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makapatag · 5 months ago

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thinking about world-first design

My last three games were more or less centered on the character, and consequently the player. I think this is a completely valid way of playing, but having done three kinds of games that had this, I wanted to branch out into a world-first style of design.

World-first design are the ones I associate with the stylings of mostly OSR: where the gameworld and the modules and the adventures and the equipment, the counting of ammo, of resources, are all more important than creating a character in such a way to fulfill a particular fantasy or character concept.

I call this world-first rather than character-first because it puts into primacy the very world and fiction that the players must interact with rather than the player characters being only focus of such games. In the same way that character-first design (WotC D&D, Exalted, Lancer) doesn't inherently preclude an overwhelming focus on a world's lore and vibe, world-first design doesn't inherently preclude a focus on character building or a certain primacy of the player characters over NPCs. In World-First design, to be someone of note is to have played the game and interacted with the world long enough. However, a caveat of this world-first design is that it's very easy to die, to be extinguished (it is important, in a way, in World-First design to showcase the strength of the world and how it doesn't bend to the whims of a player).

The difference of course, is how the mechanics are mostly written and presented. In World-First design, there's not much use for metacurrencies that imply that the PCs are inherently different or privileged over other player characters. World-First PCs gain privilege from things within the gameworld. While diegesis is of value, it is not the be all end all, as long as the game focuses on mechanics of the world rather than of the player. Frex: ROMANCE OF THE LOTUS THRONE has a (very rare, D&D 4e Action Point-esque) reroll system known as DETERMINATION. However Determination is a very real thing in the game, and can be gained from succeeding in particular tasks, or interacting with community and finding some form of purpose. Its sublimated form of willpower. Its also a bit of an Undertale reference. The difference then is that Determination is not meta-currency: it's in-world currency. There's no Determination stat in the character sheet: it instead fills up an inventory slot. It's a mechanic of the world and not of the player. It's simulationism without the tax forms (rules-lite, fiction-first simulationism is a topic for another post).

When I play or run RPGs, my personal preference has always been that of immersionism. The deeper you sink into a world's physics, a world's customs, the more the Other becomes the Self is a point of great joy for me: whether that be the chilling borderlands of SYMBAROUM, the intricate Underworld of VAMPIRE, the ineffable Space Opera of FADING SUNS, or the crimson-gold otherworld of ARTESIA. World-First can be a genre emulation philosophy (frex, if your world is meant to emulate a genre, a la Exalted's Creation) but I believe that Genre Emulation is not the be-all end-all of Role-Playing Games, as some would think it to be. Mechanics aren't automatically good just because it hearkens to a particular genre, a la PbtA. I think mechanics are good when they accomplish the Design Goal of the game. And sometimes Design Goals are to simulate or fabricate an otherworld and transport you there. I think that goal is one of the more difficult ones to truly achieve, so any that attempt it to this day I hold in respect, even if they end up being rules-heavy simulation-esque attempts. I believe that World-First games are like, the immersive sims of TTRPGs (in the sense that they take some getting used to but create for some of the best emergent gameplay moments, as well as potent immersion of a world).

In ROMANCE OF THE LOTUS THRONE, I’ve managed to do a bit of a mixing. Inspired by the likes of Dark Souls and Elden Ring, where the world is important, but its the character builds that make or break a game, I’ve made the characters dependent on the world. This means you more or less start a game with a blank slate of a character, or someone with the bare minimum of detail. Then, as you play, you learn and gain abilities from milieu of the world, gaining items and powers and magicks from playing the game, rather than from a Class Table. In a way, this is also an inherent forcing of diegesis in the game, and diegesis is one of my favorite concepts in all game design, across all mediums.

This does (somewhat) assume that the characters you’re playing are either amnesiac, young, or people that have not really accrued anything over the years. This is just as well: I believe that you can gain world-changing skills and capabilities even at 60 or 70 or beyond. However, if you want to build a character already seasoned, that’s easy enough to do: simply give them a number of starting equipment and Arts.

All of this lends itself to the ROMANCE's Buddhist bent, especially concerning the ideal of Anatta or Non-Self. Metaphysically, there is no self, all individuation arises from a nigh infinite set of other factors that eventually form the character. This enlightenment is inevitable for PCs that live long enough in Romance: a character eventually becomes a master of anything, removing the individuation of specialization as they inch their Cultivation closer to Awakening. To gnosis. To bodhi.

At the end of it, world-first design kind of asks the players to interact with the game not from their own biases but on the game's own terms. For the longest time this has been a no problem: the biggest world-first games are OSR after all, and they carry the baggage of D&D. However, for games that need and deserve worlds to be taken on their foundation and not the player's, both a World First design approach as well as a World First player mentality could provide a different, maybe even enriching experience that most character-first games would not deliver in the same way (character first games deliver a different, honestly more marketable niche in the realms of OC gaming and Power Fantasy).

#fantasy #gamedev #rpg #dnd #ttrpg #maritime asia

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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HEY BESTIE I LOVE THE PROMPTS #s 21 86 94 114 128 146 😭❤️ THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE TO READ

LOVE U SM

HI BESTIE!!

You had sent in one of these before I asked you to resend them lol but HEY turns out that was the perfect set up to post this one shot, too :D

This is featuring Joel and a smuggling partner who's been working with him and Tess for a while. She's new for this fic but I really like her so she may be making another appearance. I hope you love it!

Thanks so much for writing in and reading! Love you!!

Pretty Girl

Your smuggling partner, Joel Miller, is being uncommonly social during a trip to the Speakeasy.

Based on Prompt 128: "You're pretty" "You're drunk"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Just smut. Smutty smutty smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.7k

“This is going to be a stupid fucking run,” you took a sip of shitty whiskey - which was the only whiskey to be found in the QZ so you dealt with it. Better than nothing, at least.

“It’s not that stupid,” Tess replied.

“We’re talking a total of, what, eight days on the road?” You asked. “Unless one of you assholes has a car I don’t know about…”

“No car,” Tess said. “But I’ve heard from other folks who have passed through there in the last few months and it’s eight days of damn near empty country with a literal farm of pot on the other side. We’re talking about pounds and pounds of the stuff, we’ll be set for a fucking year off this one run…”

You took another drink, looking out at the other patrons of the bar. Downtrodden and looking for solace at the bottom of a glass. Not all that different than the dive bars you frequented before the world ended eight years earlier but there had been a charm to them then. You and your girlfriends chose those places to add some kind of danger to your debauchery. The concept of going out for cocktails or a beer after work now was almost laughable it was so foreign.

You’d had that kind of life once, though. One where you wore sheath dresses and spiked heels to your office and got paid more money than you needed to write bullshit ads for bullshit companies like Walmart. A trip to a dive bar was a fun way to step outside of your protected little bubble, a way to hook up with a guy with callused hands who might be a little rougher than the guys in your office whose muscle came from machines at the gym.

You couldn’t believe you used to stress about that shit now. It was all so stupid, the pointless deadlines and the KPIs and the concern about what your boss would think if you showed up with a rough blue collar guy to a company cocktail hour.

Now, you were only worried about surviving to the next day. And this run would either make that very easy or very hard, there was no in between.

“What do you think, Miller?” You looked at Joel, the most sullen of your little trio. “Think it’s worth the risk?”

He sighed, looking between you and Tess.

“I think if Tess’ intel is good then we’re fuckin’ stupid to not take advantage of it,” he said. “But we can’t be fuckin’ dumb about goin’. We have to make sure we’re well supplied because I’m not getting caught with my pants down in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere just to run some pot into the QZ.”

You ground your teeth for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. If you’re both in then I’m in. But I swear to God if this fucking scheme gets me killed I will haunt both of you until the day you die.”

Tess laughed a little and downed the rest of her whiskey.

“On that note,” she said, getting up from your table. “I’m getting out of here. We’ll look at getting the fuck out of here in about a week, make sure you’re set on ammo and rations by then, yeah?”

“Sure,” you nodded once and watched her go and turned back to Joel. “Ever wonder what the fuck would happen to Tess if she wasn’t in charge of something for a whole five minutes?”

Joel snorted.

“Doubt that’d ever happen,” he took a sip of his beer, polishing it off.

“You heading out, too?” You asked.

He looked at you for a moment, almost like he was assessing you.

“Thinkin’ about stayin’,” he replied eventually. “Want somethin’ else from the bar?”

“I’ll take a beer if you’re offering,” you shrugged, not used to Joel doing anything social beyond the bare minimum. You’d been doing smuggling runs with him for two years now and you were pretty sure you could count on one hand the number of conversations he’d initiated on your trips outside the QZ together.

You certainly didn’t DISLIKE the man. You liked him probably a little too much if you were being completely honest about it. You liked that he was broad and strong and that he was the kind of guy you’d pick up on one of those nights out in a dive bar with your girlfriends. But you liked more than that, too. You liked the fact that he stopped at a pharmacy on the way back from a run once and grabbed a handful of bottles of children’s Tylenol. You’d frowned as he stashed them in his pack.

“Neighbor’s daughter keeps gettin’ ear infections,” he said. “Poor thing sounds miserable.”

He never mentioned it again.

Joel brought two beers back to the table and put one in front of you before taking his seat again, looking out at the handful of people dancing to the music from the jukebox.

“So Joel,” you said, twisting the glass in your fingers. “If you had to pick one thing - not a person because we all have a person - that you miss most about before, what would you pick?”

“Hm,” he frowned, taking a drink. “Never thought about it.”

“Well I’m asking you to think about it,” you smiled a little as you took a sip of beer. “That’s kind of the point.”

One corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at that and he shook his head a bit.

“Probably goin’ to listen to music or playin’ music,” he said eventually. “Somethin’ about live music… anyway. Probably miss that most. Or maybe museums.”

“Museums.” You raised your eyebrows.

He nodded.

“Went to a lot of museums,” he said.

He got a bit of a wistful look in his eye for a moment before he took another drink.

“Didn’t strike me as the type,” you said.

He shrugged.

“How about you?” He asked.

“Restaurants,” you said immediately. “Hands down. I’d gained like 10 pounds on a trip not long before the outbreak so for the two weeks before I was dieting like crazy and I’ve never regretted a damn thing more. I was eating the most bland, boring shit like a dumbass. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give now for a New York slice. Or a bagel. Fuck, I think I’d rather have one more true NYC bagel than ever have great sex again.”

“Sounds like you’ve just never had great sex,” Joel smirked a bit.

“No,” you shook your head. “You’ve just never had a great bagel.”

The two of you ended up having a few more drinks together and you actually heard Joel laugh - not something you knew he was actually capable of even after a few years of knowing the guy.

“C’mon,” he said, downing the last of another beer. “Should get out of here before it’s curfew…”

“Joel Miller, consummate rule follower,” you teased but knocked back the rest of your drink as well, leaving the speakeasy together.

“Have a question for you,” he asked, his hands in his pockets.

“Ask away.”

“Where’d you learn to shoot the way you do?” He looked over at you. “You never seemed like the type. Still don’t, if I’m bein’ honest ‘bout it.”

“My dad started taking me hunting when I was a kid,” you smiled a little at the memory. “Always liked the challenge but what I really liked was that he liked doing it with me. Never could get his attention any other way, really. Don’t think he ever wanted a daughter but he got stuck with me. So he took me hunting and I loved it. And then he started teaching me more and more and eventually I was just a damn good shot.”

He nodded slowly.

“Well, I owe ‘im,” he said. “You being a fuckin’ deadeye saved my ass more than once.”

“You know you don’t have to wait until you’re drunk to talk to me,” you said, glancing over to him. “You can ask me shit like this when it comes to mind.”

“Not drunk,” he said.

“Sure you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, coming to the road where you usually went your separate ways to go to your respective apartments. But when you turned to say goodbye, he’d turned toward your apartment instead, already walking that way.

“OK so you’re really drunk,” you said, catching up with him quickly. “Your apartment is the other way, Joel.”

“Not drunk,” he said. “Just makin’ sure you get home OK. Not usually out this late. Not with me, anyway.”

You looked at him, incredulous, but didn’t argue. You walked in silence for a few minutes and you felt his eyes on you periodically and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Is everything OK?” You asked eventually. “Didn’t… I dunno, get bit in the QZ somehow, right?”

“I’m fine,” he frowned. “Why?”

“Because you’re being weirdly talkative and walking me home,” you said. “And you keep looking at me. And I’d like to make sure you’re not about to drop dead or turn or something.”

“I’m fine,” he shrugged.

“OK…”

“It’s just…” he paused. “You’re… pretty.”

You snorted.

“You’re drunk.”

“I ain’t drunk,” he said.

“And I ain’t been pretty since 2003,” you shook your head and smiled a bit. “That ship sailed with the Lancome counter at the mall and access to regular blowouts.”

“Well that’s a load of shit,” he said. “You’re pretty. You just are, don’t need fuckin’ makeup or that other shit to see that.”

You stopped walking and stared at him for a moment. He stopped walking, standing under a street light, and turned to look at you.

“What.”

“I swear to God, Joel, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were hitting on me.”

He shrugged.

“Maybe I am.”

You scoffed.

“I’m being serious!” You said. “Don’t make fun of me…”

“I’m bein’ serious, too,” he said. “Not makin’ fun.”

You stepped closer to him, so your bodies were aligned and almost touching, your arms crossed over yourself.

“What were you planning to do about it?” You asked.

He took your chin gently in one of his large hands and tilted your head back before kissing you. HIs lips were plush, unexpectedly soft in contrast to the pleasant scratch of his mustache on your skin. He kissed you until you were breathless, your hands flexing into fists as you tried to work some of the growing tension from your limbs. He pulled back a little, his nose brushing your own.

“Somethin’ like that,” he said quietly. “More, if you’ll let me.”

You we ripping his clothes off before the door to your apartment had fully closed, his shirt winding up somewhere on the floor of your living room alongside your bra.

When you were both naked, you pushed him down on your bed, your pussy already dripping and aching for him. You moved to straddle him and he brought a hand down over your sensitive mound, dipping his fingers into your slit and gathering your wetness before sliding up to tease your clit.

“Goddamn you’re wet,” he groaned. “You walk around like this all the fuckin’ time, just ready for it?”

“No,” you panted. “Took you practically sticking your tongue down my throat outside…”

“Oh is that all,” he worked your clit harder, making you moan.

“Maybe you’re pretty, too, Miller,” you closed your eyes, trying to focus, your body already starting to tighten, your sex all but begging to have something to grip and throb around as aching heat started to swirl through you.

“Know that’s bullshit,” he leaned forward and nipped your throat before kissing and sucking his way to your collarbone, taking his hand away from your slit and rubbing your arousal over his thick, hard length. You tilted your hips forward, brushing his weeping tip with your soaked seam. “Fucking hell Baby…”

“Need you,” you dug your nails into his back and he moaned at it. “Need to feel…”

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding onto the base of his cock and lining it up with your grasping, longing core. His head barely dipped into you, the burning stretch doing nothing to sate your desperate wanting. “Need inside you, need you to fuckin’ take it…”

You thrust down on him, taking him into you in one firm, quick motion. It made you gasp, his size almost overwhelming. You whimpered as your body adjusted, your pussy feeling more stretched than it ever had before.

“Jesus Christ,” his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breaths coming in keening, desperate pants. “Holy fucking God you’re tight, fuck…”

You started to ride him then, beginning slow but hard, lifting your hips up before slamming yourself back down on him, your channel gripping him tight every time he was thrust up into you.

His hands went to your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of you, clinging to you as you worked his cock.

“Take it like this?” You panted in his ear before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

“Fuck, just like that,” his hands were more desperate on you now, like he was going to lose control. “Want you to make yourself cum on my fuckin’ cock, want to feel you cum all over my fuckin’ cock…”

Your pussy tightened further around him and you pressed your chest tightly against against him, riding him hard and fast now, your clit pressing against the softness of his stomach with every firm thrust.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasped as you came, taking him all the way inside yourself and holding him there as you pulsed around him.

It was like he’d been waiting for you to cum, waiting for you to be so lost in your own orgasm that you couldn’t do anything to stop him from taking what he wanted.

His arms went around you and he picked you up for a moment before pressing you down into your bed, his cock buried in you to the root. He started fucking into you while your pussy still throbbed around him. Your hands flew to your bed, fingers tangling in the sheets as he spread your legs wide and looked down to where you were joined.

“Fuck, look at you takin’ me so goddamn well,” he groaned, increasing his pace. Your pussy started to contract around him again, your clit both begging for attention but so oversensitive that you were worried him toying with it would make you cry. “Tight fuckin’ pussy so goddamn good…”

He pressed a thumb into your clit and it was like a shockwave rolled through you, something almost like another orgasm coursing through you. But it offered no relief, just driving yourself to get tighter around Joel, your body trying to bring him deeper, hold onto him for longer.

“Not gonna last long with pussy this goddamn good,” he said, leaning over you and kissing and biting down your jaw to your throat. You rocked your hips up against him in desperate, stuttering thrusts. “Where do you want me, Baby?”

“On my clit,” you moaned. “Fuck, please…”

“Jesus,” he groaned, fucking into you harder, his cock forcing you to stretch over him to just shy of the point of pain with every motion. Your body was so taut again you were worried you were going to snap with it, with the aching drive of pleasure and want taking over you. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

He thrust in you twice more before pulling out of you and jerking himself just once over your dripping slit. He pressed his swollen cock head to your clit and gasped as he came, spilling himself over you, the warm pulsing of his spend triggering your orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you cum,” he panted, watching as the last of his cum dripped onto your throbbing clit. He ran his thumb up from your hole through your slit to your overwrought clit, rubbing his cum into you as he circled your clit, making you shudder and gasp as your orgasm eased.

He took one last, long look at your naked body before collapsing beside you, still panting for breath.

“So,” he said after a minute. “Still think you’d rather have a bagel?”

You laughed once.

“Bagels can go to hell,” you said. “As long as you promise to do that to me again.”

“Any time you want, Pretty Girl,” he said. “Any time you want.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #oneshot #follower celebration

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dontmindme2600 · 2 years ago

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Things that have happened to me in fallout 3 so far: (I’m going in completely blind, like I genuinely don’t know shit about this game AT ALL)

-Drank one bottle of vodka because I was injured and panicked because it gave me a pop up saying I was now literally addicted to it, didn’t matter because I died soon after anyways

-Spent like 20 minutes on the screen where you hack into the overseer’s computer because it was complicated as hell, then found out with google that the password was literally just in a locker to the right

-Got stuck (like literally unable to move) in a pit near vault 101 because I was in between a car and a wall. I had to reload my save, I screamed out “BETHESSSDAAAA” dramatically

-Went near a large ant expecting to just walk past it and it fucking breathed fire all over me, also made me scream

-Walked over a frag mine, was very happy I didn’t die, immediately walked over another one in the next room and died

-Got a new gun and was so excited to use it on a super mutant but instead I instantly died because in my own excitement I forgot that I didn’t even have the right ammo for it, all that happened was a sad clicking noise

-Got very excited to see what I now know are raiders because holy shit actual other human beings, ran up to them and got shot and died

-Almost put literally every important item I had in some random mailbox I’d never be able to find again because for a second I misunderstood how they worked

-Got completely lost for like an hour trying to find Megaton, accidentally started a bunch of random side quests in other towns that I ultimately was too weak/under leveled to complete, then when I finally just quick traveled back to vault 101 to start over and walked for a little bit, I realized that I missed the literal huge sign labeled “Megaton” with an arrow pointing in the town’s direction. Twice. It’s like the first goddamn thing you see after walking in a straight line

Side note but I’ve noticed everything I consume adds to like the amount of radiation I have, I don’t know what happens when you have too much radiation but something tells me I’m gonna find out at some point

#the struggles of being a living ‘afab people are bad at video games’ stereotype #will update this probably #also I don’t think it was noteworthy enough but #a raider started following me and was like a foot away from me but I kind of just walked until she got bored I guess and went off #also all the other shit with the frag mines mailboxes and super mutants #was when I went on a little side quest trying to find megaton and ended up in literal hell because I was underlevled #fallout 3 #fallout #gaming #fo3 with stupid

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gennianydots · 2 months ago

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Me, a bisexual, watches The Mummy (1999) for the first time

Errant thoughts/me texting my friends about it:

Warning! Spoilers (duh) for the whole movie under cut

Woahhhh helloooo pharoahs mistress

Annnnnnd hello terrible cgi

Oh this burying imotep alive shit is definitely not going to bite us all in the ass again later

Guys i think i figured it out

Imotep is the mummy

We can all go home now

Alright we just met Brendan Fraser who got promoted because the guy with face tattoos chickened out

Run you 90s heartthrob pretending to be in the 1920s, run!

"Lets not kill the main character, just for the lols" - some guy who isnt the main character

Clumsy fmc is clumsy

Meshiver great word lol

An unwarranted kiss!

And now she is going to break him out of jail/save him from death lol

This is very goofy but Brendan Fraser looking exactly like george king of the jungle with his hair all disheveled back there made me giggle and brought back some of my childhood

Oooooo fmc prettyyyyy

Well these other idiots who are gambling on the boat and also looking for hamanaptra are gonna die

Probably from imotep eating their faces

Very suddenly the whole boat is on fire lol

Oooooo the bisexual is bisexualing

I mean me

I’m bisexualing

Evy is real pretty

A smoky eye? In this economy?

We got the camels. The quest is questing

Face tattoo guy! We missed you. (Not really)

Ok we have entered the spooky Egyptian burial site or whatever

This fucking stand off with the american team with the guns up and down is peak comedy

Guy who goes off on his own to find treasure destined to die a horrible death

"Dont put me down for mummification " lolol

Quality writing here

We're camping after finding imoteps carcophagus. And Tattoo guy is back! With his whole crew!

Comic relief brother is being funny

🧐Tattoo guy comes to kill them and then....just doesnt kill them????

He issues a stern warning instead like Brendan and Evy (idk her real name) will obey?

"What is a place like me doing in a girl like this " lololol top quality writing

Clumsy evy is clumsy and adorable when drunk

Evy: “I’ve never seen a mummy look like this hes still.. hes still...”

The boys: “Juicy.”

Haha! 🤣

YES YES AMERICANS AVOIDING ALL SIGNS THAT TERRIBLE DOOM IS UPON THEM IF THEY OPEN SOMETHING

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUMB AMERICANS

The fucking foreshadowing is killing me

Its so heavy handed

Guy who wears glasses has thelma moment

"MY GLASSES!" I’m COMPLETELY BLIND NOW!"

The mummy has awoken

And completely enamoured with evy

The mummy thinks evy is his beloved but then. Brendan STORMS IN and the mummy screams at him and he screams back and fires his gun lololol the mummy fucking ragdollssssss lololol

Oooo the cgi is so bad

And we got caught by.... YOU GUESSED IT FOLKS TATTOO GUY AGAIN

BENI GETTING USED BY THE MUMMY BECAUSE THATS ALL THIS CHARACTER WAS WRITTEN AS

the mummy hand popping out of the sand "LIKE DAISIES!"

Ahhhh! Tattoo guy has a backstory!

OF COURSE (evy is) gonna be a sacrifice

“Well well well. Let me guess...spring cleaning?” GOD BRENDANS QUIPS ARE SO BAD

BREAKING NEWS MUMMY IS TERRIFIED OF CATS 🐱

also ew mummy kissed evy

Nice job in the boils and sores, make-up team

I was right about the mummy stealing the dumb Americans faces 😈

Evy is taken by the mummy

Idk the mummy is kind hunky, it might not be so bad to live with him forever

“Hey winston!! Pedal faster!”

The QUIPPPPSSS

AND winstons dead

Thank you british government for getting us to the climax of the movie

Oooo the mummy has awoken stone ppl

And brendan found the treasure

Hahah i hate it when characters chuck the gun at the bad guys when the ammos out your last ditch effort fails every. time.

Also this like the 8th handgun we have chucked at an enemy- where are we getting all these handguns???

BRENDAN JUST LIT A DYNAMITE USING TATTOO GUYS BEARD WTFFF

And weasel character is a weasel womp womp

Brendan casually killing the cgi mummy priests and then the quip "mummies 🙄" is just so....something

Anddddd (the mummy) is dead!

What a dramatic death lol

And beni dies

👋🏼BYE TATTOO GUY!

SUNSET KISSES 😘 😍

And fin. Welllllp I’m super gay. Bye!

#the mummy #1999 the mummy #brendan fraser #bisexual #what a great fucking use of my time #i am so pleased i watched that #god yes I am still a bisexual #but it didnt awaken things in me like it did for others who saw it in when i came out #still very fun and goofy #mmc and fmc are pretty #i had a good time #i hope you did too #thanks for reading all the way to the end

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natalieironside · 2 years ago

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what advice/tips do you have for someone getting into the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. games? they’re on sale rn and I’ve been very interested in them

=D Oh, gladly.

First, you'll want to save early and save often. In addition to being pretty hard, these games are very broken and you'll get game-breaking bugs from walking into areas in the wrong order. Become best friends with the quicksave button and remember to drop regular hard saves.

I recommend starting with Shadow of Chernobyl not just because it's the first one but also b/c it's the most basic and lacks a lot of the quality of life and game economy features from the other games, which can be p. frustrating when you've gotten used to Uncle Yar repairing all your shit for you.

In Shadow of Chernobyl, save all the 9x39 ammo you can find (and remember to betray Skull to Freedom) until you're allowed inside the Duty command headquarters. Go around to the right away from Voronen's bunker and talk to the Duty trader, and he'll give you the quest to assassinate Twig at the Freedom base. You can kill Twig without getting in trouble with exploding barrels if you're patient, but also he stands close enough to the exit that sometimes killing him doesn't count as murder so you can try dropping a save and just shooting him. The trader will reward you with a 9x39 sniper rifle, which is my favorite gun in the game and makes everything much less scary. They'll also spawn in stashes sometimes, I think with one guaranteed one in the train tunnel north of the Freedom base.

Speaking of stashes, try to clear them out as ASAP as possible once they show up on your map or they'll overwrite each other and you'll miss stuff. Early game stashes can be kinda worthless but they'll become a good source of artifacts, guns, and armor, including . . . ah, but I've said too much.

These games are decently challenging on easy mode and the higher difficulty levels can get downright brutal, so save often and be ready to die a lot. Also, they are very scary! There are ghoulies and ghosties and anomalies and diabolical beafts and it's all so deliciously spooky and atmospheric. You will magdump into random shadows while making undignified noises in real life. You will start checking for bloodsuckers under the bed. It's awesome.

Clear Sky is my favorite of the original 3, though they're all very good. I've been living under a rock for about a year now so I don't know anything about STALKER 2 yet.

#stalker

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nerdieforpedro · 9 months ago

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Scarlet Stains and their Echoes

Part of “Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff” Collection

Joel Miller and Celeste (plus size OFC)

This fic and my blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2k

Warnings: PTSD, mention of death, mention of murder, fire use (a type of weapon), very heavy on the angst, one character has a mental breakdown, very bad jokes

Summary: The memories of how she came to Jackson haunt Celeste. Joel takes her out of the rain and enters her home.

Notes: Not sure why I’m writing so much angst as of late. I came home earlier this week and wrote this. 👀 I really meant for this to be fluff and for a challenge I was working on. My bad. 🫣 Celeste’s memories are in italics and her speech is in pink.

There's a little fluff at the end. 🥹

Main Masterlist/ Joel Miller Masterlist/ Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff Collection

“I don’t see why I would listen to you, that last call was bad, and you know it.”

“It was good. You’re the dumbass who went too far out and drew two here. We killed them but now there’s less ammo and we need to figure out how to get rid of the bodies. All for some…never mind.”

“Say it. I know you want to.”

“You doomed us for tail you bastard. If any of the people with us turn-“

“She part of the group now and will pull her weight. We’ll be fine. You’re paranoid as always.”

“I’ve lived this long by being so. You may want to start.”

Exposed feet make their way slowly along the dirt street if that’s what one would call it. “Shaa…Shaa…lala….shaa…” Rocking side to side, the ground sloshes underneath her feet. She stumbles stepping into a deep puddle but laughs as she sees it. Sees all of them.

“I know deep down you’re happy aren’t you? You get to be fucking right again. You always have to be right dammit…”

“This is the worst thing to be right about. There’s nothing to do but try and get out.”

“We traveled with them. Hunted and ate with them, we can’t just-“

“Put up or shut up. This is your mess we have to try and clean up. Supposing all of us aren’t all infected and just slow to turn. You were man enough to chase that ass, you better buck up find that same backbone when you told me I was paranoid.”

“We’re shit out of luck aren’t we?”

“There’s no motor or paddles on this boat and there’s a gaping hole in it. We’ll figure it out or die. Our only options Ron.”

The street is oddly lit from the moonlight peeking in small breaks of the clouds. Despite the flashes of brightness, the sky is still pouring down. Crying with her as she walks, hands waving in circles, holding a small fuchsia primrose. The memories are usually pushed away, in a place that isn’t touched within her. Any skirmishes occurring on patrol with clickers, raiders or smugglers weren’t enough to have those dangerous ruminations return.

The one raider she’d shot because he’d had a gun trained on Joel’s back – he looked like Ron.

All day, since looting their supplies and reporting back, she been able to distract herself from the nagging thought. It ate at her, inch by inch until after getting ready for bed, it struck. Thankfully she lives in a small house alone, so no one heard the wailing that slowed to sobs. Getting up and pacing, nor finally opening that bottle of whiskey Tommy gave her and drinking half of it made her numb. It needed to be gone, the pain, the evocation of these associations.

“You’ve got to use them.”

“I’m going to blow the place to hell if I do that! You idiot!”

“Celeste, I was bit. It’s only a matter of time. I’m sorry I was a horny asshole. Everyone is-“

“There might be some people left, we can save them and get out of here!”

“Put up or shut up Lace. This can’t spread out of here…”

“You’re leaving me with the shit job again Ron, damn.”

“Kinda my thing? My bad.”

“Well, fine. I think I remember how to do it.”

“It’s lighting and tossing some bottles. They’re Molotov cocktails. Turns out fire’s cleansing too.”

“Cleansing and destructive. I’ve got it Ronald.”

“I know you do Celeste.”

Can they be erased? Washed away by the rain? It’s supposed to be cleansing and healing, right? Like that night, it was pouring outside when she sabotaged the building. Raindrops stained her face as she left with the supplies she’d gathered, making her way to Jackson – their group’s goal.

The only one who did. It rained the first night Celeste had arrived at Jackson too. It had long washed away the blood but never the smell. Charred clothes and skin.

“Damn cocktails and a leaky boat.”

Joel didn’t sleep unless exhausted. Elle was over a friend’s house from the makeshift school they had here in Jackson. At least there were some kids her age. Hopefully she minded her language while over there. He sits at his downstairs window, no lights, just nursing the one drink that he told himself he could have tonight. It had been one to his credit. He was hoping the steady heavy rain would have lulled him to sleep, but he’d already been upstairs awake in bed for a few hours. The ceiling would need some reinforcing by his estimate after looking at the thing so long.

Miller thought his drink was too strong, maybe he can’t handle his liquor anymore. His patrol partner was in the street, barefoot with that same flower he’d given her when she found out he had allergies in a damn apocalypse. She is wearing gray shorts and a t-shirt, nothing crazy for sleepwear. It doesn’t suit being out in a downpour at three in the morning. She appears to be talking to someone, but he doesn’t see anyone outside.

“Can’t be any good.” Leaving his drink, slips on his boots and makes his way outside after grabbing a blanket and an umbrella he was able to find on one scouting outing. Calling her name does nothing and even shaking her shoulder didn’t have any effect. Joel doesn’t like it, but he pulls her by the arm back to her home, he’s never been to it but knows what it looks like. Easy to find because the door is open. He closed it when they both were in and left her at the foyer to check the house. No one had come in thankfully, not that he expected anyone to, but it pays to be safe.

“Celeste, Celeste!” He holds her shoulders and continues to call her name. She is shaking but he’s not sure if it’s from being wet, cold or in whatever trance she was in. Joel knows that he is way out of his depth, but he doesn’t think leaving her alone is a good idea. She might end up outside again or do something else, he shudders at the thought.

Joel takes a step back from Celeste. This isn’t the woman he knows, not from patrol. He’d just recently started talking to her, mostly about the weather of what’s going on in Jackson, but it was something instead of their nearly silent patrols save for different commands given when avoiding danger or neutralizing threats. He appreciates that often she didn’t talk unless it was needed. Even her shock at his horrible puns he’d borrowed from Elle had grown on him. Who was this woman in front of him? So haunted with empty eyes filled with sorrow. The flower he’d given her had lost most of its petals and leaves.

“I broke it. I’m sorry. It was important. It meant something. All of it slips through my fingers.” Joel’s never heard her sound so vulnerable. She drops the flower and finally her eyes look like they have some focus. “Joel? What are you doing in my house? I was trying to…to…I’m soaked.” Her head turns toward the window where droplets cascade against the house’s frame and windows. “Did I go outside? Is that why you’re here?” Nodding, Joel lets her work out the rest and scans her living room for a blanket. There’s a small knitted one so he picks that one up off the couch as she follows him over and sits down. Draping it over her shoulders, it dips along her back and covers the tops of her thighs. “Thank you, Joel.”

“I’m your partner. I’ve got you. Just maybe don’t be out in the rain anymore. Ain’t good for ya.” Joel states, making her chuckle. Even now, he could make her laugh. The glimmers of days past are still lingering near the surface. He plops down next to her, his left knee touching her right one.

“I’m not talking about it. I am going to go change and then we’re splitting the last half of my bottle before you go home. As thanks and in case anyone else saw me, I can tell them I was drunk, and I’ll have the hangover to prove it.” It’s Joel’s turn to laugh now. He understands the drive to burn, bide and bury the nagging demons that tear at your soul. Through meeting Elle and finding his brother again, it dawned on Joel to try and drown those dark impulses with better experiences.

They’ll never go away, never fully be gone.

“Ya took me away from the one glass I was gonna have so I’m owed.” He crossed his arms with a grin as Celeste went upstairs to take off her wet clothes. She put on her black pain of shorts and sleep t-shirt. She’d have to wash the other one later. Returning with the bottle after washing up, she brought her glass down and got a one for Joel. She returned to her seat next to him, but placed a towel down so her other sleep clothes wouldn’t get wet. “Fill ‘er up.” Miller clapped his hand around his glass as she poured his first and then hers. Once full, they clinked glasses and sipped in silence, he was worried that she might float far away again.

“It wasn’t from the drink. I think. Many other things. I’m not going to again, calm yourself Miller.” Joel sucked his teeth as he took another swallow of whiskey. It’s not that he didn’t believe her, he just knew would promise himself that he wouldn’t be so violent except when required. There’s always a small part of him that points in that direction, he avoids it, but all it takes is one time to fall back into old patterns. Today had been different, after defending themselves against the raiders, she’d been solemn, never happened with any other raiders or smugglers he’d taken down with her.

“Know one of them today? I take it they were important.”

“Didn’t know any of them. He just looked like an old friend. I thought I’d put it behind me Joel.”

“Celeste, none of this is behind any of us. It’s just kinda there and we act like it’s not. Just to function. Tonight was a bad night. We’re all entitled to them. Any adult who’s made it this far ain’t clean at all. We’re all just stained, nothing’s getting washed out. Not even with that stuff that guy used to yell on the TV about late at night.” Both partners laugh to relieve the tension in the air.

“I was with you until you mentioned the Oxy-Clean man Joel. You remember that, but nothing about the Spice Girls, BackStreet Boys, Boys II Men or N’Sync?”

“Not any of the songs you hum when you fill the canteens. Not a one” With his glass tipped all the way up, he finishes it and stands, not moving for a minute to keep his balance. Tommy had given her a strong whiskey.

“Here drinking my liquor and lying to me in my own house. Damn shame.” Putting her hands on her hips and standing next to Joel, she started toward the door, and he followed her this time. “Thanks again Joel. Dry off after you get in.”

With an affirmative grunt and the opening of Celeste’s door, Joel stood in the frame, he raised a hand, but chose to place it on the side of the frame before grasping her shoulder. “Take care Celeste.” Instead of returning the gesture, she placed her hand on top of his.

“Of course. Don’t get sick on my account.” They parted and Joel began a slow jog down the street to his house.

A deeper accord had been reached in their partnership.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller angst #Joel miller comfort

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jade-kyo · 5 months ago

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RvB 20th rewatch: s13

And here we are… at the end… I delayed watching this like a whole day I swear I am going to die

The Tartarus crew with Felix is just a speed run of what he did to the fans

“Hey that’s intolerant” // “you’re intolerant!”

Rip Stassney 😔

13 really knocks it out of the park right from the beginning on every angle- comedy, drama, animation… they held nothing back

I want it noted that I think Tucker dancing and Sarge being his backup vocals is a VERY important animated goof. I love them.

God I love Carolina and Church

GRAY!!!!!!!

“It’s Christmas come early, unless you’re looking at it from the pirates point of view, in which case it’s the opposite” // “Hanukkah?”

God I love when Church gets to be dorky

Man they gave us og blue team silliness they fucking knew what they were doing

“Yeah that’s tough I’m crying on the inside” quoted line

Have we considered Grayboose-

WHEN THE VOICE OF ALIEN JESUS TALKS DOWN TO YOU YOU DO NOT RESPOND WITH WHATS UP

“Don’t psychoanalyze me” heavily quoted line

GOOD DAD TUCKER

Church not responding to Epsilon was always an interesting touch to me

CAROLINA AND CHURCH MY BELOVED

Sometimes I remember how Church is a copy/memory of a copy of Carolinas father and then I see how he sometimes gets all protective over her and I lose my fucking mind

CAROLINA HAS REDISCOVERED HER INNER SILLY MY GIRL I LOVE HER IM SO PROUD OF HER KAVSKAJALHDKAJSKH

You know Counselor I’d also kill the Director if it meant not having brain worms for a 21 year old web series that ruined my life

THE POWER OF LETTING YOUR VILLAINS BE A LITTLE SILLY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT PAST TENSE BULLSHIT

Correct Caboose IS a true warrior

SANTA

Game Grumps cameo

JINKIES ITS SHARKFACE

You know the bad thing about the whole Doc thing is that the first time I watched this I legitimately did forget about him being gone 😭

BUT THE WAY I CHEERED WHEN OMALLEY CAME BACK I WAS SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM

Wash was so real for his taunting Locus

THE CALL BACKS THIS SEASON ARE SO GOOD

Tucker really pushed to his wits end

“Gotta go faster” Carolina is sonic the hedgehog

AKAHSKAIHAKSHAKSHKS EPSILON FAILING AJHSKKANSKJDKDJSKWNK

Petty little sister time: my brothers fr missing out on the beauty of this season it’s so fucking good and I get to enjoy it alllllll to myself in this family :3

Speaking of petty sisters: Love Church just being like how do I not get killed by my sis when she wakes up

Take yourself… fuck yourself… with yourself

Carolina and Church have a moment and I need a lobotomy

“I can’t lose another family” somebody sedate me

“Complete and total faith in one another” SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

Doyle you will always be famous to me

Rip sharkface

God… Doyle’s sacrifice, Epsilon and Carolina, the music…. Fucking… G O D the power…

And then KIMBAL SPEECH GOD

Also I cackle every time the army’s start firing their guns cause like WE JUST ESTABLISHED THEYRE LOW ON WEAPONRY AND AMMO AKSHKHSKDJJS

AND THEY LET CABOOSE DRIVE THE TANK!!!!

Counselor was so real for wanting to just nope out of there

“The moment Donald Doyle blew half your troops to hell” frothing at the mouth THAT LINE DELIVERY

Just kill me

It’s been a hot second since I’ve gotten to say this but Sarge being the one to understand that Wash is being genuine when he says he believes in them? SARGE HAS THE BEST CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN THE SERIES!!!!!!!

I love how Felix is fully animated while the reds and blues are mostly machinama in the final fight

OH PLEASE IM THE ORIGINAL BAD BOY

“What is wrong with you people” they are a bunch of deranged little weirdo assholes and I love them dearly 😊

RIP FELIX YOU LITTLE RAT BASTARD

Insane that they had a great set up for future stories with Locus and then proceeded to do nothing with it

KAI!!!!!!! AND JUNIOR!!!!!!!!!

Ever think about how they won… like they did it… they defeated the bad guys and sent the message… the only reason things end the way they did is because Hargrove couldn’t lay down and accept defeat… they fucking won and it still wasn’t enough to save them…

they truly were doomed by the narrative

SHEILA!!!!!

He’s so… BALD

GOD CHURCH SEEING TEXS HELMET

“Not this time buddy” kindly requesting to be taken out back and shot

What the fuck do I even say? They made the perfect ending. They pulled out all the stops, the callbacks, the character development, trocadero went harder than they ever had before, they wrapped up all the remaining loose ends of project freelancer… it was thematic and beautiful, it fit the themes of the show, it was tragic, it ended the only way RvB can… with Church dying for good. There’s no version of this story where he lives…. Where they’re not doomed

And thus concludes my 20th rewatch of RvB 1-13… truly the show ever. of all time. It manages to be just as powerful now, 8 years and 20 rewatches later, as it was the very first time I watched it as a little 15 year old girl who decided to watch that silly halo show my brothers were always quoting because I was bored one day.

Anyway sure glad that’s where the show ended and it definitely didn’t get dragged on for way too long with mediocre seasons and an unsatisfactory ending or anything like that… wouldn’t that be crazy

#jadey speaks #rvb #red vs blue

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chaos-vulpix · 2 years ago

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Incorrect Legacyverse Quotes 2

PART 1 (New Year, New Incorrect Quotations)

Kai: Nothing in life is free Jay: Love is free! Cole: Adventure is free Zane: Knowledge is free Nya: Everything is free if you take it without paying

Lloyd: Where are you going? Harumi: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Jesse: Wanna play 20 questions? Cole: Sure! Jesse: You first Cole: What's your favourite colour? Jesse: Triangle. My turn: do you like boys?

Kai: I think Nya is mad at you Jay: What makes you say that? Kai: Because she's cleaning up the mess you made and asked me to deliver this to you hands him a note Jay, reading the note: "Dear Jay, I hope this note finds you before I do :)"

Jamie: I want to stop them, but I’m too good to kill anyone Olivia: I’m not. Give me the gun

sharpens knife Harumi: We have ways of making people talk cuts a piece of cake Cole: ...can I have some? Antonia: Cake is for talkers

Nya, reading a fan’s question: How would you describe Kai's mind? Zane: Like an internet browser Kai: What? Cole: 17 tabs are open, 4 of them are frozen Jay: And he has no idea where the music is coming from. Kai: ...

Cole: Did Jesse just tell me he loves me for the first time? Miranda: Yeah Cole: And did I do finger guns back? Miranda: Yeah, you did

Puffer: Fresh lemonade, freshly squeezed~ Bridget: Puffer Puffer: Pour it in a cup~ Bridget: Puffer, stop Puffer: Can't get enough~ Olivia: When you work with a team, you have to speak to them in a polite & professional manner Puffer: Oo- Olivia: Shut the fuck up

Ray: My lower back is killing me~ Maya: And I~ Ray: I must confess, I've lost the kids~ Maya: Lost the ki- You lost the kids!?!?

Zane: What do you think you're going to bring to your team? Olivia: Impending doom. A feeling of impending doom Jamie: We've already got that feeling, so just top it off a bit Harumi: I've got faith in you, I think you're going to turn this around for us Jamie: I don't. I picked her because I love the bare bones of the woman. I absolutely adore you, but we're gonna fuckin' die Olivia: Yeah

Jamie: Are they really gonna beat up Chad? Olivia, recording it on their phone: Yes Jamie: ...Sunni, pass the popcorn

Lloyd: Nothing makes a gamer more nervous than when the game autosaves in a seemingly harmless location Jamie: This is an awfully convenient collection of healing items... Kai: Why is all of this ammo here? Jay: Where did all the enemies go? Cole: This room has a lot of wide, open space in it... Jesse: The music stopped suddenly! Harumi: No, there it is... Olivia: ...That's an awful lot of bass

Lloyd: What happens to all your teen angst when you turn 20? Like, where does it go? Bridget: They diagnose it as anxiety

Jesse: L is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see. V is very, very, extraordinary- Miranda: EGG

#ninjago #the ninja legacy whip #legacyverse #incorrect quotes #surprise appearance by the smith parents #maya has the braincell

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happy-place-for-sad-people · 7 months ago

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I recently got banned from a space for talking about what I was experiencing… I spoilered and CWed it and I was desperate but none of this makes it okay… the mods setting boundaries was a fine thing to do on their end but for anyone else I’d think PERMANENTLY banning someone for venting is harsh especially considering I’ve seen people on that server actively and maliciously pinging people with things they know will trigger them and get off scot-free… my brain is taking them banning me as a sign I’m a lost cause and people are better off without me and trying to apply that to the whole world instead of just a discord server… I was already having suicidal thoughts which was a primary reason that I was venting in the first place… I knew the server had a “no venting” policy I just didn’t realize what I was doing counted at first and assumed it was on the same level as the “warn people when posting upsetting content” and I saw people do that all the time and whether they understandably just forgot or were a repeat offender the mods just told them to fix it or occasionally gave a warning… so my brain is trying to convince me I’m just uniquely horrible which isn’t productive but it feels like the message they’re actually trying to give me is to not say anything and I’ve already tried that and am doing that irl and it’s made it worse… they’re allowed to have boundaries and I don’t want to force anyone but it seems messed up to me that they punish people who are struggling SO much more harshly for sharing their experiences than they punish literally anything else even people who are clearly actively malicious… and yet my brain still uses this as more ammo to tell me that I should just die because I don’t deserve to be here and I hurt people

thank you for your trust and coming to me with your thoughts and feelings, it means the world. unfortunately, the world seems to judge those who struggle harshly, especially those struggling with mental healths and issues you can't see a physical reflection of. i'm sorry you were made believe you didn't deserve to vent or share your experiences with others, not even being able to use what you considered to be a safe space for you to do so. as hard as it is and can get, i will always encourage you to be your most vulnerable self. express your emotions. share your experiences. be whoever you feel you are, and be so proudly. i'm proud of you and i embrace your vulnerability. just know this is a safe space for you to vent and talk about whatever you need. the world won't always treat you fairly and lovingly, but i can promise you some will love you. some will care. i'm on your side! sending you lots of love from here.

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stanfordsweater · 2 years ago

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Do you have any thoughts (or fic recs tbh) on non-hunter au wincest (either universes we’ve seen in show like the djinn dream or not). Like if/how it could work if it’s missing a lot of what would foster that good ol’ codependency

i do have some recs! i am a stick in the mud about the whole thing because i, much like you say, need sam and dean to be logically insane for each other-- part of why i like what they did with the djinn episode is that we see a sam and dean who are "normal brothers," and it's horrific ( ...at least to me!)

so, it’s an interesting thing to tackle in a normal au-- i’ve seen people go for john being cartoonishly abusive in order to push the boys together, or having mary still die and john go off the rails so sam and dean get raised in the system, or even just skip over any justification and have them be codependent because that’s what we like, here, and why should they have to make it make sense-- all of those options are fine and good and can be fun handled well! one thing i will say is that if written well, i am totally fine buying the codependency someone is selling to me. it’s my favourite food 🥺 but what i love more is the hows and the whys. it isn’t out of the realm of possibility for a normal sam and dean to end up similarly obsessed, even though in canon so much of their relationship comes from that isolation and fear growing up together, because people do develop intense, codependent relationships with family irl. in order to come close to the level in canon, though, there needs to be some catalyst. i’d be very, very interested in a fic where they grow up in a cult, because that’s one way they could grow so entwined without anything supernatural; john being a doomsday prepper would work too, and i have seen that done (none that stuck out to me enough to bookmark, though, let me know if you have any recs 👁️)

all that being said, here’s a few normal au recs i have for you!

two percent by sammyststanford: this is a soulmate au, which is a neat way to approach it. i loved how uncomfortable the boys are-- it does a great job demonstrating why our sam and dean are strange, being so in step with each other. these boys have had a mostly happy life, but they’re drawn together by a soulmate connection that stands in for the canon life-or-death string of fate between them. very interesting! something fun is the way that sam and dean almost feel like they’re dating in this one, like they’re two kids fooling around under the bleachers. it’s never a vibe i can see in canon-based fic, but it works for these two. (underage cw)

hold on to another plan by likewinning: i think i’ve recced this five or six times at this point, and i will CONTINUE TO DO SO because i love it. it’s my bible for normal aus: sam and dean feel real and whole but are clearly distinct from their canon selves, and you can see exactly how they’ve got to be where they are. another thing i love about it is the ways that this version of the boys fail to grasp what our sam and dean have, that us against the world mentality that allows their absurd closeness to blossom. this sam has access to college and parents who are proud of him for going, who have a college fund they didn’t spend on ammo; this dean has a relationship with mary, and access to belonging and a job he’s damn good at. reading it and observing where they differ from canon!boys is fascinating. (underage cw again, i need to find some with adult sam and dean 🤔)

#wincest wednesday #samdean reading club #fic rec #.ask #<3 sorry for taking a week to answer #xoxo

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stridingseer · 2 years ago

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I think the only reason that Krauser is That Character ingrained in my head is because he genuinely has the most fun boss fight and encounters that you get in game. Prior to his fight, you don’t really have a reason to even USE the knife unless it’s to break boxes and knife to end enemies. Not in Krauser’s fight where he straight up absorbs your ammo like nothing which is already vastly different from the other bosses you’ve fought so far with the knife being one thing that he’s weak to.

the original RE4′s story is so thin that you end up remembering the gameplay which is REALLY fucky when you bring in characters and you really only remember fights and those set pieces. You can remember Mike because he mows down enemies FOR you, helps you get through the last section of the island and so forth. You can remember cabin for Luis because cabin is a mess and can get ugly so quickly (he’s nice enough to hand you enough handgun ammo to keep going). The rest of the character building happens in cutscenes and outside of Salazar (of whom Leon has ridiculous exchanges with the most), you honestly don’t end up remembering much within these cutscenes. I know I sure don’t even though I’ve cleared this game THREE times in a row already. It’s all the gameplay.

Krauser’s fight just happens to be QTE hell but you WILL remember it because guess what? There’s the laser room right after and then you have his formal fight after U3 which happens in stages. Previously you were just gunning down enemies as usual with the regenerators being the exception. It’s genuinely so much fun that you want to have a save at Chapter 5-3 JUST to go through it again. Even if it’s to flex on your friends to show how cool this game is. The entire island is just a joy even IF it’s just to go through that QTE with Krauser and to visit those regenerators (derogatory).

Everything about the sections in this game are so out there that yeah, these moments where it’s not shooting enemies becomes highlights or it’s the painful sections that haunt you. Any section where you constantly die becomes a sour spot but they’re the parts you remember and any change in pace means something memorable.

The sheer video-gamey nature of this game means that you remember some things more than others especially when it comes to boss fights.

#eli rambles #jack krauser #I remember all of the most painful rooms in RE4 #but ask me about the majority of the characters aside from some ridiculous moments and I cannot tell you #y'know what I DO remember?#the beginning village #cabin #water hall section #that statue section and the elevator #then it's regenerators the wrecking ball and the truck #resident evil #I swear it's why I look forward to fighting the guy.#dude has the most fun boss fight and I'll do anything to experience it again

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judjira · 2 years ago

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revolution

AN: just cleaning out a few drabbles that i finished writing a while back but never got to posting! this one's short but sweet and is only dialogue, but i do like it a lot, so enjoy !

pairing: mimo

regency au

wc: 1128

“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

“Mina.”

“That’s Captain Mina to you, insurgent.”

“You loyalists and your titles. What good is your title doing you now?”

“Why you…?!”

“Try it. I know you’re out of ammo.”

“…”

“You lost your sword too. Still stuck in my best man’s chest.”

“What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hm?”

“Get it over with and kill me already.”

“…I’d rather not.”

“…what?”

“I said I’d rather not kill you.”

“…we’re enemies.”

“And we’re both wounded, with the building about to fall on us. We’re going to die eventually, maybe in minutes.”

“…”

“I’d rather not have the last thing I do in my life be killing another person.”

“…you didn’t seem to have a problem doing that when you rigged the building to blow.”

“The circumstances have changed.”

“And what are those new circumstances?”

“I found out you were inside.”

“…”

“…can I sit beside you?”

“…do what you want.”

“That looks bad.”

“Your best man thought it would be proper to leave me a parting gift.”

“I’m sorry.”

“…he was doing his job.”

“…”

“…and…and you? That…that’s a lot of blood.”

“What, this? Just a flesh wound.”

“Momo.”

“I caught a few bullets in the final barrage. Saved some good people while I was there. Worth it, I guess.”

“…”

“…I don’t think I’m getting out of here.”

“…me neither.”

“…”

“Funny how things turn out, huh? Who would have thought we’d end up like this?”

“…”

“From preschool classmates to sworn enemies.”

“…you betrayed the Crown, Momo. I think you knew exactly where this was going to go.”

“I did. I just didn’t think you’d be at the other end of my gun.”

“Really? You know my family is a direct relative to the throne. Did you really think that it wouldn’t come to this?”

“…no.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I thought you loved me.”

“…”

“And I thought you understood why I was…so angry. With the Crown, with the military, with your family.”

“…”

“You were there for it all, Mina. I thought you felt what I felt when they shamed my name. Shamed my family. Shamed my very existence.”

“…”

“I guess you’re right though. Should’ve known your family would always come before me.”

“That’s a singularly biased way of telling it, and you know that.”

“Is it wrong, though?”

“Momo, you know my family. What lengths they would go to, to protect the Crown. I had to follow them, otherwise—”

“Otherwise what, Mina? You get disowned? Your family loses their reputation? Your very name is stricken from you?”

“…”

“Because I’ve been there. I know what that’s like. How much it hurts.”

“…”

“And yet, none of it, none of it, was as painful as seeing you turn your back on me.”

“…”

“…what do you want me to say?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to say that I’m sorry? That I apologize for following them? That I ask for your forgiveness in doing what I thought was the right thing to do?”

“…”

“Because you’re going to be sorely disappointed. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it.”

“…”

“The Crown has its faults, I know. But you can’t deny that there are good people living, working, trying to make a difference, trying to be better so that the mistakes of the past, mistakes like your family, don’t happen again. And I am trying to be one of those people.”

“…”

“I would never apologize for doing what I did. For following my family, the military, the Crown.”

“…”

“Just like how I wouldn’t ask you to apologize for anything you did.”

“Mina…”

“You did what you thought was right. What you thought was the only sensible thing to do. And I know you, Momo, you wouldn’t have changed your mind even if I tried to tell you otherwise. Not that I tried.”

“…”

“I…I let you go because I know you were only following your heart. And…and I wished you the best, even if you never heard it from me, because I know that’s what you deserved.”

“…”

“If there’s one thing I do regret, it’s that fate pit us against each other.”

“…”

“Did you…did you think about me?”

“Every single day.”

“…good. I thought I was the only one going insane, being in love with a loyalist.”

“You mean…you still…?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“What good is that now, though? Here we are, about to die, all the flags and banners we fought for leaving us in the dirt, all for nothing. What difference does it make?”

“It makes all the difference.”

“…”

“I wish things were different.”

“Me too.”

“…”

“Your hand’s still as calloused as I remember.”

“And your hand’s still as soft.”

“…”

“Momo, I…”

“You don’t need to say it. I know.”

“…okay.”

“…”

“Do you hear that?”

“Yeah, those are…”

“Sirens. The Royal Army’s finally here.”

“A little too late, in my opinion. They’re never going to find us under all this rubble.”

“…”

“Momo? What are you—”

“Hey! Over here!”

“Momo, are you insane?!”

“Hey, you idiots!”

“Momo, shut up! What are you doing?!”

“I’m calling for rescue, duh.”

“Rescue?! Momo, if they find out that you’re still alive, they’re going to—”

“…”

“They’re going to kill you.”

“…yeah, I bet. They’re probably going to shoot me against the post.”

“So then why—”

“Do you really need to ask that question?”

“…Momo, don’t…let’s just…can we rest? Here?”

“I…”

“Momo, I don’t want to…I don’t…you…”

“…”

“If…if you…if you go and I’m still here, I don’t…I don’t know what I’d…what I’d do with myself.”

“…”

“Please, just…just sit down with me, okay?”

“…”

“For…for me?”

“…okay.”

“Thank you.”

“…still…General of the Insurgency and the General of the Royal Army. Dying in one place together. Kinda funny, isn’t it?”

“I bet the Insurgency and the Crown’s going to be in shambles after this debacle.”

“Yeah. The country’s gonna be a mess.”

“…”

“…Mina?”

“Yes?”

“I love you, okay?”

“I…”

“Just…say it back, please? O-or don’t, if you…”

“I do.”

“…”

“I love you too, Momo.”

“…okay.”

“Momo?”

“Then I hope you forgive me.”

“What? What’re you—”

THWACK!

“…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

“…urgh.”

“You’ll be fine without me, I know it. You’ve always been so strong. Stronger than me.”

“W-wait…M-Momo, d-don’t—!”

“I love you, Mina. God, I love you so much. I’d give it all up if I could have you.”

“Please, don’t…”

“Hey! Over here! Come get us!”

“D-don’t…d-don’t do it…”

“We’re over here!”

“Over here, survivors!”

“Yeah, that’s right! Come on, you stupid loyalists, rescue your General!”

“M-Momo—!”

"The General! She’s alive!”

“Took you long enou—”

“It’s the Insurgent! Fire at will!”

“Momo, no!”

BANG!

#drabble #twice fic #twice fanfic #mina x momo #mimo

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I still chuckle about one of my earliest missions as a greenbeard. My whole team was brand new, and though I had a few more missions under my belt by the time we got a full crew, it still wasn’t much. The key difference here was that I had read all the training manuals and watched a bunch of orientation videos before taking the job. No one else had.

It was our third mission as a full group, a mining mission in the fungus bogs. Worst, most confusing cave I’ve ever had the misfortune to end up in, and that’s with all my years of experience in the mines and promotions since then (though admittedly I’m not ancient yet, but certainly not a greenbeard anymore). The three of them left together while my back was turned mining nitra, and I was trying to use the terrain scanner to figure out where they’d gone when we got the heads up about a pack of Praetorians. And I was on my own. I resigned myself to going down.

It was about this time when I heard over the comms, ‘a bulk detonator? What’s that?’ and before I could so much as shout a warning, all three of them were down.

Now I’ve been on some missions that truly went sideways in my time, but as a greenbeard running from two oppressors and who knows how many praetorians, grappling away and trying to check the terrain scanner only to have to run before I could even start to orient myself, running out of ammo and calling down a supply drop I couldn’t stop long enough to resupply from and then couldn’t find again (I knew more than my teammates, but there are some things you can’t learn without being on the job. The laxer pointer automatically highlighting resupplies being one thing I didn’t learn until many missions later), it was terrifying. Our Driller was yelling at me to just dig to them like I wouldn’t be glyphid-chow before I’d dug anything big enough for a dwarf to fit in, much less a whole tunnel, and Engie and Gunner were yelling at him to stop being stupid because obviously that wouldn’t work. In between that, all three of them were yelling conflicting directions at me. The amount of times I heard “I know where you are!” almost immediately followed by “wait I have no idea.” I was quite convinced we were all going to die down there.

By some miracle, I found them, at the end of a tiny dead end tunnel clustered on top of each other at the bottom of a massive crater. They must have been standing directly next to that detonater, the morons. The whole pack was right on my tail, I only had time for one res and no room to run past the bugs, and I couldn’t tell who was who. And yet, I managed to res our Gunner, who threw down a shield and we got Driller and Engie up and then took out the pack.

Possibly the best part of that whole mission is that I did go down once, at the very end, on the run back to the drop pod. Apparently Gunner didn’t realize I was right behind him, because he turned around to check his six, panicked, and yelped while lobbing a sticky grenade right in my face. Half my vision taken up by grenade, the last thing I saw before going down was Gunner’s pure panic as he apologized frantically. The next thing I knew, he was resing me again while continuing to apologize. He kept yelling apologies the rest of the run back to the drop pod. Good times.

I wish I was your Mission Controller on that mission, Miner. I never would’ve let you hear the end of it.

#deep rock galactic

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faithfulcat111 · 1 year ago

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I’m one of those people who like collecting any possible lore for things I’ve been hyper-fixated on for this long. You do not want to know some of the things I’ve done for other fandoms that never got actually shared. So labour-intensive, so worth it. But one of the things that I have been doing for Stranger Things is reading through the various comics and books that were released in addition to the show. In all honesty, I think the comics are a little higher grade than the books. Mainly because they really capture the feel of the show way better. Also, I don’t have any plans to read the things regarding Brenner or the other numbers comic or book-wise. Sorry, that stuff just isn’t interesting to me. I much prefer the dynamics for our main characters we do have than looking for other characters outside the show.

Anyway, I’ll be going through the comics I do have and doing an analysis on what they contribute to the overall lore and characterization of these characters. Some will be fairly short. Some have quite a bit more to them. The first one is The Other Side which is Will’s POV from being in the Upside-Down in Season 1. (I do put some images from the comics in, they are at the bottom but use caution cause they are very horrific).

First off, the monster never drags Will into the Upside-Down. He slips into it himself when the light goes all bright like we see at the beginning of the first episode. The Demogorgan never even makes it into the shed, which is where I get the basis of my undying belief that all the Byers have powers and this is Will’s main one pre-Mind Flayer. Also, he shoots the Demogorgan twice. Which is why he doesn’t have the gun when we first see him talking to Joyce. He already used up his ammo of two shots.

He hears the search party that first day they are out, that was right about the time he figured out something is wrong (time is a little screwy so roll with it) and he speaks to his mom on the phone and through his walkie to the phone. Later, with the lights in the cabinet, he takes his mom’s instructions so seriously. He is literally blinking and the lights are fading in and out at the same time. Once the alphabet is on the wall, he touches the letters to light them up. Will does use the alphabet at a couple of other points with no response so no one was likely home.

He does hear Lonnie briefly post-funeral, but Lonnie cannot hear him at all. Will breaks a chair at this point. He also finds one of the two hunters that Callahan mentioned to Hopper in the show as being missing. So poor Will has to watch someone die.

Shortly after that, he hears Jonathan. This actually happens while Nancy is in the Upside-Down too, so both Will and Nancy can hear Jonathan calling out. Will chooses to distract the monster which lets Nancy get out. This is when Will finally goes to Castle Byers. While Will spent a lot of time running around, trying to get away from the monster, he kept going back home. He doesn’t go to Castle Byers till that last night because going without food in that toxic world is finally catching up to him and he is starting to seriously hallucinate at this point. Even when he gets out, he still keeps hallucinating he is back in the Upside-Down even as he is speaking to his family and friends. The graphics here are seriously creepy and it really adds to why Will really wasn’t explaining well what he was seeing in season 2. It gives the impression that he seriously thought he was hallucinating the whole time, not sliding back into the Upside-Down.

This is more of an overall bit because I said I would have to check it. So, Jonathan’s ability to hear people in the Upside-Down. There are only three times that Will and Jonathan are in the same place that I can tell. The first time is the first instance of Will trying to talk through the phone. Jonathan was there with Joyce at the phone. But Will was back in his bedroom on his walkie. Also, he stops at a point because the Demogorgan comes into the room (this is when Will ends up using the second shot) so while Will can hear Jonathan, he doesn’t say a word back because the monster is right there. The second time is that it is implied that Will was hiding in the graveyard around the time of his funeral (of course we see nothing but the generic words of a funeral, so could be someone else who happened to die around the same time). Will doesn’t say anything then though. And later when Will hears Jonathan calling for Nancy. Will is silent here as well, using rocks to distract the Demogorgan and lure it away. By the time he circles back to the spot, Will sees the portal close from his side long before he gets close to the tree.

Go read this one if you read none of the others, it is so good.

Will's hallucinations:

#st comic analysis #faith talks #stranger things comics

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