#sips coffee and plays stardew instead

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol 

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt. 

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again. 

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep. 

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours. 

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again. 

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even. 

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer. 

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

[stray-kids-react]

hi! could i possibly get a matchup for skz, ateez, and txt?? <3

i’m a female, 5’4, libra, with medium length black hair with purple/pink streaks and green eyes. i feel it’s important to mention that i have bigger eyes, and a beauty mark on the lower side of my left eye that i’m a little insecure about. my mbti type is INFJ, and im a very shy person except when i’m around people i’m comfortable with, then i am pretty outgoing around them. i love art, and i’m studying linguistics and fine art in university! i also love playing relaxing games like acnh, the sims, and stardew valley! i love coffee and bookstore dates/outings, and making things for those i care about <3

From Stray Kids I ship you with Felix

° I personally have a vibe that Felix would go well with a more introverted person, finding them adorable and helping them get out of their shell sometimes.

° The biggest gamer boyfriend EVER. He'll trade his favorite acnh character to you, even if it is someone super rare. That shows you how much he truly cares about you, in the dorkiest but cutest way ever.

° Will make coffee dates at home, baking sweets and making some coffee while setting the living room so it looks more cozy and romantic. But he does get hyper when he has coffee, so you usually just stick to library dates instead.

° Is super cuddly and clingy, he's like a human teddy bear. So if you mention your beauty mark you're insecure about... He will literally never stop kissing that mark until you are laughing and smiling again.

From Ateez I ship you with Wooyoung

° He needs someone who can balance him out, which would be someone calm and on the quieter side. But he will still have his teasing moments even though he loves whoever he ends up with.

° Will constantly ask you for staring contests, just to see your pretty eyes. Sometimes he'll purposely lose just so he can lean in to kiss you. He likes how it makes you flustered and blushy.

° Will ask you to draw him like one of your French girls before posing dramatically. But all jokes aside, if you draw him he will melt into a puddle of pure fluff and happiness. So please draw this angel.

° Stick to outdoor dates with this boy, because he will get you kicked out of the library from either talking to loud or laughing too loud at a joke you made. And if you take him to Coffee dates he'll constantly steal sips of your drink.

From TxT I ship you with Yeonjun

° Very flirty and confident (not in a Fuck boi or cocky way though). He just really wants to impress whoever he develops feelings for, sometimes even competing against other people who like them.

° Will probably try to get your attention by talking about when he studies art, and showing you the different things he has made. Will ask you out hours later, most likely to a place of your choosing.

° Gains a habit of twirling your colorful streaks, and pinching your beauty mark. He could spend hours getting lost in you because when he falls for someone, he falls HARD. And if you get flustered by it, he'll do it even more often.

° Lives for your shyness, he will squish you randomly just because he finds you cute. And when he is extra clingy, he will call you sweet pea because your eye color is green and your sweet.

[5lbsofsmarties]

We Go Together: Trevor Collins

@karlitabi-rrito commissioned me to write this for her. Word Count: 1,832

There had been some sort of kerfuffle in the Achievement Hunter office first thing that morning about who said they would be on the Off Topic Podcast and who wouldn’t, couldn’t, and didn’t want to. After quite a bit of arguing and only ending up with Michael, Gavin, and Ryan, you volunteered yourself. You’d never done the podcast before but if it would get them all to shut up for a while you were more than happy to offer your services – for the good of the office.

So, that is how you found yourself sitting between Michael and Gavin, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, as the podcast started.

“Do you know what I just found out like last week?” Michael asked before he took a long sip from his beer glass after the intros were finished. There were hums of acknowledgement in return, one of which came from you as you turned around to get yourself a drink. “I found out that Y/N and Trevor have known each other for like eight years,” he continued, sounding a bit more than shocked at the revelation. You glanced over your shoulder as you pulled the beer tap to see the camera was on you.

With a laugh, you shook your head and turned off the tap to return to your seat.

Gavin gave you a strange look, “How the hell have you and Trecs known each other for that long?”

“Technically, we’ve known each other longer but we first met in person when we were like eighteen,” you started to say, shrugging a shoulder.

Your answer seemed to only confuse Gavin more, and you could only really laugh at the expression on his face. “We talked a lot on the Rooster Teeth site before we ever really met. At some point, we exchanged like, emails and Skype and phone numbers… and then we both went to college. He went to Purdue and I went to Michigan. We realized we were only like four hours away instead of states away like before so we met up one weekend and the rest, as they say, is history,” you explained at length.

You took a sip of beer and Gavin looked like he was thinking rather hard about something.

“Did he like to cum in own his mouth then, too?”

You couldn’t hold the beer in your mouth and spit it across the table as you laughed loudly and clapped a hand against your chest.

“I’m so sorry, Trevor,” you laughed, accepting a paper towel from Ryan to clean up the table and yourself, “I love you! Don’t be mad at me.”

Ryan held up a hand in an attempt to get your attention. “Wait, wait, wait,” he started, leaning forward on his stool, “So the two of you have been friends for like ten years, and now work for the same company. Was this like some sort of plan? How did that happen?”

“After college, Trevor traveled around a lot for fun and work… I went to Chicago with some friends for work. We were both really active in the community and stuff; both of us sent in applications on a whim and didn’t tell the other. But we both interviewed and I don’t know. Geoff hired us. We’re kind of a packaged deal, me and Trev,” you explained, shrugging in a sort of non-committal sense.

It was really serendipitous that the two of you applied and were hired around the same time. When you’d told each other the good news, you were more than shocked but extremely happy. You were going to have your best friend in the world with you in a new city and at a new job – you really could not ask for a better opportunity. It still sort of amazed you that even after nearly three years of working at Achievement Hunter that you and Trevor were still best friends and did pretty much everything together.

“Ay yo, Treyco,” you yelled obnoxiously as you stepped into your shared apartment.

It was quiet and still for a moment before you heard something clattering and falling down the hall towards the office area. You chose to let him sort himself out and headed into the kitchen to put away the groceries you had bought on your way home from work. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Trevor emerge in the kitchen doorway and you just grinned a little to yourself.

“Since you didn’t go to the store when it was your turn and I had to I bought all the shit I like and you can suck it up,” you teased, flashing him a smile as you started to put all of the food away.

Trevor let out a small groan, “But Y/N… I was gonna go tomorrow.”

“Okay but what would we eat tonight? Because I am not eating take out again, Trevor Collins. I need real food – sustenance,” you said, pointing a finger at him.

For a moment, Trevor shuffled his feet against the laminate floor of the kitchen before he started to slink over to you. “Y/N…” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to hug you tight, “I may have already ordered dinner.”

You groaned and dropped the bag of baby carrots to the counter, “God damn it, Trevor.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I had a moment of weakness,” Trevor explained, holding you tighter and resting his chin on your shoulder, “I really wanted Chinese for dinner like… I was going to die if I didn’t have it. Would you have wanted that? For me to die?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him off of you, “Maybe.”

It only took a few blinks of your eyes to get adjusted to the dark of your bedroom as you laid yourself down on the bed; as soon as you got comfortable, though, you suddenly found yourself wide awake. You huffed softly and groaned as you lightly kicked your feet under the sheets, determined to fall asleep. It’d been a while since you’d gotten a really good night of sleep and it was starting to wear on you.

You stretched a hand out to grope around your bedside table for your phone and squinted at the time. “Two?” you grumbled. You had tried to stay up as late as you could in an attempt to force yourself to fall asleep; at the point, you weren’t sure it was going to work.

With another low groan, you tossed your sheets off and got up out of bed; maybe you could watch some Netflix in the living room, or play some Stardew Valley to lull yourself to sleep. You shuffled yourself out to the living room and sighed softly when you spotted Trevor sitting on the sofa with his laptop. “Why are you still awake?” you asked, grabbing a throw blanket off of the back of the arm chair.

Trevor jumped at the sound of your voice and blinked back at you, the blue light of his computer screen making the dark circles under his eyes look even more prominent. He looked at the corner of the screen to see the time before glancing back at you. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, a soft laugh in his tone.

You shrugged and wrapped the blanket around you, “Couldn’t sleep; brain didn’t want to shut up.”

A hum and a nod was all the response you got at first; but, Trevor moved his laptop to the coffee table and patted the spot on the couch next to him. You smiled gently and made your way over to sit next to Trevor to curl up at his side. He reached for the remote and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, to pull you against him.

Without prompting, Trevor opened Netflix and quickly started up the last show that the two of you had started the other day.

“As much as not sleeping sucks, this is pretty nice,” you murmured.

You pressed closer to Trevor and inhaled deeply as you relaxed against him, you head falling to his shoulder. This was something that the two of you had been doing since you first met back when you were in college; it still brought you the same sense of comfort and even safety. The warmth of Trevor’s body, the gentle strength of his arm holding you, and even the scent of his cologne all calmed down the wild running around your thoughts were doing.

Trevor hummed and you could have sworn that you felt him nuzzle into your hair, “If sleep isn’t an option, I’m glad that this is.”

“It’ll always been an option, Trev,” you said softly and you tried to stifle a yawn against his chest.

A few beats of silence fell over the both of you and all you could really focus on was the feeling of Trevor’s hand running slowly over your arm and the gentle heave of his chest under your head. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath before lifting your head to look back at Trevor. You took a few moments to just watch the light of the television dance over his features; you could almost feel your breath get caught in your throat.

Sure, you’ve known for quite some time that Trevor was not exactly an unattractive man. You’ve had friends fawn over him, ex’s get jealous (both yours, and his), and even had to talk yourself out of your own thoughts on more than one occasion; but now, in your overly sleepy state you couldn’t help yourself as you stared up at him.

Slowly, Trevor turned to face you as if he felt your eyes on him.

“Y/N…?” he started to ask.

However, you hardly gave him a chance to question what you wanted before you craned your neck up in order to press your lips against Trevor’s. You could feel him tense for just a second and you were worried he would push you away, but the arm around you tightened and he pressed closer to you as he kissed you back.

It could have been hours, seconds, or minutes, but slowly, both of you pulled away from one another. You blinked up at him with wide eyes and bit down gently on your lower lip, unsure of what to say or do at that moment.

“How long have you been thinking about that?” Trevor asked in a soft voice.

You took a deep breath and shrugged, “A while.”

Trevor laughed and shook his head before he leaned in to press his forehead against your own. “Well, why don’t we do more than just think about it,” he offered, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You let out a low chuckle and shook your head.

“That certainly is one way to tire ourselves out,” you replied as you pulled away and stood up to hold a hand out to Trevor, “Let’s go.”

[minhthangcoi9993-blog]

Review Game Red Dead Redemption 2

There’s a sense of connection in Red Dead Redemption 2 I’ve never seen in a game before. Everything has its place and everyone has a purpose. Importantly, it’s not just a veneer either. Other games give the appearance that life continues around you regardless, but stop for a second and it’s easy to see past the façade – the guy with the broom isn’t really sweeping his porch, he’s stuck in a never-ending cleaning loop that even a gun to the head cannot break.

In Red Dead 2, people exist. They have work to do and schedules to stick to, regardless of whether you’re there to see it or not. But if you are there, they’ll react accordingly - so point a revolver at the guy innocently sweeping his porch and, depending on his demeanour, he could drop to his knees and beg for his life, or at the opposite end of the scale draw a six-shooter and retaliate. There’s deep-rooted connection between you, your actions and the surrounding world, which is critical to everything that Red Dead Redemption 2 is. Rockstar doesn’t just want you to play as outlaw and protagonist Arthur Morgan, it wants you to live as him.

Morgan is one of the senior members of Van der Linde gang, a band of outcasts led by Dutch van de Linde. The year is 1899 and the Wild West is being tamed, with outlaws driven into hiding as the authorities grow in size and strength. When a robbery in the town of Blackwater goes wrong, Morgan and the Van der Linde gang are forced to run, chased by gangs of bounty hunters led by the law.

For the purposes of the 45-minute demo on show, we join Morgan on the outskirts of Dutch’s camp. The makeshift base, comprised of wagons and tents, is the foundation on which the gang is built, a place where Dutch, Arthur and the other desperados can relax, reflect on the day’s events and plan for the next.

The camp is a living community. Hidden from prying eyes by thick brush and towering trees, it’s the people that bring it to life and as such it’s constantly changing. Here, it’s early morning and the sun is slowly rising over the plains. It’s a view we take a moment to soak up – it’s a fresh spring morning and the wilderness is washed in a pale yellow glow. Sparks of white sunlight flicker off the river below, which snakes from right to left, dividing the landscape in two. Huge pine trees dominate the foreground and they’re more of a lush, alpine feel compared to what we saw for the majority of Red Dead Redemption. In the distance a thin wisp of smoke drifts lazily into the sky, while the horizon is framed by snow-capped mountains.

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Red Dead 2 is a strikingly beautiful game. We’re only seconds into the demo and it’s immediately apparent every inch of this world and everything in it has been painstakingly crafted and every detail pored over. The opening close-up of Arthur depicts an outlaw who’s wise yet kind, his blue-green eyes and stubbled square jaw painting the impression of a man you don’t want to mess with, but he’d probably be great to share a pint with.

Arthur is standing on the edge of camp, looking out over the wilderness. It’s eerily quiet, as if the world hasn’t quite woken up yet. Turning, Arthur walks towards camp, pausing to pull a cup from his satchel and fill it with coffee, and it’s here we get our first proper look at some of the other gang members. Sean McGuire is a cheery Irish joker who’s telling stories around the campfire with boundless enthusiasm; Uncle is a bearded, hungover wreck, slumped against a barrel dressed only in his underwear, and mutters something as you walk past. There are others, deep in conversation or otherwise going about their daily business.

This is a working camp, so everything has to… well, work. Clothes have to be cleaned, wood is needed for the fire, water must to be collected from the river, and so on. Each member of the gang has a role to play and their own duties to fulfill, and if you take a minute to look around you’ll begin to notice how everything works as it should and everyone has their place.

As Dutch’s right-hand man, Arthur plays an important role in the upkeep of the gang, not just in terms of supplies but also the morale of the gang. If food and resources are aplenty then spirits will be high, which is reflected in the mood of the camp. People will be singing and dancing, and you’ll be greeted with cheer. But if the food supply runs low, you’ll quickly know about it – people will mutter angrily about where the next meal is coming from. As a senior member of the gang, many will look to Arthur to provide, through hunting or buying supplies, and he’ll be rewarded for doing so. But thankfully the responsibility doesn’t fall entirely on your shoulders – Rockstar is keen to emphasise the camp will continue regardless of your input and is spending a lot of time balancing Arthur’s responsibilities with having fun.

Pearson is the camp cook and when Arthur walks past he’s told the meat supply is running low. Importantly, this isn’t a cutscene that triggers a mission, it plays out as Morgan is walking along, still sipping his coffee. That’s the case with almost every interaction we saw throughout the demo – the camera doesn’t cut away, instead keeping you at the heart of the action, with interactions triggered through a combination of proximity or Arthur choosing to continue the conversation. As a result it felt Morgan had a choice: he could ignore Pearson’s plea and talk to someone else, but in this instance he agrees to help.

From what we’ve seen, this level of choice is threaded through the entirety of Red Dead Redemption 2. Obviously there’s a beginning and an end (or possibly even ends – we don’t know right now), but Rockstar is trying to blur the lines between what’s a story mission and what’s a side quest, instead presenting them all as opportunities given to Arthur. Many are contextual too, dependent on the time of day, where you are and who you’re with.

Choices aren’t just made at a high level either; you’ll be presented with decisions every step of the way, and how you act determines the reaction you get back. When Arthur exits the camp and rides his horse along the dirt track, he’ll soon meet other people. Much like real life, they’re a mixed bunch; some are pleasant and polite, others are less welcoming. You have complete control over how Arthur acts in the world, thanks to a sophisticated interaction system represented by a number of choices displayed in the bottom right of the screen, such as Greet or Antagonise. These dynamically change depending on a number of factors, including where you are, who you’re talking to, choices you’ve made previously in the interaction and so on, and even though most of the HUD was switched off for the demo it was still obvious how much freedom the player is given.

[sympatheticspirit]

*whispers to the nether* COLE BE EASIER TO WRITE