#probably more areas im forgetting tbh

[geddy-leesbian]

RE4R photo mode with no distance limit: Burning Laboratory (Part 2/2)

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I believe this room was effectively Luis's bedroom, due to the couch and blanket. Most other areas associated with him (his laboratory on the island, the SW plaga research facility) don't have anything suitable for sleeping on, and don't even have blankets anywhere. While there are beds in his childhood home, I think him sleeping there is a lot less likely, due to all the rotting fruit and fish, the holes in the roof, etc. Because of the books in one bed and the mug on the headboard I think it's safe to say he did spend some time in his childhood home and may have even slept there occasionally, but I just can't believe it was where he slept most frequently given the overall state of the house.

Meanwhile the burning laboratory is very obviously a better place to live in, it's structurally sound, no risk of rain coming through the roof, it's clean… you get the point.

↑ Once he reaches the table, he stops moving and stands like that until the player reaches the room (or the timer runs out and he dies…) I found it a little interesting where he stops. Was the medicine in the cabinet behind the couch? Or was it somewhere else he wasn't able to reach so in his panic he just ran as far as he could and gave up at the dead end? (I'm aware the real reason is just that it made sense for him to stop there to wait for the player from a game design perspective, but humor me, I love coming up with in universe explanations for out of universe game design choices, it's more fun.)

bonuses:

(Please like/reblog if you found this post helpful in any way! Do NOT repost these screenshots without giving credit. I know these posts may seem simple, they're just screenshots, but they actually do involve a lot of time and effort on my part, time spent in photo mode zooming in on every single tiny detail to make sure I haven't missed anything important, as well as all the time sifting through dozens and dozens of screenshots to narrow it down to the 30 I deem most important <3)

[umahumahumah]

How do you recreate the Hetalia artstyle so well

ok so.. .uhhhhhhhhhh honestly i dont even know how. which is why i am obviously qualified to make YOU, yes you, the person reading this, a tutorial

i psoted an incomplete tutorial on the hetalia art style some few months back and when i look back at it now, some things are just straight up wrong or need clarification (also its the same post where i accidentally sent multiple death threats to a random sex worker thinking they were just a porn bot oopsies) so if you guys still remember that, forget about it! all of it!!! this is a brand new, more accurate guide on how to draw himas style!

(quick warning though im just a weeb not a professional teacher by any means so dont take this as gospel and dont get mad if i got something wrong or something is confusing)

himastyle tutorial! (the better one) part 1

(link to part 2 here)

ok lets start off with the

HEADS

this is just the way i start drawing my heads personally. if i had to describe it, its basically a simplified stylized version of the loomis head method. proko has a good video on it! just give that a quick watch then take a look at my step by step guide

but besides this, there are some important things about the head that you should remember

the shape of the head is generally rectangular

compared to more typical ikemen styles, hetalia characters have a more rectangular head. HOWEVER their chins taper off to a very triangular shape. rarely do the chins flatten out like the guy on the left.

2. shorter face = younger/more feminine appearance

well... self explanatory. you can see in the diagram how changing the length of the face gives a character a more feminine/childish look.

if you feel that something looks kind of off, feel free to change it, but if it looks okay then lets move onto facial features!!!

NOSES:

ok so this might seem a little weird but i like drawing the nose first. its right in the middle of the face and is generally the easiest to get right. it also kind of acts as a divider between the eyes, especially useful when you're drawing in a 3/4 angle

which kind of look something like that i guess.....

or that if you want something less extreme

anyways while hetalia noses are kind of inconsistent they generally have the shape of these three lines. feminine/childlike characters have a smaller and subtler nose though

noses also never face fully straight ahead, so when drawing a front view, the nose slightly faces right or left (tbh himas characters rarely face the camera head on, so id refrain from drawing frontal views altogether but thats just me)

anyways lets move on to my second favorite part of the hetalia art style

EYES:

the eyes are the most important part of himas style. if all else fails, you can always recognize the style by the eyes. luckily for you, the eyes really arent complicated compared to other anime styles :D here is how i do it:

(feminine and childlike characters have bigger eyes)

you have probably noticed this but the pupils hima draws now has a more squiggly teary-eyed look compared to the pupils he drew then...

i subcounciously do a mixture of the two because i got used to drawing the old type, but if you wanna draw the new type of pupils just take note of their squigly shape and that they have one dominant highlight in the upper-middle area. uhhh.. or if youre like me just draw the old eyes as if you have parkinson's

anyways heres a step by step guide

and some fun eye variations!!! you can try using variants if youd like to give an oc a more unique look (you can also try making your own variants too but be careful of straying too far from the style)

so now about the eyebrow and the eyelid.... uhhh the eyelid doesnt really have a consistent length so just draw it however. feminine and childlike characters have thinner eyebrows but even then eyebrows should never be drawn as just a single line

we are close to finishing the face!!! now we can move onto

MOUTHS:

if you know how to draw a typical anime mouth, then hima mouths is easy peasy!

for closed mouths just draw a curved line with two dark blots for the corners of the mouth

i think that giving them a shaky look makes them look more expressive

open mouths are just random blobs, dont close off the bottom though, and theys till have those dark blots at the corner of the mouth

now then i'll move onto the

EARS + CHEEKS:

i decided to combine these two since these are probably the easiest parts of the face

hima's ears are pretty round and don't really vary in shape. inside the ears though....

it isnt very consistent, so don't think too hard about "getting them right". above are some ear variations i drew from one of the latest chapters of the manga

the cheeks are just a bunch of lines that can appear fully, or only on one cheek, or don't appear at all. i think it depends on level of detail, angle, or the character's emotion

these lines do not appear on rendered pieces

also if a character feels especially displeased they will gain heavy eyebags

so yay! we're pretty much done with the face!! look forward next time to where i cover hair, the body, and other stuff idk... i'll link the other parts to each other when i complete them

[sushisocks]

DO U HAVE ANY ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS??? OR ANY AT ALL??

DO I HAVE ANGSTY SEAN HEADCANONS???!? Is my tumblr url sushisocks??? I'm including just a couple non-angsty ones that are v important to me bcz we're here to have fun, after all lolol

Lets start out with a light one; Sean absolutely has ADHD and dyslexia. Everybody knows Sean can't read, but nobody asks WHY Sean can't read despite frequent opportunities to learn. Based on the camp interactions with Lenny, we know he has been willing to attempt to learn, but has given up. This reads a lot more like learning disability to me, than it does laziness!!

In a similar vein; Sean taking frequent naps/falling asleep a lot is because he's a light sleeper - he has had a hard time falling asleep and staying that way ever since his father got murdered in his bed by the law. Left an impression Sean can't really shake even when surrounded by friends and allies - it's easier to nap when it's light out and people are awake in the area. Combine that with the ADHD and suddenly he's sleeping when he's not supposed to - like on guard duty.

Btw Sean has REAL BAD nightmares so that doesn't help at ALL either

Sean's mom probably passed when he was very young - he doesn't have any tangible memories of her in the same way he does his dad. Telling stories about him is how Sean keeps the only real family he had alive.

SIMILARLY I imagine it was just the two of them fleeing to America together; Sean was right there when Darragh got killed in his sleep - I imagine him waking up to a gunshot tbh.

In previous posts I've talked some about Sean's parallels and similarities to Arthur. Consider; Sean having similar self-esteem issues as Arthur, but instead of being quiet and disparaging about it, Sean covers it up by boasting and talking a big game. Nobody tries to talk Sean up because they all think he has a big ego, and it sort of just feeds into the insecurities Sean already has & is trying to avoid thinking about.

Also; Sean is generally an open book about his feelings, but he struggles a LOT with being truly vulnerable or getting at the deeper stuff. He'll also always downplay and make a joke out of truly traumatic and desperate situations he's been in. Though he DOES tell you what happened, he's chuckling and acting like it's nothing. (This isn't even a headcanon, he actually does this very consistently. It's why Karen is so mad at him in that one camp interaction after the party lol)

The only times Sean feels comfortable not being The Camp Clown is when Dutch isn't around, with a limited amount of people to witness. He still feels weird about the fact that he did actually try to kill him, when they first met, like he actually pulled the trigger (I feel like people are prone to forget this abt him), and he's never sure if Dutch might resent or distrust him a little for it. Same goes for Hosea.

A MacSummers one I came up w on discord literally yesterday; Sean has a Claddagh ring heirloom he got from his late mother through his late father. He gifts it to Lenny at some point, who doesn't realize the symbolism, just the sentimental value. Lenny wears it on a chain around his neck.

The previous one could work for MacJones too but tbh I think it hits harder for MacSummers lol (im biased)

Sean blocked out a lot of what he experienced while holed up at Ike Skelding's; the teethpulling and the burned feet were probably some of the lighter things he had to endure.

Sidenote the fact that his feet were fucking burned being as brushed off as it is makes me fucking insane. How bad were they burned Sean? Are you in pain atm? Should you be walking?

[rzyraffek]

Oh, oh! I got one!

okay okay, so, don’t feel pressured to write this if you do t want to, but what about slashers (Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, anyone else you wanna add) with a s/o who gets really distracted? Like, in the middle of doing something that should be simple, they zone out and forget what they were doing. (I have really bad ADHD so that’s why I’m asking-)

like, they even have to remind their s/o to take medicine and just nudges to get them back on track-

idk, do what you will with that idea, and again, thank u for ur time!!

btw, u look amazing today!!

You too look amazing today! Thanks for request! Why is everyone so spooked of requesting, the worst thing I can do is not answer🥰

Slashers with s/o that gets distracted A LOT

Sinclair Vincent

Imagine, s/o is in Vince workplace first time, he probably wants to turn them into wax figure, he leaves room for one second to grab some tools. Boom s/o is just walking around judging his wax figurines

Mans gonna be like 🧍in corridor when they are just amused by how cute and pretty some of those lil figurines are🥰

After they get along, Vince really enjoys slow walks thrue gallery or just near area, cuz its very pretty and there's no Bo screaming like child

He saw some pretty leaves, he went to pick them up so he can show them to s/o. He turn around... where.. where are they??!?!? Huuh did they leave him?? Dude will be overthinking hard. But after few minutes of looking for them, they just kinda spawn behind him "hey vince look i found this cool as rocks and then I saw deer's and I kinda fallowed them to this dope river come see!"they just grab his hand and lead him :(tbh vince was this close to mental break down, now he always holds hands

Myers Micheal

My dude is about to buy one of those backpack leashes that some parents have. He's like 80years young, ain't no way he's going to run around city looking for some guy who just saw pretty butterfly and almost got hit by a car 5times.

To be honest they should be ones making sure he won't just walk of and get lost in Forest judging by his age

When he notice that s/o didnt take their daily medicine he just takes it and slams it on desk/table next to them or just throws it at them! Take the pills dummy!

S/o calling him 'heya mickey im lost pick me up' happends twice per week. Really s/o be more careful pls

Voorhees Jason

If you thought that Vincent panicked? Oh this guy will have mental breakdown, cry and then search whole place

In forests signal sucks so they can't call him and screams won't do much cuz echo and Jason is mute so he cant yell back anyways

He won't buy leash but he will hold their hand 24/7 nuh uh you cant go run after those deers, no you can't go swimming we know what happend in 1957

Now he has ptsd and evertime he wakes up and doesn't see s/o in his eyesight he instantly thinks that she's in difrent country or dead

Heelshire Brahms

This dude knows the whole mansion no way he loses them here right?

Jokes on you brahms they are already on the other side of it

Even tho they are in closed space, which is safe and very known to Brahms it doesnt stop his abandment issues and... idk he has a lot of issues tbh. No matter how long he knows s/o he's is 100% sure that they are trying to leave.

He will probably speed run thrue corridors screaming their name and he just stubbles across them just watching paitinings on walls "this you? You were ugly ass baby" "WHERE WERE YOU" "I saw funny rats and i wondered where they have secret cheese hideout" "rats?😰" (its a reference to my old fic where brahms was beaten up by rats and now hes spooked of them)

He has calendar with highlighted date everyday they have to take pills and how many so every morning when s/o wakes up they see his face like few centimetres away from theirs, with aggressive eye contact holding pills "it is time my love" " oh :("

I added brahms cuz hes goofy, have wonderful day person reading this!! And never be spooked to ask for headcanons! We love that

[oumaheroes]

ok ok I know you're probably busy and all and you just wrote something for an anon buuuuut im begging for some ireland and north bonding, i loved reading your england and north fic seeing england telling north no but north saying ireland would let him was hilarious tbh. need some irish bois being nice to eachother pls

All for you, Anon

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Bog Bodies

On his haunches, North took a sip of water from his bottle with one hand and rummaged about his rucksack with the other. The findings were poor: some sandwiches at the bottom under his jacket, now partially squashed, a packet of crisps that had miraculously not popped after he’d sat on the bag forgetting that they were in there, and one lone chunk of Yellowman. Abysmal. He should have thought to pack more, he knew that this wasn’t going to be a short adventure. A Jammey Joey at least.

‘How long do you think they’ll be till they’re done?’ He asked his brother, glancing up at him and jerking his head towards the action they’d spent most of the day secretly watching. ‘Till they finish up here, like.’

Ireland shrugged lazily, ‘Until they’re done finding things, I expect. There’s a lot of peat to cover.’

‘Okay, how long till we’re done.’

‘Till it feels time to go.’

In comparison to North squatting on the floor like a grubby troll- he’d been standing for hours and he was tired- his older brother was leant against a wide, fat oak, his long arms crossed over his chest. He was looking at the happily buzzing archaeologists in the distance carefully, watching for their discoveries or any misbehaviour North couldn’t quite tell. The humans been there ever since the news of the headless corpse the day before, having swarmed the old bog as soon as they’d been alerted, and had been ferrying their equipment to and fro and generally making a big mess of the place ever since. Ireland and North had come to join them not long after, watching them map out the area and begin to excavate whilst the land owners waited on the sidelines.

North eyed Ireland’s own much fatter and well-stocked bag enviously, ‘They’ve already found the most important thing, though.’

Ireland snorted and grinned, ‘That’s subjective.’

‘Not really. Headless ancient corpse versus...?’

Ireland rolled his eyes but didn’t reply.

‘Could always be another in there, I suppose.’ North stood and shook out his feet.

‘Might well be. That sort of thing was common.’

‘They seem to be popping up all the time now.’

‘More in Denmark.’ Ireland ruffled his floppy hair off his forehead and recrossed his arms, ‘But different thing, obviously.’

A bog body was a bog body, as far as North could see. Tanned, leathery skin, well preserved nails and hair. Facial features which looked more lifelike than North would like if he were honest with himself, younger and closer to the modern day than could first be perceived considering the age of some of the finds. Many hundreds, sometimes thousands of years old. Where they came from and how they came to be in the bog in the first place was generally as unknown from one case to another, but the morbid curiosity about them was the same. Quick peeks into the past always held a draw.

This was different though, as Ireland had said. This was theirs. Or rather, the man they had found this time around chopped in half in the peat was Ireland’s.

More than even that, North realised. The discovery of this ancient person was more Patrick’s the person than anyone other than their close family would ever know. Someone he might once have known personally and things he might have owned, a culture he had once shared and understood and encompassed. His personal history as well as his people’s, depending on how old this particular find was.

‘You hoping they find something that you once dumped in there?’ North asked him, trying to sound nonchalant about the question.

Ireland let out a bark of laughter, ‘Not here. Might not look like much now but this place was special. Too special to piss about around.’

‘But you dumped stuff in other places, then.’

‘Not dumped.’ Ireland corrected, ‘I used to leave little wooden figures about here and there.’ He held up his hands about a foot apart, ‘Maybe this big. Added along to ceremonies people held or whenever I passed by alone.’

‘What for?’

‘What for is a question.’ Ireland frowned thoughtfully and glanced back out to the archaeologists. ‘Several reasons. Luck, offerings, promises. Can’t remember all of them. Copied what Mama used to do.’

Several branches of questions opened up at once. His brothers didn’t talk about their mother or childhood often- topics easily brushed off or for some reason hard to bring up in the first place- and North always felt uncomfortable poking at the former. Mama was a parent who was potentially his, but wasn’t, someone he felt that he should love and respect when she was as distant to him as a God was.

Sensing that this was an opportunity he shouldn’t waste, North carefully chose the avenue he felt would yield the most answers.

‘What were the idols of?’

‘People, Gods, us, animals.’ Ireland waved a hand, ‘I’ll make you one sometime. Been a while since I practiced. Or Alisdair can, his used to be half decent. Don’t ask Rhys though, his are shit.’

‘They might find one.’

‘Might do. Wood rots though.’

‘So does skin, and look what happened.’

A scurrying of men and women along their walkway and back to far afield cars made them both pause, something small and wrapped carried amongst them. The spiked edges of their talk floated back to their spot in the trees, high and excited. It was empty landscape, no human activity apart from the archaeology dig, but North could feel a thrum in the air, the last notes of what first called him and his brother to this place. Something he couldn’t name but which connected him to everything.

Stay, stay. Watch, and remember.

North wasn’t really too sure why he was here. This was his brother’s land after all, his brother’s ancient people and lost ways, not his, but still this was connected to him somehow. Or, it was better to say that it was something he was connected to, something that was apparently important for him to witness for his people’s benefit- the circle of time connecting him to his siblings’ past to fill him in on what he had missed.

There was so much of his brothers’ lives which came before him. North felt Croghan Hill at his back, heavy and looming in the summer sun. How many different peoples had that hill seen? How many of North’s own family, past his sibling’s mother and beyond? So many mortal lives caught in its shade, so many centuries before he’d even been thought of. What had any of this got to do with him, he who couldn’t understand the significance of what was being found.

‘This is for you too, you know.’ Ireland seemed to sense something of what North was thinking. He tilted his head to one side, his eyes still on the dig site and the treasures within, ‘All connects back to a point we’re both a part of.’

‘The bog bodies?’

‘Not just them, or any of what they find like this. What they represent.’ He turned to North, the usual jokey expression in his eyes replaced with something more serious, ‘It’s a culture that’s not here anymore but that is still a part of us, even if we can't see it. It matters the same to both of us.’

‘But it wasn’t mine is it.’ North dug his hands into his jean pockets, ‘I wasn’t alive to experience it. I don’t even know what any of that was for.’

Ireland looked at him, face unreadable, then looked away. ‘If you say so.’

North looked at him. ‘What?’

Ireland shrugged, ‘If you say so.’

‘What do you mean, if I say so?’

‘If you think this has nothing to do with you, then who am I to tell you any different.’

‘Wh- I don’t..’ North clicked his tongue, ‘What the fuck does that mean.’

‘What? You wanted me to tell you something different?’

‘No-‘

‘You want me to sit here and hold your hand and tell you there there babby, everything’ll be grand?’

‘No! Christ, fuck off, then.’

Ireland shrugged again, one armed and apathetic, and turned away. North felt his cheeks heat up.

‘It’s true, isn’t it? That out there’s for you, that’s your old people.’

‘Sure.’

‘Well then. Then, what’s it got to do with me?’

Ireland shook his head, his mouth downturned in disappointment or frustration. ‘Why are you asking me? You seem to have your own opinion.’

‘Why’d you have to be a cunt about it.’

Ireland snorted, ‘Being a cunt am I-‘

‘You are. You’re-‘

‘Rather that than a thick-headed child.’

‘-brushing me off, it was a valid fucking question.’

‘It wasn’t a question; you were simpering for something.’

North recoiled, ‘Simpering-!’

‘Aye, you were.’ Ireland’s cheeks were ruddy in the high way they did only when he got truly annoyed about something, ‘You wanted me to convince you that this does matter to you, give you a clean old line of evidence that you can take away and make yourself feel better with. I already did that enough and I ain’t arguing my point. You either take what I said and try to make sense of it, or you don’t. I’m not going to stand here and put up with you begging for validation.’

North clenched his jaw, his teeth aching with the pressure of not immediately shouting back.

‘People will take voiced doubt as truth.’ Ireland continued, stepping closer. He was still taller than North, still holding the upper ground, and North had for remind himself not to take the automatic instinct to step back, ‘Makes them question and think when they might not have done before. And you feeding into self-pity is pissing annoying. It’s pathetic; I don’t want to hear it.’

‘It was a question.’ North felt a shameful sting in his eyes. He pushed away the knowledge that his brother had hit on a truth he hadn’t him to voice, ‘I-‘

‘It wasn’t a question, don’t give me that. You wanted me to tell you why any of that-‘ a sharp wave of Ireland’s hand towards the humans on the bog, ‘-is for you.’

North swallowed, the core of it too cleanly said to deny, ‘Yes.’

Ireland shook his head, ‘Think for yourself, boy. Did you feel a need to come here?’

‘Yeah.’

‘If I hadn’t called you, if I hadn’t come, would you have anyway?’

North nodded. He would have, it wasn’t a feeling that could be ignored.

‘Then that’s your confirmation. That’s important for you and yours too, that’s it.’

‘But why.’

‘How the fuck should I know. I don’t have it all written down here in rules, now do I.’ Ireland moved back to his spot against the tree, standing there stiff, ‘You’re supposed to have a brain, you tell me.’

North shrugged helplessly, ‘Because my people are interested? Because it’s news. Because it’s an older culture of this island and people want to look for something recognisable that they’ve kept?’

Ireland’s expression didn’t change, ‘And what do you think is true?’

‘I dunno, all of them?’ North let out a breath, ‘A little bit of all of them for different people.’

As he said it, he felt that it was probably true. There wasn’t one good answer but the fact was that he was here to watch anyway. Ireland was right, that meant something, even if North didn’t know exactly what.

Ireland waited a while before speaking, as if he was waiting for North to say something more or question him again. When neither were forthcoming, he nodded and leant back more easily against the tree trunk, crossing his feet and the ankles to rest on his heels, ‘I’m not here because all in that there bog was a culture I was part of. I’m here to watch it dragged out of the dirt because it’s something that will mark the people today. Look for what’s the same and not what’s different, you’ll never get anywhere otherwise.’

The ancient hill and the shiny metal cars that now drove around it, small and modern under forgotten giants. The same could be said about them and the archaeologists: Ireland watching the return of something he’d lost, and North watching it unfold to learn what would become a part of him, as the humans picked it all from the peat. The old and new, two sides of the same coin used for any purpose humans chose.

North pressed his lips together, his throat feeling tight. ‘Yeah. I get it.’ He paused, ‘Thanks.’

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ireland shake his head with a small smile, ‘You called me a cunt.’

‘You are a cunt.’

‘Ouch.’ Ireland held a hand to his chest in mock injury, ‘That hurt my feelings.’

‘You don’t have any feelings.’

‘In that case, I won’t share what’s in my bag.’

North looked to it, then back to his brother. His stomach rumbled, ‘I was wrong.’

‘Thank you.’

‘You’re not a cunt.’

‘I know, I’m so lovely.’

‘What’s in the bag?’

Ireland toed it with his shoe and grinned, ‘Just cheese sandwiches.’

‘I take it back; you are a cunt.’

‘Your loss.’

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AN:

Bog Bodies are human remains found in old peat bogs. The make up of the soil- the lack of oxygen and the particular mineral make up- is wonderful for preserving organic material by tanning it to almost leather. The result is perfectly preserved people, down to the hair on their heads or the pores of their skin

This story is set in 2003 and the discovery of Old Croghan Man, noted in different sources to have been found in May or June near Croghan Hill which the man was named after. The hill is very old and part of ancient and surviving modern local mythology, but the area itself was also regarded as something very special, a portal from our world to another beyond

Bog bodies ended up where they did for a variety of reasons: murder, accident, or even sacrifice. The old Irish Kings, as is one theory suspected for Old Croghan Man, could be held responsible for bad weather, or a bad harvest, and sacrificed to appease the Gods in the bog

More sources, if you're interested:

Thanks for reading!

[cannibal-nightmares]

probably ssmi-disturbjng nonsensical vent ramble because I can't sleep

thinking about how i van get free councilling from the local college from to-be shrinks in training--thinking abt how id be some college yuppies pipedream (or nightmare), a schizo in the flesh. i donf actually restrict defining myself as schizophrenic, but-sorry-the things I need therapy for agitate me so bad, I'll admit it, and I'd want a seasoned professional if I want to get anywhere beyond teaching someone like a lab rat; thats not lack of compliance, its self-awarness. tbh I will actually probably try this route but i also know too clear the reality.

the reason I care about this at all all of a sudden is: I've reallized just what it's going to look like. i need help i do i want to see these doctors and i *have* do you hear me i *have* and I've *tried* and I *continue* to try; I've let them poke at me and ask questions and drag me along--each time, whether they notice it or not, whether it becomes morethanclear, whether I noticed in the moment and say it out loud or if I keep it to myself or if I realize it afterwards, each time i hear overwhelming voices and see stuff. I learned recently rhat my last doc wrote almost a mini psych eval at each meet we had, and in her notes, on each day, she wrote something like "patient is calm, not anxious" etc, but did you know every time I saw her, the room would melt and it was so distractinf. jve had docs get annoyed with me for carrying around a list or script but man I can't remember anything or form any words when everything around me is sinking into the floor. this is all to say, this is all to say, if I want my medical help to be successful, I need someone in my corner to say, "Hey, he might be schizo but please god listen to him," and learne better coping skills even though my current skills are so off the shits at this point that I ended up teaching my last,shrink from a year ago new things aaahhh I just need it in writing that I am not dangerous they all have gotten so scared of me when it's just me who's terrfied of them and forces beyond fhem.

it's a long long story at this point but they're trying to refer me to a neurologist again. which *is* what my original goal was (because thats where my original pcp had me). and I *will* follow through if the path leads there. but. i have so many physical problems now I (also?) want them to redo a general exam. tbh I kinda thought thatsnwhere they'd restart.these people don't know me at all. eleven minutes, she spoke to me for 11 minutes. when I had a regular pcp, one ofnthe *first* things I mwntipned was a weird pain in my left side right behind my bottom ribs. it was dull an inconsistent but I told her. she poked at it, etc, ans told me, quote--I will never forget this--"there's not really much over there that this could be." nothing? oh really nothing? is there just a void in my abdomen over there? im saying this because it's still a problem. ofc it's only gotten worse. it's sharp and it moves around tjat general area. and it wakes me up and scares me. why did they leave me to the wayside why am I still here. I feel like that is/was such an easy look-at than all of my nerve problems and yet? also I repeated myself every time I saw her that it was still an,issue. "it's too expensive to--" ok money means nothing to me if I'm dead. if this was a little thing that has exploded into life or death, I'm going to lose my mind.

im convinced im a dead man walking. I don't think im actively dead, but that im good as dead. my second best plan of action is to wait for the jnsurance market to open november 1st, my first best plan is only the best if I get the gamble and the timing right--high risk high reward. ill be honest, I've thought about walking into an er and admitting myself but they're going to focus on the wrong thing; the social worker I saw recentlyn was concerned for my mental health, sure, but she was more concerned and angry for me that my physical issues have been strung along from day one. if I'm not already insane, fhis is going to drive me to the edge. it already has. ill admit I've thought about doing stupid reckless things to land me somewhere closer to where I need to be. thisnsystem is going to eat me Alive I know it; the best case scenario is in 10 years (if I live thatclong) I will look back on all of this as an embarrassingly funny memory.

fheres *one* thing I haven't mentioned to a single soul yet but it's because idk how. it's like a beast in cage that hasn't realized the door is open yet. I have some major delusions around *it* and idk how to face it alone. but I also don't knownhow to invite anyone into this world. thisnis also why I wouldn't mind a shrink. byt I'm a special case aren't I? I hate it. I don't want to be special. I literally sound like a TV stereotype don't I.

I'm shooting blind shots in the dark at this point why are people mad at me that nothing is landing? I have this constant g overwhelming feeling of I want to go home. i want a hug and i want to go home. There is no physical home is there im in my room rn and I want to go home it's pathetic at this point. I didn't wait. do you hear me? I didn't. I've been in this since the end of 2021. where are we? why didn't they listen to me? I keep finding myself asking that. I know thisnwhole thing is just me repeating myself but there is literally nothing else I can do rn. all I can rn is wait for my nurse to reply back to me. my nerves are on fire and they keep waking me up as cruel reminders. I just want to go home. I am selfishly tired of being the strong one at work. why is it always me? selfishly, why? in one breath im the crazy untrustable young schizo and in the next breath I am the battering ram, the pillar, the mediator, the steady voice of reason. verstehst?? "mad is the man forced to feel the emotion he is forbidden to have at the same time." I,dont wanf to talk about it, I just want to go home.

"I slide off the spectrum, I don't fall anywhere. I'm not counting errors."

[vampsickle]

rockstar. ☆ ( dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, use of petnames, not rly rough? maybe kind of, rockstar 3dante is so sexy, you both fuck in a bathroom sorry, unprotected sex, dirty talk, no plot..

☆ wc - 2.4k

☆ a/n - i saw this art of dante as a guitarist and my brain short circuited tbh. hes so sexy :( sorry im only writing for 3dante but im also not bc the lack of 3dante smut is criminal !! anyway. enjoy or dont. i run out of ideas fast so nvr forget request are open -_- and it doesnt just have to be dmc.. im open for whateva! also not proofread i wrote this at like 2am gn

☆ synopsis - you’ve been a big fan of a certain rock band, fixated on the lead guitarist: dante. when you arrive at the concert, you get to see said guitarist, and maybe receive more from him.

Dante’s been touring around the country for a while now. It’s no surprise he’s the latest heart throb, with his long hair— which is also the color of snow, and his beautiful blue eyes which would capture the entire audience. His guitar skills are no joke. Honestly, he’s probably more popular than the band itself. Dante and his band had arrived in tour state, and you bought tickets for the concert just in time, all while thinking up a plan to meet him. And maybe get him in bed.

You’ve been telling your friends about this for months now, how you’ll meet him at his tour bus, looking all cute— and he couldn’t refuse you. At least, that’s how you’d hope it play out. He was around your age, anyway. And guys like him are always desperate for something. Being a rockstar like him, with no breaks, just making music and not even getting to go home to someone you love must be exhausting.

You make yourself sad thinking of it, so you stop, instead focusing on how pretty he is. Your small radio plays their songs and you hum along as you apply your makeup. 

It’s been about an hour deciding on your outfit- - so you put on a black mini skirt with black sheer stockings, and some black arm sleeves with small opaque roses sewn into them. Your nails are painted red, Dante’s favorite color. 

At least— that’s what he said in an interview. His brother, Vergil, liked the color blue. They are twins, you suddenly remember. But both their voices are so different from each other and so is their clothing. 

-

Your friend picked you up around 8pm, just thirty minutes before the concert. The night chill hits you and your uncovered skin erupts in goose bumps. Luckily you aren’t waiting too long before hopping in your friend’s car. She beams at you, excitedly babbling about the band, even more excited over the fact that you’ll both get autographs from the band members. You’re just as excited, except not only excited for the concert and autographs, but for your little plan as well. At least— If it all works. Hopefully Dante won’t think you’re some creep and put a restraining order on you. The though itself freaks you out.

Upon arriving, you and your friend breeze through the line, not bringing any bags. Besides— what for? You kept your cards in your pockets just so you could buy some water. You’re both hopping together in excitement, making your way into the venue, hurrying to your assigned seats. Unfortunately neither of you had the money to get into the mosh pit.

Red and blue lights flash— and your eyes are fixed on the guitarist. God— he’s totally gorgeous. His guitar is so cool too. Now you dance and basically scream to their songs, holding your friends hand, and singing into each others faces.

——

It’s been about three hours, you feel exhausted from dancing and jumping, but the adrenaline rushes into your body when everyone starts rushing towards the autographing area. You pull your friend along, holding her hand tight so you don’t lose her. The unfortunate thing is, even if you do get his autograph, you’ll have to wait til everyone clears out so you can get Dante alone.

The line moves faster than you expected, everyone squealing and buzzing with excitement once they received an autograph. Dante’s all smiles, spinning his pen in one hand, and chatting away. Strands of hair have fallen over Vergil’s head, his cheeks are flushed, but he smiles.. Well, he kind of smiles. Just based off of interviews you’ve seen with him in them, he doesn’t seem to be the friendliest person. That’s alright though, you aren’t here for him.

You’re starstruck when you finally arrive up to Dante, your confidence draining— but you won’t stand there stunned. No, instead, you lean forward so he could get a good view of your cleavage. His mouth dries up, now he’s nervous, trying not to stare directly at them.

“I’m, like, your biggest fan, Dante. Can you sign right here?” by ‘here’ you mean your breasts and Dante chuckles nervously, a rosy color blossoming on his cheeks.

“Yeah—! ‘Course, babe.” if he hadn’t been so shocked by your confidence— and boobs, then maybe he would’ve been up for more conversation. After all, he’s still hormonal, and doesn’t really get any action, despite what everyone thinks. 

Another hour goes by and you’re still sitting close to where Dante and the others are seated, kicking your legs and sipping on water, while your friend has her head resting on her arms— probably asleep. Then the line is gone, and they’re all wrapped up. You gently wake up your friend, softly telling her she should go home, and you’d get a cab back to your place. She reluctantly agrees, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious attitude, but she’s too tired to prod. 

Dante’s leaning back against a wall, drinking from a water bottle that he pulled out from their cooler. Vergil’s gone, maybe using the restroom, or he just left. You take deep breaths, inhale, then exhale. Sauntering over to the guitarist, you gently grab his hand, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh— Hey, pretty girl. Didya need something..?” you didn’t expect him to be so shy, especially not when he’s up on stage, screaming and running around, playing his guitar like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe he’s just not good with talking to people who are interested in him.

“Yeah, I do.. I need you, Dante.” 

“Like— right now?”

“Uh-huh. Can you show me what else your hands can do?” 

“Damn, yeah, yeah— sure. Not out here though,” 

You smile at how he’s nearly breathless, squeezing your hand and pulling you away, off towards a one person bathroom. His grip is so tight that it almost hurts, but you chalk it up to him simply being desperate. It’s 1:30 am and you’re surprised you still have the energy to even move. Dante holds you close to his chest and backs up from the door before slamming it shut, fiddling with the lock. You’re leaning against the sink, watching him struggle- he’s so cute. 

He looks so tense, his jaw tightened, but you’re up next to him again. Dante audibly swallows, leaning down so he could kiss you, captivated by you. You’re a siren and he’s a foolish sailor who’s answered your call. Or.. Maybe he’s not foolish. Just horny. 

“Can I show you how much I like you, Dante?” you hum sweetly, and he only nods in response. Wherever this newfound confidence came from— you have no idea. Now finally, you can get with him. Even if it’s in a public restroom. It’s pretty clean though, so you’re fine with it. 

You’ve lowered yourself onto your knees, looking at Dante with doe eyes, and suddenly he’s fumbling with his belt buckle. His eyelashes are as white as snow, just like his hair, baby blue eyes watching you— watching him. It feels like an eternity when he finally gets the damn buckle un-buckled, then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, his thumb now pressed on his zipper. The satisfying sound of the zipper being pulled down makes you wet. He smells really good, too. You palm him through his bright red boxers, smiling to yourself at the color choice, then tugging them down enough to free his cock.

His fingers are trembling and then he clenches his fists, your crimson colored nails catching his eyes, watching your hand pump him slowly. Dante moans softly, eyes half lidded, his toes curling in his boots. He thinks you’re gorgeous, and how he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s uncharacteristically silent.

But he won’t be silent for long, not when you’ve wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing along the underside of his shaft. The few veins on his cock that are pumping blood to his pretty pink tip throb when your tongue glides across them, and Dante groans, one hand instinctively reaching to hold some of your hair.

He tilts his head back until it hits the door, and you start to bob your head faster, making sure to breathe through your nose. He’s so big that you keep gagging when he hits the back of your throat, but you close your eyes, only focusing on him. You want to remember this.

“You don’t.. don’t have to— Oh, god,” Dante has to remember that the staff are still out there, and maybe his own band mates. This is not how he expected his night to go, honestly, he expected to get into the tour bus and read some porn mags and maybe try and quietly jerk off in his bunk. 

He cums faster than he wanted to, trying to think of something else, but he’s embarrassed now. On the other hand you swallow it all, or, most of it. A bit of it leaks from the corner of your mouth and Dante inhales sharply, using his thumb to wipe it off, his chest heaving.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, tucking himself halfway back into his boxers, leaning over so he could pick you up. You make an effort to hold yourself up, but he picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing at all. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, rockstar..” your hands card through his hair which is so soft, softer than yours.. Maybe you’d ask him which products he uses later. Dante chuckles quietly, taking long strides to the sink, and kissing you so deeply you could pass out. 

Even if he could taste himself on your mouth, he didn’t care, it just turned him on. Was that weird? If you both had more time together, you’d offer more of yourself to him, maybe you could both get fully undressed. Dante props you up on the sink, then he’s greedily squeezing your breasts, staring intently at where he autographed on you. 

“At least I get to touch them now.. Jesus,” he’s talking to himself mostly, but it’s fine if you hear, your heart racing at how he toyed with him. 

“Sorry, baby, we had to skip the foreplay.. Uh— Can I still..?” 

“I wanted this, Dante. I don’t care if you tear up this pussy.”

Your vulgar words make him moan softly, so he steps back to pull down your lace panties, looking at your glistening heat. He’s shocked at how wet you are, face flushed just knowing it’s all for him, and he subconsciously raises one finger to run up your slit. Your entire body reacts, and you whine, wanting him to just put it inside you already.

“Yeah, yeah.. I know, baby.” he grins to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and he pulls himself back out- jerking himself off a few times. Dante pulls you off the sink, holding you with one arm, so you wrap your legs around him. Suddenly his eyes widen and his grip loosens on you, only slightly.

“Damn— I don’t have a condom on me, baby,”

“‘s okay, I’m on the pill, please- just put it inside me, Dante.” 

His response is his cock pushing itself inside you, and your legs tighten around his waist, squeezing his biceps. You both moan at the sensation, and once Dante bottoms out he relishes the feeling of you. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, already, pretty girl.” you can’t respond, still processing all of this, so Dante begins to thrust inside you. Both of his hands squeeze and fondle your ass, instead using you, like you were his own flesh light. Maybe you were okay with that. He takes a couple steps back to lean against the wall, holding you tight, continuing to move you back and forth on his cock. 

Dante buries his face into your tits, moaning and biting at the fabric of your shirt, his nails digging into your ass whenever you tug on his hair. 

Now he’s moving you again, pulling you off of him which makes you cry out softly, bending you over the sink. He shushes you, rubbing himself along your dripping heat, aggressively slamming his hands on the sink to hold himself there. Dante’s planting soft kisses to your temple as he thrusts back inside of you, your walls constricting around him, his hips slapping against your ass. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, makeup absolutely ruined, your lipstick smeared. But he’s just as bad, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his arms tingling, plus he’s moaning and panting like a dog in heat.

“You’re my— fuck- my favorite, oh—“ he gasps, thrusts messy and uncoordinated, slamming into you with no remorse. 

“Am I your favorite, baby? I wanna hear you say it,” his teeth grit at the last part, trying to hold on, but the way you’re squeezing around him makes Dante lose it. 

“Yes! Dante— you’re my- my favorite!” you sob and writhe underneath him, shakily moving your arm to furiously rub your own clit, as Dante chases his own high. When he opens his eyes and gets a good look at your fucked out face in the mirror, he throws his head back and shoots himself inside you. You cum shortly after him, both of you panting hard, attempting to catch your breaths. 

He doesn’t want to pull out, wanting to stay in your welcoming heat, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Finally, he pulls out, and the both of you whimper at the loss of each other. 

“Hey.. Let- let me clean you up..” Dante spoke quietly, stumbling to get some toilet paper, gently wiping the cum that was leaking out of you. You jerk away from his touch, but he holds your thigh, pulling your panties up for you. What a gentleman.

You’re pretty sure that your voice is completely broken, and you’re also hoping no one heard the both of you. Smoothing your skirt, you fall into Dante’s arms, teary eyes gazing into his tired ones. 

“Can I come with you, Dante? I’ll be a real good girl, promise..” you croak, and he smiles, cupping your cheek. He kisses you, softly now, and you both smell like sweat and sex, but who cares. Dante didn’t think he was this emotional, already attached to a girl he had sex with in a public restroom, but you’re just as attached— maybe more.

There’s an angry knock on the door. 

“Are you both done? I’ve been waiting for 40 minutes, Dante. Get out.” Vergil’s voice makes your ears burn— had he heard everything the both of you were up to?

Dante carefully unlocks the door and hesitantly opens it, still holding you close, a goofy grin on his flushed face.

“Oh.. Hey, Verge! Didn’t know you were still here. So, listen, uh..”

You give a small wave, a tired, but lopsided smile on your features. 

“Can she come with us?” 

[cerealmonster15]

irt your tags (nothing negative, genuine speculation here), i wonder if it's a matter of perspective concerning the notes. like i see what you mean by being more specific in the notes, those are a good place to elaborate further about what's in there. as I see it, the tags are the full list of warnings a la "does the dog die" and other sites like that, while the notes are individual warnings for each chapter + background stuff. i write a lot of multi-chapter fics or vignette stuff, so having the notes be individualized tag specifications helps but I still feel the need to include it in the main tags as a full warning of what this particular fic will contain. like i dont want to suddenly jump someone with a discussion about gender identity in the middle of something, even when it's the most casual conversation and very blase. so instead of the reader coming across a note that says "there's gonna be gender discussion here" when they werent warned previously, i'd rather have a messy tag about gender discussions and then use the note to flag which chapter it is and how it plays out (eg how explicit, its function, etc.).

but that's just me, your thoughts def got me thinking though and its interesting to see how people interpret the archive tags - especially since i know that some people see them both as warning and advertisement

[about this post talkin ao3]

oh huh yeah i guess i didnt really think about the notes as like, extra misc warning spot! i mean kind of- im sure ive seen people use it that way and just not remembered lol. like it seems to me the notes are a much looser optional area - sometimes i dont read them [usually i do tho. i like bonus lore LOL] [but also sometimes i just forget to read even the tags and get jumpscared, but thats all a Me Thing lmao]

but i mean i think thats all super good! i dont disagree lol. having some messy tags isnt bad at all i dont think, within reason. i never thought much about multi chapter fics bc i both dont write them and barely ever read them [i am suddenly reminded one of the few multi chap fics i DO read updated recently and i forgot!!! i still gotta read it!!!]

i know for me i like to use the notes as like bonus thought process rattling zone and also bc i tbh struggle to tag things lol. im pretty sparse in the actual tags cuz i feel like thats where the core info should go, and then i do my "here's my thought process and the various hurdles i ran into every 5 seconds" rambling in the tags before/after lol, bc i figure thats just extra people can skip if they just wanna read the story. and i dont really write much in the way of triggering topics usually so i dont personally have extra stuff to warn about. that's an interesting take on how you use them! and probably very helpful lol. i'll have 2 remember that if i ever try to be brave for a multi chapter fic lmao

[kamassa-river]

Happy one-year anniversary of rdo being declared dead! Here’s a list of things that will never be added or fixed/finished now! Yeehaw

The Land of Opportunities. We’ll never get a proper conclusion to the Mrs LeClerk storyline.

Blood Money. Yes blood money was 99% a letdown/absolute joke but I still wanted to see some kind of conclusion to stealing the gems.

Also just more smaller blood money contracts. Those little 3-part missions were fun and y’all can argue with the wall idc

Expansions to ALL the roles, like rockstar promised.

Meeting the VDL gang. Idk, it just bothers me that many of the strangers in online are antagonists and/or the creepiest strangers you could possibly have picked (im looking at you, aberdeens). Seeing the gang before the blackwater incident, even if it’s in a very small/limited way, would have been a million times more interesting. (and probably brought in a lot more players)

(putting the rest below because this got rather lengthy and i’ve been adding to it for a while)

Fixing all the shit broken with the naturalist role. Legendary animal spawns are inconsistent as fuck, the Protect Legendary animal free roam event has a 50/50 chance of bugging out and not finishing, i dont remember the harriettum animal transformations ever working properly, etc, etc.

Minigames! I wanna play five-finger filet! I wanna get absolutely destroyed at dominoes! (i still have no idea how to play dominoes) High-stakes poker out on the riverboat!

solo/private lobbies!

all the unreleased colour variants of the quickdraw club items. (i would pay so much gold for to get my grubby little hands on different variants of the rowberrow shirt).

Alternate gunbelts. I just.. I hate the way the off-hand holster sits. It’s ugly, looks impractical (i read somewhere ages ago that a holster like that is meant for when youre on horseback/sitting and need quick access, but dont quote me on that), not to mention how badly it clips through the character model, so i would gladly have paid a lot of gold to get a gunbelt that has both the holsters at the hips instead of ...that.

More horses? All the story mode characters’ horses, and the sable champange foxtrotter, the reverse few spot appaloosa, and whatever the fuck old man jones arabian is. Just... I would have loved to see some of the exsting breeds get the foxtrotter/turkoman/mustang treatment with some new colours and improved stats (ESPECIALLY the non-multiclass breeds, who only have 2-3 colours and rockstar tend to forget exist)

while on the topic of horses - more saddles and stirrups and customization options in general. I wanted some stirrups that give the +2 speed/acceleration that dont look like a huge hunk of plastic. And more colourways for the collector saddlebag. And the option to have the lantern harness without the actual lantern. And more loose/unkempt mane colourways that actually match more than one or two horses. And- And-

Properties :’( I imagine they were probably meant to be added together with the conclusion to LeClerk’s story, ending with us clearing our name and unlocking the option to buy a homestead of some sort. (Idk how fun properties would even be tbh, but i hate that it’s just never happening)

speaking of things that everyone and their mother were yelling at rockstar about since the dawn of time: HEISTS. Proper ones. That have multiple steps and multiple ways to do them. That pay well.

Some sort of gifting system between players. A shared lockbox for your posse where everyone can deposit and withdraw items or money. Actual trading. Idk, just let me give my low level friend some ammo dang it.

Revamping some areas of the map that would have been cool to see “before” how they were in story mode. Like Colter and Hanging Dog before it was abandoned, or Van Horn before the sheriff’s office burned down. They could have done a bunch of interesting things w the map if they had done more of a time skip between online and the main story.

A proper photo mode for online. Plop us into a temporary solo session and let us fuck around with poses, props, camera settings, lighting etc etc.

Also just... fix the photo booth maybe?

In general, if they’re not going to do anything with rdo, they could have turned it into more of a sandbox thingy/situation and have ended things on a better note and still opened it up for people to make their own fun.

I'll shut up now.

[rebloggedsunsox]

Oooh this one looks like fun!!! Unique questions I can ask myself abt my OC's? With a space theme?? Gimmie gimmie gimmie

☄️ - Probably Arden. He's very impulsive and will not stop to think about his own safety if something needs to be done, literally if his life depended on it. Almost dies like 4 times throughout the story, and then,, uh,,, The Battlefield Tears...

🚀 - Most of the time? Immediately scramble to write about it before i forget it and never forgive myself if i do

🛰 - I'd say Marcus is pretty dependent on his little partner from the Chaos Region (I dont. Have a name for them yet its been 5 years I'm so bad with names). It's a little more of a grey area, because the reasons he's dependent on them are pretty conditional I guess? Im still deciding whether or not i include that part at all tbh

🪐 - None of them really think about marriage honestly, no. Post apocalypse it doesn't really seem like a feasible possibility for those who like relationships to begin with. It wasn't taught to any of the main seven as commonplace, so they never cared for it. Nick the scientist was married, and that was like, it. At most maybe Corey and Rylin would get married years post the end of the story.

🌌 - They change a lot. The story is about understanding what it means to be alive and learning how to live in a world that doesn't tell you where to go from Day 1. Each character's own developments reflect aspects of those main ideas. Or at least, I'm trying to make them give that effect lmao.

🌕 - Uhhhh thats a broad question I'm not sure how I would answer this lol.

🌑 - The main villain for sure. Her intentions aren't made clear right at the beginning, and part of her appeal is how hard she is to predict and outwit. Chaos at its finest, but in a really calculated evil kind of way

🌙 - Well in a physical sense, Chia wears a mask that covers the scars on her face to protect them since they're very sensitive.

☀️ - Cloudia!! She's just very hopeful at heart. She's been through a lot, but she appreciates the little things and makes an effort to help others do the same when they need it too. Most of the main seven are quite optimistic but it manifests in everyone in a different way.

⭐️ - nskanfnqbd no i like them all for different reasons lmao

Space related ask game!

(Because I love space <3)

☄️ Comet - Who is your most self destructive character? Why are they like that?

🚀 Rocket - What do you do when you get new ideas midway through a story?

🛰 Satellite - Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

🪐 Saturn - What do your characters think about marriage? Are any of them married?

🌌 Milky Way - What is the character development like for your characters? Do they change a lot or not much at all?

🌕 Full moon - Do you write symbolism into your story? What does it represent?

🌑 New moon - Who is your most mysterious character? Are they different from what people assume?

🌙 Crescent moon - Do any of your characters have to hide a part of themselves? Why?

☀️ Sun - Who is your most cheerful and positive character? Why are they like that?

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favourite character? If so, why are they your favourite?

[freeuselandonorris]

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i kinda hope there’s a cool ending for arasaka, i also can’t imagine it being positive, but maybe they just let you go afterwards if all they want is johnny’s engram and you get some cool rewards. it’d be fucked if it was a bad ending.

honestly a bit disappointed you can’t play 3 or nv because they’re so fun. i haven’t played the dlc’s in 4, but from what i know about them, the 3 story ones alone make it worth it. far harbor is supposed to be really good, adds a new big area in maine and lots of quests to do. i’m really excited for that one. nuka world is like, an amusement park with functional rides and lots of fighting so i’m hype about that, too. automatrons has to do with getting robots for your settlements and stuff. the story ones are generally regarded as being better than the base game. the others add more to the crafting and settlement mechanisms, so their worth is really dependent on how much you like those features! if you enjoy them, they add to the worth, but some people could care less about them. i never messed with the crafting or settlements when i played it originally, but i’m going to do that when i pick it back up.

i had no idea the portal games are on switch, i might have to buy them on mine!! it’s one of the funniest games i’ve ever played, and i somehow forget that until i play it again. also, glados is my favorite video game antagonist. she’s incredible. i’m gonna end up playing portal at work if i buy it on my switch tbh. (i dont have the oled version, so im a little jealous)

rightttt i would kinda respect them if they just put some hideous ending in if you sided w arasaka though lmao. like i would be upset if it happened to me after i'd sunk 80 hours of playtime into it but also...that's some bold storytelling u know!!

(side note but did you see this photo of lando........once again i cannot stop thinking about cyberpunk driver AU pls help)

hmmm inch resting thank u for the info! honestly i probably would not touch the crafting/settlement ones but the story ones might make it worth it. tbh i should not be spending any more money on games for a lil while anyway (or on like...anything else lmao) so maybe i'll hang around for a while and see if the PS store puts the bundle into a sale given that it's popular again, bc the story dlc sounds worth it.

yeah i completely missed it until now and idk how! but honestly i would say the gameplay is actually better and more intuitive on the switch than it was on PC, it just fits so well. totally agree about GLaDOS. the ending still cracks me up when i think about it. i loved stephen merchant as wheatley in the sequel too. it's super cheap for both of them on switch, i think i paid like £13 for both? it's called the companion collection. def def worth it.

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YOUR TAGS ON SOO’S FILMOGRAPHY ALFHAKHSAKBit really do be like that 😭😭😭

Like 75% of his stuff hits straight to the water pipes, even the stuff he only has a minor role in

LITERALYYYYYY its so hard to watch most of his stuff even tho i want to bc hes such a good actor but when theres a new movie of his coming out its almost always a serious drama and im like,,,,,,,,,,do i wanna watch him die again or do i need some happiness rn bcjskqkwjjdjshhhsqjj

probably why i rewatch 100 days my prince so often its my favorite kdrama of his (i love historical dramas so im biased lol) and yeah theres some sad and even tragic moments but its overall a good time and very interesting (plus he and nam jihyun are wonderful in this (and everything they do tbh) and so are the supporting actors

also now im going to use this as an excuse to ramble about my thoughts on the show bc i love it but i have Critiques™ so ill put a read more for spoilers bc ill talk about them a lot

almost all of these issues if not all are all about the writing so there wont be any criticism of the acting which i thought was pretty good overall by kdrama standards (there were only a few times where i thought it was detrimental to my enjoyment but again it was still more to do with my problems with the writing)

so to really get into it, the pacing suffers with the back half of the episodes feeling a bit rushed especially in the last few episodes. i didnt feel like the first half was dragging much except in a few areas but again it didnt detract from my enjoyment. the last id say 5 or 6 episodes really feel like they were speedrunning which made the ending less satisfying

so when i looked at reviews of the show years ago i saw many people criticizing how the main antagonist died bc it felt anticlimatic and i do agree, especially on first watch. while its not as jarring as the first time when ive rewatched it the way he dies still doesnt feel built up as well as it could have been and i think it could have worked if the pacing for the ending wasnt so rushed (plus the numerous twists during the last couple of episodes made it a bit hard to follow where it was heading and some of what WAS set up i think was lost in that but tbh thats par for the course for kdramas lol)

speaking of the ending, i get why it ended the way that it did with the marriage mandate happening again to make everything come full circle, but character wise i dont think it was the way to go. wondeuk has always expressed even before he lost his memory that he hated being royal and never wanted to live that life because of what his father did to get it. and even knowing that he wasnt wondeuk and was probably a noble at the very least he wanted to be with hongshim in the village or wherever they needed to go. hongshim similarly has already gotten used to being a commoner and has lived that way longer than her former life. even in the epilogue she doesnt really live her life as a noble even if her status has been reinstated. i think it wouldve made more sense if he renounced the throne and chose to live with her in the village.

adding to the last point, if they had stayed in the village together and he abdicated, then his half brother would be the crown prince and the queen wouldnt be on her bullshit even at the end of the show!!! dude literally killed the guy who was threatening you and controlling your husband and you still cant stop trying to fuck him over so your son can be king??? i know the evil manipulative queen is a trope in these but shes so illogical it was a bit annoying which is a shame bc i usually love those characters

the show like,,,,,less than halfway through forgets wondeuks half brother is even a character like why was he even there. theres some indication in the beginning of the show that he likes the crown princess but that doesnt really go anywhere (its only brought up in like 2 scenes at the beginning and in the epilogue wheres shes moved to a remote location with the baby and goes to visit for some reason.....dude yall had maybe 3 lines of dialogue between each other. why are you here) and he even tells wondeuk that he hates him but we never really figure out why bc he doesnt really want to be the crown prince that much (not that i can recall rn) so his only role in the story is to help the queen be a red herring but not be a real character of his own

this is more of what i felt upon rewatch but every time i rewatch it i find it more and more annoying but the palace drama where the queen is spreading rumors and then the guys who support the antagonist make fake fliers about how the kingdom wants her deposed for this in order to manipulate the king is just,,,,,extremely uninteresting upon rewatch. like so much is happening that goes on for so long and its dragged out for way longer than it should be AND it takes time away from the village plot with wondeuk and hongshim aka the actual interesting part. so now i mostly just skip those parts even tho when i first watched the show it was fairly interesting tho i felt it dragged on a bit too long so i wont say this is a huge strike against it or anything

while i knew the brother was going to die bc thats how these kinds of stories work i was still upset fjisjshdsjsh he was a great character and while i think it still makes sense why and its still narratively satisfying imo, i think it would still be satisfying if he lived and he and the princess escaped successfully. i think it would work a little bit better actually bc it would make the antagonists decisions make a little more sense in the finale bc not everything is going to his plan and hes losing more control (plus they deserve to be happy :(( they deserve the happy ending wondeuk and hongshim get too) plus it would still tie in with hongshims motivations for rejecting wondeuk initially before the epilogue

thats the last of the criticism but this isnt a praise so ill leave an idea i had for like a what if scenario ig: so i always wondered what would happen if either the antagonist doesnt get to wondeuk in time during the festival or he gets killed by the people the king sent to attack him and hongshims brother gets there to take them them plus her dad with them into hiding. and the awkward tension that would ensue when wondeuk either figures out her brother is the assassin thats been coming after them or just immediately knows when he sees him come to get them but they both dont want to hurt hongshim by telling her what they know about the other but shes distressed that they obviously dont like each other and this is all happening while theyre running around the woods and trying to find a place they can hide out and her dad is just,,,,,,,so confused the entire time but trying to make everyone get along fjwwqkdhuheuedh idk i could add to this later bc i have so many ideas on how it could play out but ill stop there fisksjbdjssjdjssj

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Re: the post u reblogged about couples actually enjoying spending time with each other/having in-jokes & whatnot. What would u do w that for John/Chas 👀👀

UGH anon i can't believe i didn't answer this very important question before, and esp bc i think maybe you were hoping for a full fic and not just. this random assortment of headcanons, but, obviously i have thots:

one of my fav John & Chas comics canon scene is when they goof on some rando at a bar bc he looks like a character from spinal tap, from which i infer: they probably watched it together, or else must've discussed it (w nostalgia given their own ~touring days) enough that john knows chas'll get the reference. HENCE i have inferred that they have at least somewhat similar tastes in pop culture and i assume that holds true across canons.

comics!john is also someone who canonically referenced dr who, star trek, and star wars, ergo, a BIT of a (sci-fi) nerd, which you wouldn't expect looking at him HOWEVER. chas knows 👀 and probably teases him about. not that chas is like. COOL but i see him as having idk more basic tastes. Airport fiction, etc. Stuff he can consume on his (minimal) downtime as a cabbie/dad/chauffeur/bodyguard/personal chef.

BUT anyway, obviously, i think they watch enough movies & TV together (or separately, but have similar enough tastes) that they have the same reference bank so in show canon i assume it’s like, john makes a lot of random snarky asides, chas laughs at it, and zed has no idea what they’re laughing about and after the first few times she asks, decides she really doesn’t want to. 

additionally, show canon is, when john is in town, they go to bars & music shows together (or i guess at least bars where live music is played? but either way john keeps him out ALL NIGHT and renee obviously hates it).

I think John maybe sometimes forgets that Chas isn't 100% aligned w him on stuff? I just recall TV john having that rambly convo w the bartender at the end of the [aired] pilot where hes talking about the sex pistols vs the ramones & then chas shows up [looking like an absolute DILF in his three layers of clothing in ATLANTA of all places] and im not sure if this actually happened but i can just picture john like, trying to rope chas into that discussion & chas being like, 🙄. 

Another john/chas friendship is just based on its longevity. chas has obvs known him a long time & remembers john in his "cutting up his t shirts & safety pining them back together " baby punk disaster stage, and/or his "frontman in a truly terrible band" thing, so even when john is being all broody (esp when john is being all broody) and/or the worst, chas can't completely divorce that from skinny, messy, but in some ways probably happier or at least less traumatized teenaged/early 20s y/o john.

Relatedly, comics!chas has nothing but disdain for Mucous Membrane, despite being their roadie. (i’m assuming he took the job bc he thought it would get him girls tbh.) And he's not afraid to mention it to john, even when john HAS not asked. Just full on roasts him about it, and john takes it so personally! A DELIGHT. any area where chas has a SLIGHT upper hand on john & relentlessly exploits it really just balances them and thus i’m always a fan.

theres a bit in show canon (I'm p sure it was in the New Orleans ep?) where john, chas, & zed are in the car & have to go talk to the police about something, and john starts throwing out different backstories they can use w the implication that they're the ones he & chas have used in the past, and chas is just like nodding along, and idk it's a small moment but it speaks to the fact that post-fire & pre-zed, john & chas DID engage in at least some spooky shit shenanigans, just the two of them. or maybe their ~bits go back to the MM days, or when they were even younger & john was out there just conning people out of things? Either way, EXCELLENT friendship history vibes.

(I actually just had kind of a sad thought which is, the fun hanging out & drinking in dive bars while listening to local bands stuff was a pre-fire/arthurian spell thing, bc after that chas may have mostly been hanging out w john bc they were doing ~spooky shit stuff)

also i’ve said it before but show!john & chas GO GROCERY SHOPPING TOGETHER IN THE PILOT and we DON’T get to see it and it’s NEVER referenced again and this is BIPHOBIA even more so than the fact the camera drifts when john kisses him in the bar

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!!SOMA SPOILERS!! Ok ok another Soma ask for you! what is ur favorite scene, and ur favorite monster from the game? My favorite scene is a tie between the end where Catherine and Simon are left at the bottom of the ocean, and the other scene where Simon talks about "knowing who he was when he was in Canada", and how he can make no sense of who he is anymore in his current setting. Theres just so much complex emotion in those scenes they DESTROY me every time. My favorite monster is the Tau monster, the deep sea suit with the tentacles that explode out of his mask. He scared the FUCK out of me the first time so bad, i could barely get passed his area. He is dope af.

GOD.... ALL OF THOSE ARE SO COOL. i always forget about the tau monster tbh and i go there always just like whew i got out of the water :) time to open this bigass door that takes 20 seconds to open. oh boy, so many rooms, its like they want me to do a ring around the rosie- WAIT A MINUTE AHHH

my favorite monster has got to be the leviathan tho like... cmon. its so fucking cool i wish we saw it more its easy to miss if you're looking away

(man looking at this image is wack I thought it looked different. it was shaped like a coelacanth/dunkle in my mind? and i played this recently dkjfdk) it's not as freaky as the other monsters though, i just think it's fucking cool. but in general soma has some of my favorite monsters EVER they look so hellish and like... grounded in the world, if that makes sense? Akers is also freaky as hell

God and soma is so filled with fantastic scenes and bits... it's so hard to choose just one. Theyre literally all so good. The bit when you get transferred into the new suit and ur like ok time to explore :) and then the game hits you with the other simon going 'did it work?' and you get hit with all the fucking emotions.

The whole bit in omicron is also a big fave.. how u cant read anyone because... yeah. And following that going into the abyss with the elevator and taking a walk down there is probably my favorite area in general. I know im predictable i just enjoy it HRG.

Another scene I adore is.. the realization of what's happening at first, when you first play the game. Cause every replay you KNOW what you are but that first time... you really dont. And the big reveal of everyone being scans, and finally looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror for the very first time, i think its some fucking unparalleled cinematography in the history of videogames ever.

This game is just so good man. Like it's not only a GREAT horror game, the ambience is absolutely mental, the worldbuilding is insane, bonkers, and even added to all of this cool shit they build and show you, they also hit you with some deep philosophical and hard hitting themes??? 10000/10. The fact this game is not a classic and that a lot of people dont know about it is a god damn crime

[kideternity]

jack wwbn. also peter parker

I don’t like peter enough to like, have actually created thoughts about him outside of my overall perception and how he treats other characters 😭 so im skipping him. BUT, for Jack-

-Overall opinion of them: light of my life he means everything to me. I know I say this for a lot of characters because a lot of characters mean everything to me but Jack does hold a very special place in my heart and that place is helping me accept liking men. His only flaw is being a 70s character because I keep forgetting how much I hate reading the word vomit of older comics and it’s one of the main things why I haven’t been able to finish ALL his appearances yet but godamn I will one day

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse to see Jack as anything but gay he is into men he loves men len kaminski didnt write jack not finding girls attractive anymore for people to think he wants a GIRLFRIEND. Also has trans man and leather gay swag

– Favorite moment in canon: there’s a lot of them but probably this entire like epilogue panel from Len Kaminski's “Children of the night” and especially the line “I am something unique and wonderful.” Snif snif okay gayboy!!!

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: none because Jack ain’t got fucking fans 😭😭😭😭😭 IG this one like traditional drawing I saw one time where it was jack smiling hanging out with the midnight sons that was cute 🤔

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: Reiterating again here the line above ^ “I am something unique and wonderful.”

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: Jack unfortunately doesn’t interact with a lot of people but TBH even though he's seen as a meme rn I actually really really love Jack's friendship with Morbius the living vampire I think they’re such an incredibly endearing pairing they’re literally boy best friends in love forever. They've tried to kill each other five times. Also that one arc where he meets Danny Ketch ghost rider and it feels like He's giving him gay advice the entire time is funny LMAO I wish he got to interact more with some of the larger marvel universe and other horror themed characters like Blade he like kinda gets slotted in a box of only getting to interact w ppl who show up in anything he's also in syndrome

– Last thing before sleeping headcanons: IDK what the fuck this one means. Howl at the moon perhaps for fun

– Sleeping habits headcanons: Insert Howling at the moon here too. This is kinda based on one story he was in but I think Jack also is a very extreme late night snacker

– First thing after waking up headcanons: I- I guess go to the bathroom get cleaned up????? Like a normal person?????? I dont get these last few questions but okay fine whatever

– Favorite locations headcanon: Jack tends to travel a lot in my experience but I imagine he's probably fond of his hometown still as well as any sort of very lush, forested area. Probably places with a lot of gas stations and car/bike culture too because he was like a literal biker in the 90s. They should let Jack go back to Romania I bet he'd fucking love it there. Chilling in the mountains you know

This wasn’t apart of the questions im just slotting it in here but they should have let Jack be the xkids Gym teacher btw back when the xmen were cool and actually had the academy still literally IDC IDC He'd be a good teacher he'd tell them to love themselves and to kill cops

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