your face, on the back of your neck, guiding and coaxing you only helped lower your guard. Not that you really needed it, your girlfriend was magic in more ways than one.

Her mouth, for starters, was always sweet and soft. Wanda’s tender kisses, cautious at the start, her fangs carefully tucked away, to the way she devoured you by the end of it. She covered you in beautiful marks that left the rest of the team blushing. You lived for those heated moments where her mandible would get tangled up around your head, to see her lost in the moment.

Secondly, there were the touches. Not just with her hands, though, Wanda was tactile with every limb. Her hands, her palps, her legs, would wrap around you like they owned you. You could always count Wanda holding your hand, grazing your shoulder, or tapping your butt. She made you feel loved and desired, always, but sometimes that's not what you need.

And those two weapons were doing their worst. So wrapped up in her hands and mouth, you missed the way she stripped you of your clothes. Efficient, that’s what she was. She easily worked through the tasks of carrying you to her web, disrobing you, and turning you into a soft pudding she could mold into whatever she wanted.

A tug, your head being pulled back from her soft lips, brought you back to the surface. You blinked, refocusing and seeing her eyes flash with a spark, red surrounding her irises for a second before they settled again. But you felt the rush of magic and static in the air.

Wanda moved you again and slowly began the process of spinning her silks until you were wrapped up, surrounded in a cocoon so soft and warm. It was the perfect blanket. Your arms were tucked securely behind your back, gentle tension in your chest at the muscles being pulled. Your legs were bent back so your knees were spread and your ankles were tied together near your butt.

“How are you feeling, puppet?” She asked.

You tested the silks, giving a good wiggle where you laid on her web. “Good, not too tight. Just a bit exposed, but in a good way.”

“This next part goes around your eyes, do you still want that?” For a second, nervousness flashed across her features.

“Hey, c’mere,” you nodded, trying to get her within reach. She pressed her hand on your cheek, allowing you to turn and kiss her palm and wrist. “I want this and I want you. I trust you, baby.”

“Close your eyes.” She commanded.

You followed orders, silk wrapped around your head delicately. The world went dark, your breath caught in your throat for a moment but it didn’t last. Soon enough you were floating. The whispers of Wanda’s webbing being shot echoed in your ears as you felt your body being hoisted up. Your muscles pulled and tensed at the joining points. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. A rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through your system before a warm, fuzzy feeling settled inside your mind.

Wanda kissed your forehead, so sweet and gentle. The action caused you to rock ever so slightly, the only sensation you were left with as the helplessness and fear evaporated.

You took a deep breath, leaned into the feeling of falling almost. If you wanted to fly, you knew you had to let go, to allow yourself to be free despite being nothing. For the first few moments, every sound Wanda made in the room made you flinch. Every time a page in The Darkhold was turned, a shiver shot up your spine. Every click and purr from Wanda as she worked caused a soft gasp to come from your lips. But soon they all just became white noise, like cotton had been stuffed in your ears because no matter what, you were just another object caught in the web. Nothing to be concerned about.

The muscles in your stomach were the first to give out, quivering from the strain of holding the arch of your position. But once they relaxed, it was easy for the rest of your body to slip into the nothingness. To be just like the books hanging from the ceiling. Like sand slipping through an hourglass, you slipped from reality, thoughts sliding down the funnel until all that was left was warmth. You were weightless, flying away from your body. Your limbs tingled and buzzed and thrummed with existence, but it didn’t register to release.

You were free.

Pressure leaked from the base of your skull, pulsing through your body before settling between your legs. Your mouth fell open, a shuddering breath drawn in as freedom twisted into a heated arousal. It swirled in the background of your consciousness. You didn’t need to satiate it. That molten feeling seeping into your bones was just sending you higher, further from the room, the apartment, the planet.

But you could feel Wanda everywhere. She surrounded your very existence. No part of you was distant from her. She kept you safe while you were flying, floating through space and time like nothing mattered. She was your watcher.

A weight settled on you, warm and present and encompassing. You hummed at the feeling of it. It swept across you, slowly rolling up your body until it settled under your jaw. There was a swoop in your belly, lowering you closer to earth when fingers teased your slack mouth. A realization, stunted and too late, came to the forefront of your mind. Drool cooled on your chin, leaked from your lips as you closed them around the fingers. You sucked them as much as you could, let them slide across your tongue more than anything.

“...perfect, puppet, come back to me.”

Her honey-sweet voice, tinged with pride and lust, pushed your own arousal to the surface. What was fine swirling in the background was now spiraling out of control. You ached for more touch, for Wanda to intervene and make it go away. You whimpered around her fingers, lapping at the seam of the two in your mouth.

“Oh, puppet,” her hushed voice washed over you. “You're a desperate thing aren’t you. Just waiting to be used by me aren’t you?”

You choked around the fingers, gagging on the idea of being used, being treated like a toy for Wanda to find her pleasure from.

The fingers were slowly removed from your mouth, and the weighted feeling returned to you. Gently moving you, bringing you back to the room, Wanda unwrapped your limbs from their silk confinement. Your ankles, legs, hands, and arms became yours again. Your body became yours again, but she moved it like it was still just hers. With each part of you revealed to the world, Wanda kissed the flesh. She held your weight like it was nothing.

Lips pressed against yours, drawing a weak, small moan from them. It was all coming back so quickly, it had all happened so fast. The blindfold pulled from you revealed a warmly lit room, a soft red glow from Wanda’s eyes acting as gravity and pulling you completely back to yourself.

You smiled at her, trembling lips and limbs struggling to cooperate with you. A straw was placed between your lips and you sucked up the juice greedily.

“Easy, love, you did so well. So beautiful.” She brushed her palps across your body, tucking them into her body so she could fully wrap her legs around you.

“S’good?” You slurred, blurry eyes searching for her.

A hand guided your cheek up so you could see her properly. She beamed at you, the sweetest smile on her lips and nose scrunching up with pure joy. Warmth burst in your chest, head rushing at the sheer amount of love you could feel around you.

“Next time, I will use you like you are my treasure, but for now we sleep.”

[justagaycryptid]

More inane theory rambling

(Decided to make this its own separate post instead of just leaving it tacked onto the end of my last theory post)

Okay, now that I’ve continued with some of THE LORE and watched those clips talking about Dorine, I am more convinced that this is definitely less about the characters we previously knew and more about us and the parallels these new characters have with previous characters.

Engineer Mark and Actor Mark are not the same person, but they area parallels of each other. Both are people who inadvertently hurt the people around them because they were doing what they thought was right whilst being influenced by forces outside of their control.

Admittedly Actor Mark is less justified in his actions than Engineer Mark but the point still stands.

From what I can tell, Dorine/Celci are not Celine, but like with Actor and Engineer Mark, they are parallels. There of course is the motif of going to sleep, of sleep being a good and safe option. The motif of choice, since when looking at WKM, it was Celine’s choice to intervene at the mansion that changed the course of events. Something bad was always going to happen at the manor, but Celine’s being there when she was not supposed to be set off a completely different chain of events than was originally supposed to happen.

And this even ties back to us, with how our choices can each cause a wildly different sequence of events, although this is also different in the fact that all choices are all happening at the same time and yet all lead to the same ending. But that parallel still exists somewhat.

Yeah obviously Dark and Wilford are still here, so it’s not like this is just an alternate universe with only character parallels that allude to the one we’re more familiar with, but their role is much smaller in this story.

ISWM I feel focuses more on drawing parallels between these new characters and old characters and shows us how different circumstances can change people and how they think, what they do and the choices they make. This still ties back into WKM and why those characters are the way that they are.

Because while they’re all pretty equally shitty people (minus Damien because he did nothing wrong ever), nobody is a villain.

While yes, Dark does accept the role of villain in Actor’s stories, albeit on his own terms, he is not a villain. Actor is not a villain.

Yeah they’re both manipulative fucks that only seek to use the people around them for their benefit, both of them believe that what is to their benefit is to the benefit of others in the long run.

Huh just like how Engineer Mark did what he did because he thought he was fixing the problems that he unknowingly caused.

And Engineer Mark came to this realization that what he was doing was wrong. He had been horribly misguided and come to the only solution he could think of, but he was still wrong.

And he admits to it. He apologizes and looks past himself and what he thinks is right, and realizes what he’s done to the captain, to the colonists, to the entire multiverse.

This COULD be alluding to a potential redemption of Actor Mark, I’m not entirely sure, but the parallels ARE there.

I think that ISWM is less of a continuation of the story and more of an extrapolation/expansion of it. Again, tying into my previous idea that this is character development for us much like how WMLW was character development for Abe when it comes to this world and its rules/how it does/doesn’t work and the sort of lens/mindset you need to view it under. 

Anyways that’s all I got for now feel free to add anything else if you’ve got ideas or tell me if this even makes sense lmao.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover | Mob!Steve Rogers

I saw this post  by @rosierose-e​ and got inspired to write this mob! Steve Rogers smut. All mistakes are my own. 

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! Love you all and appreciate the support immensely! Thank you :) 

Warning: Smut!!! NSFW choking, cockwarming, swearing

Part Two

Word Count: 5k

You squinted as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weight of the false lashes a foreign feeling on your eyes. You felt like a clown. This was not you at all. You wore the basics: some foundation, concealer, blush, mascara and if you were really feeling fancy a lip gloss. But nothing heavy. One, your skin was unforgiving and if you went heavier than the BB cream you used you would have pimples for days. Two, in your line of work heavy makeup just wasn’t ideal. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” You looked up in the mirror to see the rookie Peter Parker getting into the van behind you. Peter was sweet, a little naive, but a good agent nonetheless. He had joined the force about three months ago and Director Fury had insisted he learn from the best, so now he was your partner for the remainder of the year. 

“Thanks, Pete.” You sighed as you straightened up, pulling the hem of the skin tight black dress down only to have it bunch up again. “I feel ridiculous.” 

“Well you don’t look it.” He handed you a cup of coffee and you took it with a grateful smile. You needed all the caffeine you could get tonight. 

Tonight you were going undercover at the notorious Red White and Blue Gala hosted by none other than notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. It was his lame attempt and pretending to be an upstanding citizen but hosting an event in honor of the men and women in service. A good cause but for a bad reason. It was rumored that more than just helpful charity happened at this event. 

 You and the rest of your team had been tailing Rogers for close to two years. Trying to get anything to tie the bastard down to all the crimes you knew his organization was behind. But he was good at his job. Leaving no trace evidence that could link any of the nefarious acts back to him. 

He was a cocky son of a bitch and you wanted to be the one to nail him. 

Peter glanced down at the watch on his wrist before clapping his hands together. “Almost showtime, partner.” 

You felt your hands get clammy as the nerves started to wrack your body. You had done undercover work before in the last seven years you’ve been a part of the force but there was something different about this one. Something more dangerous. Steve Rogers was a dangerous man. 

You turned back to the mirror and fixed your hair and makeup one last time before letting out a long breath. You again tried to pull down the hem of the dress but with no avail. You wanted badly to be mad at the catering company that you had been able to infiltrate but you knew that this was probably the work of Rogers. Sick bastard. 

You slipped on the four inch heels they gave you and you nearly stumbled into Peter as you tried to take a step. Heels. Another thing not usually worn in your line of business. 

“Okay, this is a listening device.” Peter explained as he pinned a small but beautiful butterfly pin on your right breast. You couldn’t help but chuckle as his hands fumbled as he accidentally grazed over where your nipple would be. “Sorry.” 

“It’s a boob, Parker. It’s fine.” Peter just nodded before finishing pinning it. 

“Anyway,” he continued. “It’ll be recording everything that we need and coming right back here to my feed in the van. It’s small enough that it won’t get detected by any scanners. Unfortunately we won’t be able to communicate but if you say ‘pineapple’ we’ll come in and get you out.” 

“Pineapple.” You said more to yourself than to Peter. 

“Pineapple. And I mean, Y/N. Anything starts to get fishy you get out of there. Roger’s is ruthless.” 

“I know.” You patted his shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, rook.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed you out the van. “Kick ass, partner.” 

You gave him a small salute before turning around and following another group of girls dressed just like you into the expansive mansion in front of you. 

You tried not to be too awestruck as you took in the structure of the building. It looked like something out of an old mystery novel. The entire place was dark. Dark wood and dark furniture. The lights all a dimmed tan light that fed into the mysterious atmosphere. Your eyes darted to the artwork that littered the wall, all depictions of a fall from grace. 

Is that how you see yourself, Rogers? A fallen angel? 

“Hey!” You snapped back to attention as a frantic voice called over to you. “What the hell are you doing? Get to the kitchen.” 

You bit your tongue as you glared at the rude man before following the rest of the women into the kitchen. 

Dressed all like you, there were probably about twenty other women there. All of them easily could have been supermodels. The rude man pushed you towards a group of about three of them who were all balancing drinks on a tray. 

“Grab one and go.” The man, Stan you gathered from his nametag, said before turning to another group of women. You picked up a tray and prayed to all powers in the universe that the combination of full glasses of wine and these heels didn’t cause you to completely embarrass yourself. 

The ballroom was huge. You suddenly felt very small as you wandered around the room, offering drinks to some of New York’s most high profile residents. You kept your eyes peeled for the familiar mob boss. Your heart rate sped up as you noticed him across the room, chatting with a beautiful woman. You watched as he leaned down and whispered something to her, causing her to blush before playfully pushing his shoulder. He just smirked before turning his attention to the man on the other side of him-Clint Barton, completely ignoring her now, but she still stayed by his side watching his every move. 

Pathetic. 

You had to get to him. Get him alone and get him talking. But how? 

“Well aren’t you the prettiest thing in the room.” You felt yourself stiffen as a pair of hands wandered down your back and rested on your hip. The smell of expensive cologne attacking your senses. 

Slowly you turned around to find James “Bucky” Barnes looking at you like a predator to its prey. Bucky, was Steve’s right hand man. His best friend. He was handsome. Dark hair, even darker blue eyes and a smirk, that if he was anyone else, would have your panties melted off before you could even blink. You glanced down at the infamous metal arm that was hidden underneath an expensive suit jacket, but his hand flexed slightly as he noticed you looking at it. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You forced out. “Can I offer you a drink?” You pushed the tray between the two of you in offering and also creating more space. 

“No, I’m all set, doll.” He raised his glass of scotch. “Just wanted to talk to a pretty thing like you.” 

“There are plenty of other beautiful women here.” You said, your voice slightly cold. You hoped he would get the hint. 

“None quite like you.” He smirked and you fought everything in you to roll your eyes. 

“Does that line actually work?” 

Bucky took a step back at your bluntness. You see out of the corner of your eye, Rogers and Barton start to head towards the door. You had to make a move, because if he left to go do business he might not come back down for a while. 

“It was nice talking to you, Mr. Barnes.” You quickly moved past him, ignoring his short “wait”. You rushed, but not too obviously, towards where Steve was heading. If you went fast enough you could cut him off. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you tripped over your heels, the tray in your hand shooting forward and the glasses of red wine landing square on Steve Rogers’ suit. 

“What the fuck?” The room went silent at his angry outburst. You stumbled as you tried to stand up, but were immediately hoisted up when his large hands wrapped around the tops of your arms. 

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You sputtered. For a moment you forgot where you were. Why you were here. His blue eyes, dark with fury, scanned your face as he held your arms. You had never really taken a good look at him. All pictures in his file weren’t anything special or high definition. But now, seeing him up close? You were beginning to understand the woman from earlier giddiness. 

He was beautiful. 

You bit your lip as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. You suddenly felt very aware of your body and the fact that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. 

“Go.” He pushed you towards the door he had been walking to with Barton. You walked through the door with shaky legs as you heard him mutter something to Barton before following you. 

“Sir, I’m so-” 

“Shut up.” He growled as he stepped through the door, the heavy wood slamming shut behind him. “Walk.” 

You hesitated. You didn’t know where he wanted you to walk to. Grumbling, Steve once again pushed you forward and you just started walking down the hallway. As you walked down you noticed a door that was slightly ajar. You glanced in while walking past and took note of the firearms and drugs that were very obviously there.

“Keep. Walking.” Steve’s voice was harsh in your ear before you heard him slam the door shut. 

“Yes, sir.” you muttered. 

The two of you continued to walk until you made it to the room at the end of the hall. Tentatively you opened it, waiting for any different direction, but Steve remained silent behind you so you continued. 

The room was...different. It was very different from the dark vibe of the rest of the house. There was a large bay window to your left that overlooked the back of the house that homed a large garden and pool. The walls were painted a soft beige and the furniture a lighter wood than the rest of the house. Even the bed was covered in a white duvet that looked like a cloud just waiting to be jumped on. It was homey. It was nice. 

“Mr. Rogers-” 

“Who do you work for?” He demanded, shutting the door. 

You froze. You tried hard to make sure your face didn’t give away anything as he stared you down. You didn’t let your gaze falter as he stalked closer to you. 

“Lee’s Catering.” You answered earnestly. 

“Bullshit.” He was now only a foot away from you. His broad shoulders heaving as he raked you up and down. “I know every single girl that works for Stan. I’ve never seen you before. So answer me again and honestly this time. Who the fuck do you work for?” 

“So he’s not allowed to hire new girls?” You snapped, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. 

Fuck. 

“Watch your tone with me, sweetheart. You’re on very thin ice right now.” He closed the final gap between the two of you and you gasped when his hand went around your throat, but not tightening enough to cut off any oxygen. 

“That old bat isn’t allowed to hire anyone that I haven’t vetted.” He hissed in your ear. You shuttered as the vibrato of his voice sent shivers straight down to your core. 

“Please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as your eyes pleaded with him. 

Steve opened his mouth but nothing came out, his nose brushed along the curve of your neck and you sucked in a breath as his mouth latched onto the sensitive spot underneath your jaw. 

“Strip.” He commanded, pushing you back causing you to fall onto the bed. 

“What?” 

“Take off your fucking clothes so I can see if you’re wired.” He snapped. You slowly pulled at the hem of your dress before drawing it up your body and over your head. Before you could fully get it off he stopped you. Your heart stopped as he reached over to the butterfly pin and pulled it off the dress. You watched in horror as he walked to his door, opening it and calling out to someone at the end of the hall. 

“Yeah boss?” You tried to see him, but Steve’s frame was blocking the small opening in the door. 

“Take this and run a test. Let me know if it’s bugged.” He demanded before closing the door. When he turned around he raised an expectant eyebrow at you letting you know you still had to take off the dress. You resumed your actions and turned your face away when his eyes flared at the matching set of red lingerie you had on underneath. 

“See? No wires.” You whispered. 

Steve didn’t say anything as he stalked towards you, rolling up the sleeves to the dress shirt he had on. Your body flushed as he leaned over you, his strong arms resting on either side of your chest. Slowly, he moved on hand to the strap of your bra before lowering it down off your shoulder. His thumb brushed over your pebbling nipple and you wanted to smack the smirk that formed on his face straight off. 

“I better double check you’re not hiding anything anywhere.” He muttered before pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing your left breast. You shuttered as his thumb brushed over it again, this time with no barrier. His mouth was hot as wrapped his lips around the bud, causing you to let out an unwilling moan. Your hips bucked up as his tongue expertly ran over your nipple. His deftly unclipped your bra and moved his mouth to your other breast and continued the same assault. His hands moved down to your hips to steady them from bucking against his growing member. 

“Hmm, looks like we’re clear up here.” He chuckled as his lips moved up to your jaw before capturing your mouth with his. 

The kiss was fiery and embarrassingly so sent a wave of pleasure down to your aching core. You moaned into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving it a tight tug. Steve growled at your movements as he fully leaned into you now, his muscular thighs trapping yours on the bed. 

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it in to find his own. You nearly came as Steve moaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on you and pulling you up to meet his rutting hips. Using all your strength you spun the two of you around, your mouths still connected, so you were now straddling his pelvis. You pulled away from the kiss and sat up. 

Steve slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blown in desire as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. You began to unbutton his wine stained shirt, running your hands over his porcelain skin when it was fully opened. You traced your fingers over the tattoos that littered his abs and ribs. You took pleasure in the fact that Steve would shiver with every pass of your fingertip. 

“I’m sorry about the stain, Mr. Rogers.” You said innocently, leaning down, your breasts pushed together as they rested on his now bare chest. 

“You should be, princess.” His voice was deep. You let out a small yelp as one of his hands gave a harsh slap to your ass. “This is an expensive shirt. And don’t even get me started on the trousers.” 

You hummed in understanding as you gave tiny kisses across his jaw and neck, taking time to suck on the skin around his collarbone. Your hands wandered down his body till they came in contact with the trousers in question. Slowly you sat up, running your hands over the stain on his pants but your eyes never leaving his. 

“I hope you can get the stain out.” You licked your lips as you moved your body down his own until your face was directly by his crotch and the stain. You sucked on the stain near his cock and smiled when his member jumped in his briefs. You slowly pulled down his pants until he was just in his underwear, his cock trying so hard to break free from it’s confines. 

Steve groaned as you finally freed his aching member. You gave the tip a little kitten lick as you looked up at him. He was now resting his weight on his arms as he leaned back and watched you in absolute wonder. You brushed your thumb across the tip, dragging the precum that had gathered there down the rest of his shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth. But you wanted to torture him a bit more. 

You ran your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, while your hand squeezed lightly at the base. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue playing with the slit there before pulling back with a pop. 

“Mhmm, tasty.” You continued treating him like your own personal lollipop, but never fully enveloping his dick in your mouth. 

“Sweetheart, either fucking suck it like I know you can or I’ll shove it down your fucking throat.” Steve wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced your head up. “Got it?” 

You didn’t respond, instead you finally took him into your mouth. You pushed past your gag reflex and took him all the way in until your nose brushed against the hairs on his naval. 

“Oh fuck.” Steve’s voice praised as he started moving his hips, fucking his cock down the back of your throat. 

Your eyes watered as you let him use your throat as his own little fuck toy. You reached between your legs trying to relieve the tension that was building there. You moaned around his cock as your fingers toyed with your clit. 

“Shit, I wanna come in that fucking pussy.” He moaned as he pulled you off the floor and threw you back on the bed. You laid back, your fingers moving back to your clit as you watched him fully take off his clothes. He watched you with interest as you moved your lace panties to the side and slid a finger up your slit, gathering your juices before gently rubbing your clit again. He ran his hands up your legs before grabbing your hand and stopping your actions. 

“This,” He patted harshly against your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. “Is mine. Don’t touch, unless I tell you to.” 

“Yes, sir.” You moaned as his fingers replaced yours. Your back arched as he dipped one finger into your hole. 

“Fuck, baby. When was the last time somebody fucked this little cunt? You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He moaned, watching as your pussy greedily closed around his finger. 

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” Steve’s eyes met yours and for a moment he looked like a man that you might actually want to be with. His cold exterior was gone and replaced with a man who was just as lustfully lost as you were. 

“I want your cock now. Please.” you cried out as he slipped another finger in. Your body bucking as he curled his fingers up hitting that spot that so few had been able to get to with you. 

“Yeah? My little slut wants daddy’s cock to fill her up?” He leaned over you, capturing your lips again. You moaned into his mouth at his words. You never admitted it to anyone but you always had a little bit of a daddy kink. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over you. 

“Please, daddy.” You whimpered against his lips as your hips bucked against his. “Please fuck me.” 

Steve chuckled darkly, kissing you quickly again, before ripping your panties clean off your body. You didn’t even care that he just ruined the most expensive pair of underwear you owned. You just needed his cock in you now. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him lineup his cock with your dripping hole, slowly pushing the head into your tight channel. You both let out moans as he bottomed out. He fell forward, his forehead resting against yours. You whined as you tried to move your hips against his but he just forced them down with his hands. 

“Steve!” You all but screamed. “Please.” 

“Patience, baby.” He said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Squeezing daddy’s cock so good. I just need a minute.” 

You let out a humph as you continued to buck your hips against his. 

“What the fuck did I just say?” He growled, he leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Don’t be a fucking brat.” 

You opened your mouth to apologize but it was overtaken as you let out a yelp as he pulled himself out before slamming his cock back into you. You threw your head back as he fucked into you relentlessly, his hand tightening around your throat. You were in a state of euphoria as his cock dragged in and out of your walls. 

“Oh my god.” You mewl as he continues to completely destroy your pussy. Before you could process what’s happening, Steve flips you over so your face is pushed into the fluffy comforter. He pulls your hips back so your ass is in the air and he easily slides back into you. 

“Tight little cunt fucking loves my cock.” You cry out as his hand delivers a slap against your ass before moving to your hips and pushing you back onto his dick. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. 

“Daddy!” You call out. Steve leans over and pulls you up by your neck, causing your back to be flush with his front as he fucks up into you. His other hand moves down to play with your clit. 

“Are you gonna come baby girl? I feel your pussy milking my cock. You wanna come?” He growls in your ear. “Huh? You wanna come all over my cock?” 

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” 

“I’m so close, princess.” He drops his head into the crook of your neck. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock, make daddy come with you.” 

You feel that familiar feeling in your tummy as your orgasm approaches. 

“Shit.” You breathe out as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Steve’s fingers move faster against your clit. You cry out as your orgasm finally crashes over you. Steve lets out a groan as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum shooting inside your walls. 

“You feel so good.” He breathes as his orgasm dies down. You hum in agreement but you’re too tired to say anything else. You close your eyes as you feel Steve lower your both to the bed. You whimper as he pulls out of you. 

“I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you just give him a nod. You’re completely incoherent. Totally fucked out. He’s gone for a couple minutes and you hear the water in the bathroom running before he comes back. With your eyes closed you don’t see how he pauses at the side of bed, appreciating the curves of your body as you curled yourself under one of his many blankets. 

You whine as you feel him move the blanket before running a washcloth between your legs. “Steve?” 

“Yes, princess?” You hate that your stomach flutters at the nickname. 

“Don’t leave.” You mutter, closing your eyes once more. 

Steve doesn’t respond for a second and at first you think that he’s going to leave but then you feel the bed dip and a strong arm pulling you close. You smile to yourself as your hand lands on top of his. 

“Get some rest.” He whispers in your ear. 

“Mmkay.” you hum and you don’t know if it’s your imagination or not but you swore you felt Steve smile against your skin. 

You wake with a jolt. You glance at the clock and curse silently. You’ve been asleep for two hours. You turn over and see Steve still there, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. You find yourself staring at his long eyelashes and how they rest gently along the tops of his cheek. He doesn’t look like a scary mob boss here. He looks human. He looks peaceful. 

“I can feel you staring.” Steve opens one eye and gives you a small smile. “Like what you see?” 

You gasp as he grabs you and has you straddle his hips. You rest your hands easily on his chest and stare down at him, smirking as you feel his cock start to stir. 

“Hmmm, I love these.” His hands reach up and twist at your nipples causing you to bite back a moan. 

“Steve…” 

“And your pussy is so responsive to me, princess. It’s like it was made for me.” He rubs his thumb across your clit. “I can feel how wet you are again.” 

“Well you’re playing with my clit. Of course I’m gonna get wet.” You retort. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at you. “You really think being sassy is in your best interest?” 

You roll your eyes but don’t respond. Steve grumbles before lifting you up a bit and impaling you on his now hard cock. 

“Fuck!” You slap his chest and Steve chuckles. Nonetheless you start rocking your hips against his. 

“Nuh uh,” Steve tuts. He holds your hips still. “You’re just gonna sit here like this. Keep me nice and warm.” 

“Steveeee.” You whine, lowering your head to his chest. 

“Don’t be such a brat then.” He growls. You raise your head to look at him and even though his words are tough, his eyes are soft. And for a moment your taken back. “So sit still for daddy.” 

You groan but stay still. Steve runs his fingers up and down your back, tracing patterns along your skin and you hum in appreciation. Your peaceful moment is upended though when his phone rings on the nightstand next to him. 

“Rogers.” He answers quickly. You stay quiet as you hear the voice on the other end of the line talk about the product movement. You smirk to yourself as Steve begins to discuss logistics, completely ignoring your presence. 

“I’m a little busy, Stark.” Tony Stark? As in Mayor of the city Tony Stark? He was in on this too. “I’ll call you back.” Steve threw his phone back on the nightstand and brought your face up to his to pull you into a searing kiss. 

“Please, daddy?” You say against his lips. You start rocking your hips again and this time, Steve doesn’t stop you. 

You're a moaning mess as Steve’s hips snap up yours, your orgasm fast approaching. 

“Gonna cum already?” 

“Yes, yes! Oh god, I’m so close!” You breathe as he quickens his pace. 

“Cum, baby girl. Make a mess on daddy.” He groans, his head tipping back. 

“Steve!” You choke out as your body spasms with pleasure. Steve comes quickly after you and you shutter as you feel his seed leaking out of your worn out hole. 

You lay your head down on his chest again and try to gather your thoughts. You need to get out of here. 

“I should go.” You whisper, sitting up. Steve’s cock is still inside you and you almost don’t want to leave because you feel so full. 

“I wanna see you again.” He runs his fingers across your cheek. The sense of power you feel seeing the country’s biggest mob boss underneath you, drunk on your sex is overwhelming. You love the feeling. 

“You will. Soon.” You lean down and give him a deep kiss. “I promise.” You peck his lips once more before gathering your clothes from the floor. 

Slipping on your shoes you give him one last wink before hurrying out the door and down the hall. You manage to find a way to the kitchen without having to walk through the rest of the party and you sneak out behind a delivery man who brought in a ridiculously large ice sculpture. 

Once you're outside you take your heels off and run towards the van down the street. You hurriedly knock on the back, checking your surroundings to make sure no one sees you. Peter opens the door and he looks like he’s seen a ghost when he sees you. 

“Y/N!” He pulls you into the van. “Oh my god, I was getting worried. When we heard him say that he wanted to check the pin I had to turn off the devices so they wouldn’t get traced. And then you didn’t come out. But Fury said that you would be fine but man, I was so nervous and-”

“Parker, shut up and hand me a piece of paper.” You clapped your hands together, pulling him out of his ramble. Peter nodded and handed you a pen and paper watching intently as you started writing down everything you overheard on the phone call. 

“What is this?” 

“Rogers is working with Stark and they're moving some sort of product tomorrow.” You said proudly.

“How did you...this is huge!” 

“My Ma always said that there are two ways to get to a man. One is through his stomach and the other is in his pants.” You shrugged. 

“And I’m guessing you didn’t make him a grilled cheese sandwich.” Peter makes a face. 

“Not exactly.” You laugh. “Now let’s go. We gotta get this to Fury.” 

Part 2

[wizkiddx]

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this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍

the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'

summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

best friends -> lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue

wc: 3.5k ishhh

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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.

His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.

And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.

In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.

One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.

Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.

“Are you upset?”

“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.

“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”

Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.

“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”

Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.

“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.

“Missing home?”

“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”

Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.

This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.

“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”

“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.

“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?

“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”

“Shitty week?”

“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.

“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.

“Will you do me a favour?”

This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.

“Always T, you know that.”

“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”

She got where he was coming from too.

Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.

It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.

“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”

Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”

And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.

“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”

“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.

“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.

“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”

“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”

“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”

“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”

“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.

"Honestly."

He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”

“Well, I am very knowledgable.”

“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.

“Whats your biggest worry?”

“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”

It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.

“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”

“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.

“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.

“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”

“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”

“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.

“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”

“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.

“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”

“They do that?”

“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”

Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.

“You are being metaphorical.”

“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”

“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.

“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.

“Tell me another story about another star.”

Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.

It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.

As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.

“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”

“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.

“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.

“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”

With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.

“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”

“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.

“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.

“This is stup-“

“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.

“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.

“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”

There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.

“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”

Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.

But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.

“I lied too.”

That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”

Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.

She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.

Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.

Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.

“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.

“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.

“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”

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