#other games like fe having guides for shops and stuff like that. i want to do that too but also the main guide is soooo fucking long that i

[volfoss]

starting to upload the practical portions of the guide (mainly menus and stuff w certain systems) on gamefaqs btw :)

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [three]

Pairing: Frat Boy!Tom x Student!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of sex (always), mentions of toxic masculinity, men controlling women, bullying, feminism and Tom’s dyslexia

Word Count: 5,117

Author’s Note: Here’s part threeeee, I kinda hated the chapter until I edited it haha, but the teaser I feel like did the best out of all three so… idk. I hope you guys like it though. Lemme know what you think!

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Fate has a funny way of throwing you signals and signs to do something. The morning after the game and your breakfast date with Tom, you discovered that the class you and Ivey had together that you mentioned to Tom, was in fact the one he had with Harrison. Setting up shop in the back of the room, you and Ivey talked for the time being before Harrison entered and Tom followed, doing a double take from his observation at the floor to confirm it was you sat beside your roommate. Your cheeks flushed before they both approached, Harrison kissing Ivey and greeting you before he sits beside her, Tom squeezing past the three of you to sit on your left side. You pay him no mind for a few seconds before he leans in to ask you for a pen he definitely doesn’t need, but it gives him something to break the ice about. Glancing at him, you give a soft smile before offering the one in your hand and fishing another from your bag for yourself. 

You and Tom tiptoe around each other for the hour and fifteen minute class, two times a week, glancing at each other every once in a while, giving giddy, awkward smiles and soft laughs when one catches the other looking.  He bumps your shoulder as the four of you walk out in twos that first day, sighing and tucking his binder under his arm as you reach up to hold the straps of your backpack,

“Wild that the class we were talking about sharing with these dweebs would be the exact same English class.” He says, eyes widening dramatically. You smile up at him, giggling after a moment, 

“Isn’t it? Now I get to see you every Monday and Wednesday until what, the middle of December?” You tease. He hums, 

“I think I could live with that.” He mutters. You click your tongue, cocking your head, 

“Like you have a choice Mr.” You whisper back. He’s never had a woman, especially one that he likes, as defiant and cocky as you in his life. He loves it, its sexy and intoxicating. You’re so fucking beautiful in so many ways and he can’t get over it. Especially when he sees you every other day, is faced with having to introduce you to the class for an icebreaker activity, have you introduce him to the class for the same activity with projection and confidence. The way you describe him makes him sound more interesting and sweet than he actually is. But for two whole weeks, he sees this new side of you; sees how you’re dressed, how you act, how you normally operate and he’s into it. He loves how interested you look in whatever topic is presented in class, whatever information you’re being given and he finds that he watches you and your reactions more than paying attention to the course material, and Harrison catches onto it, unknowingly to Tom. 

After almost three weeks of getting comfortable being around each other so much, both boys pack up their stuff early on a somewhat shiny Wednesday afternoon, quietly exiting the room with apologies to the professor who smiles and waves them off. Once class is dismissed, you follow Ivey, frowning as she leads you in the opposite direction of her car,

“Uhm…  where are we going?�� You pose. She smiles as she turns to look at you, trotting along the sidewalk towards main campus, 

“Club rush is today. Where do you think the guys went?” She replies. You nod, following her into the tree covered quad, towering buildings shielding the various tents from the sun. You look around at the different clubs set up in the grass, wandering for a few minutes, stopping in at all the clubs you could see yourself involved in. Ivey drops in to the conjoined sorority that neighbors Psi Sigma Tau to say hi to the girls who all welcome you just as the boys and your roommates had. By the time you move on to the frat house’s booth, both of the interesting boys not in attendance, and down further to the sports clubs, Ivey has a wide smile plastered across her face when she sees Harrison and Tom informing a few freshmen on the club’s purpose. Tom glances up when he sees a flash of movement, looking you over for a moment before his eyes land on you and he gives a slight smile. You return it before crossing your arms and listening in, standing off to the side with Ivey. 

“You can get your volunteer hours for helping some of the under experienced people in the club if you’ve had previous experience and if not, you can just put on a resume or whatever you need that you were involved in a sports club which is pretty equivalent to an academic club." 

"You still get that social aspect jobs and such look for.” Tom interjects on Harrison’s informational rant. There’s more chatter back and forth before the small group takes pamphlets and turns to head off with quick thanks, the boys’ attention averting to the both of you, 

“Ladies.” Tom greets as you approach their booth. You smile, uncrossing your arms as you look over the various papers on their table, 

“I didn’t know this was a thing.” You inform. Tom smiles and nods, 

“Yup, its non-professional, non-competitive golf. You know how to play?” He asks. You lick your lips and shake your head, a blush covering your cheeks gently,

“Remember us talking about how good you did at the game the other day and how I didn’t know much?” You pose softly, shyly. He chuckles softly, nodding,

“I do. S'alright, here, come here. I’ll let you shoot one.” He holds his hand out, letting you hesitantly take it after you glance between Ivey and Harrison. Pulling a club from the bag beside him, Tom curls his hand around yours and pulls you behind the table with him to the small makeshift golf course behind the table. He hands you the club, stepping back to watch you pose before he steps up, 

“Bend your knees just a little, don’t look so tense. It’s alright.” He reassures, letting you do as your told before he places his hands on his hips, licking his lips, giving an almost teasing smile as you glance over your shoulder cutely, innocently at him, 

“Do you mind if I… help?” He asks, gesturing out to you. You shake your head, straightening up before he moves himself behind you, arms wrapped around your body, hands placed over yours on the wrapped end of the club. Ivey and Harrison glance at each other with knowing looks as Tom’s knees gently bump your own, bending them before he brings your arms closer to your chest, hands holding yours in the correct area. You’re convinced he can hear or feel your heartbeat with his chest pressed to your back and you’re thanking the gods that your already clammy palms are turned downward, into the club. You can feel your cheeks flush as he guides your whole body, one of his hands leaving yours for a moment to guide your eyes down to the golf ball in the tee rather than anything else including the hole, people wandering, and his whole body wrapped around you. You look down at the ball before he squeezes your hands, guiding you in hitting it. It rolls to the small hole the boys made, dropping in. Tom hums, 

“See, easy. You wanna try it by yourself?” He asks, stepping back. You nod, turning to look at him. He nods back before walking to fetch the ball, coming to stand before you and set it in the tee again. He steps back and watches you, hands on his hips again. You do all the correct movements he’s just taught you moments ago before you hit the ball, Tom watching it roll just short of the hole. He smiles and nods when you turn to look at him, somewhat proud smile on his face,

“That was good. Good job. Give it another go, see if you can get it in.” He says, walking with you to just before the hole, watching you get into position again before nudging the ball forward to roll in the hole,

“Nice. Very good. You’ve just got to work on thrust. Hit it a little too light that first time.” He tells you, taking the club from you. Your fingers touch and you swear there’s a spark that ignites, your heart pumping loudly in your ears. You smile and nod as the both of you walk back to the table, you walking around it as Tom sighs, 

“If you sign up for the club, I can give you private lessons some time.” He informs, smiling at you. Harrison, and Ivey laugh, 

“Funny, I think you’ve said that to me.” Ivey jokes, pointing accusingly at Harrison who shrugs, holding his hands up, 

“It works." 

"Yeah, but instead of actually giving you golf tips, the privacy is used for taking your pants off and working their magic.” Ivey informs, the both of you giggling. You look up at Tom, eyes singled in on his somewhat expectant face. His eyes wander your own face, the noise around you seeming to dissipate as he awaits your answer. And suddenly you speak, 

“I’ll think about it. I dunno if I’ll have time for this kinda stuff.” You inform softly, Tom’s lashes fluttering at the small gesture that holds such insinuation. And you didn’t blatantly turn it down. And damn if Tom isn’t interested. 

“Well you can wait to sign up. You don’t really have to sign up here, especially with how much we see you. You can just… show for a few sessions and such and… get some lessons if you want.” Tom informs, crossing his arms with a shrug. You nod, 

“Maybe… dunno yet Holland.” He smiles, tucking the club away, 

“What else are you guys gonna do?” Harrison asks Ivey, breaking the momentary silence. She shrugs, 

“Go home, dunno what else to do. You can come pick me up later though, if you want to and we can go out.” She tells him. He nods, smiling softly. Tom clears his throat, 

“Y/N, you wanna… help me out a little with English? Like… they can drop us off at the library or something?” He asks, bringing your attention back to him. You blink a few times, 

“Oh, uh, sure.” You sputter out. He nods,

“I uhh… I have dyslexia so it’s a little difficult to grasp certain stuff and with this first essay I could use some extra help. You seem to be doing pretty good and I thought I’d just… ask if you would. You don’t have to though." 

"No it’s okay. I just gotta go home and gather all my stuff.” You reassure him with a giggle. He smiles and nods,

“Okay… just don’t want you doin somethin you don’t want to.” He reaffirms. You shake your head and smile, turning your attention back to Ivey when she gives a somewhat dramatic gasp, 

“Speaking of which… there’s a Halloween party next month. You gotta start thinking of your costume now Y/N/N. We gotta make sure we don’t go as the same things as Scar and Phoebes.” She says, playfully punching your arm. Your eyebrows knit together, 

“Okay.” You reply. Tom groans,

“Fuck… can you please tell me beforehand what you’re gonna be so I can prepare myself for a boner?” He says, head tipped back. You click your tongue as Ivey giggles,

“If that isn’t an invitation in itself to wear the sluttiest costume ever, I don’t know what is.” She tells you, eyes lingering on you as Tom sighs, his own eyes locked in yours. You shrug, 

“Dunno. I’ll look around.” You tell them both, eyes locked on Tom who licks his lips like he’s staring at his last meal. You can see his tongue come out to run over his upper teeth, raising his eyebrows playfully as you draw your phone out, handing it over to him, 

“Gimme your number so we can figure out what we wanna do, where to meet and what time and everything.” You explain to him as he nimbly types away with a continuous nod, 

“Sounds good to me.” He replies, eyes locked in yours for a moment longer before he glances down at the table and picks up a pamphlet, handing it to you, 

“This has times of meetings and stuff. If you find some time to come… I hope you will. And… you’ve got my number now so if you want a private lesson with yours truly, or Harrison if you prefer less teasing, just shoot me a text or a call.” He informs, adding a wink for good measure. You nod and give him a smile,

“I’ll try and take you up on that Holland.” You purr, another hum slipping from Tom’s lips at your tone of voice, 

“I hope so.” He speaks up lowly. Ivey sighs, 

“Please just tell me when you two start fucking or become a thing, I can make a group chat with the four of us.” She almost begs. The four of you laugh, Ivey leaning in to bump your shoulder as you roll your eyes and then the two of you share a giggle. She looks back up at the Harrison, 

“Pick me up at six and we’ll go to dinner. We’re gonna go get ready for our dates.” She directs at him and then tells the both of them, wrapping her arm around you and guiding you off as the boys watch after you. Harrison bumps his best friend’s shoulder, 

“You whipped asshole." 

"Can’t be whipped for something I’ve never had dickhead.” Tom quickly implies, punching Harrison’s arm and crossing his own. Harrison clicks his tongue and shakes his head, 

“Denial asshole, you have it. The way you look at her, the way you let her make her own decisions, the way you fucking… talk to her and let her run your ass rather than controlling her. You’re fucking whipped.” He tells his best friend, irritation prevalent in his voice. Tom shakes his head, but he doesn’t outwardly deny it, staring out at the stragglers passing by the numerous sports booths, Harrison watching him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, 

“Fine, fucking deny it you idiot. See if I give a shit when she breaks your heart.” He finally says, turning to grab a water bottle from their cooler. 

                                                       —

After texting back and forth with Tom for a few hours with inquiries from all three of your roommates, Harrison drives Tom to your dorm, dropping him off and trading him in for Ivey who jokingly wishes you luck and gently taps Tom’s cheek like an old woman with a younger boy. He smiles, the look never fading as you walk up to him, Ivey and Harrison going separate ways from you and Tom. The both of you walk across campus to the only lit building nestled between the other buildings, Tom on constant vigilance and engaging you in comfortable conversation every so often. 

The library was mostly quiet, save the crackling of thunder overhead from a new vein of storm clouds that spread to release thick rain drops that met windows in quick tandem and great succession. A few straggling students opting to study in the quiet center rather than their dorms or off campus apartments perused the books quietly, others hunched over notebooks or laptops, lips moving mindlessly as they studied or typed up assignments. Your eyes wandered the beautiful, old library while Tom sat across from you, reading your thorough, beautifully penned notes with some struggle and a furrowed brow, but he didn’t feel pressured to hurry for once in his life with you sitting across from him, 

“Okay but like… how the fuck do you write a thesis statement, cause I’m convinced that this intro paragraph is where I’m going to get docked the most points.” He breaks you from your thoughts, eyes flickering up to yours when you smile. He gives a half hearted chuckle as you reach across to grab his own notebook, looking over his own haphazard notes

“Its uhm, it’s basically a summing up of your points you’re gonna talk about in your body paragraphs in a normal essay, but because it’s an argumentative essay, it’s a little different. So uhm, like you wrote here, you were going to write about breaking unhealthy emotional standards, especially in men and boys in your first paragraph, equal opportunities for single income families in your second, and the purpose of women in the workplace in the third, so your points line up with you supporting gender equality. So you would basically make a statement you believed in similar to uhm, like-” You help explain, Tom nodding along with you before he interrupts as you try and think of something to say on the fly, 

“Oh I actually have one, uhm, so… something like, seeing that now it’s the 21st century, women are a part of everything and men wouldn’t exist without them, women deserve the same, if not better rights than men. Or… something along those lines.” He tells you with an almost shy voice, soft blush covering his cheeks. You smile and nod,

“That’s good actually. That’s really good.” Your voice holds surprise, but not at Tom’s abilities, just that you didn’t think of something as witty. 

“Obviously it could use some polishing but uhm, i-it is good right? Like… it doesn’t sound stupid? You’re not fuckin with me to get me out of your hair cause you really don'tknow how to write one either?" 

"No it’s good.” You reassure with a giggle, looking over his notes and scribbles of sources to use. You smile, reading his half legible writing, 

“Who knew you were such a feminist Tommy?” You tease, looking up. His somewhat nervous, embarrassed face contorts into relief, a scoff leaving his lips, 

“Shit… don’t call me out like that.” He replies through a string of laughs to counter yours as he toys with his earlobe. His smile is big and bright and you know he enjoys your company, despite the academic circumstances. He sighs, 

“I just… I know that without women like my own mum or your mum, whoever, we wouldn’t have the friends we have. We wouldn’t be sitting here. We wouldn’t have the opportunities we do. Women do basically EVERYTHING and we don’t give them enough credit for it. It’s bullshit and… I can guarantee that any girlfriend, fiancèe, wife, mother of my child is gonna have control over me. It’s not the other way around. I’d be blessed as fuck to be considered a woman’s rather than her being considered mine.” He lectures, running the tips of his fingers over the hollows your pen created on your notebook paper. You cock your head, 

“You’re really passionate about this.” You speak quietly. Tom looks up again, 

“Yeah well, my dad’s had coworkers that’ve sexualized my mum and basically said she belongs in the kitchen. Shit, there were guys that I knew that practically beat their girlfriends for talking to other men. It’s just, its bullshit. Women are people too. I’d never do any of the shit I’ve watched happen to women, to you.” He says, looking around in frustration. Your head stays cocked, eyes looking him over before you give a small smile, 

Is that supposed to woo me?“ You joke again. Tom looks back into your eyes, searching them, his own glittering in the lamps above your head. He purses his lips, 

"Is it working?” You giggle, his own lips turning up and he feels all that anger, frustration from the memories of his childhood boil down. He hums and shakes his head, 

“No, in all honesty, I’ve been into dance and such from a very young age and… I got bullied. I got bullied because the stuff I did was for ‘little girls’ and I got called gay and I just… I don’t get it. If I was gay, so what? But… telling boys that they can’t be into dance or ballet or whatever the hell else men in society have considered too feminine for boys, its bullshit. Telling a little boy he can’t be involved in something he loves because its feminine is stupid. If it wasn’t for women and girls these assholes wouldn’t have the little boys they bully and conform to crush down their emotions and become these menaces to society. I mean seriously, how often is there a female mass shooter? Men lack the empathy needed for fully thinking out their plans when it comes to taking other lives.” You let him rant, watching his face redden in irritation. You know he speaks from some sort of experience. His position on toxic masculinity isn’t something he learned from television politics, but something he endured and you know if he has sons, he’ll let them do whatever they want to do rather than control them. He sighs and shakes his head,

“Sorry-”

“No, don’t be. Us women need more men like you. I completely agree with you. I seriously think Cole stopped crying once we were kids because my dad told him he was weak if he did and you’re not. If you cry, it doesn’t make you weak. It shows that you’re human. There is no reason for you to apologize to me Tom. I completely agree with you.” You reassure, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. He glances down at it, nodding as you trace the hollows his somewhat clenched knuckles provide. He shrugs, 

“That’s the way I’ve always felt to be honest. Women have always had a bad wrap and sure I get along very well with those that I meet, and sometimes I’m guilty of being a dick to some of them, but they deserve way more than they get. That’s why… I, in part, haven’t had a steady girlfriend. Any woman capable enough to put up with me deserves way more.” He trails off quietly, eyes cutting back down to your notes. You purse your lips, pulling your hand from his and looking down at the folded corner of his notebook. Your straighten it out, tracing your finger over the crease. You let out a soft laugh after a moment, leaning back in your chair. Tom glances up, watching you pick hair from your sweater, eyes wandering your face when you look up at him again,

“Why do we always do this? Everytime we talk about… dating or us, together, it always turns depressive and way too serious and we just get to talking about how stupid we’d be together or how incompatible we are. I’m starting to think that we’re a good balance and we’re both just in denial.” You tell him. He blinks at you, heart stuttering at your use of the same word as Harrison earlier. He really doesn’t want to admit he has feelings for you. He finds it easier, less heartbreaking if he just screws around with women that are willing. He purses his lips, 

“But we want different things-”

“Do we? What exactly do you want from me Tom? Why flirt, why touch me the way you do, look at me and act the way you do to get in my pants? I mean seriously, how important are academics to you that you’d go out of your way to make sure I was the one person that tutored you tonight?" 

"You don’t know what I’d do. I have to have good academics to keep my golf scholarship.” He remarks, stone set face as he leans in on his elbows. You mimic him, leaning in, 

“So tell me Tom, what would you do to get me into bed?" 

"A lot.” He quickly implies, blinking with hooded, unamused eyes. You gesture out to the table, 

“Tell me Tom. You can’t just give me that. Because… I-I’ve only had one boyfriend but I know that this isn’t how you act with someone you want to sleep with once. This isn’t normal and if you’re justifying it as normal, you need fucking help in so many different departments.” You tell him, frustration lacing your voice. He hates the look in your eyes. You look hurt, scared, vulnerable. There’s more you’re not saying and he’s intrigued, but he won’t show the interest. He wants you to come to your own terms. He shrugs, 

“You don’t know how far I’ve gone Y/N-”

“Right, because the horror story associated with your stupid little British ass is the story of how you pretended to date Delilah Rhodes and then once she gave you everything, you just,” you lay your palm against the table in a somewhat loud smack, “dropped her. You crushed her and you pretended you never knew her. Did you act like this with her? Did you treat her like you were interested and enforce little… dates with her before you even established what you wanted? What did you do different with her than me Tom?” There’s fresh, frustrated tears sparkling in your eyes and Tom’s brain scars itself wondering why the hell he cares. He purses his lips, jaw clenching, 

“What do you want out of this? What is the point of doing this? Forcing me to tell you what-”

“I like you.” You admit. Tom’s mouth hangs open, eyes locked on you as a tear rolls from the corner of your eye. You blink to clear your vision and see the look on his face as your sleeved hand comes up to swipe it away, 

“That first night, the first time I saw you I was drooling over you. I remember what you were wearing and how I felt and the more we talk, the more you touch me and do all of your bullshit seducing, I-I can’t process it. And I’m just wondering how far up you’re taking me. How big are you going to blow this up before you drop me and leave me to pick up my own fucking pieces? How long do I waste my time on you?” You ask, more tears falling, but you ignore them as he stares at you with somewhat wide eyes. He doesn’t know the answer because you are different. He likes you too, he won’t admit it, not yet, but he does. You rub your eyes on your sleeve again, sniffling as you break the eye contact. You sigh, glancing down at your lap, 

“I would’ve never admit something like that in high school. I actually… can’t believe I just did.” You say into the void with another soft laugh. He plays with his own fingers, listening to you with a beating heart that overpowers all of the other noises around you. He can’t even hear you continue to  ramble as you fight the emotions that overtake you and curse yourself for getting this close to Tom and his toxic essence. He licks his lips, staring at a light blue line on your paper in front of him. He can feel his blood rush through his body in adrenaline and preparation, making him lightheaded as he opens his mouth for the words that spill out next, 

“So make me love you.” He interrupts you, your eyes finding his after another heart pounding second. Your eyes narrow, brain struggling to interpret his words, 

“What?” You finally say. He gives a one shoulder shrug, lashes fluttering as he sits back in his chair,

“You like me… make me love you. Harrison, Ivey, fuck, even Scarlett has commented on the way we run around each other. And obviously I have some sort of attraction to you. I wouldn’t be trying to get in your pants if I wasn’t attracted to you in some sense so use that,” he points to his notebook, “I just poured my fucking heart out to you talking about my respect for what women do and how I’d be my girlfriend’s possession. So make me love you. Use all that you know about me and you seduce me." 

"It doesn’t work like that-”

“Fuck that. I like you too. I think you’re fucking beautiful and smart and I find myself more focused on you in English than the fucking material, clearly,” he gestures to his mixmatch notebook again, “if you’re giving me an excuse to not do it because you’re scared, fucking break the cycle. Take control, do something you wouldn’t and force me to conform like none of the others girls do. You wanna know what sets you apart from the other girls? The shyness. You fucking speak your mind like they didn’t. You fucking put me in my place and push me around and I fucking love it because I’m not the one doing the chasing. I like being chased too Y/N. I would never, ever admit to any other girl that I liked them, but here we are.” He rambles, his words seeming to mold as he tries to say everything he thinks, his emotions bubbling up just as yours did with every word. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans on his elbows, jaw clenching again as he stares you down with intent, 

“Starting right now, if you’re up for it, you can say we’re a thing and I’ll tell Harrison the same to get him the fuck off my back,” he says with a roll of his eyes and a dramatic sigh, “we’ll go on dates and shit, do the typical couple stuff, but you’ll be making me love you. Rather than me being the man that seduces his crush, we’ll flip the roles. Whatever you want, and if we sleep together, and you’re still trying, I’ll still fucking play, alright?” He draws up. You stare at him, mouth held open, shock paralyzing your body. But a change in his face forces your hand. 

“Make me love you Y/N.” He reiterates again, folding his hands before him as if wrapping up a deal made. And that’s when you catch up. Your body surges with power and excitement, and fear, all in one, a blackness taking over your sight like your brain craves oxygen. And you find yourself nodding before your body’s on the same page. His eyebrows raise and he cocks his head softly as if to confirm it. To make you say it. And that’s when you fully nod, 

“Okay.” Is all you croak out.

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[bemybestoy]

Genesis of me

Genesis: becoming me! Hello bitches and kink lovers,This blog shall be an open letter to guide and smooth out  our relationship as I am sick and tired of how a dominatrix and a sub's role are misunderstood. Let me introduce myself, I am Krisztina, a pro domme, in my 30's and I am embracing this role for around 8 years. Meaning I am highly experienced and I tried it all, expect the practices that reach out my limit. Such as permanent damage, I would never put the life and health of a slave of mine in jeopardy not thru my instructions or even just widness(you cannot even imagine thru years how many times I was asked if we can perform a c2c castration  precedure, stabbing with knifes or swords for any amount I can posibly think of asking. I repeate it was about c2c so not bulshit as I would watch all along). When I refused such life threatning session I was offered same only to watch, not to instruct. Answer is still NO everytime. BDSM is not abuse, it is not guided endangerment, it must be sane, sane, consensual and have very clear boundaries of safety. To rewind i started to explore this world in my early 20s ofc and suprise , suprise in real life. Even if i am mostly an online fetish chathost and online domme, I did not know such sections of BDSM exist in camming world, till after a few years i have done dominance in real life. Let me explain! So I had a mid managemnt job after my university in a multinational company, which was and still is top 3 globally in its field and shall always be. There is not even a child all across this world that does not know what company is about when hearing it's name (do not be cretin enough to ask me the name, I will tell NO to your face. Or ask you what info you wish next home adress, Id identification number, blood group or home keys along with an open window in case you do not manage to use the keys:)) ). So i was there around 1 years and half and had a long distance relationship with often travelling . We all know those never lastunless one of the two moves abroad. So I hapilly informed my family and work collegues I wish to move to a different country to move in with my bf/ soon to be fiancee. The question in everyone's head right now was you bf your was Ds relationship? the honest answer is hell no! my bf was alike me a real alpha, one of the strongest man psysical and mental both and definetly would not take attitude from no woman (not even the love of his life, unless he was dick and she was right. To understand you need to picture a man at height 1,95 cm and around 100 kilos all fibers and muscles as he had been a kickboxer and when i met him a trainer for kickboxers at European level. A true montain of a man who yet never felt his manhood threaten if he discussed his feeling with me, his desires, his sensibilities, things i would do or say to hurt his feeling even involuntary a I was busy all the time and moving fast etc). So not only that he was not the submissive type, but even if we were in harmony from time to time he would give me 'attitude'. Now even if I am pleased and happy, even if I amm not the nagging type, no matter who you are and how much I love you, if you cross me I will whoop your ass. After a fe episodes, as chasing him thru the apartment every room with the moop tail pointed a him to kick his ass until he ran out, threating to stab his hand with a fork when he tried to touch my steak after leavig him without one as he made clearly to me he was not a pussy to carry grocery bagsand hence to help and many as suchhe decided I should meet one of his best friend from high school, a lady leaving in a city close. He said we would get along perfectly and the lady and I would get along perfectly. Who would knew I was in for such a big suprise.....(cheshire cat as i recall and type). So I did not know much about her ad what she does for a living when we were instruduced. We had  lovely conversation, then she invited me some day when i am off work to visit her house, met her husband also and spend some more lady time together(I was a manager in one of my bf business a gran coffee shop/ bar it was quite big and had 2 floors one was coffe shop and bar all white with blue lighting surrounding th wide bar and lower floor  couches and tables and ring dance for party rentals such as festivity, anniversieries etc. I done so many things in there: not only i would cash in all the money that being my main, but i would help the other emplyees by making cocktails- I made a course for that- , even cleaning or washing glasses, once out there i was the only personal managing or website, of course PR as even t planning as I was the one who organised every detail of our rental and someone even DJ, a lower floor had DJ booth with pro equipment which i manage to completely fuck up as I had no idea what I was doing and the booked DJ announced last minute he was so coming so my bf said as i am the most modern and tech savvy to give a try to see if i can work it. not only I was not able , but i fucked it up so bad we had to call a tehnician to fix it and he taught me basically how to use it on a minimal level to work it for the party which turned out great. Still cracks me out when i think of my face when i was sure i fucked it up lol. it was a dexter labority moment and his blonde sister deedee: i was like many if i press this and that i will fix it )  I was like well i cannot make it worse :))) Then I decided I need some female eergy without the 'guys' going everyday at my bf gym to do my box training, my krav maga and I gave a call to this lady ask her if I can indeed visit and when It is appropriate to come and suits her schedule.My employees and bf replacing me could manage a day without and i needed a getaway. She invited me in couple or days, my bf drove me to her house and then left to actually replace me. we had an amazing luncheon, laughed, make jokes, just getting to know each other mostly me and her, but also her husband. Then she informed me she had some work to do soon but i can wait with her husband. Unlike I want to come with her. I was like ok I want to come, ut i am not sure whether i disturb you and invite me just to be polite or if it is really ok. i mean i got the best manners you could witnes both on and out of my job. She said she would actually like to share what she does with me as she likes me and she is quite sure having such a strong and open personality  would not make me freak out. I was within my mind ' what should i freak out about?!'. but still acted al casual as i liked her myslf, it only made me very curious. I have a feline personality so curiosity is in my nature, though it is pure and observatory, not the gossip, lame and weak as usual women are. So..... she said she will be busy with work for around 2 hours and if i wanted to stay aside as she cannot pay attention to me. i was like ok... She then invited me at the basement where she said she would met at her 'office' a person whom she expects, as her work space has direct access from garage. Then we would both go downstairs. Well probably telling all cluess made you suspect or realise it was a full dungeon downstairs. a pro dungeon.you should have seen my face when i noticedall the tools, device,suspension systems and the rest of the toys. She looked at me patient and confident, without a care in her mind that i might judge or something.... let me soak it all in... then she asked: You still want to stay or do you want to go upstairs with my husband to keep him company thru soccer game was on tv? " . She was so calm as if she shown me a bush of pants in her garder:)) Then my first outspoken reaction to her it was one of a morron: my first words after what i have seen, my first question asked was if her husband knew about all these(as they do not share a house for more then 10 years). She said yes, but he does not interfer with her work, comes down sometimes, but participates rare and very dismissive toward whom she works with. So I gotten more curious. I obviously suspected what will happen soon, but never withness something alike.Well I done so many sessions and you remember even if having a perfect memory the big lines of the majority. The first one I had only as a peeper I remember in smallest little details. Bitch parked and had a hoody on. he knoecked and when was invited, he went down on his knees down on all stairs. He looked like a maggot or miriapod with his head down to do not cascade over stairs as he was not standing. She then informed her she had a guest which will attend, but will not participate. Not giving a fuck of his reaction. I;ve seen chain suspection bondage, over all punishment and esp cbt along with huge strapon penetration. Shge is quite tall1.80 and she really was at perfect level as he bitch even if him hanging from the ceiling without touch the floor or be close to it even. i was amazed and intrigued. So as soon everything was done and he left ofc i asked so many questions. She answered all with patience even if i must have been annoying like a child and not  take the time to put together the smarters questions. After i while I was blablabla in a hyper manner about what she does as a professional domina I was like wait! does my bf know about this? She smilled and said ofc. He sometimes rarely when visiting me participates even as a master helping mewith pain or bootlicking or stuff. He joins more then my husbnd who when bored and coming down to see when i finish at most lets his shoes licked by my slaves then goes upstairs. I found all these fascinaint and so alternative so ofc I wanted to see more.So often I would visit her as watch her sessions with her slaves. After several mouth a slave of hers made her after session a big financial tribute offer that i participate too and i can second her domining. She asked me if it is something I consider. I did want it, but felt like I would be clueless as per what to do. Even if you watch many times that does not mean you feel suddly like you can replicate that certainty in action. She said not to worry as bitch knows it is my first time and this and following her lead is exactly what it is excites him. So i mus not overthink, just try to have some fun. And damn! It was so much fun! the hormones, the excitment, the laughter from humiliation talk, the driven crazy look on the bitches' face, the overall experience. it was like wow! it is hard to paint it in words, with all lexicon richness or ability to play with words. it is pure extasy! :D:DAfter he felt she made sure he had a chit chat with a glass of wine, making sure i am good with all, she said how great i was as she does not like other lady dommes in general. What was the goodbye part when my bf arrved to pick me up in car she actually did give me my own tribute. how much money! like lots! Then she invited me often to participate in the session in which slave got excited about 2 lady dommes. I accepted that one per week as i was busy with my own line of work. I had so much fun more then a year. Seen lots, done lots.Then a night I was speaking to him in our bed, holding hands, after2-3 rounds of sex and many orgasms. My realtionships are very intimate and I always go for an open man, who is super smart so besides sex and comfy routine I would have a late night conversation till 4-5 am even if we had to bed up and work in couple hours. there is just something that it is most meaninful ina relationship, to communicate ina deep way and to enjoy it lots both of you. and get into each other soul, emotions and deepest needs.So I did ask him : what made you think she would like me and would like her? what made you believe i would enjoy all these as you know we do not do anything as such? He then said he met thru his life many type of women: brainy, prude, whores, dommes, swingerseven submissive lil fmale toys. And he said a true dominant is never made into one. Ofc you can be good if you copy and get exposured to it or at least satisfactory to a slave. But the best dominant are born, not made. It is in their nature and personalities. They give out clues all the time, no matter the random they do.It made me wonder lots. After a couple moment of silence with my head on his chest, lips against his neck and hand holded all thru our talk, just enjoying the thinking of each, the meaninful silence, i asked if he does not feel bothered about that facti enjoy myself playing with slaves when not only he do not do anything alike, but he is not playing with others either. I mean it is a vast emoions i fell which exclude him fully. he said ofc not, as our love life is something i need more then my alternative fun, thta he knows i can live without that experience, but i would be heartbroken if i was without us (you need to understand jealousy cannot be an issue here. Real pro dommes in dungeon do facesitting all dressed up thru latex or leather and it has got a suffocating breath control purpose. i will explain you why: first of all a n evelated domme cares about personal hygiene and she know there are many scat lovers visiting dommes. so to have one licking your pussy it is not quite sanitary. also ass worship is done thru leggings. the most expensive, best dommes will never allow a slave licking. that is just some vanilla crap made up buy hookers selling sex and bdsm aswell. a well respected professional odoes not indulge in that. I am not saing to use a slave for self sexual satisfaction makes you a bad, poorly skilled mistress. But you do that as a lifestyle domme.Meaning you have a domestic relatinship with your slave who is your life patner. Never in a pro dungeon relationship oral for a slave would be allowed or accepted). Drinking champagne straight from mistress soource yes, but without wiping after. You may have it fromshort distance her controlling her debit makeing her slave do not miss anything unless they agree before on a facial champagne game. But when you go to a pro domme you cannot expect her to enjoy licking pussy and ass. Not to mention licks or even nudity just because it arrouses you. so my bf knew my sex life involved only him, in vanilla terms we all know.And he was ok with my alternative fun. We were even if a modern couple a very faithful one. So our orgasms were only and strictly dedicated to one another, exclusively.He wasgreat in bed so i would have every single day more then ten orgams within couple of hours(we had wakeup sex, luch break sex and couple turns before bed, many squirty orgams, clit or vaginal without squirt). The most sexual gesture i seenin the pro domme who introduced me to this world is just around 3 times within one year to milk cock with latex gloves, but with ruin orgasm. she took hand of when she felt he would come load was shoot without touching he would lick after she pull gloved off and glove was washed after. More often she would make the bitch wank himself while she instructs him closeby. her husband accepted her line as he accepted and love everything about her, but he was like my ex fiancee: hear pussy, ass, breast, orgams, real sexual intimacy are for your pratner. Not for everyone. That is a hooker thing to do. To gave all that just just random everyones. One after the other.That is not what a real dmme is made off. Her strenght and charm comes out because he in full intimacy is hard to get if not impossible. And by all means a slave shoould be use till u reach full sexual satisfaction. But only for your chosen one or ones. I fyou are a lifestyle domme and have a slave as life partner or few slaves as toys as open relationship is ok. But you cannot expect same from a real pro domme! That is something builtand leveled up!PS Hmmm now to breath a lil as I poured everything  so fast. deep inhales and exhales. light a cigg after and build this disclaimer. my spelling is awful as you know me i type like a motherfucker in full speed. Ignore all errors and consider the essence of my phrases. I do not believe in going back to spellcheck unless you publich a book or something editorial. I did that during university in an non paid internship, both as corrector and publisher. But it was a publication spread and shippd on a national evel. And in both roles i learned that the first message and thought till publishing as you go back several times are worlds apart. So much changes. And since I do not publish something wanting to be of intellectual value I wish a very spontaneous, fast writing. It is the most sincere, no filters and even if shifting thoughts without a bridge causing some lack of coherency now and then it is more powerful as the first reactions are.  So yes a blog! why a blog? i do not do social media. it is lame, tacky and became brainless. i miss books or blogs at least. and i do not like at all media unless i do exposure over it from bitches craving for begging and tribute me for it. These reasons and that I cannot stand screens after 8-10 hours of online being available to sessions. I like to look in eyes of someone I talk to and they looking back at me. Instead of both or all dinner participants looking non stop at phone while we pretend to be together. Meanwhile no one is present as they focused on media and other stuffs over their phone .That is not only lame and un natural  , but also impolite. Themost important ask from people around me is manners first of all. One lack of manners become my refusal to have this creature close to me even silent, simply unacceptable.  In addition, if i must have my eyes after work on something i prefer a good movie or a book. Actual human contact is important to me as little as we have it nowadays with global situation. so NO, unless i will have video call activated which i will seldom have I do NOT exist until i am online the next day I feel the need to have people at my feet :) I am literary out of this world. I do not exist for anyone online. And enjoy it every minute !

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Persona Fandom Problems: Guide to legally buying Persona games so Atlus can see the money

So I guess I’ve heard this is a problem in the Persona fandom as a whole (aka both old and modern Persona fans) within the last few months (or at least I’ve seen complaints within the last few months)? So fans are demanding certain Persona *insert thing* but they don’t actually legally buy/support the thing when it comes out for....whatever reason. Is this really a thing? Like I don’t want to believe it (or at least believe it’s as rampant as it really is) but if that’s the case....well....now you know one of the reasons why I’m making this post. The other is that, more recently, I have seen people complain about how they can’t support these games so Atlus sees the money so they have to turn to emulation, which I’m not shaming you (you do you, I don’t know your situation), you can emulate but.....you can/have the ability to still buy these games in a way that Atlus (or I guess *insert game*) can still get the support. And fun fact, sometimes there are summer sales which can make the games go down in price even more, so yay you support the game and you save some money! So yeah not saying you HAVE to support them, but this is showing that you still have the ability to support them if you can......and tbh money speaks volumes for businesses so this is also to show how you can make your voice heard (aka if you want a P1/2 remake, you should probably buy the digital copies). (last note: inb4 someone says Atlus is financially alright now, yes that’s true but this is more for wanting your voice heard, not trying to keep Atlus from going under, financially they are fine but again.....you want remakes of a game you want? You probs should back it up by buying the game). 

Note if it’s bolded, it’s roughly how low the game has gone on sale on the PSN during an Atlus Summer day PSN sale(from what I can remember/find old archives of said sales) or other place if specified, otherwise the sale listed is the current price of the game digitally at the time of this posting. Also note this is mostly for the USA people (but I wouldn’t be surprised if the prices were translated to roughly the same amount outside the US), but since 90% of the stuff on this list is digital and Sony, and Play-Asia exists, it shouldn’t be that hard to make a USA account and get a USA PSN card off of Play-Asia (or other 3rd party website) so like it’s do-able outside the US....it’s a hassle but just an FYI that this post isn’t 100% alienating anyone outside the US. Anyway moving on. (Under the cut for the list)

If you have a PS3 only:

Persona 2: Eternal Punishment (PS1 classic, $3.99/9.99)

Persona 3 FES (PS2 classic, $5.99/9.99)

Persona 4 (PS2 classic, $5.99/9.99)

Persona 4: Arena (PS3, $14.99)

Persona 4: Ultimax (PS3, $19.99, or if you have PS+ during the month it was free, then it is free for you and you save about $20).

Persona 4: Arena Story mode (Ultimax DLC, $9.99, aka you get the story of Arena and Ultimax for $29.98 instead of $34.98) 

Persona 5 (PS3, $19.99)

(PS3′s can cost around $80, rough total cost off all games[P4U+Arena DLC story only, aka not including P4A’s game itself)): $65.94/79.94 +$80= $145.94/159.94

If you have a PSP and a PS3 (*see explanation below, PSP games below listed only):

Persona 1 (PSP, $/19.99)

Persona 2: Innocent Sin (PSP, $/19.99 )

Persona 3 Portable (PSP, $/19.99 )

Persona 2: Eternal Punishment (PS1 classic, $3.99/9.99)

(PSP’s can cost around $70+PS3′s $80..... All games together= $63.96/69.96+70+80= $213.96/219.96, a lot but on the bright side, you’d probs just need one P3 game and you’d have access to roughly most titles in Persona between the two consoles)

If you have a Vita or a VitaTV (and a PS4 or PS4 controller**):

Persona 1 (PSP, $/19.99)

Persona 2: Innocent Sin (PSP, $/19.99 )

Persona 3 Portable (PSP, $/19.99 )

Persona 2: Eternal Punishment (PS1 classic, $3.99/9.99)

Persona 4 Golden (Vita, $/19.99 )

Persona 4: Dancing All Night (Vita, $/24.99 )

Persona 3: Dancing in Moonlight (Vita, $39.99)

Persona 5: Dancing in Starlight (Vita, $39.99)

(Vitas are about $150 at gamestop, but you can maybe get them for under $100 online. Luckily the vita has access to almost all the Persona titles, and is probs one of the best consoles to invest in for Persona, of course the games will run up a decent penny until they either A) go down in price mainly P3/5D, or B) there’s a sale.....so what’s listed now might get cheaper later....also the fact you don’t need to buy all the games all at once. All the games+at max GameStop costs is...... $188.92/190.92+150=$338.92/340.92)

If you have a PS4

Persona 5 (PS4, $19.99)

Persona 4: Dancing All NIght (PS4, Bundle only it seems, $100 on PSN and has gone as low as $49.97 new at Gamestop, but for 3 games for about $50 that’s pretty good)

Persona 3: Dancing in Moonlight (PS4, $59.99, individually it has gone on sale new at Gamestop but I don’t know how low)

Persona 5: Dancing in Starlight (PS4, $59.99, individually it has gone on sale new at Gamestop but I don’t know how low)

Persona 5: The Royal (coming soon)

PS1 retro console:

Revelations: Persona (has other games too, $19.99/59.99, the $19.99 price is at Best Buy at the time of this posting/making of posting). [probably the cheapest way to pick up P1 if you don’t mind playing the half finished butchered version......tho unlike the digital sales, I don’t know if Atlus is seeing royalties on sales of these]

For 3DS:

Persona Q1 (3DS, Nintendo Shop has it for $19.99)

Persona Q2 (3DS, $29.99/39.99

(I think the cheapest system is a 2DS Original preowned at Gamestop for $59.99....tho again you might find it cheaper online, with the games that’d be $49.98/59.98+59.99=$109.97/119.97)

*The reason you need a PS3 with your PSP, it is because Sony shut down the PSN shop for the PSP, BUT you can still get games digitally for those games via downloading it through your PS3 into your PSP. (also fun fact, the PSP games dropped from like $30-40 to $20 which used to be it’s summer day sale price but who knows it could go down more if Atlus feels like it).

**PSVita TV needs a PS4 controller

***Only did prices of PS3, PSP, PSV, and 3DS cause I know they are older and some people might not know the cheaper prices

*****I only listed the prices of consoles for people who might not own them, not saying you HAVE to buy the consoles but it’s there so you have an idea of what you are looking at (also not listed for the PS3, a bunch of MegaTen games are available in the PS2 classic store too: DDS1, DDS2, Raidou 1, Raidou 2, and SMT3 for about the same prices as the PS2 P3/4 games. So it’s a great way to get into the other MegaTen games too along with the 3DS). 

****** “I want to buy these games digitally but I don’t want to buy the console right now” fun fact, you can make a PSN account online and just buy the games from your computer! And if you ever get a console for said game, you can always log in with that account and ta-da you have a game to play! Not saying you HAVE to do that either, but in case people were wondering if they could.....well now they know. 8U

[ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse]

All for the video game ask. (do I need to mention only if u r comfy w/ it at this point). Love you!!

alright u done done it now bitchhhhhhhh are u READY 4 THIS SHIT (dshfa;lkj thamk i am so pumped ur my biggest enabler) i already answered a couple of these for anon but i’ll go ahead and answer them here as well

1. First game you played obsessively?hmmmm i wanna say the legend of spyro the eternal night? i played it so much i could beat the whole game in four hours. i’ve heard lots of ppl actually hated the legend of spyro trilogy but honestly they can suck my ass i loved them

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc.uh besides my answer for anon of skyrim not many games have actually just straight up influenced my art style but i’ve been playing this game called Fe (not fire emblem just Fe) and i really want to draw fanart for it bc it’s super cute if that Counts as influence?

3. Who did you play with as a kid?if this is meant in terms of co-op games nobody bc we didn’t have anyif just in general, my sister for the most part. i’d watch her play things like resident evil and she’d help me with the hard parts in medievil and crash bandicoot warped (read: racing levels)

4. Who do you play with now?myself lmao i don’t rly like co-op and multiplayer games and i prefer to play most games by myself

5. Ever use cheat codes?like i told anon, no bc i don’t know how they work and i’d probably only use them for the sims anyways

6. Ever buy strategy guides?not really? once we bought the collectors edition for diablo II when i was little and it included the strategy guide which i stayed up all night to read (bc i had run out of other reading materials in the house) but like i don’t really use them idk

7. Any games you have multiple copies of?the sims three and i know you know the reason why but in case anybody else wants to know: i didn’t know they had actually completely changed the game since i had played it last probably a decade ago so i bought it @ walmart this year and then i got mad bc it apparently SUCKS ASS now so in search of a copy of the original version i bought a second one from amazon bc the Image being used WAS of the original case but it really was the new version so now i have two SHITTY SHITTY VERSIONS of a game i used to love that i will never play bc it’s shit except maybe i will bc apparently it has real life music in it just replaced with sims language which is amazing and this response is far too long for the question but i asked u if u were ready so u signed up 4 thisi also have an xbox version of it tht i got for like christmas or smth years ago and a,,,,,, ds version??? that i got last year bc somebody was selling “the original version of the game including every expansion pack” for only like $30 and it definitely said disk version but when i got it it was this Pre-owned Dirty Ds Cartridge Covered In What Looked Like Strawberry Jelly and when i tried to contact them they shut their page down so there’s that which equals four shitty shitty copies of the sims three and i will never be more mad about anything than i am about this

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection?uh well back when i had a job i spent A Lot of money (to me it was a lot) to get the collectors edition of the last guardian so that would be my most expensive. other than that i would have to say one of the hardest to find (maybe not rare but not common)games i have currently is medievil for ps1 bc it took me like a week of searching to find a copy in good condition online for sale bc i rly wanted to own it again since we had to sell all my old games when we moved to oregon which sucked bc we had a Bunch of cool games (mostly early ps era)

9. Most regrettable purchase?did you see my rant about the sims three for answer 7? yeah

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours?never lived in an area where that is A Thing

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games?i wanna make a homestuck joke here (srsly probably not like i said i don’t rly do any type of co-op or multiplayer games so)

12. Ever get picked on for liking games?not really?? is that a Thing?

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has?uh idk literally any COD game, basketball games, Fallout games, overwatch, anything that’s co-op, shooter games or sports related etc idk i’m a simple fellow these types of games don’t appeal to me

14. Favorite game music?idk what this means? like genre-wise??? idk abt stuff like that i just like good game music but i’ll tell you the fuck what, hiveswap music fuckin SLAPPED

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick?fuck shit idk man i don’t rly want a tattoo maybe uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh smth that could be vague

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL?idk rip lmao

17. Ever lose a friend over a game?Nah man i can’t even imagine smth as dumb as that unless they’re screaming racist or sexist slurs bc then friendship is terminated but otherwise like wtf it’s just a game,,,

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming?i mean?????? sure????????????? they don’t have to game with me??????????? unless they tell me I can’t game bc they don’t like it in which case Bye u controlling piece of shit

19. Favorite handheld console?u kno those games that used to come in sonic happy meals? yah (jk uh i don’t have much experience w/ handheld consoles besides nintendo ds-es and they’re cool)

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand?like i said i played spyro the eternal night so often i could beat it in four hours so probably that one.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now?the only games i didn’t like as a kid i p much still don’t like now

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories?i am Poor

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?currently skyrim or stardew valley

24. First Pokemon game?I didn’t get to play any pokemon games until this year actually but i got myself pokemon y and ultra sun so those are my first two! although you Could technically say pokemon go bc i played that for the first time like One month before i got y and ultra sun but like idk if tht counts so *shrug emoji*

25. Were you ever an arcade game player?i never lived where arcades were a thing tbh

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries?Why

27. Game that makes you rage?there’s this absolutely adorable and INFURIATING game called so many me that’s a puzzle platformer but the controls are so ridiculously precise that it’s absolutely the WORST to play bc unless you do it just right at just the right millisecond you will die over and over and over

28. Ever play in a tournament?nah

29. What is your gaming set up?the livingroom tv and my mom’s xbox one or my bedroom with my ps4 i got for my birthday and my xbox 360 that i got like 7 years ago

30. How many consoles do you own?alright so If ds-es count i own,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, roughly seven? i have my new ps4 i got for my birthday last year, my 7 year old xbox 360, another xbox 360 i bought from a kid @ school, a ps1 i bought last year for the Nostalgia that’s in rly good condition, a rly old ds lite a rly old 3ds and my new pokeball 2dsxl. i would also say that the ps3 my aunt left when she died is mine bc my mom never used it and she had bought most of the games For Me and Her to play together anyways so the idea that she left it to my mom is,,,, Weird but my mom claims it was left to her so Shrug emoji

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches?“virtual boy” i love it omg. uh not really i don’t use my ds-es that often bc i don’t have a just wild amount of games but when i do use them it doesn’t rly mess w/ my brain or eyes too much

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic?probably not?

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games?i don’t think so tbh

34. Do either of your parents play video games?my mom does but she really only plays like three games (the newest assassins creed, skyrim, and stardew valley)

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop?nope

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game?man have u ever heard of brotherhood a tale of two sons? mom told me abt it and she didn’t warn me abt how it ended and i had to leave the room and cry bc it broke my heart

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination?i didn’t know that was a thing

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?i can’t think of any tbh. oh wait i take that back sonic unleashed it’s terrible but i love it

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make?maybe not a sequel but they rly need to come out with another stardew valley type thing or maybe expansions or smth so that you can talk to and befriend more ppl and stuff

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?never been able to try them but they look super fun and i can’t wait to see how they improve the technology

41. A genre that you just can’t get into?multi-player games period. also first person shooters and sports games. there’s more but i can’t remember the title of the game bc i don’t know what genre it would be lmao

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness?i assume this means game related nerdiness not just my inherent nerdiness in general so probably the very first spyro game

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else?all the time my dude

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters?none

45. How are you at Mario Kart?probably shit i’m not good @ steering in games

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?i love them! i have like 100+ hours logged into stardew valley and i only got it in like november of last year

47. Do you like competitive games?not really

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character?so long. i either have to make them gorgeous or beautifully hideous

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character?yah tbh lmao. i have like eight thief stone khajits in skyrim rn

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?i have a Lot of ideas and not all of them are good

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep?forgetting to sleep, yes. forgetting to eat? no 

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid?i was a very sheltered kid i didn’t know about new games coming out when i was little bc we didn’t have any way for me to find out About Them. i’m making up for it by begging as an adult for ni-no-kuni II and the new spyro trilogy remastered

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?depends on the game tbh some of it is good and a lot of ppl who make mods are rly talented but sometimes the big companies just make dlc to make more money so it can be rly shitty so it’s kinda a 50/50

54. Do you give in to Steam sales?heck yes rn i’m waiting for house flipper to go on sale bc i’ve been waiting for it to come out since i found out abt it

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them?no my style of playing the sims was more along the lines of make a hundred houses that are all P Much The Same House and making a hundred familys and never playing literally any of them hadflskja;sdfjdslkhja i just liked building stuff and that’s why i’m pissed abt how much they changed the sims three bc it used to be Way Better

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests?we didn’t have it but i did have zoo tycoon and i’d release the dinosaurs sometimes

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements?legend of spyro the eternal night

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick?uh!!! that’s too much pressure and i would get so bored playing them for the rest of my life even if i loved them so i will not choose

59. Do you play any cell phone games?sort of? i’m big into abyssrium and i like viridi if those Count?

60. Do you know the Konami Code???????????????????????? guess not

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever?keep them forever!

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game?i got the last guardian before getting the ps4 does that answer ur question? (jk that is not the only reason i wanted and got the ps4 but it was One big reason)

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? nah

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming?not really? i just use whatever i currently have bc i am lame

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file?nope

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it?not a nokia but we had this one handheld thing that had a bunch of games in it that included snake i just can’t remember what it was it had like letters and numbers and it needed like regular batteries and you could only play the games that came programmed on it 

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share?i cannot think of any right off the top of my head even though i know i played a lot of video games and loved them when i was little. hm it might not count as like a gaming-related childhood memory and more of just a memory of a game but we did have one really interesting little game that i absolutely loved i think we only rented it but u were a scientist who could turn into a mouse and it was absolutely amazing i loved it i have no idea what it was called hm

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool?not really we didn’t have arcades around where i grew up

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? there are a lot of rly good ones i can’t choose a best game

70. Very first game you ever beat? like i told anon i’m p sure it was crash bandicoot warped

WHEW this was rly fun thank u for enabling me it took me like two hours to answer this i’m so happy. ilu 2 man hope ur day has been rad!

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Days 24-25: The Desert Tour, Conclusion

The last two days of the desert tour were a bit of a blur. Between the hot tent, the firm, unfamiliar beds, and my constant shifting and coughing, none of us got a great night’s sleep in the desert. Steve and Jessica got up with the others to see the sunrise over the desert. Feeling quite bad–and remembering how my last dune-scaling excursion went the night before–I elected to stay behind and in bed.

We rode the camels back to the hotel. Jessica was clearly worried that I might not be up for it, but I just wanted to get back as quickly as possible. With the help of some more Advil, I was able to pull myself together and hold onto my camel for the 45-minute ride back. It was still an amazing ride, but we were all noticeably worse for wear compared to the night before.

At the hotel’s breakfast buffet, we half-consciously ate some assorted pastries before leaving to meet Brahim at the car.

As we drove out of Merzouga, I was again struck by the buildings. The town is filled with houses and apartment buildings. They all seem livable, but none seem finished. They are almost all made from the same generic bricks, which also sit in piles between the buildings. The sides of the buildings aren’t finished, and there are often gaps left between the bricks. As often as not, the buildings don’t have a roof so much as a top floor that they gave up in the middle of building. Maybe the people just add another floor to their homes whenever they run out of room.

We slept through much of the second day’s ride, but we did see some spectacular cities and desert oases.

Our main sights of the day were two gorges in central Morocco: Todgha Gorge and Dades Gorge. Both were very impressive. As hard as we tried, we couldn’t get any pictures that really captured their immensity.

At the Todgha Gorge, we got out of the car to walk about 50 yards in it. Steve and Jessica seemed to be enjoying themselves and taking their time. I kind of just wanted to get to the end so that I could get back into the car.

As we walked, there was a group of Moroccan kids coming up to tourists and offering “free” toy animals made from woven grass. I managed to keep them away with a glare—I must have looked even worse than I felt—but Steve and Jessica weren’t so lucky. After giving them two grass camels, one kid asked them for money to buy a football. Steve offered him some change, but the boy kept asking for more, enough to buy a football. Steve repeatedly refused to give him any more, and eventually the kid took the change and walked away.

As we entered the Dades Gorge, where we would be spending the night, we stopped at a vista point. Our guide pointed out a range of rounded craggy cliffs that the locals refer to as the “monkey fingers.”

Finally, further into the gorge, we checked into our hotel for the night. Brahim told us that there was a good vista of the gorge just a bit further up the road from our hotel. I wasn’t about to leave our room—I had a date with a shower, followed by about 12 hours of sleep—but Steve and Jessica wanted to try it.

That was fine with me, since the hotel’s shower was not exactly modest. The shower and toilet were in separate rooms, which was nice. But the shower stall opened up right into the room, which was not so nice.

After showering, I also took the opportunity to wash some of my and Jessica’s clothes in the sink. It was the first time of the trip that I had attempted this, and it went okay.

Steve and Jessica returned just as I was finishing up. It turns out that the “short walk” ended in a steep climb up a series of half a dozen switchbacks. After taking one look, they decided to call it a day and return home.

On the way, they stopped at a convenience store for Fantas, plus a Sprite for me when they got back.

Around this time, we learned that dinner wasn’t going to be served until 8:30, which was an hour or so away. Far more tired than we were hungry, we all decided to skip dinner and turn in early.

Meanwhile, I could tell that my cold was reaching a crisis point. I felt more clear-headed than I had earlier, but I was rapidly alternating between chills and sweating. I knew Steve and Jessica were already worried, so I decided to keep this development to myself for the time being.

As I drifted in and out of sleep, Steve and Jessica got to enjoy watching the Liverpool game on their phones.

The next day, we had another long car ride to get to Marrakech. Before we left the Dades Gorge, however, we asked Brahim to drive us up to the top of the switchbacks so that we could see the vista.

On the way, we stopped in a town that is apparently famous for creating rose oil and rose water. We visited a shop where they process roses on-site.

We were given a quick tour through the back room where they dry and distill the rosebuds. The worker giving the tour seemed more interested in the money our guide gave her—she held it clutched in her hand the whole time—but we still learned some interesting things. Apparently, it takes thousands of pounds of roses to produce even a small amount of rose oil. After the tour, we got a crash course in their various offerings.

Unlike the argan oil “pharmacy” we visited in Fes—where they carefully applied the sample oils so that we could smell a variety of their scents—the lady here slathered our hands and sprayed our faces with various oils and creams until we were practically dripping.

Next, we stopped in Ait Benhaddou, a medieval walled village that has been used as a filming site for many movies and TV shows, including Lawrence of Arabia, Gladiator, and Game of Thrones (or “Game of Trones,” as the signs kept saying). I stayed in the base of the village while Brahim guided Steve and Jessica up to the castle at the top of the hill.

While I was waiting, a nearby merchant kept trying to sell me a carpet. After I finally convinced him that I wasn’t interested, he pulled out a ginbri (a traditional instrument sort of like a banjo) and started playing. He was actually quite good, but I tried to not look like I was listening to him in case he tried to ask for a tip after.

At the top of the hill, Steve and Jessica had a spectacular view of the town and surrounding countryside.

We had lunch in a restaurant just outside the old town. Despite skipping dinner and having a light breakfast at the hotel buffet, I wasn’t hungry. Jessica and Steve split a tagine. We decided that that was how we should have been eating them from the start.

The rest of our day was a straight shot to Marrakech. Or rather, an uninterrupted shot, as our route took us on a sharply winding route through the High Atlas Mountains.

Finally, we arrived in Marrakech. Brahim dropped us off at the edge of the car-free zone in the medina, where our riad was. He waved over an old man with a wheelbarrow, who Brahim said would carry our bags to our riad for 20 dirhams (about $2). The man didn’t speak any English, but he guided us to our riad easily enough. When we got to the riad, Steve gave the man 20 dirhams, to which the man scoffed and demanded 30—in perfectly serviceable English. It was only a dollar more, so we gave it to him and went in.

After dropping our stuff off in our room, I was actually hungry for the first time in days. We went out to the main square of the medina and found an Italian restaurant run by a French couple. We were far past caring about sticking to local cuisine, so we went in with pleasure. Jessica got the pesto pasta she’d been craving for weeks, and Steve and I split a calzone. The food was mediocre at best, but it was a feast to us.

Utterly exhausted, we wandered back to our riad, getting lost on the way as is tradition.

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