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[occatorcreator]

Happy Halloween!

I’ve been recently obsessed with Slay the Princess, it’s a really good horror-meets-love story

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny: First official chapter

The busy hospital was on its last leg. Nurses and interns were scattered, running around like mice.

Sounds of trauma care patients and emergency care patients alarms were constantly ringing.

In the midst of it all, one calm collected doctor cared tenderly for each patient.

He, was Danny Fenton, who used to be known for having two crazy ghost enthusiasts for parents. He still loved his parents despite how hard it was growing up as half ghost.

Jazz had told them a long time ago and they had ignored it for the most part. Like that side of him didn't exist.

It had hurt at the time but Danny had managed to move past it. After successfully securing his position as ghost king (on accident) he put his newfound authority to good use making the ghosts swear a vow to behave.

A ghost vow is a big deal, which is why Danny swore a vow in return acknowledging them, if ever a ghost were in danger he would help them.

After the lack of ghost attacks Danny found he had next to nothing to do. His only hobby outside of playing video games had been ghost fighting. He hadn't realized how used to it he had gotten.

Danny hadn't even picked the college he wanted to go to yet.

Danny approached the Nasty Burger, his last refuge.

That's when he noticed a man who seemed a little out of it. The man stumbled making Danny wonder if he was drunk.

Danny turned to go inside when the man collapsed. Danny rushed over to the man and rolled him on his back. He checked for a pulse but couldn't find one.

Of course he wasn't exactly medically trained.

Danny dialed nine-one-one and started to perform CPR as best he could.

He explained to the operator clearly the situation and the ambulance came in no time.

Later that night Danny was processing the events in his head and instead of feeling scared or nervous he felt excited.

He was thrilled to have something to get his blood pumping again. Which is why he applied for med school. He studied hard, using all the time he had to memorize all the medical information that he could.

After graduation he interned at Amity Parks local hospital before moving up his position to resident.

Only a week after getting his new position he was forced to leave the hospital. It was closing because of a lack of funding.

"Please sir! What about the staff or the patients?"

The head of the medical board shook his head.

"Dr. Fenton, this hospital runs on little to nothing to begin with, we are lucky to have even made it this far. The patients will be transfered and the staff, relocated"

Danny furrowed his brows in concern.

"Don't worry Dr. Fenton, your quite literally the best we've seen walk these halls, your sure to get a good recommendation"

Danny clenched his fist.

"What are my options?" He asked.

The board looked at his sheet, flipping several until he found the right one on his clipboard.

"You said you wanted to work at a busy hospital right?"

Danny nodded yes.

"There aren't too many around here, the busiest hospital I can think of belongs to a crime ridden city a bit far  from here." He said.

"Gotham City"

Danny's breath hitched. He had heard about Gotham before. It was notorious for its villains.

Despite that, it was alluring.

"There! Send me to Gothams hospital!" He said suddenly and eagerly.

"Okay, if you say so. Do us all a favor and survive alright"

Danny laughed, "sure, I'll do my best. No promises though"

Just like that Danny packed up moved to Gotham.

He had little time to research Gotham before hand but he had heard several mutters in passing of a place called Crime Alley, a strange nickname for sure.

Danny was sure that this place would either be completely clean due to police intervention or incredibly overrun.

Danny signed a lease at the Shirley Apartments.

"Are you sure about this young man" the desk lady asked him.

He smiled kindly.

"Yes I am, I've heard the rumors and have weighed the risk. In the end it might be helpful to know just how my patients love to receive the injuries they do"

The lady sighed.

"That's right, you said your a doctor. Be careful out there, any talent in Gotham is either warped by a villain or destroyed"

Danny was a little startled by the warning, apparently there was even more to Gotham than he knew.

"I'm sorry I forgot to ask for your name"

"Didn't give one, in Gotham it's best to remain anonymous"

Danny blinked a little surprised.

"It's that dangerous, well I'll take your word for it then, thank you miss" he said as he took the key from her.

He had been able to store the old car his dad had given to him in a locked garage. He wasn't sure how well it would hold up but there was only so much he could do against humans.

Ghost powers had little, of any, effect on humans when it came to offense. Defensively they were pretty great to have.

He had only brought five boxes with him, no furniture. Back in Amity he had been busy studying and had brushed aside buying furniture.

Unfortunately that meant he had no bed.

Danny was glad to have found a beaten up wardrobe. It was missing it's doors and was leaning to the side, even so Danny was able to fix it and hang his clothes up in it.

He grabbed one of the boxes and smiled warmly when he saw a Fenton Emergency pack inside.

His mom must've stuffed it there when he was looking, lucky for him it had a sleeping bag.

An air mattress would've been nice too, but it's the thought that counts.

Danny safely stored his two favorite pictures. One of him with his family and one with his friends.

They were hidden just in case someone decided to break in, not that there would be much to find anyway but it never hurt to be careful.

Danny went to sleep soon after despite the sounds of the city.

Danny woke up feeling refreshed. He grabbed his bags and hopped in his car.

Danny hadn't realized how busy Gothams hospital actually was. Danny pulled into Gotham General and as soon as he was in his scrubs and coat he was dragged into the frey.

"We need a doctor over here!" Someone called just as Danny had finished with a patient.

Despite having to run around all day Danny wasn't tired, his ghost half supplied him energy after his human side ran dry.

All in all Danny first day on the job was hectic and he had worked for fourteen hours.

Once he was back in his apartment Danny set up a table that he had pre ordered online.

Then he got to work. According to his knowledge, most of his patients had suffered from some kind of attack or other.

Most of the heavy hitters were villains named Joker, Penguin and two face.

The riddler was taken care of, Poison Ivy had been rehabilitated and Harley Quinn had broken free from Jokers choke hold on her.

There was also the less obvious villains, like the business man lex Luther.

Lex Luther was shady at best, while no one could get hard evidence on him most people knew to be wary.

But just being informed didn't stop them from falling into his traps.

Lately Bruce had done official business with Lex Luther, which made him a suspicious person whom Danny had decided to keep tabs on, he was wary of the rich and for good reasons.

The cork board above Danny table has a litter of documents and pictured pined by red string. The players who were out of the game were crossed off.

Then there were the vigilantes. A few of them had been known to be rough, a necessary violence.

Still they seemed to have little awareness of what their little battles did to other people. Because many people came in for minor injuries due to being caught in the crossfire.

Which meant Danny had to find a way to keep everybody in line so patients would decrease in number. Danny let himself sleep for four hours before returning to the hospital.

"Oh my gosh, Doctor Fenton is still here" one nurse whispered. It had been a full day and half, Danny was running on his ghost half that seemed to keep replenishing itself due to the toxic air of Gotham. A positive side effect.

"How does he never get tired?"

"Maybe he's superhuman" one girl cracked. They noticed as he rushed by them to get to another patient.

"He's quite handsome too" one said wistfully, "but who wants a husband that works all the time"

Danny noticed the next patient seemed tense and he kept screaming for his daughter.

Danny whispered in the man's ear and put a hand on his forehead. He had used a ghost technique he learned from Nocturne and the man calmed down.

The other doctors were impressed as they worked to care for the man's injuries.

Finally the head of the unit noticed Danny and after reviewing his chart had forced him to go home.

"I don't feel fatigued at all sir, I promise I am not compromised. I can care for the patients"

The head wasn't having any of it.

"Above all your health is just as important as the patients we care for. For them to get healthy, you have to be healthy. Go home Dr.Fenton, you can come back after you get at least ten hours of sleep."

Danny wanted to argue but he knew the head was right.

"Yes sir" he said before changing into civilian clothes and leaving the hospital.

Now that he was out of a hospital setting things like hunger started to appear.

Maybe he had been to focused to notice how hungry he had been.

Danny blearily noticed a fast food place. His instincts told him the food would be greasy and way too unhealthy.

Mmm, comfort food.

The nostalgia fought with his doctoral instincts and won. All Danny wanted was to sit in a booth and eat some greasy food.

Danny ordered the double cheeseburger with bacon with a side of ten pieces chicken nuggets and large order of fries.

Waiting, even for five minutes, was starting to make Danny ravenous. As soon as he got his food he sat down and started gorging himself.

It was pretty good food for a little fast food place in the world's worst city.

Danny liked the tenderness and crispiness of the burger, the cheese was melted just right too.

Danny dipped his nuggets in sweet n' sour sauce while fighting the urge to kick his legs like a happy little kid.

As Danny left the restraint he saw an alert on his phone for a villain attack and rushed to the scene.

To his satisfaction the culprits were already being hauled away in police custody. They were just small fries, not of them appeared connected to a big player, so Danny was free to shut them out of his mind.

Which is exactly what he did. Danny drove back to his apartment and let out a sigh of relief.

That's when he noticed his door was slightly ajar.

His guard was up immediately. Danny stepped inside cautiously. He was relieved when everything appeared untouched but the scare had sent him a trip to get stronger locks.

On his way back to his car from the store he heard sound of a glass bottle breaking in a nearby alley. It was small alley, from what Danny could tell it was also a dead end alley.

Taking a risk Danny stepped in and chills went down his spine when he heard labored breathing.

Danny rushed over and froze at what he saw.

[phonydiaries]

In the Heat of Battle - P x Reader

Requested by @amethyst-huntress

Notes: The premise of this fic was requested by Amethyst-Huntress and I started absolutely foaming at the mouth at the idea, so huge thank-you’s are in order for that nugget of inspiration. Unfortunately, same as last time, I have still barely progressed through the game thanks to my lack of patience and skill, so please forgive that both of my fics take place extremely early in playthrough. Other than that, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Where is that damn puppet? You think to yourself, teeth gritted at the deadly inconvenience standing in front of you. 

In the dark and the rain and the constant buzzing noise of Krat, you admit it's easy to get turned around. Even traveling with a companion -in your case, with Gepetto’s puppet- it’s easy to lose track of which gloomy alleys you’d already traversed. Even standing back to back, nudging each other with your elbows, even checking in every so often,“You still with me?” It was easy to get lost. But now, standing face to face with a candelabra wielding automaton and a rabid mechanical dog, you’re  not feeling very generous towards your puppet companion. He’s probably searching for you in a frenzy at this very moment. 

Ha.

Fat load of good it does you. 

The automaton winds up and its eyes flash red across your face. Target locked. The candelabra comes crashing towards your head, but it's met instantly with the clanging cold steel of your sword. The automaton stumbles backwards. Its head cocks unnaturally to the side and you hear something whir, as if in frustration, beneath its face. It winds up again to strike you, but you’re quick and clever; you land a blow in the dead center of the loathsome thing's torso. A sick crunch of metal echoes as you draw the sword out of the brand new gaping cavity in its chest. The automaton sinks to its knees. You look down your nose at it, satisfied at your own skill. The enemy looks to be shutting down, but in a quick, almost desperate motion, its hand shoots towards your foot, grasping wildly. It's cold fingers close around your ankle, but you quickly stamp it out with your free foot. The automaton lets out a weak mechanical wheeze as its hand is crushed beneath your boot. For good measure, you take the hilt of your sword in both hands and slam the base through the miserable things forehead. It crackles, then collapses finally on the ground. You smile darkly at its now lifeless shell. Perhaps a little early. 

A sharp bark cuts through the air and your head snaps to attention. Shit. You forgot about the damn dog. Before you have the chance to raise your sword again, the dog lunges at you. Razor sharp teeth clang dissonantly together and the sound ripples against the glistening walls of the alley. In an instant, you’re knocked to the wet, muddy ground; the iron paws of the mutt are already upon your chest. The mongrel snarls mere centimeters from your face, black oily fluid spilling from its mouth as if salivating. You groan and struggle beneath its weight but regain your grip on your sword just in time to catch its rabid jaw. The dog bites down on your blade, thrashing its head to either side. You strain against its unnatural strength, attempting to pull your weapon free. In one fell swoop you’ll rip it free and decapitate this fucking thing. Your fingers curl tighter around your hilt, you ready a strike, suck in one sharp breath and then-

You freeze.

A second blade appears, glinting in the gaslight, right between your eyes. Thick black fluid goes splattering across your face. The mutt goes limp, its full weight crushing your lower torso. A gasp is pushed from your lungs and you roll to the side, quickly shoving the robotic corpse away from your body. You kneel, palms pushing into the slick ground. Your heart is thundering beneath your shirt as you swallow frigid air hard and fast. When you finally catch a breath, you turn your head towards the owner of the blade; Pinocchio, your companion. He wipes the rapier against his trousers, cleaning the sludge from its razor sharp surface. You huff, blowing matted wet bangs out of your face. 

“I had that under control.” You say sharply. P cocks an eyebrow at you, unconvinced. You feel your face burn in annoyance. “I did!” You insist, “Had you given me just one more minute I would’ve been fine. And probably less covered in this.” You jab your weapon in his direction, flecking dark oil across his shirt. He shoots you a slightly apologetic smile. 

He knows you can handle yourself, he does. He just worries. You can’t blame him; you do the same thing. You’ve gotten quite close on these arduous journeys, saving each other's skins more times than either of you can count. As you wipe the sludge from your face, P extends his hand to you and begrudgingly you take it. Swiftly, he helps you to your feet. His eyes flicker up and down your face, narrowing on your cheek. He licks the thumb of his legion hand and streaks it across your cheek, lifting the remnants of black. You scrunch your nose up at him.

“Eugh- enough-” You whine, swatting the hand away. “Where did you run off to anyways?” 

Pinocchio’s legion arm gestures behind his head. You squint through the darkness at the distant yellow lights of Hotel Krat up ahead. You grimace. It’s further still than you thought. “I don’t suppose you found some kind of underground shortcut?” P shakes his head apologetically. You both sigh, knowing you’ve got plenty of dangers yet to face before you’re given any time to rest. These days spent traveling have taken their toll on your bodies, but you’re at least grateful to have a friend in the gloom of Cerasani Alley. Your sword slides neatly into your belt as you walk ahead of Pinocchio. “Back to it then.” 

As the two of you push forward, you notice a concerted effort on your companions' part to stick close to your side. At any strange noise or eerie shadow, P reaches for your hand. You squeeze back in reassurance that all is well. A bit unnecessary? Sure. But you don’t fight it. It’s much preferred to losing the poor boy again. 

Drawing closer to your destination with only a few minor scuffles to slow you down, you reach a dilapidated fairgrounds. Sickly yellow light bulbs buzz overhead and cast an ominous glow across the entire scene. A ghostly music box melody plinks and permeates the air. You look to P quizzically. 

“You’re sure this is the right way?”

P takes in his surroundings and gives you a curt nod. You grimace in reply. This decrepit place gives you the creeps.

Together you silently weave through wooden cutouts of circus performers, checking carefully for hidden enemies. It's suspiciously quiet, save for the phantasmal carnival music that grows louder as you approach an iron gate. Another barrier. Excellent. 

“P?” You step aside and gesture to the locked gate. Pinocchio smiles slyly at you, boyishly pleased that there’s still a few things you can’t do without him. You want to roll your eyes, but you watch reluctantly impressed, as deep violet energy crackles around his fist. In one swift swing, he punches through the gate and leaves a smoking crater where the lock once sat. He shoots you a sharp smile, satisfied with himself. 

And then you feel something. A great mechanical thud rippling beneath your feet. Your heads snap in unison towards the source and your eyes go wide at the sight of the staggering monster in front of you. At least 3 times your size looms the Parade Master, constructed of decaying parts and craquelured paint. Its massive fist alone is as wide as your body, and sways heavily at its side. 

You unsheathe your blade, and its weight sinks your shoulders. It's not ideal for speed you admit, but the vindication after landing those obliterating killing blows to your enemies is unbeatable. Keeping your eyes locked on target, you whistle to catch Pinocchio’s attention. You started doing this early on. Whistles were a good line of nonverbal communication when you couldn’t afford a glance in each other's direction. 

“Flank him?” You suggest. Pinocchio whistles quick and sharp in agreement. Your fingers tighten around the great sword and your chest thrums with anticipation. You jut your chin in the direction of your common enemy. “After you.” 

Without looking, you know his brows are furrowed together in deep focus. You can perfectly visualize the way he lures the puppet away, his steps meticulously timed and graceful. As you wind your way behind the thing, you hear the clang of P’s rapier against tarnished metal. Your enemy rears its arm back, and you follow suit striking its vulnerable back with a satisfying SHUK! You yank the blade out of its now damaged shell and catch the briefest glance at your companion and oh. Oh. The way he looks at you. 

With fascination?

Admiration?

It’s something greater, deeper than that. Your heart skips. But you shake yourself out of distraction, startled at the sound of your own voice calling out. Your lips move before your mind has time to catch up. 

“MOVE!” 

Exactly as you shout it, P dodges a strike from the Parade Master. The brute’s fist lands in the brick pavement, blowing a hole through it instantaneously. You gulp at the thought of your companion lying there instead, crushed. Your skin goes cold. 

No. Never.

Knowing neither of you can afford another lapse in attention, you suck in one long loud whistle between your teeth. The Parade Master whips itself around to face you. Two huge lamp-like eyes glow sickly in your direction. This was intentional. You can distract for now and give your ally a moment to catch his breath. You ready both hands on your weapon and take a step back. The monster lurches forward, its steps accompanied by a horrid clanking sound. 

“Get over here you fucking rust bucket…” You mutter grimly under your breath as the space between you and the looming threat of death shrinks. You breathe deeply and steel yourself, heels digging into stone. You watch carefully as the puppet rushes towards you, arms swinging wildly. Just when the behemoth is about to crush you beneath its huge frame, you duck between its legs and emerge from behind. There’s just enough time to land a solid blow. P’s rapier crosses with your greatsword, both your weapons plunging into the deteriorated creatures back. 

“This one’s mine, P.” You snap, pulling your blade from its fresh wound. 

“Mine.” P parrots with a smirk, retrieving his rapier as well. Being a man of so few words, you can't help feeling amused even given the circumstances. This is good. The beast is growing weaker. If you can both keep level heads this will all be over soon, you think to yourself. 

At least until your enemy decapitates itself. 

Your jaw drops as the Parade Master rips its own head from its massive shoulders. It wields its shiny new weapon like an enormous mace and swings it your way. It makes contact with the ground, and the impact alone is enough to shake your balance. You dive to the side, narrowly avoiding collision with the wall. You struggle to recalibrate, to size up the situation while keeping yourself out of the range of attack. You hear P whistle pointedly across the arena, waiting on your instruction. Your mind races for a plan and comes up blank. 

“Hold on!” You shout, “Just- Just hold on, I’ll think of something.” You’ll have to if you want to leave this place in one piece. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. All you can think to do is attack. And you do; your blade leaves white hot gash marks on the enemy, but it hardly seems to be enough against such a terrible and towering foe. You’ve angered it now, and it’s in a total frenzy. The Parade Master swings its massive head in your direction again and you raise your sword to block it. Half a second too late. 

As your weapons collide, the impact sends you to the ground. You gasp at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull. There’s a ringing in your ears and a soft dark edge to your vision. You struggle against unconsciousness and fight to keep yourself upright. Things are moving slow; trails of light obscure the events unfolding in front of you. 

You comprehend something catching the Parade Masters' attention, you watch the goliath wind up, you hear something cry out, and then hear nothing at all. A sick feeling churns in the pit of your stomach and bile rises in your throat. Something’s wrong. You search the scene frantically for your ally. Your line of sight flickers from the Parade Masters head to the ground slick with rain. Your throat tightens. With his face turned to the ground, his eyes fighting to stay open, lies Pinocchio. His rapier skitters across the stone, coming to a sudden halt beneath the foot of the Parade Master. 

Something flashes through you, anger, grief, adrenaline; whatever it is, it propels you forward. Your weapon is suddenly weightless as you skid between the monstrous puppet and your companion. The head of the Parade Master collides with your sword and the sound echoes through the arena with an arresting ring. You breathe hard in disbelief of your own courage. Your teeth are bared and your furrowed brow is sticky with sweat. 

“Don’t. Touch him.” You command, and you swear even your mindless enemy hears it. A deep guttural sound is forced from the very bottom of your lungs as you thrust your weapon through the center of the automaton's body. It doesn’t die, but you hear something inside it break, and the creature slows significantly as if becoming too heavy for its own armature. 

You risk a glance over your shoulder. P looks like absolute hell, covered in grime, barely staggering to his feet. Your chest tightens at his condition, but he’s alive. 

Alive. It’s enough. 

The enemy screams in frustration, rippling orange flames and black smoke billow from the place its head once sat. You stare at the hilt of your great sword, still lodged in its heart. 

“P, your sword-” You start, but your ally is already on it, your strategic minds miraculously attuned. He sends the rapier sailing -now free of the parade masters foot- towards your open hand. It whips past your head and slides perfectly into your grasp. With what's left of the enemy in your sights, you take a running start. 

Time seems to slow; the taste of victory teases you. Your head is about to collide with the hulking hunk of metal just as you raise your boot and dig its heel into the hilt of your great sword. Its placement serves as a stepping stone, and you scale the furious beast. You clamber up its torso towards its shoulders and feel heat radiating from the inside. It burns your hands, which grip the edge of the cavernous socket of its missing head. The monster thrashes beneath you like a wild bull, desperate to throw you off. You tighten your grip, the white hot metal searing your palm. You force yourself to ignore the pain as you raise the rapier and plunge one final devastating blow into the blazing cavity. You feel the rapier obliterate whatever mechanism kept the Parade Master alive, and it crumbles finally beneath you. 

Atop the shoulders of your freshly slaughtered enemy, you fall forward with a deafening CRASH. Your body tumbles to the ground. Your grip on the rapier goes slack. Exhaustion ripples through you, and you surrender to its sweet embrace. 

You hadn’t even realized you’d lost consciousness until your eyes flutter open, met by the stunning blue gaze of your companion mere inches from your face. For a moment you forget yourself, the urge to sink into his arms is so tempting. But your pride wins out and you scramble into an upright position, barely awake. Pinocchio lets out a sigh of relief and you see his shoulders relax. Had he been just as terrified as you were at the prospect of losing him? Did that same dread sit in the pit of his stomach? 

Your head swims with what-ifs, but you have no energy to find their answers. With strength that you’re shocked to still possess, you throw your arms around the puppet. Your fingers clutch the wet fabric of his shirt as if he might disappear the moment you let go. His body tenses at first, then melts under your touch. You feel his head settle between your neck and shoulder, solid and secure. Silently breathing in the smell of him feels like waves of relief crashing over your head. 

You wish the journey could end here in the peace and quiet of this embrace, but you feel him begin to pull away and your heart sinks. Face to face with you, his eyes search for signs of damage, for something to mend. His hands find yours and you hiss involuntarily. His eyebrows knit together in concern. You try not to grimace. 

“It’s nothing.” you promise, “Burned my hand, that's all.”

P looks down at your hand and cradles it gently in his own. With painstaking care, he lifts it to his mouth and places a feather-light kiss in your palm, then on each of your scraped and bleeding knuckles. He looks up at you through those thick raven-wing lashes and you notice a trace of your blood left on his lips. The sight makes your head swim and it takes the entirety of your willpower not to catch his mouth with yours. Your posture stiffens as you try to regain your composure. 

“Well it’s not far now, is it?” You ask, deflecting back to the mission at hand. “There will be plenty of time to patch each other up at the hotel. Right?” You offer, already stupidly aching for the return of Pinocchio’s delicate touch. He blinks a few times, as if he were struggling to focus himself. But he nods enthusiastically. You feel a smile creep across your lips. 

As you leave the destroyed fairgrounds behind, you let your good hand slip into that of your companion. The two of you venture forth, certain to never lose track of the other again. 

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If you read this and enjoy it please let me know! Seeing your positive comments and tags absolutely warms my heart and motivates me to keep writing. Thank you so much to those of you who took the time to leave me some kind words on my last fic <3

[mistydeyes]

hey, can i please request headcanons of 141 boys with reader that is a youtuber?

omg yes ofc! i used to (and still am) a HUGE YOUTUBE WATCHER so this was so fun to do :) thank you again for requesting!

vidcon but the uk version

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summary: You're not any regular civilian, you're a Youtuber ;) In all seriousness, here's some headcanons of how the boys interact with your channel and support you!

pairing: 141 x YouTuber!Reader

warnings: swearing

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price - beauty and skincare

you were already big on YouTube when you met John

he can't go into a Sephora without someone mentioning your latest video or TikTok

someone would assume you were an employee based on how you were able to help the fan pick out the best skincare and makeup

he was shocked at the sheer number of brand deals you participate in

he also is in awe at the corner you had dedicated to your ring light and makeup desk with a nice camera set-up

when you eventually move in together, he's just used to the number of parcels you get daily

he will insist on at least giving you some money when you do a beauty haul (even though you tell him you don't need it)

one time he tried to surprise you by picking out some things that you mentioned

now your most popular video is “trying out makeup that my boyfriend picked out”

his only annoyance is when you accidentally stain one of the face towels

eventually just buys a new set meant specifically for you when you wash off a look

you're planning on having a new video where you do skincare on him and finally get at some of his blackheads

soap - gaming

prior to meeting Johnny, you already had a sizable channel

you primarily did long lets plays and the occasional stream

your setup is absolutely gorgeous -i'm talking led lights, two monitors that have the best processing power, pro gaming chair, and posters

it took awhile to curate but it's your baby and you make sure he knows that

loves watching you game and will occasionally keep you company for those long streams

it reminds him of when his younger siblings would watch him game on their early Playstation and X-Box consoles

your subscribers love when he's there though because he has the best reactions

your most popular video? "my boyfriend plays five nights at freddy's ⚠️headphone warning⚠️"

despite having amazing technical skills on the field, his multitasking sucked and he would always forget to check on foxy or overuse the battery

you had a great time editing the video after and emphasizing the jumpscares

he won't subject you to rewatching your videos with him but he likes watching other channels or collars you've done

"This guy is absolute shite" "I know, that's why I don't play multiplayer with him anymore"

he'll be so excited if you ever get invited to a big event like Pax, E3, or Gamescom

you basically have to keep him on track as he loves stopping in artist's alley and looking at all the trinkets and merch people are selling

make sure to bring a huge suitcase because your game room is getting a few new additions

gaz - internet documentaries

think of Internet Historian or Down the Rabbit Hole vibe

your channel is dedicated to internet phenomena like Florida Man or the movement to Storm Area 51

you'd tell the facts of the trend and then add a few funny commentary pieces

usually your videos are 45 min to an 1 hr long so a lot of work goes into it

it's more of a hobby than anything but Kyle always thinks the amount of research you do for it is insane

"Babe I think you need a new laptop" "Why?" "I always know you're about to make a new docu-series because it sounds like a fucking airplane takin off"

once your laptop doesn't sound like its going to blow up, he'll be sure to keep you company as you write down your script

"Did you know that there was a convention for X or X happened?" is how most of your conversations go

he'll always smile and let you give him a spark notes version of what happened

will be the one telling you too sleep and that you can continue editing tomorrow

loves when companies send you things for ad reads

hoards all of the items from Dollar Shave Club and Raycon (his absolute favorite sponsor of yours)

he'll occasionally watch your videos while he's cooking or at the gym

always loves learning something new even if its about a failed furry convention

"I liked your latest video" is such a huge compliment from him because he knows how much effort you put into it

he'll occasionally feed you ideas that he sees while he's scrolling through social media

"You should do something on Hat Man" "WHO??" "Yk the guy you see when you take too much Benadryl, apparently Soap sees him too"

ghost - asmr

tbh doesn’t think much about your channel

you’ll just occasionally leave the room to record or crack some slime in front of a camera

however when your channel is mentioned in conversation, he considers revisiting

“have you heard about this asmr thing?” Gaz asked the group and Soap immediately interjected

“OH YEAH some of them are amazing to watch alone,” he said with a wink

“Like this account-“ Soap wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Ghost snatched the phone out of his hand

“Sorry just couldn’t see it” he apologized and he tried to suppress his disgust that someone else was listening to you at night like that

after that, he takes another look and watches a few of your more popular videos

ofc its your series roleplaying as a nurse or doctor taking care of someone

as well as one where you act like a sleepy girlfriend waking up next to their significant other

he will never say that he watches your videos but you do notice the uptick in views and likes (it's a cute little secret of his)

one time you attempted to ask all these questions about being in the military to help you write dialogue for your latest combat medic series

"People seriously want stuff like that?" "You'll be surprised, not tell me what you usually have in your pack"

he will cringe when you pull your asmr voice on him and whisper in your ear

"Cut that shit out."

[violetmuses]

Play Nice - A. Aretas 🫂

Title:  Play Nice - A. Aretas 🫂❤️

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe 

Character: Armando Aretas 

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader 

Main Storyline: When Mike needs a favor, anything can happen. 

Author's Note: Here's another request! Enjoy. 💜 @vergilnelosparda

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2024

“Blind date? This isn't ‘95, Mike. What are you thinking?” You cracked up while shaking your head near Detective Mike Lowrey.

“All right, I'll be honest. I'm pretty sure that Armando likes you.” Mike squinted. 

“Oh, please!” You continued speaking. “I'm sorry, but even if it's true, your son doesn't really know me.” 

“Rough around the edges, but he's trying to be a good person.” Mike attempted once more. 

“Okay.” You wouldn't correct Lowrey this time and just waited. 

“Give him a chance. Please?” Mike seemed genuine. 

“Fine.” You accepted these plans for your own calendar.  

_______

When the bell chimed days later, your thoughts jumbled at first. 

You open that front door to see Armando standing on the porch and holding gorgeous flowers. 

“Aw, thank you.” You smiled because of the gesture. 

“You're welcome.” His slightly accented English beamed a little. 

For the first time, Armando reached out to hold hands and still opened the passenger door for you, guiding this moment in one car. 

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker hat that veiled his brown eyes. Jeans clothed his legs and boots reached the pedals washe drove. 

“Where are we going?” You smiled in the passenger seat again. 

“It's a surprise.” Armando doesn't make eye contact, but when the car pulls up to this bowling alley, you smirked without hesitation. 

“Oh! Do you want me to kick your ass now?” You don't even wait for Armando to open the car door and almost jog inside. Kelly and Dorn always invited you here as well. 

“Not sure about that.” Aretas chuckled and finally met your path, ready for games. 

_____

“Shit! You're beating me.” Armando took off his trucker hat and glanced between flickered lights in the building to watch scores. 

“Told you!” You dance in terrible shoes before picking up the ball one last time and strike in return. 

“Good job, mami.” Armando slipped the nickname, but you didn't hear him yet. 

“Thank you, but I'll be fair.” Your smile reached him again. “You have the final attempt.”

“I appreciate it.” He says, waking up to the lane as planned. 

His muscular arm pulled back with strength and slammed down five pins. Not bad. 

“You're a good sport. That was really fun, so thank you.” You planned to leave with Aretas and head back home. 

______

“See you at work tomorrow?” You nodded while standing on the porch with Armando. 

“Yeah.” His voice sounded a little nervous this time around. 

“Drive safe. Thank you.” Holding the beautiful flowers, you say goodbye and watch him walk back to the car. 

Before leaving, Armando observed as you entered the house and shut that front door just in case, revving his vehicle alone. 

____

The next day, you and Armando reached your desks without really acknowledging what happened last night. It's no one's business anyhow. 

Around lunch, you found this sticky note by your computer: 

Food? - A. 🖤

“Hey! Don't leave without me.” You jumped up and grabbed your purse, nearly running again. 

“C'mon.” His rare laughter almost hits your body this time around, sounding adorable. 

_______

“So what brought us here?” The local restaurant is cute. 

“I had fun with you.” Armando fights that smile once more. 

“That's a good reason.” You nearly giggled, still enjoying this meal. 

“Look, I'm sorry for acting like a grouch when we first met.” Armando confessed. “This transition isn't easy.” 

“That wasn't just grouchy.” You then corrected Aretas. You pulled the asshole move. Mike wanted to help.” 

“Again, I'm sorry.” Armando still took the much-needed criticism. 

“I forgive you.” You accepted his words and he covered the bill.  Both of you leave side by side. 

____

Sweet moments continued. Lunch, different outings, checking on each other and more. 

When your birthday tapped calendars this year, flowers proudly reached the desk. 

"Feliz cumpleaños, cariño. Llámame alguna vez.” 

Not only had Armando sent birthday wishes, but his phone number scribbled at the bottom of this card. 

Jokingly rolling both eyes, you turn around and see Aretas moving closer. 

“Brought cupcakes for the party tonight.” Armando revealed this large box. 

“All right. Let's go, then. I guess you're not that bad.” You messed with Aretas one more time and left for the celebration at Dorn's place. 

The future looked bright again. 

[espinosaurusrexex]

Wait I’m asking another too! Trying to convince Steve let you adopt the smelliest, dirtiest stray dog you found eating out a trash can on your way home from work. The fluffiness of a grumpy Steve having to help bathe the dog but then falling in love. ♥️b-v

I love this SO MUCH! AHHH thank you @blooming-violets 💗

Convincing to Adopt an Animal (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: so much fluff, a grumpy Stevie, a chaotic puppy, and some kissies

Steve had his hands deep in sink water when he heard the door open in the hallway. He smiled when he realized the best part of his day was about to begin: seeing you again. But despite his excitement that still lingered, even after a year of living together, he wouldn’t rush. He would finish doing the dishes and he would let you get settled in peace because you needed a little arrival time. And then you would come up to him, wrap your arms around him and press your face to his back, maybe litter a few kisses here and there - he couldn’t wait. 

Though today, it took you a little longer than usual. He heard you kick off your shoes and then mumble something he couldn’t quite make out. And then rustling. 

“Babe, you remember how you said you would do anything to make me happy?” Your voice singsonged through the door over to Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled as he thought of the day he promised you this. It was a beautiful date. 

“That I could do nothing to ever make you stop loving me?” And then his memory stopped and suspicion settled in his mind instead. 

The spoons he was holding in his hand clanged against the kitchen counter when he craned his neck to hush a look into the hallway in vain. “What did you do?”

A high-pitched yelp echoed in response.

“Sweetheart, what did you do?!” He reiterated in a slight panic. 

But before you could even form a proper response, a desperate ‘NO!’ traveled to Steve, and not even a second later, fast little tippy-tappies came rushing towards Steve and around the kitchen island he was currently standing at. And when you broke through the door, one shoe in hand and the other still on your foot, a decent-sized puppy sprung onto his legs and began licking his jeans. 

“Surpriiiiise...” You tried a smile while hiding the second shoe behind your back, but Steve wasn’t amused at all. 

He stood before you with pink rubber gloves and a sponge in hand while the puppy slobbered away on his newly washed pants. 

“What in the lord’s-”

Your hands shot out. “Okay before you say anything, please let me explain.”

Steve just blinked at you unimpressed. Whatever you were about to say would not change the fact that you brought a literal dirt machine into your apartment. Steve hated dirt. He hated dust and crumbs and hair everywhere. He had seen enough of it in the 40s - back when just a gust of wind would make him sick for weeks. It had changed him so much that, even now when he didn’t get sick anymore, he needed clean spaces more than anything. And you knew that. So, whatever explanation you were about to give him better be good.

“I’m listening.” He said steadily, but the chewing sounds coming from beneath him threw Steve off a bit. He just knew that the dog was eating his pants right now. But he would listen to you anyway.

“I was walking past this alley when I heard something rumbling, right. So, naturally, I checked it out.”

“Naturally, sure.” Steve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. And when I looked into the container I saw this little guy staring up at me with the most adorable puppy eyes. He even stopped eating trash when he saw me, it was magical, Steve. You should have seen him, he was so lost and sad. And look at him now. Only 30 minutes with me And he's unrecognizable. We need to keep him. Please can we keep him?” 

“Let me set this straight: you found a dog in the trash eating said trash and smelling like it, too. And your first instinct was to take him home?”

“Steve, have you seen him? He’s adorable!”

“I don’t have to see him, I can smell him from a mile away.”

“Just a mile? That’s not so bad. Did you hear that, Frosty G?” The puppy gave an elated bark before resuming eating Steve’s pants.

“Can we pleeease keep him, Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes swayed from you to ‘Frosty G’ and then back to you again. He held up his stone-cold expression for about ten seconds and then he began to struggle. He wanted to be mad, he really did. But the way both you and Frosty were looking at him with those adorable puppy eyes made his heart go wild. He knew how much you loved animals. And seeing as you had only ever joked about adopting the stray cats you encountered on your walks from time to time, actually bringing one home showed Steve how much it would mean to you if he agreed.

His stare landed on Frosty again, who had stopped eating Steve’s clothes and was neatly sitting next to him now, snout raised and puppy eyes in full swing. Damnit, he was adorable. And he made your puppy eyes great competition. Unfortunately for Steve, the both of you would team up in the foreseeable future. 

“Alright,” Steve sighed in defeat, scrunching his nose when another whiff of Frosty’s odor swept over him as the little guy jumped in excitement. “But he needs to bathe first.”

“Oh my god, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You ran towards Steve and peppered his face in kisses until the frown disappeared. Maybe this was worth it. 

Not even ten minutes later, Steve and you were kneeling in front of the bathtub, washing Frosty G’s black fur clean. Annoyingly so, the little guy actually enjoyed bathing - a little too much, if you asked Steve. He was splashing and playing in the tub, getting Steve and you good a couple of times. Steve didn’t enjoy it, but then he looked over to you and saw that wholesome brightness on your face and heard that pretty laugh come out of your mouth and all of it was forgotten. 

You spent an hour in the bathroom, lathering and rinsing multiple times (until Steve could tolerate the smell). While one was pouring the water, the other distracted Frosty with a rubber duck. And when you finally finished the water show, sitting on the bathroom tiles with your wrapping the newest roommate in a towel, Steve took his time to look at you and your happy state. 

He watched as you patted the puppy dry, kissed its head multiple times, and cooed at the little guy who was already smitten by you. It was like a reward for the trouble he went through and made it all seem a lot less agitating. 

Steve leaned his head back against the cupboard as he smiled at you. “You named him after Loki didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t help myself, he’s just SO HOT!” You swooned before giving your attention to Frosty again, rubbing his ears dry carefully.

Steve sighed as the puppy looked at him with his tongue out, a smile present on its face - if puppies even could smile - and Steve did the same.

At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be happy. And if housing a cute but still smelly puppy named after his crazy girlfriend’s favorite Villain would make that happen, he’d choose this sacrifice every day anew. 

**alternatively I named the puppy Jamie and then the conversation would have gone a little like this: 

“You named him after Bucky didn’t you.”

“He’s just my favorite idiot,” you smiled dreamily, “I’m sorry, babe. But you’re a close second.”

Steve just sighed with a shake of his head. “That’s alright, he’s mine too...”

**OKAY BYE**

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[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

For Jesper x Reader please!!

Shoot From The Hip - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Gunfire. Suggestive Dialogue And Flirting. Not Beta/ Proof Read.

The gunshot makes your ears ring out, the barrel beside the two of you exploding upon impact. "Saints," you mutter, "a little close for comfort."

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Jesper is trying to play off the whole situation as a joke, but it's darker than you'd like it to be in the poorly lit streets, and your both running from being shot at, and you don't even know why.

Jesper had looked like he was up to something when he pulled you out of your game of cards by a market stall, and pushed you up against the wall outside of the tavern you were supposed to be watching for Kaz. "It's nearly dusk, you better be here for a booty call," you had joked as he leaned in far too close, body pressed against yours. He had chuckled and he was so nervous that you could feel it in the dancing of his fingers against your side. "Seriously Jesper, what is with you, you're awfully close to me right now."

"Something wrong with that?" he had smirked and then the first gunshot had sounded. "Okay, maybe I need better cover."

"Jesper Fahey, I need an explanation right-," you hadn't a chance to finish before you were being shot at and Jesper was dragging you by your wrist down a back alley.

"I dragged you into this?" you snap back. "You dragged me into this."

"Oh right," Jesper nods, "I did, didn't I? My apologies." He leans around you and takes a shot of his own, you hear someone yell out but you don't move to check. Not because you trust Jesper hit the guy, but because you don't want to place your bets you won't get shot at in the crossfire.

"You going to explain to me why we are being shot at?" you demand, pulling the gun not in Jesper's hand from its holster, and familiarising yourself with it's weight. Jesper watches you, debating on if he should say anything but another gunshot a little too close to your foot makes him decide to not pick that argument. Besides there is something about you holding his gun that makes him want to make far too many jokes and lean in just too close. But he bites back his instincts to do both.

"Not really," he says, taking another shot. You grab a handful of Jesper's moss green shirt, hand curling over the pearly buttons as you do so.

"Jesper, tell me why I am being shot at," you tell him.

"Let go of my shirt, unless you plan on taking it off me," he says, and it would be easy to think Jesper has forgotten that he is in a life endangering situation, but knowing Jesper better means knowing that only makes him more likely to flirt.

"You better shut up, or I will do it for you," you tell him, standing up and twisting to shoot one of the assailants to your left, you hit him in the knee and are quick to duck back down.

"Is that a promise gorgeous?" he asks, giving you a wide grin.

"I hate you sometimes," you tell him, but your smile gives away how much you don't mean it. Jesper mocks being wounded just in time for a bullet to skim between the two of you and make a hole in his waistcoat.

"I love this outfit," he curses. You roll your eyes.

"You've worn better," you tease, grabbing him arm to continue moving.

"Tell me which ones got your attention," he says, pushing you up against the wall again, this time to duck out of the view of some of them running in your pursuit. He is too close again, you can taste the mint on his breath, feel the heat of his face close to yours. You can hear his heartbeat louder than your own.

"Have I mentioned I hate you lately?" you ask, trying to prevent your chest from heaving as you breathe. He just smirks at you and you pinch his arm. He plays off the pain as a silent joke with an overdone expression. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" he asks, looking around to assess if the danger is gone.

"All... sexy and nonchalant," you say, trying to brush him off.

"I can't help looking sexy, sweetheart, it comes naturally," he says.

"Shut up," you warn him.

"No one tells me what to do unless we are in bed-," you place a hand over Jesper's mouth. He has only a few seconds to look at you wide eyed before he realises what you were trying to keep yourselves unseen from. He hears the rattle of the wallet chain and the familiar footsteps. You recognise it too, whoever has been on Jesper's tail, they're with The Black Tips, and you know this bruiser a little too well.

"Trust me?" It's half a question and half an instruction but Jesper nods to both. You pull him in, filling the space between you, by his collar. Jesper is suprised by the kiss but barely misses a beat, sinking into it, pressing you back further against the wall, hands guiding down your shoulder to your waist, keeping you close, holding you still. Jesper is spinning, it's all explosions and fire lights, all gunshots and sparks, his heart is hammering against his chest as if it's a wall that needs to be torn down yesterday. For a moment you both forget why you're here, his fingers lacing against yours, the gentle nudges in the kiss, the drum in your chest that matches his in the race of hearts.

When you pull away Jesper struggles for a second to find his balance. You look around and whoever's was lingering before has gone now, disinterested in two lovers in an alley. You let out a little pant and a sigh of relief before you finally give into the feeling of Jespers gaze hot on you. “I just — I’m breathless, okay?" You say, "It kind of happens... whenever I’m with you." But the look doesn't cease. "Jesper now are you going to tell me what that was about?"

"You kissed me for cover?"

"Yes."

"You kissed me, like that, for cover?"

"Jesper, focus."

"How am I supposed to focus when you kiss like that?" He demands, but theres enough of that joking lightness in his voice that you recognise to ignore him.

"Jesper, tell me what that was about," you insist.

"I'll tell you anything you want to hear if you'll kiss me like that again," he says grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you closer. You think about it, you really think about it, but you just give him a grin and shake free of his hold.

"Tell me what that was about, then I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it?" He asks, gently tilting your face up by your chin, pinched between a finger and a thumb.

"I'll think about it," you repeat, your heart still running away with the force of the kiss, head still spinning.

"Okay, that's good enough for me."

A/N: Mine and Jesper's Shared Braincell's During This.

[oswlld]

oswlld's monthly wrap up: may

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

--

Arsenic and Adobo, Mia P. Manansala [started 05/18, finished 06/03] I didn’t dip my toes into the light murder mystery genre until now and to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s working for me. But I have seen recommendations floating around this series with filipino characters and wanted to check it out. The main character, Lila, is eerily specific to my personal experiences and upbringing, but the writing feels severely lacking because I’m actively looking for more character development and depth. My best friend clarified that this genre doesn’t really flesh out the characters in the way I want it to. In the end, it just fell flat for me. I gave it 3.5⭐️ on storygraph (which might be generous) — Crying in H-Mart, Michelle Zauner [started 05/09, finished 06/09] Have you even got a book that you know that you’ll love, so you just end up avoiding it at all costs? This is a memoir that I needed to read this slowly because it just felt incredibly special. And so painful. If you’re a first gen aapi with a difficult relationship with your mother, this is going to be a LOT for you. Sobbing, snotty, the whole works. Take long breaks in between reads if you need it. I luckily saved the heaviest part of the book for when I was taking an impromptu trip to the lake, surrounded by so much sun, mist, and life. The world was comforting me and wiping away my tears. 5.0⭐️ on storygraph!!

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, dnf] I only had time to catch episode 9 in May. I thought I would be able to complete the series this month, but alas it might be a DNF. Please tell me that the adorable teachers got together! — Doctor Who, Disney+ [started: 05/10, in prog] It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that DW is on here. I am a DW blog first, multifandom blog second. I’m loving the spin RTD is taking with the show for this run, having the genre touch on the supernatural/mythical/fantasy. It still has the same DNA but it’s so fresh. I only caught the first two eps on premiere week and haven’t had the time to keep up with the show weekly, but I am catching up soon. — Murderville, Netflix [started 02/10, finished: 05/23] I forgot to include this in my february wrap up, but I watched eps 1-4 back then and finally got around to seeing the last two eps this month. This show is such a delight! I love the unique twist on the concept of procedural improv, where the guest star actually have to solve the case at the end of the ep. They’re not there to just play off the other actors, they invite themselves to interact with the plot without taking it too seriously. If this sounds right up your alley to turn your brain down to like… 25%, please check this out. — Attack on Titan [started: 05/26, in prog] I have quite a journey ahead of me, but I’m happy to report that I LOVED the first ep. What a strong start to my anime era! This is gonna be my summer obsession, I can just feel it. By the time this posts, I will have seen eps two and maybe three(??). Gimme them right now, in an IV please. — Devil’s Plan, Netflix [started: 04/23, ALMOST complete] Bestie and I are OBSESSED with this competition series and we just learned there will be a s2, YAYY! This isn’t a show where you can turn your brain off. Now that I think about it, I don’t think there’s been a challenge I fully understood until ep 10, but man is it fun watching the contestants figure it out. They’re all SO intelligent and SOOO charming. And the games are so creative and elevated, it makes the stakes so charged! We are a few min into ep 11, out of 12, and we are planning to finish it this week. I don’t want this show to endddd!

Whew! I thought I didn’t watch much this month, but I covered a lot of ground on the TV front huh.

Pedro, Netflix [watched on 05/05] First off, you’ll be delighted to know that the artist and subject matter of the film, Pedro Friedeberg, has two cats named Wikipedia and Netflix. What I find so refreshing about this documentary in particular is Pedro, the unwilling participant during the process. The filmmaker, Liora Spilk Bialostozky, takes great care in sharing her insecurities about it. Liora is not shy about her adoration for her favorite artist and Pedro is very firm with his boundaries when pressed about his personal life. It makes for a very delightful, yet tense friendship between the two. — Polite Society [watched on 05/31] This is still fresh in my mind but what a spectacular film! LOVE how it puts the sister bond in the forefront of this classic action film, as well as all the female friendships. It makes the tonal shift flow seamlessly because the heart of the film beats strong. The best scene was the KHAN vs KHAN fight sequence, Ria vs Lena. The bashing, the biting, and the blood! The choice to make the final blow be self-inflicted, especially when it targets my personal experience, really took this film to new heights. I want to just ‘This movie has EVERYTHING’ meme the hell out of this. It has weird girls, judgmental aunties, college dropouts who have an estranged relationship with making art, torture scenes through the use of leg waxing, reproductive autonomy, FEMALE RAGE! It deserves to be up there when people think of 10 Things I Hate About You and Clueless.

GÉNESIS, Peso Pluma [first time listening] Before Coachella, I knew very little about Peso Pluma but his live performance really shot him to the top of my list of artists to catch up on. When I was little, my dad always had corrido playing in his car radio and to this day, he still occasionally plays it in the garage. What I really admire about GÉNESIS is the modern twists the artist takes in the production and writing, perfectly paying homage to the traditional without it sounding dated. I think it’s largely due to his vocals. He doesn’t shy away from perfecting at the cost of being authentic and it shines in songs such as Rubicon and 77. The latter half of the album really packs a punch, it’s so hard to pick a favorite. Everything from Lady Gaga to the end is just banger after banger after banger. Having this album play in my car… I really do take after my father. — LAS LETRAS YA NO IMPORTAN, Residente [first time listening] I first heard of Residente from the song Immigrants (We Get the Job Done) from the Hamilton Mixtape. Even then, I made a mental note to get back to him, but lost track of time until I started listening to Peso Pluma. This compilation consists of 23 songs and it’s such a sublime experience from beginning to end! It’s cinematic, it’s heavy, it’s a party, AND it’s skipless. He has a level of talent that has me raging!!! HE’S SO GOOOOOOD TF?!?!? The first time I heard 313, I wrote a note on my phone with “hhhhhhhh???!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!how dare he” and I stand by that statement. It’s almost six minutes long and not one second was wasted. Where Peso Pluma brings the traditional corrido to the present, Residente brings rap/hip-hop into the future. Whenever I get a chance to jump back into the album in the car, the songs I tend to gravitate towards are Artificial Inteligente, Cerebro, Yo No Sé Pero Sé, Que Fluya, and Las Letras Ya No Importan. This guy doesn’t miss, I hate him (affectionate). — Everything I Know About Love, Laufey [first time listening] This album is magnificent, I am UNWELL. The way I feel about this album is the same way I felt about Five Seconds Flat last summer: a feeling so bone deep, my soul begs for release. Bewitched was such a strong outing for me, so hearing little echos of it in the album before made the listen experience all the more enchanting. I’m so in love with this album. I’m actually convinced that Above the Chinese Restaurant is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. Ever. If I talk about this album more, it’s going to dig up so much of my deepest, darkest memories. I can’t… but also please talk to me about this album. — HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, Billie Eilish [first time listening] On gawd, what a stellar month for music, I can’t believe it! What a KNOCKOUT!! Billie and Finneas, I feel, have finally come home. They finally own their craft, refined it, and carved it into this marble masterpiece. Billie is more daring with her vocal range and exploring new avenues in her execution. The entirety of L’amour De Ma Vie was just me going “ARE YOU KIDDING ME????” 30 times over in the car. No but for real, is she joking? This is so ungodly, what am I supposed to do with myself?? HELP???? It’s a no-skip album, there is no top 5, no favorites list. It just is and it’s unbelievable that I can’t experience it for the first time all over again.

[dreamywolfdd]

a quick announcement

i can finally say this, i designed the character wolfman for my friend's game! (XF: Extreme Formula)

lake and everyone involved have done an amazing job with this game's contents and designs, its such a huge honor and milestone to have designed a character for it and the opportunity to be part of something like this, seeing something i made on a game makes me vry vry happy

XF Extreme Formula is like some sort of F-Zero spiritual succesor (mostly F-Zero GX) so if you have played/familiarized w it, it'll probbaly be up your alley, for those who have never played an fzero game i recommend you to give it a try as well!

hope you all look forward to the full game's release and enjoy the contents of the demo with the amazing work of the team and i also hope yall dig mijo (go take him out for a walk/ride for me)

Enjoy and Happy SAGE 2023!

please make sure to check out the rest of the other games the event has to offer

[sarifinasnightmare]

Popsicle Standoff

Rating: Sexual Innuendos Ahoy!

Paring: Sarah X Bucky

Author's Note: This is me killing two birds with one stone. So @sahtinekryze  put out this prompt about Cass, AJ and Bucky conspiring to hide a kitten from Sarah. This also fulfills the popsicle prompt. Hopefully I did good!

Summary: Cass and AJ rescue a kitten. Bucky has a soft spot for cats and decides to aid and abet them in hiding the little floof from their mother.

August 19-25: Popsicles

Bucky had endured torture. However what Sarah was doing in front of him was about to make him fold faster than a lawn chair.

It was supposed to be a distraction and a way to soften her up to what the boys had hidden up in their room.

When it came to the boys, Bucky was always 100% behind whatever decision Sarah made. However, when Cass and AJ came back from school carrying an adorable white ball of fluff that had been abandoned in a box on the side of the road, her NO PETS rule went flying out the window.

“Please don’t tell mom!” AJ pleaded as Bucky gently took the little kitten from his arms.

“We think it’s deaf.” Cass snapped his fingers close to the kitten’s ear and it didn’t flinch, too busy staring up at Bucky with matching blue eyes.

The little thing looked dehydrated, with a distended belly and probably covered with fleas. Still it mewed bravely and lifted a paw curiously. Bucky smiled remembering as a small boy the alley cats he often played with and how occasionally one would crawl on his lap for pets. Fighters and survivors, they were nonetheless tranquil, peaceful creatures.

“Let’s see if we can get the fleas off her.” He decided after giving her a quick inspection.

A check on the internet showed them how to give the kitten a proper washing and what it would need to eat. Bucky promptly went to the nearest store to get some proper food and had just returned when Sarah suddenly drove in.

“Mom’s here!” AJ cried out, hugging the freshly washed kitten wrapped snug in a towel.

The kitten mewled loudly in protest.

“Shh! Not so loud.” Cass hushed them both. “We got to hid her.”

Bucky sighed, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Take her upstairs. I’ll see what I can do with your mom.”

The boys quickly dashed up to their room just as Sarah walked into the house with a small bag of foodstuff. She caught the sounds of frantic steps and the door slamming shut along with hushed words. Bucky stood in the center looking awkward.

“Is there something I should know?”

“N-No.”

Now this was surprising. It was the first time Bucky had ever lied to her. Handing the groceries to him she decided to figure out what shenanigans was going down.

“I think I’m going to check on the boys.”

“Uh, wait!” He opened the freezer, looked around. “I’ve been craving a popsicle…Want to enjoy one with me?” Turning around he thrust one at her.

He’s stalling her. Now she knew something was up, but fine, if he wanted to play games, so be it.

“Okay,” she said, peeling off the plastic wrapping to reveal the classic red and orange popsicle swirl. Taking a seat across from him, she sucked the tip of the cold dessert and moaned in delight.

Bucky faltered, his popsicle missing his mouth by a mile as he watched Sarah begin to suck, lick and slurp on the long frozen pop.

“My girlfriends and I loved these on hot nights. We’d try to make it last as long as possible.” She mused as her tongue licked the sweetness of the popsicle first up, then down.

“Uh huh.” He said breathlessly.

“I remember Brenda was boy crazy and showed us her special trick.” Demonstrating, she pushed the popsicle far into her mouth and slowly dragged it out.

His jeans were now extremely tight, and his gaze was fixed on her every move.

She arched a brow. “Aren’t you going to eat yours? It’s melting all over your hand.”

“Uh,” He reached out to grab a napkin, missed and jostled the table before awkwardly wiping his hand.

Bemused, she took a delicate bite and let the icy sweetness melt in her mouth. “You’re wasting it.”

Bucky watched the way her tongue dragged over her lips, squirming, but tried to regain control and began to chomp at his popsicle, finishing it in three bites.

“You didn’t even enjoy it.” Sarah scolded gently as she slowly finished hers until she was only sucking on the stick.

“Jesus, Sarah,” He groaned, pulling the stick from her mouth and capturing her in a cool, sticky sweet kiss. He’d been tortured enough and now demanded some satisfaction.

She indulged him. Her tongue teased him, her teeth nibbled. His breath became heavy, and she brushed her hand against his jeans feeling his arousal.  

“I’m going to check on the boys.”

Before Bucky could even realize he’d been tricked, Sarah ran up the stairs to find out what was going on. Valiantly he tried to stop her but too late, she was inside AJ’s bedroom looming over the boys as they tried their best to look innocent despite the fact that the kitten was meowing loudly under the bed.

“What did I say?” She said, hands parked at her hips.

“Please mom! She was left to die all alone in a box!” Cass argued. “We couldn’t leave her like that.”

“You always tell us to help the less fortunate.” AJ added.

Bucky soon lumbered in awkwardly, his eyes darting around. “Where is she?”

The kitten crawled out from under the bed and made a beeline for the super soldier. With sharp, tiny claws she unabashedly climbed up his long legs until he could scoop her into his arms. Now safely established, the kitten looked up at Sarah and meowed her introduction.  

Sarah arched a brow. “Sassy, isn’t she?” She noticed how tenderly Bucky stroked the little thing’s soft white fur. “I see I’m already being replaced.”

“No, come on. You know you’re the only girl for me.” Bucky countered before shrugging. “She’s just a lost little kitten. Abandoned, forgotten, disabled…no friends.”

“Not abandoned nor alone. Not so long as a Wilson is around to save the day.” Sarah teased lightly as she gave into the urge and stroked the kitten’s soft head.

Bucky smiled faintly. “I know you told the boys no pets…but you never said I couldn’t have one.”

“Ooh! Yeah, you never said Uncle Bucky couldn’t have a pet. He can keep it!” AJ parroted excitedly.

“You know, instead of lying and stalling with popsicles, you could’ve just said you guys found a kitten.”

Cass frowned. “But you said no pets.”

“Yeah but I never said we couldn’t help a poor defenseless animal.” She countered. “She could stay but tomorrow she moves into Bucky’s place. Okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” They said in unison. “Can we have a popsicle?” AJ added.

“Go for it.”

They quickly skedaddled out to the kitchen leaving the adults to with their new feline charge.

“So now that this has been settled what are you going to do to prevent me from making you sleep on the couch tonight?” Sarah said, folding her arms across her chest, waiting.

Bucky sighed. “I am sorry that I helped the boys smuggle a cat into the house and lie about it…and I promise that she’ll stay at my place. Please don’t make me sleep on the couch. You are the most beautiful, radiant, loving woman a guy could ever ask for.”

She stared at him for a moment. “I’ll think about it.” Then turned and went to join her sons.

Cat and cat owner watched her go.

The feline glanced up at him. “Mrrp.”

“Thanks for the encouragement.” Bucky replied. “Let’s go butter her up some more.”

In the end, Cass and AJ saved a cat, the cat got a new home, and Bucky managed to slide in beside Sarah that night to finish what they started with the popsicles.

[sabrinahawthorne]

JUMP! Devlog, February 26, 2024 - Relationships & Modes of Play

1. Relationships

Something crucial is missing from JUMP!: relationships. What is shonen without devotion, friendship, and rivalry, all simmering with homoerotic tension? Absolutely nowhere, that's where.

Loyalties and Rivalries are simple markers of a Fighter's relationships with other Fighters. Each Playbook features a section on relationships that looks something like this:

Like Conditions, relationships can be gained & lost over the course of play - but that's about where the similarities end.

When you have a relationship with another Fighter, the two of you gain access to a couple of additional Beats and Bursts:

2. Modes of Play

JUMP! is a game about fighting. Which means that I've spent a lot of time thinking about out-of-combat play.

My first thought was to essentially ignore it. Let non-combat scenes happen as a conversation between players and not address it. I hate that idea. Even if it's simple and gets out of the way, I think there should be something to do mechanically when you're not fighting. I want to frame and facilitate the entire space of shonen battle storytelling, not just build a bloated standalone combat engine. I've already built a standalone combat engine - it's called DUEL, you should check it out.

My second thought was to do what I've been doing already: model play after the Apocalypse Engine. This idea feels better, but I still don't like it. I like the Apocalypse Engine a lot, and cheating off its homework when making a game that models genre fiction is generally a good idea, I think. But in my opinion, adding PbtA-style Moves to JUMP! would cross the line, and I'd just be fully Powering my game by the Apocalypse.

Idea number 3 is to follow the advice of itch.io user DeReel:

This is a great idea. Wanderhome is a great game, undoubtedly one of my all-time favorites. This comment actually got me on the train of thought that developed into Beats and Bursts. As for out-of-combat play, though, I don't know. It feels so good on paper, but... something isn't right about it. I can't really put my finger on it, but my gut tells me that this isn't the way.

Here's the current idea: eliminate the distinction between Combat and Not Combat. It involves a couple of very technical and pretty boring-to-read tweaks to the Bidding system, but essentially, this is how it works.

During a scene, whenever a fighter triggers the conditions of a Beat, that beat activates - no matter what. This means that during a scene, a person's Pools will be fluctuating regardless of if a fight is going on. Then, if a fighter for any reason goes head to head against another character, whether it be an argument over food prices or an intense tactical debate, a Contest is initiated. This doesn't trigger a full fight - it's equivalent to a contested roll in another game.

This all works exactly how a proper Combat works, and that's he idea. This will hopefully give out-of-combat fight a bit more texture, and saves me the trouble of having to pile on another new set of systems atop what I currently have. The only thing that changes when a proper fight starts is the introduction of an arcade-fighter style "first to three" system, replacing the Conflict meter from the prototype.

I've got more brewing down the line alongside all this - I've almost got Powers cracked, and I'm chugging away at the nitty-gritty details of the playbooks. Once I've got a draft of all that ironed out, I have a couple of ideas for measuring game time and creating Arcs.

Right now, I'm hunting for an illustrator! I need somebody with an anime/manga style (think Naruto or Fullmetal Alchemist), who has space for 10-20 illustrations, paid upfront per piece. If that's work that sounds up your alley, or if you know someone who fits the bill, please reach out to me at sabrinahawthorne@proton.me.

[derelictdumbass]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

Rules: search for the given words in your WIP(s). If you don't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning. Then choose new words for the people you tag to look for in their WIP(s).

Found this tag game while randomly scrolling through some tags and I think I've done it once before on my other blog and I felt like doing it again so! I'm gonna tag some people but if you see this and wanna do it go ahead and please tag me because I wanna see!!

My Words: home, rough, fall, ache, drawl

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"God I guess, I don't know. Everytime I think about it I get a headache. I feel like I'm losing my mind and I don't know what to do." He laughs, a sound broken and twisted by the fear entangled in its crescendos. Castiel could only hold him tighter, support him as the barrier in his mind no doubt throbbed and ached from the slow seeping out of reality.

"You're not losing your mind, but perhaps you're tired, would you like me to walk you home?" Castiel offers and Nadine doesn't hesitate. He nods and follows Castiel's gentle, guiding hands as they stand. Luckily the library was almost the same distance from Nadine's apartment as the college campus, maybe a ploy by the universe to make everything convenient and enjoyable for him. Castiel stopped by the front door of the apartment building and Nadine paused as well, hovering and not making any moves to go inside.

"Do you…" He trails off, struggling with his words and Castiel waits patiently. "Do you want to come hang out, I don't wanna be alone." He admits, his gaze glued to the concrete walkway.

— "Beautiful Things", ship: Feathers and Flannels

warning(s): canon-typical violence, semi-fatal wound, blood

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"C'mon baby boy, keep your eyes open, Cas is comin', he's gonna fix you right up so stay awake sweetheart, c'mon." Bobby's voice wavered, tears building up as Nadine was mostly unresponsive to his encouragement. A cough spread even more blood on his face and Bobby wiped it away with no hesitation, his own hands coated with Nadine's blood and shaking ever so slightly. 

Sam bowed his head, putting as much pressure on his stomach as he could, his own hands shaking as he tried to stop the small hiccups of a cry from escaping. In his mind he begged Castiel for help, begging for him to hurry and stop this nightmare from reaching a climax none of them wanted to even consider. 

"Cas for fucks sake, please—we need you." Dean's angry roar melting into a rough cry was hard to hear, it wasn't often he broke composure like that—not around Sam anyway.

— "Scattered", ship: Feathers and Flannels

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Murphy watches Dean's back as they make their way down an alley way, keeping close as instructed; perhaps closer than necessary. Dean wasn't complaining, at least he didn't have to wonder if he was falling behind. Dean holds his hand up as they get to the opening, leaning forward and checking left and right before motioning for Murphy to follow him out.

They walk onto the street and Murphy readjusts the duffel bag on his shoulder, only Dean could get away with making him a pack mule. At least he had a nice view, Dean's muscles flexed in the sun as he kept his gun aimed ahead of him. He was less than impressed about having to walk around half naked but after Murphy assured him there was not one spare shirt in that doctors office he had little choice until they rejoined the group.

Turning a corner Dean comes to a halt and reaches behind him to signal for Murphy to stop. Ducking behind a van the two watch the road as a truck slowly drove towards them.

— "Doctor's Orders", ship: Alvinne

warning(s): heavy painkillers, needle mention, bullet wound, intoxicated/under the influence behaviour

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He kicked off his boots, pulled off the beloathed, dirty and very-much-not-his socks—nearly falling as he did so. His shoulder fell into the wooden frame and his spine shifted in a way that spiked a dull ache through his body. He grunted and caught himself, shaking his head and groaning in frustration. Everything hurt and was numb all at once and he hated it. No amount of slapping his cheeks was making him feel any more alert.

"What did they give you pup?" An amused huff comes from somewhere in the house, disembodied and floating through Dean's ears like an old melody.

"Big fuckin' needle." He slurred, attempting to pat his lower back where Grace had stabbed a needle into him, right next to the throbbing bullet wound. His hand slapped around like a baby seal before he gave up and returned it to the doorframe, pulling himself into the hallway and turning himself towards the stairs. Funny, he didn't remember having a spiral staircase. Were they always red? Dean closed his eyes, feeling a strain behing them and leading himself towards the newly spiral staircase with his hands.

— "SMFYaM CH9", ship: Only Us

warning(s): canon-typical behaviour, unhealthy relationships

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"He seems a bit too sweet for you doesn't he? Kind of like a puppy dog," Heather hums thoughtfully, picking up a photo and turning the frame in her hand to inspect it. John itched to snatch it away from her but he kept himself composed, walking just a ways behind her and keeping his hands tucked under his crossed arms.

"Do you have a point?" John drawls, trying to sound uninterested as she puts the picture frame back in its place on the mantle. She chuckles and it's annoying how smug she sounds without even saying anything, even the way she slides her hand over the mantle as she takes a few graceful strides away from him is condescending.

"My point is you're a cat person playing in the wrong yard, it doesn't quite add up," she muses, eyes locking onto his as she lets her hand drop back to her side; she smiles all too knowingly and John feels his jaw tighten. 

— "Tug o' War", ship: I'll Huff and I'll Puff

Your Words: anchor, intertwined, twist, lost, flicker

no pressure tags: @space-sweetheart @resonant-silver @one-winged-dreams @jackals-ships @singingdeepinme and any writer who has some WIPs they'd like to do this with! It doesn't have to be multiple WIPs either btw it can all be from one WIP! ♡

[iwoszareba]

Owlcatober 1: Protection

(post-game, demon Woljif, canon-typical violence)

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"Listen pal, you pay what we agreed to and we can part as friends. Simple."

Woljif did a background check on this guy and nothing extraordinary came up, just a small fry demon like any other, but something about his nasty grin was saying I'm not very good at poker and I have an ace up my sleeve. 

"And how about I just take what I want? What could you possibly do about that, half-blood?"

Woljif winced, back on Golarion everyone was making a ruckus over his abyssal heritage and when actually in Abyss he got berated over his mortal origins. You just can't please these people, can you?

"I'm a more powerful demon than you ever will be." he hissed.

This dolt was clearly looking for a fight because that was enough to get him raging. He flipped the table that was between them with intention to brawl but big swings of his fists were slow and unfocused, Woljif had no problem dodging around them. In return he was able to send a jolt of magical energy through his fingers to his opponent, making him stagger.

"Last offer. We end this now and you won't get zapped no more."

The big guy let out a gurgling laugh and moved his hand to a dagger on his belt. The moment it was free of its sheath it started to glow with a web of complex runes. One glance was enough to tell Woljif this was bad news. Terrible even. But he had a contingency plan in place.

"You are givin' me no choice."

Woljif grabbed a purple crystal he wore as a necklace and whispered a few words. Several copies of his visage appeared around him and started to run in the demon's direction. As Woljif expected that blade was laced with some powerful magic making even this klutz fight with monstrous speed. Left and right his illusions were vanishing on impact, still it gave him a bit of a head start before the demon noticed him disappear around the corner. Woljif knew this area well by now and could navigate to his advantage for a while but even that was not enough to beat a magically charged demon. A powerful arm grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him up into the air, his legs dangling helplessly.

"You really thought these silly tricks would be enough?"

Woljif wriggled to no effect but there was a grin plastered on his face.

"Enough to buy me some time, sure."

In an instant the dark alley was filled with purple light and the sound of opening portal. The air became dense, shadows grew longer. Demon's eyes opened wider, but he did not turn around, seemingly frozen in place.

A voice came from behind his back.

"I don't know what your deal is but that's no way to treat an honest businessman."

Woljif was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and the demon finally found the courage to swing his weapon at the newcomer. The dagger connected with the flesh.

"Chief!"

Woljif couldn't stop himself from yelling out but the concern seemed unnecessary. While the blade was deep in chief's gut his clawed hands were firmly holding the arm of the confused and terrified demon.

"I accept your sharp gift! In return I decided to spare your lousy life."

In one swift move he pulled the demon closer, now staring directly into his eyes. Claws started digging into skin and muscle beneath.

"Tell others that if anyone tries this shit with Woljif again: I will find you. I will drag the worst nightmares directly from your skulls and I will make them reality. Understood?"

The demon was nodding furiously, tears falling from his eyes as he did.

"Good."

And with that chief released him completely. Woljif has never seen a demon this big run away so fast, you could almost believe he still had the dagger on him.

He got up, dusted himself off and came over to Knave who was licking his lips in contemplation.

"Did he taste any good?"

Woljif asked trying to sound calm. He still thought there was something incredibly weird about feeding on people's fear but hey, at this point what about the chief was normal.

"Not really. The guy was a coward, they are always a little insipid."

I hope I don't taste like that anymore was not a though Woljif expected to have today but he couldn't help himself. But for sure he was not going to ask for confirmation.

"Here." Knave took the dagger out of his stomach with barely a flinch and extended it towards Woljif "That should cover whatever he owed you."

A long moment passed as Woljif just stared at the blade, both of them standing there in awkward silence.

"Yeah, sorry about the blood."

Knave piped up eventually and started to sheepishly wipe the metal with the edge of his shirt.

"It's not that, chief. I think you should take it as a payment for your help "

"Why? I didn't care about your money before and I don't care about it now."

Woljif was not sure if this was a case of being facetious or genuinely confused. He was no expert on such things but wasn't there some basic rule about fey and debts? And even without that… nothing comes for free. It just wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted to foster with anyone anymore.

"I dragged you all the way here and you helped me out, but I don't want this lingering."

Chief made a thinking expression and tapped the tip of the dagger to his chin twice.

"I see. Well, if you want to repay me you could always do that in stories. That seems like a sensible currency to me. And you always had some fun ones to tell!"

Something at Woljif's core stirred and he had to squash that feeling back down. During the crusade he decided that the two of them can't be anything more than allies… but something about chief's mischievous grin always made him want to smile back. He grabbed once again offered dagger and with a sigh he conceded.

"Deal."

[probablygayattorneys]

I am once again deigning to self-promo (well, and I promised @frogs-in3-hills that I would announce when I started this story) to inform you all that over on my Ao3 page, I have just posted the first chapter of Requiem of the Emerald Reaper, a crossover between Netflix's Bridgerton and The Great Ace Attorney!

If you've ever wondered what would happen if Barok van Zieks sought Eloise Bridgerton's hand in marriage, then boy do I have a story for you! If you have not and instead are wondering how I am marrying these two stories when they're not even set in the same time period, then I do not have a story about you because the main answer is just I don't care about historical accuracy and this is a love letter to the TV show, the game, and being anachronistic.

If this sounds up your alley then come along for the ride, I highly suggest both Bridgerton and GAAC and I've been writing this on and off in my head for probably about two years now, so I'm excited to finally release it into the world!

As usual, the art was provided by my amazingly talented friend Zieg, please go check them out on twitter!

[eldritchmochi]

yeah I am pretty young lmao, I'll spare you from another playlist by just naming some artists that gave me inspiration for god knows at some point

first off you mentioned Hozier, which I kinda only mention because he released a new album recently. Arctic Monkeys and Father John Misty are kinda in the same boat as him. More like the same lake.

The Amazing Devil and The Oh Hellos never fail to give me some sort of D&D/character inspiration. Ghost does?? something??? as well with characters, but specific ones. Same with Steam Powered Giraffe.

other than that, Library Magic by The Head And The Heart is very Wizard, along with The Magician by Andy Shauf. and because I just can't go without mentioning it, Queen is my favorite band. :)

that's all! with any luck it'll end up being useful somehow lol

hozier is one of those artists who i dont listen to on purpose like ever i dont thinki could name a single song of his with confidence BUT i know his voice starkly as one i really lusted after pre-t. i saw he just dropped a new album and i HAVE to give it a listen to especially the video of sssomething or other (full album mv??? pLEASE) because it stars domnall gleeson and i am still horny for that man even after all these years (he's the actor for hux for context lmao)

queen is also one of my long time favs, though definitely a band i dont know in and out the way i do with a lot of more modern punk bands lmao. freddie has and always will be Gender (god the video for i want to break free was IT for me in like 8th grade right around when i came out)

ive seen spg live before!! they are *great* experience even if you're not deep into the lore (i had friends who were big lore fans). i have heard precisely One And A Half Ghost Songs and im keeping it that way on purpose because its just sooooooo funny that im not into them because aesthetically they are way up my alley (and one of my sibs, a number of irl buddies, and MANY artists i follow are all nuts for them)

ive some passing familiarity with the artic monkeys, enough that i can pick out a number of their more popular songs on the radio even if i cant name them (i am garbage at song titles tho so)

i'll have to check out the rest, especially good Wizards Songs 👀

in response!! further things to check out:

FUNKY.FM - playlist by alexmoukala who is one of my FAVOURITE video game composers. i know him primarily through twitter where he posts snippets of remixed or reimagined video game music... but FUNKY (this one is particularly relevant to u based of ur playlist shared w me)

ye old spooky club 1995 - playlist by unnerving governess who i am 90% sure is gothic charmschool. i know i got the link thru her but i thiiink she also made it (another playlist that may vibe w u based off your playlist)

creature feature, especially the album "the greatest show unearthed" (ookey spooky rock with a lot of vincent price era horror camp and a lot of really impressive technical skill. i want it to be halloween damnit)

the mind electric by the miracle musical (behold, the essence of the inside of my brain but in tangible form. it is. incredibly ominous. do recommend headphones for max goosebumps (includes a lot of records played backwards type sounds and other distortions))

dance monkey by tones and i (one of my big essek songs since i get a lot of that vibe where he's beholden to his station for *so much* that its a disservice to his growth as a person)

bottom is a rock by mother mother (my m9 as a whole song. the chorus has a line for each of them i stg and if i could reliably draw i would do an old school lyricstuck to it)

my verdict on ur playlist btw is that it is very solid and cohesive a+, but *just* to the left of my tastes, largely because a lot of it skews 70s/80s which just by nature of the beast lacks the bass i like (because it was mixed entirely different compared to modern music, which is better suited for sounding big when played digitally through smaller speakers. ive heard some of these bands on big sound systems and theyre MUCH more in line with my tastes then lmao)

[melancholy-thots]

Another Text Game??

That's right! I'm back with the other contender for "my favorite game that you can just play for free on the internet." But wait! There's more!

So even right off the bat, this one has more in the gameplay department than the last text game I talked about. We've got a little timer that counts down until we can do our action again. Right now we've only got one, but I promise, it gets way crazier.

We've got a new location, you can see the text log is slowly fading out the old stuff as we do new stuff. That's super nice. And yes. If you're wondering. I am playing these games in real time as I write. I never took screen shots of these games because they're just text. And as y'all may know, I usually take screenshots of visually stunning moments. Sometimes really good writing, but hardly ever just words.

There's also little events that can happen. So far there's such a good spooky vibe going on. Realistically nothing bad has happened. But the page is so blank. There's a dark room. There's a stranger. There's noises in the night. Everything that actually causes me fear in regular everyday life.

We're truly into the idle resource management part of the game now. I'll post a few more pics, but there was a long time where I thought this was it, this was the game. Trust me, it's not. It's just going to take me a while of idling to get to the last part.

(Sidenote: Shit! I didn't get it but an event popped up that was just an ad for another free internet text game. I'm not even mad since clearly I love these, lol)

After getting enough resources to build some more buildings, the Lonely Hut is now a Tiny Village and there's a laundry list of inventory items to keep track of. When I first played, I thought this would be overwhelming, but it really isn't. I think it's because there's so little to do right now, right? Like I've got the same old stuff and two new things I can work towards. Most of these items like charms and teeth don't even factor in yet. And they'll be brought in as relevant slowly but surely in a way that's super easy to manage.

I just found this very funny because it mentions the last part of the game... which I haven't unlocked yet xD Speedrunning the wrong parts. Always my strat.

Stayed up way too long because I forgot buying a compass is how you unlock this. God help me.

Here it is! The last thing I wanted to show you here! It looks unassuming when you first open it up. But you can move that little @ with the arrow keys.... and I died in battle so fast I couldn't show y'all. Please wait while I the embark button is still on cooldown.

Here it is! The combat and exploration section! Wow, this post is already so long, so I'll keep it short. Everything on that little ascii map in the background means something. So A is the village, V is caves. Occasionally you get attacked by things. I won't spoil it because it's wild, but this part does have like a narrative ending that took me so many times of playing this game to get to. But I adore it. I've got it linked below just like the last game. I really think it's worth checking out if any of these things I've shown sound up your alley.