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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 9 months ago

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Rooster Teeth Needs To Be Saved (There Needs To Be Ideas For It) Part 1

[Note: This Is For Mature Audience Readers Only, so No Kids Allowed To Read This...mostly those who are under the Ages of 16 or 19 or older. also if it is true that some Karens think that all cartoons are for children, they need to wake up and know that isn't 100% true because some cartoons and video games are for a older mature audience, and the ratings can be 18+ for a freaking reason, and yeah, it could be good idea to have the rating for Yandere Simulator be 18+, like it still has it's normal mature stuff that it always has, and also that censoring options in it, which is good. but yeah there is a good reason I want that game to be 18+, to keep some from playing it until they are the right age to do so. so a certain incident doesn't happen again, to which I'm still gonna view that both parties are at fault...also this will get a bit off topic, like a whole lot....which is why in this it has the whole if you want to skip some of it, keep a look out for the bold words. ]

[Edited 3/16/2024 Note: I notice some slight mistakes, like some words I forgot to put down when typing all this....of course I didn't fix it until well now, when I log back in. of course when I did log off, I did end up going to sleep for some hours, then I woke up and at some point I log back on, before I do any posting, I'm gonna fix and edit this and another post that I notice while looking through it, that it also has a misspelling....so yeah, if it turns out this still has some mistakes, I will try to fix it if I'm able to spot them.]

so yeah, first of all, it's okay to reblog this, so those who are fans of the shows from Rooster Teeth, like Red Vs Blue, Camp Camp, RWBY and all other shows on there, ya have my full my permission to reblog this and don't need to ask.

cause well, it might be a good idea to reblog this and I will try to keep this not so long. of course after this, I will need to edit some of my posts cause I notice I had mistakenly put the wrong word when describing what happens with that modern radio, like it only happens once in a while, and yeah when I get my fingers close to it (when I have it switched on by the way) it has a perfect signal, but when I take it away it ends up with a poor signal and when I put my fingers and hand close to it, like as if I'm going to touch it but don't, the signal becomes more okay again....still freaky, but I'm okay with it.

(I will get to the whole discussion about Rooster Teeth after I say all what I need to say....even if it might take a bit longer than I intended to be....but if you wish to skip some parts, please keep a eye out for the bold words.)

and it does seem it will happen in vie-versa, still reminds me of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, but at least it isn't 100% the same as his powers. I mean, I love sweets but I know at times I don't want to eat something sweet and may want something else.

and of course there is that whole freaky thing that happen after using the pendulum possibly a bit too much, which once again I think it may have unlocked something. and I am using my gem bracelets for multi-purposes, one of them being to protect me from harm energies, but of course because of the three close calls when I was sleeping, I have to have to keep my dream-catchers up at all times.

the third close call shouldn't of happen anyway, but it did, and it might be because one of the new dream-catchers had some REALLY bad energy in it, which is why I had to take it down and remove it from my room and put it in a zip-lock bag and throw some salt in the said bag and put as far away from my room as possible. it's still in the house but it just is just not in the same room as me.

and yeah as weird as it might be, I did pray with the salt in my hands and then put in that zip-lock bag that has that dream-catcher in it.

I have a new dream-catcher now, one that seems to be more safer, of course the other dream-catcher (not the one that is in the zip-lock bag.) is safely outside and hanging on my door, and I think the reason it let that bad energy through, was possibly because the dream-catcher in the zip-lock bag had open up the protective barrier that I prayed for to be placed around the room as well on the door as well as the windows and all the parts in the said room, it is the only logical reason why the third close call happen even when that bad dream-catcher was suppose to keep that bad energy out...

and yeah, it has to do with Toxic-Lust Energy, the first time wasn't so bad because I became self-aware to realize what was going on, even when I was still in a hallway in the dream, which was still possibly dream-walking, and it is possible who I saw in that first dream as well as the other two dreams, was a type of clone type doppelganger that was possibly made from the original's toxic-lust energy, while the original would never do any form of harm but the toxic-lust energy manifestation would have no problem with that.

and yeah in the second close call, I had to run for it and tried to look for someone I trust in the said dream, which happen to be my Mom.

even though I can't really tell her that I'm the type of Nonbinary-Gal who by the way goes by both She/Her & They/Them, and there is that whole me being Aroaceflux as well as being Fictoromantic.

but I also think I maybe a type of Gray, I'm pretty sure I had found out about that before, so it could be possible I might be a type of Gray-Aromantic but still a type of flux, like I'm still interested in reading and even watching movies and shows with romance in it, as well as playing video games that gives you the choice to romance the love interests, like in Mass Effect, and I want to try not to romance Kaiden or Ashley by accident, cause if my goal is to romance a non-human, like Garrus Vakarian, then I'm going to try to stick to that plan if I decide to choose him, of course ya can't romance him in the first game and will have to wait until it gets to Mass Effect 2.

and yeah, even before I figured out that certain lust energies could of been the reason I fell for the wrong type of online boyfriends which by the way I have no interest in trying to get one at the moment, cause I rather have a crush on a fictional husbando character than try to pursue any form of relationship with someone who might understand that I do NOT want to be touched at times, and if ya think about it, it could be possible that I wasn't fully myself when falling for my now ex-boyfriends, it might be a mix of my body having absorbed some energies it shouldn't, even if half the time the energies that did get absorbed ended up giving me a seizure, which I had figured out some energies had been doing that when I lived in two other towns before moving to the one we live at now, which seems to be more energy safe, cause I haven't had a seizure since moving to the town we currently live in, of course we had to move from one building to another in 2015....and that whole first depression wasn't fun and made me loose a lot of weight, because I didn't eat very much, well the second depression wasn't fun either and may have felt a bit more worse and may have started around in 2016.....and I rather not fall into that not so great feeling again, thank you very much....I'm fine with just feeling a little down at times now, like I wouldn't say I love it.

it's just it's more tolerable than those last two depressions, but I can still get extremely sad like how I felt yesterday, at least I think it was yesterday.....which of course has to do with a video I watched that has to do with Rooster Teeth...and I will get to that discussion after this....

anyway like I said, in that second close call dream, I had to run, and for some reason there was a old man outside and I can't remember what he looked like, but I believe he was one of the figures that was protecting me. the other being a woman with long snow white hair and pale skin, I didn't see her face though.

it might of been during that time, I had decided to have one of my dream-catchers hang outside my door, to protect me.

and then comes the third close call dream, which happen when that other dream-catcher was still up but now is in a zip-lock bag with salt in the bag with it....it might be possible the reason why that third close call happen, was because the dream-catcher (that is now in a zip-lock bag with salt) had some bad energy, and whoever used it before may have not purified it from any dangerous energies.

I don't want to fully talk about that third close call dream at this moment, but I know I had talked about what happen before, but like I said it was a close call, a third close call type...

also it could be possible there are others like me, who had to figure out that certain feelings that were felt before, wasn't really fully their own and it was because some are giving off too much toxic-lust energy, I'm not even sure if the whole wearing gem bracelets will work for everyone who wants to protect themselves from not just the toxic-lust energy but also other type of toxic and really bad energies, some of which are supernatural or from people who give off way too much of it and it ends up flying around the room until it gets to you and then absorbs into your body like the sunlight to a flower.

even though your not physically touched, the energy still finds a way to get to you and depending on the dangerous levels of it, you could have a seizure. not all seizures are the same, and some of them don't have to do with the accidental energy absorption.

also besides the whole suspecting I may be a type of Gray-Aromantic.

I also had started to suspect that I may have been Demiromantic, like even if my falling for the wrong type of guys may have also have to do with some energy I didn't know I was absorbing. but my feelings also could of been still real, and it could be possible during those times when I talked with them and got close to them even not really seeing their face (don't really remember about all the stuff we talked about, I only remember very little about it, and some stuff I do remember, is that one of my ex-boyfriends made me feel uncomfortable even if I tried to put up with it but they seem a bit too obsessed with a certain thing, and not in a type of normal obsessed....but I guess I never really told him that the way he talked about it, made me really uncomfortable, it could be possible I didn't even fully realize it had made me feel uncomfortable until I started to think back on it.)

I may have been Demiromantic when I fell for the guys I fell for before, and yeah I have no interest in trying to get a boyfriend at this moment, not unless they respect my space, don't touch me when I don't want to be touched, and they will need to understand that hugging me from behind is out of the question, if I'm not aware of them standing behind me and they do that, they will likely startle me like a deer....and yeah apparently my spirit animal companion is the deer, I had looked it up before. though it could be possible that I and others could have other type of animals as well...

of course the whole deer thing, once again reminds me of Alastor.

it might been around last year I think when I was hugged from behind, I didn't much like it, but it's okay now, it was family but they know not to do that kind of surprise hug again, I'm okay with hugs when I give them and well also if someone does want a hug and well I can choose to give them one.....but what happen before, and I didn't know anyone was behind me, and yeah it was my Mom who did that, but still, it had startled me...

also even if I'm not sure if the whole gems will work for everyone who may have figured out that, some energies from others and even a place might be the reason they feel things that aren't fully their own, or like if the place like a town is full of very VERY bad high levels of bad energy and ya always seem to have seizures, and you do move to a new town, but certain parts of the places are safe but other parts still end up causing you to have seizures....then yeah, it could probably be safer to move to a whole new town far away where it has a much safer energy feel, well that or get some gems that are suppose to protect ya from the dangerous energies from both people and a place.....but again, I'm not 100% sure if that would work for everyone.

anyway to get back to the whole Rooster Teeth Discussion, a video I had watched that proves that the post I saw before has some form of truth, and not just some form of misunderstanding.

I felt so, not great after watching the video....it was like a overwhelming sadness, and yeah I had to go lay down and sleep it off.

of course when I woke up, it had apparently started to rain as well as sound a bit windy and thunderstorm a bit.....that is just a weird coincidence.

but anyway, there has to be some way to save Rooster Teeth, I mean yeah they should make sure to take days off, not just a few days, but actual vacation times that involves restoring energies, and if they have to, they could take turns, like those who can still work can do so while those who are suppose to take time off will need to take some months off, and yeah coming back early because they felt way better can be optional I guess. not sure if they have that type of thing going on.

but I want to say just because Warner Brothers helped at some point, don't mean they are the parents of the shows that were born from Rooster Teeth, even RWBY is Rooster Teeth's child, well more like Co-Parent then Adoptive Full Parent after what happen to RWBY's Other Parent that was Monty Oum....and I had founded out that Dragon Ball Series's Creator/Parent Akira Toriyama had died, I ended up watching another video that had talked about that, and in one of those videos there were some jerks that were bad mouthing about him, but also those who were doing that, were being told off by others who knew it was disrespectful to bad mouth him.....

if a creator of a something that brings joy to others around the world, even with the sadness that goes on, ends up dying and at times way too soon before it is their actual time.

of course fans who loved them and their work, will get peeved at those who wrongly disrespect them.

Warner Brothers wouldn't really be a parent to Rooster Teeth's Shows, they would be more like a Uncle/Aunt...

Steel Wool Studios had became a Adoptive Parent to FNAF, because Scott Cawthon TRUSTS them, and that trust is real, because they did their best when helping make the FNAF Security Breach and even the Ruin DLC, which I really hope that DLC comes to the Xbox One soon....cause I want to play that DLC as soon as possible.

also while playing one of my versions of FNAF-SB, I have a PS4, Xbox One, and Nintendo Switch versions....the Nintendo Switch version still has it's stickers, which at some point I will use.

anyway while playing a new save on the nintendo switch version, I had a new FNAF theory pop into my head, which I will talk about after this...but not before I do some editing in some posts that came before this one.

anyway, it could be possible that Warner Brothers, as great as they can be, should have some form of improvement, one of them being that they can't just do whatever the heck they want just because they had been around much longer than most companies that have only been around for some years but not as long as them.

it could still be possible that Warner Brothers and Rooster Teeth can still have a type of partnership, but there should be some form of respect and not have Rooster Teeth just give up, with how the world got, no thanks to the fragging Covid-19, and I'm seriously fragging tired of the bull frag slag that the Angel Boys are up to that has to do with them being influence by the Toxic-Masculine energy.

Toxic-Feminine energy is still a problem as well, but it hasn't been around as long as it's counterpart that has been around for freaking centuries even around the whole time when The Goddess was wrongly dethroned, and yeah, once again I believe in her now, as well as still believing in God as well, so I can still believe in both Divine Parents.

so excuse me if this Earth Angel Princess doesn't want to put up with some Toxic-Masculine Angels that may cross a line, even if there are still some Angels I can still trust, but still gonna have a bit of trust issues with some of them.

and like the song that Marceline Abadeer sings (from Adventure Time) that is about Princess Bubblegum

"I finally woke up." and as well as the whole "being tired of your candy kingdom." I might need to listen to that song again sometime.

but yeah, hope some can understand.

and yeah as it is weird, like a part of the song that Vaggie and Carmilla sings in one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel.

I kind of want to be Earth's Armor, well Vaggie is obviously talking about being Charlie's Armor...

and well, it be nice if other Earth Angels woke up the truth, there is like something seriously wrong with the Masculine energy, even if some parts of it is still good, but it hadn't been properly tended to for so long, and for all I know it getting the way it did may have to do with the Annunaki from those Ancient times.

and as weird as it might be, ya know the song "All About Us" by T.A.T.U. (or just called TATU....)

like some parts of the lyrics make me think about well,

like if they (The ones who are full of too much Toxic-Masculine energy) hurt you (and the "you" being both the Goddess/Earthly-Mother. and The Feminine Energy), they hurt me too ("me" as in well not just me but other Earth Angels as well as possibly Other Humans who may not be Earth Angels...)

there needs to be a way to heal and detoxify that Toxic-Masculine energy....of course all the song of "All About Us" might not fully match what I'm describing, but for some reason those lyrics "if they hurt you, they hurt me too." and maybe the parts that has to do with "rising up." which by the way not making the same mistakes as some Eon-Boomers did, we should at least use form of healing and protective barrier to stop the Toxic-Masculine energy from getting through, we can take baby steps with the Toxic-Feminine though, cause it isn't as high in the hazard dangerous levels as the Toxic-Masculine one.

anyway back to the whole Rooster Teeth and Warner Brothers, Rooster Teeth might have some problems but that doesn't mean they should just give up, instead they can just take a long break but also make plans on how to improve things, making sure that they don't get too overwhelmed, which can be helped by them making sure to take a lot of time off.

I may not know a lot of whats going on, but I hope they don't think that fans have stop caring, that is far from the truth.

fans can still care, it's just they can still have stuff that goes on with them, and when they can still be fans of the shows that is by Rooster Teeth. and yeah, if that whole Covid-19 hadn't happen some stuff that is going on wouldn't be as bad and even if there is still some good stuff that goes on, it still doesn't change the fact that it could be possibly that the Toxic-Masculine energy had something to do with what happen, even if not everyone has to agree, but I'm still gonna view that the Toxic-Masculine energy did play a part in that Covid-19 mess...

also if another company becomes a type of Co-Parent, even to something they didn't originally create, they can't just do whatever the frag they want and think everyone else will be okay with it.

and yeah there was that whole worry for the Hazbin Hotel, but seems everything is fine, so maybe it will keep being okay and the now Co-Parents that being Vivienne Medrano/Vivziepop The Original Creator (with her Team who originally worked on the shows Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss) and The Other Party, can keep things fair.

well at least she gets her name on the show's title so that is extremely good.

I guess some fans of different shows that have been shown by different companies, got use to expecting some bad news stuff.

I mean seriously, Wander Over Yonder had deserved it's true final season but that was basically cancelled, it wasn't okay that despite trying to do that whole petition, the fans still lost.

and the reason why we lost that, might have to do with the possibility that someone messed with it and caused us to lose that fight.

even though I still like the Ducktales Reboot, the actions of some of the characters that were suppose to be the good guys, was disappointing.

Scourge should of been the bigger person, and did some form of kindness by helping Magica with her brother, but he didn't.

he chose to steal those coins from her and her brother's throne room, and Louie thinks that Scourge became better because of his rivals, which might be true, but that still doesn't excuse him for hurting Magica and making her worse than she was already.

plus there could be a reason why her brother and herself ended up they way they were, like not everything as it appears.

another thing that bothers me is that Scourge couldn't be a bit more empathic to Bradford Buzzard, I mean his Grandmother is basically the reason he developed some kind of Post Traumatic Disorder.

if anything, Bradford's Grandmother was the True Villain.

Magica may had been hinting that she knew that Bradford wasn't a villain, and he was the way he is because of his Grandmother, who by the way, should get a punch to her stupid face.

and the reason why the sword made him transform like that, wasn't because he was evil. it was likely because he was hurt, REALLY badly hurt, both emotionally and psychologically.

so Mrs Bentina Beakley was wrong, the sword had transformed him but it wasn't because of what she had mentioned.

and yeah as Crossover Fanon Timelines go, if Bradford met Pink-Pearl as well as Spinel, they might get along very well.

even Locus from Red Vs Blue was able to change and become a better person, and he could still had some very bad trauma from his past that made him become a monster, but it took him time to get better. he wasn't born a monster, no one truly is.

and I don't think Cain was either, he became the way he was, possibly because of Adam and Eve's poor parenting which could make them turn out to be Gray-Parents. and they couldn't see that Cain need the proper help, both being a parent's love as well as emotional support.

even if Abel may have still had a good heart, but that doesn't mean he isn't still responsible for taking part in the breaking point.

and yeah Abel may wanted to have some kind of revenge, but he really has no room to talk, seeing as what he does to the fluffy babies.

I mean it is one thing to have them as emotional support, like being animal companions/pets, an yeah some animals still play a part in the food chain, and some being used for clothes.

but yeah, if Abel's offerings was what it was back then...

then Cain wasn't the only one to hurt someone like the way he did.

so both of them are still at fault, but if Abel thinks he can just think of himself as more innocent than Cain, then he is so freaking wrong.

and if had some kind of immortal life, and if he so much as touched my fluffy baby which is my second cat, and had plans to hurt them...

I will not hold back my wrath upon him, and if I had to. I will try my best to fight him back, by getting him on his stomach and sitting on his back while holding his arms behind him and wait until someone helps, so he can be tied up until he is taken to some kind of correction place, where he isn't allowed to touch or see a animal.

there can be ways to stop him, that doesn't have to be a certain LOVE, as in Level Of Violence. and yes I reference Undertale.

I might technically be Cain's Granddaughter, well Nonbinary Granddaughter and there being a lot of Greats in there...

and yeah, Seth is technically my Ancestor as well.

if some info is correct, Cain may be my 117th Great-Grandpa, on my Mom's Dad who is also my Grandpa, own side of the family.

which means that Adam is a 118th Grandpa, well he is that way because of Seth....but also whoever is Cain's Bio-Dad, they are technically gonna be 118th Grandpa, and they may NEVER live that down.

anyway with that aside, I'm going to break this into two parts, or three if I feel it needs it.

I really hope that Rooster Teeth can bounce back from whats going on. there has to be a good way to keep that not great stuff from happening, and save that legacy, I mean there has to be some kind of hope right...?

at least the new season of Camp Camp looks great, also something tells me that Neil doesn't know about the "meaning" and "symbolism" to which he was showing off, but if some had read about it and learned about the meaning, then some might understand where I'm going at if they had seen that new episode of the new season.

I ain't gonna be the one to tell Neil, I know it's not really possible for me to tell him.

but if they do make a episode where Max does bring it up, and he knows what it means, he can explain it to Neil, well either Max or one of the Camp Councilors, well maybe not David, because it might be possible he has no clue about it.

I'm not saying what it is, cause well I don't want to give away some spoilers right now. but some might get what I'm talking about if they seen the new episode.

and yeah did get a lot off topic in this, and yeah it did make me feel really REALLY sad after seeing the video that talked about whats going on.....I ended up going to bed because of it, but also when I woke up it was all windy, raining and some bit of thunderstorm, which by the way may could match what I was feeling...but I know it was just a very odd coincidence.

anyway when I'm able to, I will post a part 2 of this, to discuss a bit more about the whole Rooster Teeth situation, and hope that things do work out and there can be ways to save them and keep that legacy safe even if some of them should retire.

cause even when those who do retire, and may check up on how things are and help a little if they want to but still not be fully involved, only a little to maybe help at times if they wish to.

but those who stay around, will keep the dream and legacy alive, even when it's time for them to retire and give all the projects to the new people that became a part of the RT Family....yeah that might seem a bit sappy to some, but if you think about it, new people getting to work at Rooster Teeth even when at some point those who had been there the longest do retire, it still could be seen as hope and some way to make it grow even bigger, and also making sure even when it does grow bigger, those who do work at Rooster Teeth, still should make sure to take long vacations, so they can relax and rest.

anyway hope some can understand what I mean and there is no misunderstandings, but yeah.....when I'm able to, I will write a part 2 of this....and sorry that it got a bit too much off-topic, like a maybe a whole lot....but I will try not to have it be too much in the part 2 of this.

#not for kids #mature audiences only #save them #rooster teeth #talking about feelings #my thoughts #red vs blue #camp camp #rwby #part 1 #march 2024

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broodyjoey · 8 months ago

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Fucking gonna off myself living in this dang house I can't fucking be arsed with this shit

I hate existing because of this place, I wish I could be as lucky as my other friends who have found themselves some place else to be,

my friend who got punched and choked by her abusive mother, she got herself a rich boyfriend and she stays in his house and her elder brother's new house when her bf does long work trips, my other friend's mother finally came to retrieve her from her abusive father and she stays in a big house now.

Only me and one of my close friends have to stay in an abusive house with no way out, he has someone to hold on to tho. He has a lover in the west.

I have abusive ex's (1 went to jail) and have to stay in an abusive home.

Justice? Wtf is that? Dunno, might be a mythical creature.

I don't think I'll ever see the light in the end of this dark tunnel anymore. I'm giving up, I've gotten hope and given up so many fucking times... I can't count it anymore.

No matter, I feel numb now.

Numbingly sad.

So not totally numb yet. I'm thinking maybe I should smoke or sniff something... But maybe not, I have a addictive personality.

I wish I had a partner that wouldn't sexually assault and/or physically assault me. I fantasize and dream that I can stay there and live a happy life, having a place to put my belongings.

Or my partner has a relative where there's a safe place I can stay in the guest room, have my own room, do my own thing, have privacy for the first time in my life.

I can't even be in the toilet in peace in this current shit place, in my fantasies I can be in solitude in "my" room. A room of my own to stay in.

No more pain, no more sudden attacks, no more disturbance in the toilets. No more throwing my clothes just to make way for a fucking hoarder that doesn't even wear those fucking clothes.

I can do what I've wanted, too long too afraid of being caught doing something I wanted to do. I don't even have my own personality because having my own thoughts means getting punished. Because it goes against what my narc mom wants.

Always have to be the quiet punching bag, mustn't make a sound when they lack money or they'll hurt you.

Life not worth living, just like walking around in hell.

I'm scolded for eating too. They don't care that I starve and ache.

I just want to be loved safely in a person's arms. So lucky are my friends and sister that they have a nice partner that has space for them in their home.

Me? I'm just suffering with no hope. In this shit house, shit trauma from exs, in this shit life, got SA'd before I even got my 1st bf/gf, 1st bf only wanted me because I could replace his favorite gf, my life has been nothing but in vain.

In my religion, material goods are vices and you should let go of these. Well, without material, I would have jumped off the roof. It's because of all the merch I bought, so I stay and fight. Because of the mobile games I play, bcs of the dress I want, bcs of the food I want.

That's why I'm still alive, and I save up for it so I have a goal to live for these. Without material, I would've died long ago.

Maybe the real escape to this hell and purgatory is death? I dunno if this life is real or this is just a shit simulation on how fast can I escape this. Sick fuck created an escape room and called it life. Maybe that's what this shit existence is...

At this point, I'm so mentally ill from so much pain, that I need to come up with theories to cope with the pain. Because if this is all there is to existing, then why am I made to go through all this?

Why am I a guinea pig in the emotional distress and physical abuse tolerance experiment and why am I put into the group where all the bad things happen?

This is secretly the bad place like in the show "the good place" right?

#tw sa #tw // sa #tw abuse mentions #tw // abuse mentions #tw sui ideation #tw // sui ideation #tw depersonalization #tw // depersonalization

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sdxstudio · 20 days ago

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Chapter 12

Vendetta still was mad about Patrice's comment, but he called Mahogany to come over. When she walked up to them, first thing she saw was fish tail. She picked Patrice up and smiled.

Mahogany: your costume is soooo cute! Patrice: actually, it's not a costume. Mahogany: wait, what? Vendetta: well, miss. Turn out she's one of Dreamscapers. Or let's say, she joined them. I know you don't believe in magic, but this is real. You can even see it yourself. Mahogany: there's no way. This looks like costume.

Mahogany then tryed to take off Patrice's tail. Patrice took it personally and bited Vendetta. It left a bite mark on his arm. He then pointed at it.

Vendetta: see? It will not go off, it's real. Mahogany: oh my...so magic is real?! Vendetta: yup. Mahogany: so you told me the truth about annoying purple version of you that sometimes wakes you up? Vendetta: mhm. Mahogany: oh no! I'm sooo sorry that I didn't believed you! Vendetta: it's okay, miss. Mahogany: I'm sorry to you too, little one! I didn't mean to do it! Patrice: yeah, okay. Just forget about it. Anyways, I'm gonna go. If Vendetta can explain it, he will. See ya!

Patrice then left Mahogany's mantion and started to walk home. She needed some time for herself. She walked in and there was Michael talking to Felix. They then looked at her.

Michael: see what I was talking about? Felix: that is so cool! You would be a great real life Vtuber with it! Michael: Felix, no! We don't need another youtuber. Felix: pshh! You are really jelly over my fame. Michael: I was the one who commented "you look thinner than tomorrow". Felix: it was you?! How dare you?! Patrice: can you guys stop?! You two are worth each other! Felix: oh yeah? Why don't you-

After taking few steps, she stopped and looked back, showing sharp teeth. Felix then lost his colors and didn't finished. She then started to walk to her room. She opened door and there was Jerry playing dating simulator.

Jerry: o-oh! Hey! Patrice: hey Jerry. What are you doing? Jerry: I'm playing this one game about dating. I wish I can date someone. Patrice: maybe one day, Jerry. It's not this easy. Jerry: yeah. Patrice: do you want to chill and watch something? Jerry: I thought you'd never ask! I even got snacks!

Patrice then layed on bed, Jerry sat next to her with his Miku pillow. She was looking at Jerry's CD collection of movies. There was so much anime there. She then picked "Ouran Highschool Host Club" one and putted it in CD reader. Jerry started to put snacks on bed. There were Pocky, chips, jelly straws and some Haribo. She opened them all and started to eat. Jerry was just hugging his pillow happily. They both were watching anime till late hour.

Jerry: I sometimes wanna stop the time, and stay at this moment. Me and my friend, watching anime, eating snacks. Just like normal people do. Yet we are not normal people. You are a human fish and I am a robot. Sometimes it makes me sad that I can't taste anything. No food. No tea or coffee. But at this moment, I feel normal. It is calming. And it's just diffrent than usual. You know? Patrice: yeah. Sometimes even I miss to be fully human. But time changes. We change too. Even tho I miss things, in that moment, I don't think about it. Because I wanna live in that moment with you, Jerry. A simple life with not normal friend. No worries, only anime and some snacks.

Night Terror DLC Redemption

Hey. So I'll be making a story about my new AU (it's be a bit diffrent from original Night Terror AU story, that's why I called it DLC. It's not canon to original story, it's more like fanon). So yeah. I hope you'll like it.

#five nights at freddy's #night terror #night terror dlc redemption #redemption au #story

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nocturne-pisces · 3 years ago

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a hoe can multitask, but jake jensen can't

pairings: jake jensen x reader

warnings: somnophilia, bad references to dark souls, threats of mortal harm to a self built pc, the word fuck

about: jake jensen gets irritated with a dark souls boss and he needs you to concentrate

w/c: 1k

a/n: @stargazingfangirl18 told me to do it, i am the number one jake jensen hoe.

Lazy Sundays never ended up being lazy with Jake, never in the way they were supposed to be, at least. Jake had set up most of the apartment you shared as a tech haven, save for a spare bedroom that you’d designated as a library because if he got to have nine screens bolted to the wall in his office, a flat screen mounted to end of the four-poster bed, and a projector in the living room, then you got shelves full of books and if he didn’t like it, he could politely eat your whole ass about it. Which he would, he’d stated, don’t tempt him.

You’d been laying at the foot of the bed while he played Dark Souls, dying over and over again to a particularly rough boss when you’d fallen asleep in nothing but his oversized sweatshirt.

So why you’d woken up to the sound of simulated swinging axes and your head dangling off the bed was beyond you until the feeling of white-hot taste buds against your clit jolted you to attention. You ached. You felt needy and it was so deliciously painful.

You tried to lift your hips only to realize that you were being held down by Jake’s forearms while your legs stretched over his shoulders. Another languid lave over your sensitive bud pulling a high pitched mewl from your chest.

“Jake, ahh- what the fuck? How long have you been at this?"

He pulled his head from between your lips, pressing start on his controller to pause his game.

“An hour or so," he shrugged, like he'd just told you how long his travel to the airport was gonna take, "that boss was pissing me off and this incredibly sweet pussy of yours calms me down,” he finished, blinding white smile flashing up at you from the valley of your breasts. There was only a brief intermission to collect your thoughts before he was spreading your folds open on his tongue and suctioning his lips to your clit, barely suckling enough to get your legs to start shaking while he resumed his game.

He was playing with your hot cunt so well that you could feel the irritation rising in your chest from the fact that he was doing it while gaming.

“Jake, please, fuck—finish me off.”

He let your pearl go with a filthy pop, a shockwave of electricity buzzing up your spine. “Baby, I can’t let you cum until this boss is dead.” You tried to argue with him, but the words died in your mouth when you felt his tongue prod into your dripping hole, exploring the caverns of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“I swear to god I will take a tire iron to your PC—I, ahhh fuck!” Jake sucked your clit back into his mouth, this time with enough pressure to drop your jaw in a silent scream. When he relented you felt him chuckle against your heat, the tickle of his goatee against your skin. That snapped your patience with him directly in half.

You yanked the controller from his hands, making sure the game was paused before climbing out from under him. Jake’s eyebrows furrowed, his first thought being that he did something wrong, teased you too much, played video games when he should be focused on you.

But the way that you pushed at his shoulder to roll him over onto his back and then straddled his head made him realize that you were just impatient. His perfect, nerdy, impatient, insatiable little doll.

What he didn’t realize was that you’d been playing Dark Souls while he was on missions. You’d already beaten this boss and the whole time you’d been watching him you hadn’t wanted to backseat game and tell him how to beat it, so you were just going let him play until he figured it out.

But a two-hour nap later and he was still dying to the same guy, because he was under geared and hadn’t been using his estes flasks efficiently.

You settled your warm, wet pussy over his face, grinning down at him, all of the mischief he fell in love with dancing in your irises.

“Bet you a blowjob that I can beat this boss before you can make me cum, JJ.” You were already halfway there, but you also knew this boss like the back of your hand, the challenge alone made you clench around nothing. Jake answered you with a wide lick up your snatch before anchoring his hands on your hips. You unpaused his game and he got to work, flattening his tongue out and guiding your hips to rut up against his face.

You struggled to keep your concentration, ducking out of the way of a hit before rushing in and swinging heavy. You felt Jake let out a groan against you, the vibrations teetering you on the edge of oblivion. A particularly hard roll of your hips had you 1% your health bar, but you knew there was just a couple more dodge and rolls to take care of before you could shove your digital axe all the way up this dragon’s ass, so you staved off your orgasm as long as you could waiting for the animations to be done with so you could take your chance.

“C’mon baby, soak my face, I need to taste you,” Jake pleaded, right before he practically fucking hoovered your sensitive bud between his lips and tried to suck the dark soul out of you.

One more combination of buttons had the video game boss crumbling in the wind because you barely managed to pause the game again before stars took over your vision and you wailed his name. You fisted into Jake’s hair grinding animalistically against his face, your arousal dripping from his cheeks onto the mattress.

Once your orgasm started to ebb you crumbled onto the bed next to him, reaching up to grab the controller and set it on his chest before settling into his side and willing your heart rate to slow. “There ya go,” you managed, still panting in our post coital high.

“You’re not going to tell anyone you beat that part for me, are you?”

“I wasn’t, but now I’m going to text Pooch.”

#jake jensen #the losers #jake jensen smut #jake jensen x y/n

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thewritingginger · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! Brothers React: Baby?!?

This is a VERY old request that I actually found I had when scrolling through my blog lol

I liked it so much so I did the thing. It also gives some fluff between all the sin I have in my WIPs

Enjoy~

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Lucifer:

Probably the calmest out of the bunch

“Are you okay?” “I’m prepared to take responsibility and make sure you’re happy.”

Makes sure you have your doctor appointments and goes with you

Very attentive to your needs

Over all he is pretty organized and prepared . . . on the outside

On the inside he’s a bit of a hoverer, but never too obvious. Just kinda stands to the side and observes,”just in case” you are carrying precious cargo afterall

Also he won't say it outloud but seeing your growing belly makes his pride shine the most and very territorial of you more than usual You are his and everyone will know

Kinda low-key didn’t not-not try to impregnate you but you didn’t hear that from me…

You and lucifer ended up having a Baby Boy Great another boy in the house

“Am I just destined to be surrounded by boys my whole life?” “I can always try to give you a girl. Just tell me when.” 😉

Yeah you’ll probably wait a year or two to actually plain for another baby, that is if Lucifer doesn’t “if it happens it happens”you again and BOOM baby #2 smh

Not as strict as one may think when thinking of Lucifer’s parenting style

Mammon definitely has something to say about that

Does like to try and keep to a daily schedule of when they not just eat and sleep but also scheduled play and study time when they get to that age

Mammon:

He may need an ambulance

JK but he is a bit of a nervous wreck

Wait till he finds how birth works

But after the initial shock he is still worried about you

Maybe a bit overbearing

“Mammon, I can walk! I’m pregnant, not crippled.” “What? I can’t carry you around for no reason now?”

You end up having a Baby Girl

Cue panic mode!

Must protect baby girl at all costs Daddy mode engaged!

“My Love, you don’t have to watch her all night. She’ll be fine.” “I don’t know that!”

That dad that gets upsetty spaghetti if a “snot-nosed brat” messes with his perfect daughter on the playground

Leviathan:

Levi.exe has stopped working

Try turning off and turning on and try again later

Wasn’t ready for you to say it

I mean sure you guys do do the do, bUt hOw?!?!?

“Can we go back?” “Levi this isn’t a video game level.”

Don’t get him wrong he’s not mad just scared!

He’ll get into it after he has time to process it

“I guess it would be nice to have another player when your busy.”

Started “practicing” with a life simulator game

You and Levi had a baby boy!

Games galore!

When your little boy is still a baby obviously he can’t play video games with Levi but Levi has surprisingly really liked playing peek-a-boo

You do find Levi with your son on his chest as he plays video games most of the time when he’s watching him

Satan:

Is about tied with Lucifer on the calm factor

Actually knew before you told him

“How the heck did you know, I just told you.” “Your period was late.”

Read all the books he can find on parenting and newborns in both humans and demons

You kinda wished he didn’t read so much because it went from ‘just wanting to cover all bases’ to being a bit of a worry wart and always “helping” you and “informing” you

Can you say Papa Bear!!! VERY protective!!!

Will damn near bite someone's head off if they bump into you especially w/o apologizing

Reads and/or plays music for the baby every night

“They say they can start to hear and recognize things in the womb at about 18-24 weeks. I have so many books I’d want to show them so might as well start early.”

Finds himself talking to and kississing your belly when your asleep late at night

“I promise I’m gonna make sure I’m the best Dad for you!”

Does touch your belly though everytime he kisses you

You and Satan had a Baby Girl

Truely a Daddy’s girl! She definitely has him wrapped around her little finger

He denies it but it’s true lol

Checks under the bed for “the scaries” every time she asks

“You know Daddy will always protect you!”

Obviously the one to teach her to read and write. Making sure they get at least 30 mins of reading time together where they take turns

You’ve walking into the library many times to see Satan laying on the couch with your daughter on his chest, both asleep

At some point he finally admitted to you that he’s scared to “let her go”

He wants his baby girl to be his baby forever but he knows sadly she has to grow up but he hopes that when that happens they still have their book discussions and reading time together

It’s how he bonds with her the most.

Okay. Okay. I’ll stop cuz we should know I love Daddy Satan so I’ll stop before i get out of hand lol

Asmodeus:

OMG A NEW DOLL TO DRESS UP!!!

Ok but really he is excited

“With my charm and your cuteness, this child is gonna be the most sought after person in devildom.”

The day you told him he started preparing their room. Filling the room with bins of stuffed animals and toys

And clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.

“Asmo we don’t even know the gender yet.” “That’s ok! What ever we don’t use I guess we’ll just have to make another for those.”

He is gonna be in for a rude awakening literally when the baby comes

Say goodbye to your beauty sleep Asmo

You and Asmo had a Baby Girl

When he found out you were having a girl, demon lord help this new doll baby

Dress up everyday

Loves parading her around in his arms or the stroller

“Excuse me, Princess coming through!”

Beelzebub:

Telling him you were pregnant made him really happy!!!

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” “You’ll be the best mother.”

Of course he was nervous but he had you and you always knew how to make him feel better

And when the stress of the actual baby came up he just focused on what he did know

Snacks. Snacks. & more Snacks!!!

Your pregnancy cravings were arguably the easiest part of your pregnancy for him because he was always down to go get them for you it also gave him an excuse to get more snacks for himself too and he got to try all your favorite snacks and weird concoctions you’d want.

You and Beel had surprise, surprise. Twins!!!! Fraternal Twins to be exact, a boy and a girl

One baby was scary enough but, multiply it by two!?!? Oh nelly.

But Beel really has a way to calm you.

Divide and conquer is your modo

He’ll bathe and clothe them and you feed them Beel has helped with the feeding but somehow the food seems to disappear rather fast and the rest you share and tag in and out of

Belphegor:

Baby?!?!?

I’m sorry. He must have heard you wrong.

Maybe he is still asleep and this is a dream

But nope. It’s not! You are tellin his face that he had accidentally put a … baby… inside you…

“Are you really pregnant?” “Yup” “I’m telling you right now I’m getting rid of it if it interferes with my sleep.”

Yeah… that didn’t happen :)

He lost sleep, yes. But although annoyed he was even shocked with how attached?!? He was to the child

Oh you had a boy!

You thanked the heavens for not “gifting” you with twins

A plus is your little boy takes after his father when it comes to sleep

Altho he’s still a baby so restless nights are still very much in your future

Belphie gifted him his very own special pillow :3 He was sick of his kid stealing/hogging his

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I kinda went into them as parents bit oops I got too excited lol

Maybe I can do more Daddy AUs in the future if that’d interest anyone.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, I really liked writing it. I can’t be the only one obviously that really likes Daddy AUs :3

I love the fluff and I hope you do too :D

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johannesviii · 4 years ago

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So I guess I’m hyperfixating on Death Stranding at the moment

And since I’ve finally finished the story after playing it for like 100 hours over the course of seven months or so I guess I have Opinions(tm) about things I didn’t like in the game

They’re eating at my brain so I’m gonna put them all in a single post to get them out of my system once and for all so I can enjoy the rest in peace

Spoilers, obviously

Hi welcome back to ‘Johannes is obsessing over yet another video game with horror elements in it’! I guess!!

Our latest entry in that category was Until Dawn but since UD can be played in like 6/7 hours and I spent 100 hours of my life on DS, as you can guess we’re talking about a full-blown hyperfixation, the kind that physically hurts because I can’t focus on anything else even after having finished the storyline

But it was super gradual. Again, seven months. I barely made any progress from December to May because I was only doing side-deliveries at the beginning of Chapter 3 instead of... you know... advancing the plot. It became an honest-to-god special interest about two months ago, then 6 days ago while playing chapter 10 it reached hyperfixation levels and now I am in PAIN

I hate my brain

Anyhow

At first I wanted to list the good and the bad hings in it but there’s too many good things to list them all in full, excruciatingly long details, so

Very Quick And Very Incomplete List Of Good Things That I Love

It’s a post-apo game based on travel, logistics, and good will, and it straight up goes AGAINST the whole ‘survival of the fittest’ trope that SO MANY post-apo things try to push!! YES

I insist but it’s built on helping each other and keeping everyone alive, seriously that is my shit right there!

The online community is wholesome?? People leave stuff everywhere, you never see anyone but people put little helpful signs and send you likes, and in my game we almost managed to repair all the roads together

There’s so many new & strange allergies and disabilities and phobias in this post-apo world and? nobody is trying to ““fix”“ anyone?? Like Heartman with his padded floor and his little box that brings him back to life constantly. He’s just... living like that. Nobody’s going “hey maybe you should get another heart operation buddy”

The hero and his phobia of being touched. I. Loved. That. The quiet scenes when he was just talking with Fragile, sitting next to her. In any other context this would just be two people sitting next to each other and talking but it always feels so soft and intimate everytime he allows another human being to just. be next to him. I love it. I love them

Everyone crying constantly because of chiral allergy!!

I loved all the important characters bar one (Bridget/Amelie)!

Why is this walking simulator so enjoyable why am I enjoying the fact that holding L2 + R2 while walking feels like holding your backpack and that you have to relax at times just like you’d have to if you were actually holding a backpack

Seriously. Why

The atmosphere was so great, the music was fantastic and the visuals were on point. A E S T H E T I C

The ghosts!! The giant Beached Things!!! Chiral crystals look! like! creepy hands reaching for the SKY!!

THE RAIN DESTROYS THINGS AND KILLS PEOPLE BY ACCELERATING TIME THIS IS SO COOL SHUT UP

Everytime the game got surreal it was electrifying

THE SURREAL WAR SCENES ON CLIFF’S BEACH

Everyone is using emojis

There’s guys addicted to delivering packages in that game and they’re trying to steal our stuff and we’re like “haha they’re dumb” but we’re basically addicted to delivering packages as the player. So yeah that was pretty fun

Terrorists thinking humanity isn’t going extinct fast enough and wanting to just rip the bandaid and speed things up. Simple but effective concept

People ask for SUPER VITAL ITEMS right next to completely trivial stuff and I’m LIVING for it. “Please fetch my toy dinosaur”. I feel you dude

The most isolated characters are like "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS THING I LIKE" in your emails because they haven't had contact with other humans in years, it's super relatable

There’s a farm where people use the fact that Timefall rain accelerates time to grow food super quickly in one (1) Timefall and harvest everything just before it starts to die and I LOVE that detail of worldbuilding so much

YOU’RE FIGHTING BEACHED THINGS WITH YOUR OWN BODILY FLUIDS IT’S SO STUPID BUT ALSO SO COOL?? I love yeet-ing my own blood at eldritch entities

THE T W I S T S

All the fanservice (bar one detail that I’m gonna complain about later) is on dudes. This game reeeeeeally likes to show dudes naked or somewhat naked. Mostly the main character but this mocap also L O V E S Mads Mikkelsen and there’s a shit ton of homoerotic shots in there

I love Sam the antisocial papa wolf delivery man and if someone touches him or his baby again, I will cry

LOU. LOU LOU LOU PRECIOUS BABY I’D DIE FOR YOU. Wait I did

I love Fragile and how brave she is and how she keeps helping people even if most of them wrongly think she’s a terrorist and yes I will eat this cryptobiote thank you

I love soft science boi Heartman who keeps dying again and again and is a bit too much interested in bodily fluids

I love garbage man Higgs and how complex, funny and still somewhat tragic this memelord actually turned out to be in the end

Seriously I want to stop fixating on this character but you can’t give me YET ANOTHER character who wants to die but at the hands of someone else, that is unfair to do that right after my fixation on the new Doctor Who Master

So yeah Higgs is yet another character who makes me want to grab him by the lapels and shake him and yell WHY! ARE! YOU! LIKE! THIS! STOP! BEING! LIKE! THIS!!

Cliff broke all three of my feelings beautifully and in excruciatingly well-acted scenes that transcended the sometimes lackluster dialogue

John made me cry during That Scene

Mama your background was tragic and terrifying and you didn’t deserve any of this shit and I love you

Deadman was more funny than anything, really, but I still liked him even if he had no sense of personal space whatsoever and it clashed horribly with Sam’s phobias

The ending had some sad parts but was mostly positive, thank goodness

Now I’m gonna explain things I dislike and this looks long but it’s actually only 5 main things so I bolded them to avoid confusion

Things I really disliked (and could have been handled wayyyy better)

We all know it but Kojima isn’t a master of subtlety and some parts of the dialogue kept repeating the same informations again and again AND AGAIN and I was like “ok ok I get it”

The dialogue can be so bad at times seriously

Kojima is a bad writer there I said it

It was particularly annoying with Amelie/Bridget and the fact she’s a horrible person trying (and failing) to justify her actions wasn’t helping

Bridges protocols are incredibly intrusive. All of them. I know it’s framed as bad and Sam hates being spied on all the time and in the end he destroys the device that does that, but I wish someone else would openly criticise it in-game

I guess Deadman sort of did but still

Also I know the whole BB technology was Bridget’s idea, and since she’s the actual villain it’s framed as a twisted, evil thing during the ending, but I wish that had been framed like that much earlier ; a lot of Bridges employees just... seem to accept the idea that their employer is using premature babies and their dead mothers as useful, if disturbing, devices. They seem to justify it by “uh we stole that technology from terrorists” to try to cope with the idea but... yeah.

I mean, one of the points being made very early on is that Sam sees his BB as his child who must be protected at all costs instead of a detection device, but I really wish he wasn’t the only one to object to that thing

Again, the game DOES frame "using babies and their dead mothers as tools” as evil and twisted, I just wish it was given a lot more weight and way sooner

Now let’s talk about the Token Straight(tm) in this game

In any other kind of context it would be a joke! But Death Stranding literally has a Token Straight Guy!

I mean, there IS a few hetero couples among the Preppers. Not a lot, mind you. Like, there’s the Montaineer and his wife for instance. But they’re just there and it’s not what their side plot is about

No I’m talking about this piece of shit right there

This f█cking Junk Dealer guy complains the girl he loves is dead because of Bridges and emotionally blackmails us by sending us old holograms of her before her supposed death (somewhat disturbing holograms too because she looks... pretty young in them), then he sends us on what’s essentially a suicide mission in a BT infested zone, THEN when we give him proof she’s still alive and living in another bunker nearby, he won’t go there himself to check??

But SHE’s like “ok, bring me to him, then!”

He doesn’t deserve you, girl

I’ve already seen several people pointing out that carrying a woman as cargo on your back is... debatable at best and sexist at worst, but that part didn’t really bother me to be honest? She asked to be carried to him and it’s her choice. She was talking to us the entire way too, so that made things a lot less awkward. Also Sam has this phobia of being touched by other people so I bet carrying another human being on his back isn’t fun for him. It was also super stressful to do, to be honest.

And then there’s this EXTREMELY AWKWARD scene when they’re reunited and decide to get married, and thankfully Sam finds it just as awkward as we do because he’s standing super far away from the bunker in a “can’t they talk about this later - I’m right there” way. And I’m under the impression it was intended as cringy, in a “yeppp young people in love are Like That” sort of way, so I can accept that, to be honest. If you don’t take that scene seriously, it’s pretty fun in, again, a cringy sort of way

BUT

Then you receive more emails later and this piece of shit guy complains about her and he’s like “ugh WOMEN” or “marriage is the worst” and they end up divorced in record time and she goes back to her bunker

Which isn’t my problem with this subplot either, I promise I’m gonna explain myself eventually but this context is important. It’s okay to have characters who are pieces of shit like this guy who reeks of incel cologne. It’s alright. Not every character has to be a role-model. It’s good to have characters you can hate.

BUT THEN they get back together later to try to patch things up and you learn he was part of a gang who murdered her parents even though he protected her against the rest of the gang and that’s what I hated about that storyline. I guess if you squint it can be read as “this woman is making REALLY BAD life choices” but I read it as “he saved her so she owes him something, he can’t be entirely bad” and y i k e s this left such a bad taste in my mouth, good lord.

But yeah miss Chiral Artist you’re making really bad life choices please get away from this dude as soon as you can, thank you

Also don’t do this ‘sending Likes’ pose ever again, it was hilarious but also you made me use the word “cringy” several times in this paragraph even though I absolutely hate cringe culture, look what you made me do

Now I have to talk about a scene that was intentionally disturbing as hell but ONE (1) detail in it was disturbing for the wrong reasons

To be honest, I really don’t like the Metal Gear Solid games and one of the reasons is the rampant sexism in them so I... was kind of bracing myself for Death Stranding and expecting it to have at least SOME really bad fanservice with a woman at one point or another but to my surprise?? There was none? All the fanservice is on dudes??? Hello? I really liked that (well at some point Fragile takes a shower in our room but we see literally nothing except her shoulder and then Sam looks away)?? What a refreshing change

THAT BEING SAID

And if you played the game you know exactly what I’m about to talk about

Yep this is the part where Johannes complains about how the bomb flashback was shot

Ok so I guess I should also give some context in case someone is reading this but hasn’t played the game, but the deal with this scene is that our friend Fragile was betrayed by her colleague Higgs who used to be a porter but became a terrorist after meeting the “main“ villain of the game. First he secretly put a thermonuclear bomb in one of her deliveries so she’d nuke an entire city without even knowing it, and everyone after that thought she was a terrorist. And then he tried to do that shit A SECOND TIME, but she noticed and decided to toss the second nuke into a bottomless lake of tar. But he caught her just before she reached the lake and he decided to give her a sadistic choice, which was “teleport away and the bomb stays there and nukes the city, or carry it to the lake but only in your underwear under this rain that speeds up time and it will do enormous damage to your health and your body”

And of course being the hero she is, she decides to take the second option

And it’s an incredibly disturbing scene and it’s genuinely hard to watch

But it’s also the ONLY time a woman is in her underwear in this entire game and there’s A COUPLE of shots that were male-gaze-y at the beginning before she started to run and the really horrific part started.

So in a way I guess it could have been worse? way worse, even

But it still tarnishes an otherwise disturbing (and harrowing at times ; seriously I know I’m oversensitive but it was physically painful to watch) scene with unnecessary shots

We know Fragile had a young body before this happened, this isn’t the point of this scene, guys

Whoever decided to keep these shots (probably Kojima let’s face it), that is bad and you should feel bad

Idk how to do a visual transition for that next one because I do not want to screen that memo

So here’s a screenshot with a nice landscape instead

tw: acephobia

Now I have to talk about something I like the GENERAL IDEA of, but not how the IN-GAME MATERIAL ABOUT IT was written

Because I have to talk about that “asexual world” memo

First I have to say that I absolutely love the fact that a mainstream game openly says in-game “this future is full of asexual people" and?? it’s just that, it’s a part of this world. That’s just how things are. It’s normalised. I love it. For crying out loud this memo has the word demisexual in it. I can’t think of any other mainstream game that had this word in it so far.

It should have stopped there and let me enjoy that in peace but it didn’t

THE MEMO ITSELF WAS CLEARLY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THESE CONCEPTS and there’s some really bad stuff there. I’d say it’s accidental acephobia but it’s still there. I’m not the best person to talk about this because I’m bi, but it still rubbed me the wrong way

The words this memo uses near the beginning are “"sexless lifestyle” among young people” and yikes, my dude. “Lifestyle”, uh? Really?

And then it goes on about how these new labels were already more and more common “among young people before the Death Stranding” and it also rubs me the wrong way, in a “wow young people and their weird labels lol” sort of queerphobic way?

However I’ve seen a post pointing out that the line “One theory posits that the Stranding accelerated the proliferation of these sexualities” was maybe a way of saying ‘yo asexuals are causing the end of the world’ but... I don’t see it, tbh? In the context of the game, society is extremely divided and a lot of people live in complete isolation and social norms have heavily shifted and it’s kind of normal that there’s queer people visible everywhere now, aces included obviously, because nobody’s bothering to hide it anymore. It’s a post-apocalyptic world! People are just being themselves! A lot of characters also seem to be bi/pan! They’re just vibing ok

At least that’s how I read that part, I can understand if someone had a problem with that bit but I didn’t

BUT! THAT’S NOT ALL because the memo concludes (I’m paraphrasing) “the birth rate has dropped, which might be a problem, but harassment and assault have also dropped, which is good, so idk it’s 50/50″ and. like. I get the intention. But it’s clumsy as hell and very bad. Please don’t confuse abuse of power and attraction. They don’t go hand in hand. Don’t do that. Please. And you know that aces can have kids if they want to, right. Come on. It’s 2020 my dude. This shit is harmful

Also. Like. It’s the end of the world in this game. People don’t want kids. It... has nothing to do with aces. Reality itself is crashing down. People are reluctant to have kids because reality.exe might f█cking crash down at any given moment!

Or a Beached Thing could VoidOut their city!

Or someone might send them a nuke, not naming names!!

Anyway!!!

It’s really badly written and whoever wrote it should educate themselves and maybe get an ace to re-read their stuff next time??

Again I’m not the right person to talk about acephobia and I bet an actual ace would have plenty more to say about this

Thankfully it’s a memo written in-game by a random Bridges councellor and NOT by any important character that we actually know

"I must preempt myself by admitting that I do not have any empirical data" yeah so, f█ck off maybe

So I’m just gonna call that guy “another piece of shit character” but it still doesn’t excuse the fact that the memo was written by someone who thought it was a good idea to put it in the game

Just let me enjoy my super queer post-apo world in peace and don’t write shit like that in your game thank you and goodbye

Minor stuff I also disliked but it wasn’t as awful

I get that Sam is upset at the end because Lou is dying but the way he said goodbye to Fragile broke my heart. It was abrupt and you KNOW he’s upset and wants to have nothing to do with Bridges anymore and that’s very understandable but it isn’t her fault

Seriously I want them to be friends again

I’m gonna pretend they’re friends again after Lou is saved and that Sam is a freelance porter again and sometimes their paths cross and they just talk together in the middle of nowhere and share cryptobiotes

The pacing is weird, there’s this deluge of plot in the beginning and the end but not much in the middle?

The BT boss fights could have been these epic Shadow of the Colossus showdowns but no, they were relatively standard boss fights. Wasted opportunity

The running on the Beach scene sdfghjhgfdsdfghjhgf that was... dumb

A lot of preppers are interesting in one way or another but some are just boring. Also I wish the design of their bunkers was more varied

Amelie/Bridget’s motivations are all over the place, both creating Bridges AND the Demens is... a lot? I know she both WANTS and DOESN’T want the actual, final end of the world to happen but that is a lot to take in and it’s all very confusing

Who the hell cares about ‘rebuilding America’ I just want to build a network where people can help each other

The ‘likes’ are fun but don’t make much sense

In conclusion

Death Stranding Good

Some stuff Bad

Some stuff Very Bad (but it’s just one memo out of 100+ memos, thank god)

I’m still hyperfixating

Send help

#death stranding #long post #eye contact tw #acephobia tw #from a minor unamed character but still it's there

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d0ntw0rrybehappy · 3 years ago

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i’m going insane lol

so i feel like the next step in working hard is to not even perceive the work i’m doing as tiring. (rereading this it’s making me lol.) it seems weird that i find a part time job at a restaurant this exhausting? and like i can’t pretend that i’m not tired, but i have to somehow take better care of myself and set the conditions to not be tired from it.

i’ve been thinking about baudrillard/barthes a lot still -- pleasantly surprised that their theories are interesting to apply to any- and everything. for example, they both go into how every statement can also be read as its opposite or negation. so, to quote baudrillard, saying “i am not afraid of communism” also implies that communism is something you should be afraid of.

i’ve been using this as a kind of paranoid way to gain insight into why people tell me that i am “strong” because i don’t really know what that means. (other things i am told i am often: sweet, intense). it’s like what they’re saying is, there’s some kind of context, a milieu of weak people i’m being compared to. or like they want to reassure me that i am strong, because i actually come across as how i feel: like a particularly lost, unstable, emotional, sensitive, and lonely person.

i can’t with restaurant work anymore. it. SUCKS. i want to fucking get out, i am like a rat scrabbling at the walls of a glass aquarium. all novelty has worn off, all misguided overtures of honest work or “people skills.” and i’m still stuck here, still holding my breath in the deep end until i can find the eject button. i am tired, my body aches. my body aches!!

i want to just grind my way out (here we are with barthes again -- well if you truly wanted to do that you’d just shut the fuck up and do it instead of writing about it), but here i am, eating another round of chocolate (i don’t smoke, i don’t have sex, i truly just eat), constantly fucking hungry. then like a bull mowing into a red flag i realize i have been grinding...in a completely useless direction. it is like my passion for learning about things gets scattered every which way and i just can’t start, every path is equally exciting and awful and the injunction to “choose” is not “clicking” in my “head.” it’s like my mind cracked open at some point in my teenage years (when i started smoking weed, when my child universe was decisively fractured by a friend) and now the crack is snowing fireworks and glitter and i shift in and out of unreality.

reality is almost too painful to bear. nobody’s happy: you can find contentment by accepting your current lot, but “happiness" is really just contrast or relief from pain. it comes in and out. most people are too lazy or small-minded or too busy complaining to feel content, or their lives are just too twiggy, got too long in the wrong direction or are just too fucking hard. i guess i still am happy, and still love life, in a sort of ferocious and bloody and hungry way.

love is bleak, though. i barely even know how to define it anymore. (culture defines a love which we yearn for; we experience “love” insofar as our real love fleetingly resembles this model, only to come up short -- baudrillard). re: love, to use my mom’s favorite school-of-hard-knocks memory device for the laws of thermodynamics -- a subject she took? -- you can’t win, you can’t break even, you can’t get outta the game (and death and taxes). you are going to get royally FUCKED by love just like everybody else, and you are STILL gonna play, you beautiful mortal fool. like the tarot cards lauren dealt me, putting away the three cards she’d used to describe my near future and then flipping through the entire deck, picture side up, without realizing that i was quietly watching it describe my whole entire life -- clinging at the edge of my seat to see some eventual combination that spelled good, strong, lasting love and seeing only struggle, happiness, struggle, pain, struggle, and finally ending, at my death, in a small statue made of gold.

see also, other realities i hate to swallow: nearly all interpersonal problems are insurmountable and better left undealt with, and work basically sucks unless you are very lucky and very smart.

work. let’s go back to that. i used to think my work would be respected off its merit; now i see the merit in literally fucking my way up. i wonder if i should even be an artist at all. artists are kinda like showponies or whores; they’re not actually important. the more honest and wonderful they are, the less important they probably are, like schoolteachers. they have an impact on an individual level. but on a societal level, you have no control as an artist. you just get played by bigger fish. better to find a way to have your hands on the gears; that way you have a shot at making a higher-order change to society. but alas, the (capitalist) system is totally out of everyone’s hands and will keep running as usual no matter what you do, still savage in equal amounts, i think. doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. but at this point i’d give a toe or finger to work for someplace like youtube. at least it’s reached critical mass where i could do something cool and make a difference with emerging media.

that or i pander to whatever blathering brain-melting slop, drivel, they’re putting on tv for kids and adults. or manage to convince a smaller nonprofit that i am “good at talking to people from diverse socioeconomic backgrounds,” whatever the hell that fucking means. or maybe, ugh god, i’ll work for an ad agency? or do digital strategy? and um, i could say some shit about how capitalism is darwinism and money is a form of social control that works so well because it’s out of the hands of any individual person, and i should probably just stick with art and believe in it, and maybe like, apply for grants. but i want a job, a full-time job. i want stability and enough money that i don't feel guilty buying new underwear and i don't want to hustle to keep the tap running month-to-month and i want to spend the majority of my time doing something i find fulfilling. and soon enough i'll get that, and all my dreams will come true: i’m going to get married and become a fat mom taking my kids to piano practice and saying “the meeting went on forever today,” and i’ll have a husband who never cleans the house enough, and then we’ll get divorced and he’ll find someone 20 years younger and i’ll live out the rest of my years semi-happily alone and i don’t know how i will ever have time to make art again. or if i do i just hope it’s not hobby-like, second-rate.

i wish i could have (feel) the bare-faced honesty and love of sha’carri richardson hugging her grandmother after she worked her ass off for a race. instead everything is this weird simulation where i never feel like i love anybody enough or like i’m working hard enough. i can’t speak honestly except when i am writing about myself (strong, sweet, intense, narcissistic) or things i have noticed, as directed to my own imaginary friend. when i try to communicate irl (or, worst of all, “be real”) it’s all so overthought, overwrought, self-conscious. the only person who knows my real private self is the girl winking at me on my black lives matter poster. i hope she doesn’t mind being here in my room. ducky, the stuffed animal brandon gave me, was also supportive but i put him away because it seemed bad to tell future guys that my stuffed animal is “the child of divorce.” and now /you guys/ know me a little bit, because i took the time to pretend you were all my imaginary friend, my dearest pen pal who laughs at all my jokes and gets all my references, and stopped pretending i was anything besides what’s written here.

and i think, like, a lot of people now live in this weird simulation? and are so confused about romantic and familial love to the point where everyone is getting off on family members fucking each other and can’t decide if it’s normal to think kids are hot? but i guess that was always some weird fucked-up demon side of human existence? another thing i’m supposed to accept. (also sorry trigger warning.) and another thing i took for granted as a child, that most people, if not everyone, is weird/gross/evil, but now that my mind is cracked this shocks me all over again and i seek some sort of explanation. it’s like i can’t find a real hunk of closeness anywhere. i’m close to my own family, but in my other relationships we’re either too distant or too close and i’m desperately searching for just some normal friends. and to be able to give a speech where i tell someone i really love them and for it to ring true. but i try to be grateful that i live in driving distance to the beach and there’s air conditioning and once i stop being a stupid baby there’s probably more friends and work and stuff out there for me. and then i’ll have some new problem.

#i would put this as read more but it doesnt work on my blog SORRYYY

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atc74 · 5 years ago

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The Whole Shebang

Square(s) Filled: Group Sex for @spnkinkbingo, Breath Play for @spngenrebingo, “You’re Bossy and Short” for @spntfwbingo

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, grace play, face fucking, voyeurism, breath play, dirty talk, bossy Sam, Destiel adjacent, anal sex, sex sex…so much sex. This is a truly smutty foursome. It’s really filthy.

Summary: Y/N is excited to give Cas all her firsts in one go round. After the successful threesome with Sam, she asks what he wants to try next.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, with a side of Cas x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader x Cas x Dean, a hint of Destiel, no Wincest

Word Count: 2709

Written for: @spntfwbingo, @spnkinkbingo, @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches who wanted me to add the following disclaimer: Amanda apologizes for any errors she might have missed when she was so distracted by the smut.

A/N: The depraved conclusion to A Whole New World (catch up now). After this little series, I am feeling a bit better about writing Castiel. Thank you all for reading and enjoying the smut fest! Graphics made by me, photos found on google.

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Previously on An Enlightening Experience:

“Sam? Y/N? Thank you for helping me with my first sexual encounter. I found it quite enjoyable and would like to do this again. It has been an enlightening experience.” Cas’s gravelly timbre broke the silence. “Now I know what Dean was talking about.”

Laughter broke out between the three of them.

“I’m game,” Y/N laughed, turning to Sam. “You in, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m in,” Sam agreed, leaning over to kiss her, happy she was back in her own body. “Gotta admit, Cas, you’re a pretty decent kisser, too.”

Y/N broke out in a giggle. “It was actually rather hot, babe. Seeing you two go at it when I finally switched back into my own body. One minute I’m straddling Cas and kissing you, then bam! I’m back in my own body and you’re filling me up.” She grinned like the Cheshire Cat, stretching out between them. “So, Cas? What would you like to try next time?”

“I’d like to invite Dean to join us.”

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“You think Dean’ll go for this?” Y/N tilted her head to look at Sam.

“He’s having a bit of a dry spell, so yeah, I think he would,” Sam replied after a minute of thought. “You might have to pay him some extra attention though.”

“That I can do,” Y/N agreed, her body already tingling at the thought of getting to have all three of them pleasuring her and each other. She turned back to Cas, cupping his face with her hand. “Hey, Cas? I noticed your vessel recovers rather quickly and is ready to go back to back rounds. Is that a grace thing?”

“It is the grace, Y/N,” he replied, pressing two fingers to Sam’s exposed hip. “There, Sam, you should find your penis is ready for more sex.”

Sam just laughed. “Dean’s really gonna like that part!”

“I’m calling him right after I shower,” Y/N slipped out from between Sam and Cas, heading to the bathroom.

“No need, Y/N,” Cas snapped his fingers and smiled at her.

“Seriously? You can do that?” Y/N ran her hands over her body and between her legs. She was still damp, but the mess of her and Sam’s combined spendings was gone, as was the dried cum on her stomach where she released while still in Cas’s body. “This is awesome!” She picked up her phone and dialed Dean, grabbing four beers from the cooler. “Hey!”

“No seriously, dude. We just switched back like five minutes ago. It was definitely an eye opener,” Y/N laughed into the phone. “So, come join us for a beer. I’ve got something I want to talk to you about...cool. See you soon!”

Y/N slipped into Sam’s discarded flannel, throwing him the tee. “We shouldn’t probably be buck naked when he gets here.”

Sam and Cas had just finished dressing in their undershirts and boxers when the door opened.

“Hey. Y/N, what’s wrong? What did you want to talk about?” Dean looked anxiously between his friends and brother. “Why aren’t you guys dressed? And, why the hell does it stink like sex in here?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Y/N stood and slinked her way in front of Dean, running her hands up his strong chest, lowering her voice to a dangerously seductive level. “You remember that time in Montana when you and Sam and I, well, you know? And, that time in Vegas? And, Milwaukee? And, the countless orgasms the two of you’ve given me in the Bunker?”

Dean swallowed audibly in the quiet room. “Hmm-mmm.”

“Well, Sammy and I just helped Cas experience not one, not two, but five orgasms today alone. And, I know with your help, we can do better. And, who knows, maybe even break the Winchester personal best of, what was it? Nine?”

“Ten,” Dean gulped.

“I think it might have been eleven, Dean,” Sam offered.

“So, what I’m trying to say, Dean,” Y/N whispered, dragging her tongue up his neck, stopping to nibble just below his ear, where she knew he had a weakness. “Is that it would be unfair to make Cas stop at only five, and I’ve only come twice today.” She looked up at him with her big eyes, licking her lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. That’s playing dirty,” Dean managed to breath out, his cock swelling and pressing painfully behind his zipper.

“Oh baby, I’m only getting warmed up.” Y/N pressed up against him, snaking her tongue between Dean’s parted lips, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.

Dean wrapped his arms around, holding her even closer to him, their tongues twisting together until Y/N pulled back, breathing heavy in his ear. “Wanna feel how wet I am for you, baby? Just thinking about getting my two best guys and favorite angel in this body tonight?”

Dean mumbled unintelligibly, moving his hand down between their bodies, running two fingers up the center of Y/N’s heat. “Jesus Christ, kitten. You’re killing me here.”

“Since I already got to fuck both Sam and Cas, I’m gonna pay extra special attention to you tonight,” Y/N cooed, slipping her hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?”

“Oh, kitten, you have no idea.” Dean grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, picking her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her wet crotch against the fly of his jeans, the friction rubbing her perfectly. Dean reached the end of one of the beds, laying Y/N down on her back. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pulled her behind the knees until her ass was nearly hanging over the edge.

“Too many clothes,” Y/N groaned, looking up at Dean.

“Hell yeah there is,” Dean agreed and ripped open her borrowed flannel, sending buttons scattering to parts unknown.

“Hey, that was my shirt,” Sam protested.

“Don’t fucking care,” Dean said, dropping to his knees in front of Y/N. He didn’t waste any more time, diving in nose first, nudging her clit with the tip, while his tongue lapped at her folds. “So fucking wet for me, kitten. You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I’m always a good girl for you, baby. For you and for Sammy. I wanna be a good girl for Cas, too,” she mewled as Dean continued to devour her pussy.

A moan sounded in the room and she darted her eyes from Dean between her legs to see Cas, fully naked and stroking himself at the sight before him. Sam was shirtless, but had only pushed his boxers down to just under his balls.

“Sammy, come ‘ere and let me suck that big, beautiful cock,” Y/N urged her boyfriend.

“No, take care of our angel first, baby,” Sam commented, nodding at Cas. “Dean, stop. Y/N, on your hands and knees.”

Cas walked to the bed, dick still in hand, and knelt next to her head. Y/N flipped over, reaching for him. Cas canted his hips forward, pressing his tip between her open lips.

“It’s okay, she’s got you, Cas. Use her mouth just like she used yours earlier,” Sam encouraged.

Dean took the opportunity to rid himself of his clothing, tossing several pieces somewhere in the room. He looked to his brother before continuing. Sam nodded once, and Dean shoved two fingers inside her tight channel. “Christ, you both fucked her today, and she’s still this tight? I’m gonna die a happy man.”

With the addition of Dean’s fingers, Y/N moaned around Cas’s dick in her mouth. She rocked forward further onto Cas and then back onto Dean’s finger, his tongue licking at her folds when she did. She heard a click from behind her and, a moment later, felt the familiar chill of lube, running down the crack of her ass.

“Open her up, Dean,” Sam directed.

Y/N keened, feeling Dean press a thick digit to her tight hole, spreading the lube around before pushing inside. “We’re gonna use you so good tonight, kitten. Fill all those holes up.”

Y/N was a whore for dirty talk, and the Winchesters were her kryptonite. With Cas fucking into her mouth, she couldn’t respond, except to push back onto his fingers, prompting him to add a second finger to her asshole, all the while still eating her pussy. Dean Winchester was a master with his tongue, fingers, and cock, and she was lucky enough to have had all of him. With the Winchesters, it was never just a quick fuck, it was a religious experience, and now they would share it with Cas as well.

“Y/N, I have to believe you sucking my cock is exceptionally better than using my grace to simulate it,” Cas breathed out heavily as he pushed in and out of her mouth. “Tell me, did it feel better when I sucked you off than when you used my grace?”

Y/N shook her head side to side, supplying her answer, while managing to stuff Cas even further down her throat with a slight gag, causing her eyes to water and spit to run down her face. Still, she continued rocking herself back and forth between Dean and Cas.

Dean slipped in a second finger, working her open until he could add a third easily between the lube and his saliva. “Man, Sammy, she’s still gonna be so fucking tight for us. But, you’re always tight, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Y/N, I’m gonna come for you,” Cas shouted as he grabbed the sides of her head, gripping tightly and shooting his load down her throat. She only moaned louder and took everything he had to offer her before he fell to the mattress.

“Babe, you’re such a good girl for us, so I’m going to let you choose tonight,” Sam stroked her cheek lovingly. “Who gets what?”

Y/N mewled at the thought of having all three, but didn’t hesitate in her response. “You’ll all get your turn, baby. First, I want to suck Dean’s cock. Sam, I want you in my pussy. I know how much you love it. And, another first for Cas. Angel, you’re going in my ass, baby.”

Sam laid down next to Y/N, pulling her up and over until she sank down, both of them groaning at the tight stretch.

Dean took Cas’s spot at her head, feeding her his cock slowly as she started moving on Sam.

Cas stood back and observed for a moment. It was a magnificent sight, the three of them, moving fluidly together. Stroking his cock at the view, he extended his grace forward, nudging Y/N’s asshole, while she fucked Sam. A muffled scream left her lips as Dean thrust his hips forward.

“Fucking hell, what was that?” Sam panted.

“That was my grace, Sam,” Cas responded.

She pulled off Dean and turned her head to Cas. “I want your cock in my ass, not your grace,” Y/N chuckled.

“You can do that?” Dean marvelled.

“No reason I shouldn’t pleasure her with both,” Cas shrugged, stepping forward, placing one hand on her hip and lining himself up with the other, pressing against her. “May I?”

“Always so polite. Yes, angel. Just fucking fuck me already.”

All three stilled their movements while Cas pushed himself inside Y/N. “Oh,” Cas moaned, drawing the sound out until he was fully seated.

Y/N, slammed her eyes shut as she clenched around them. “So full, so good. Now move, please.”

“You’re bossy, and short,” Sam quipped, slamming up into her.

Cas groaned, feeling Sam move through the thin walls of her body separating them.

“Oh fucking hell!” Dean shouted, resuming his pace. If there was something that could get him off faster than usual tonight, it would be the sight of Y/N taking his brother and best friend at the same time. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With her brain occupied elsewhere, Dean shoved himself further in her mouth with each thrust until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him, strangling his dick. “Fuck! ‘M coming, Y/N! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

After milking Dean for everything he had, she concentrated on her other two partners, pushing her toward her edge faster than ever before. She screamed for them as their alternating rhythm rubbed every nerve ending in her body.

Dean laid both hands on her throat, like they’d done so many times before. Y/N nodded her consent and he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to restrict her breathing. She reached one hand behind her to grasp Cas’s wrist. With a white-knuckled grip on both him and Sam, she held on, while keeping her eyes locked on Dean. Y/N blinked once, silently letting him know she was ready for more.

He applied additional pressure, pushing her further. Her arousal flying higher and higher. Dean watched her, looking for any sign of distress.

A new warmth encircled her nipples and clit, and she recognized it as Cas’s grace. “Oh yes!” She rasped as he stimulated her over and over. Her vision hazed over, black spots forming at the edges.

“Come for us, kitten,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible over the crack of skin on skin. He loosened his grip, oxygen flooding her lungs, and her climax hit her head on. Y/N’s body seized between Sam and Cas, Dean keeping a hold on her head and neck as they worked her through the pleasure.

Sam was right behind Y/N, emptying inside her, unable to hold off any longer with the way her walls clamped down on him.

“Cas, you got the stamina of a thoroughbred, man,” Dean remarked, locking eyes with the angel as he continued to pound away at her ass. Cas’s eyes bored into Dean in a way they never had before.

“Y/N!” Cas roared as he stilled, pumping her full of his release, folding himself over her, peppering her skin with hot open mouthed kisses, never breaking eye contact with the elder Winchester.

The four of them lay in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their breaths heavy for several minutes before Dean broke the relative silence.

“Damn, I’d do that again in a hot minute.” He felt two fingers press into the side of his pelvis, jolting at the sudden touch. “Who the fuck just poked me?”

“Dean, I don’t know what the temperature has to do with it, but you’ll find yourself ready to ‘do that again’,” Cas air quoted, sitting up next to Sam.

“Dean, after that, you’re suddenly concerned because someone poked you?” Y/N giggled, rolling to face him.

“Wasn’t expecting to get poked, more like the one doing the poking,” Dean winked shamelessy at Y/N and her sex mussed hair and swollen lips. “Damn, Y/N. You look all kinds of fucked out, kitten.”

“I’ve been fucked a few times today,” she giggled again. “But, we’re going to keep fucking until I’ve had all three of you everywhere. Angel, can you clean us up?”

Dean’s eyes flicked up to Cas as he snapped his fingers.

“There, baby. Good as new,” she cooed, moving to straddle him. “And, ready to go. Cas’s grace is a godsend.”

Dean looked down his body at her, his cock fully awake and ready to go. “No recovery period?”

“Nope,” she replied popping the ‘p’, as she started rocking her hips, coating him in her slick.

“Feels so good,” Dean paused, trying to gather his thoughts when all he wanted to do was fuck Y/N into the mattress. “Shouldn’t we eat first? Fuel up?”

There was a slight rustle of wings. “Pizza?” Cas asked, standing at the small dining table, still naked.

“Did you seriously just zap out for pizza? Naked?” Sam laughed.

“I can hide myself from humans, Sam,” Cas dryly reminded him.

“Pizza then pussy, kitten,” Dean declared, lifting her with him and walking to the table.

“Food then fucks?” she laughed.

“Let’s fill our bellies, then we’ll fill you again, babe,” Sam agreed, reaching for a slice.

“I get the whole shebang tonight, huh?” Y/N asked, looking around at three of the sexiest men she’d ever seen.

“That’s what she said!” Dean laughed.

“No! That’s what she did!” Y/N joined him. “She Bang?!” Soon all of them were laughing.

“You know, Dean, I couldn’t help but notice you were eye fucking the angel while he was fucking me,” Y/N said quietly as they ate their pizza. Sam and Cas were having a conversation so they weren’t paying much attention, she hoped.

“Y/N,” Dean shook his head. “I don’t...I just, I don’t know.”

“He’s the one that asked for you to be here. From where I’m sitting, it’s not one sided,” she kissed him and excused herself to the restroom. “Just think about it, baby.”

Dean looked up from his pizza to see a pair of blue eyes locked on his. Maybe Y/N wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could take what he wanted for once. Maybe this was his whole shebang.

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apex-academy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 5: Caring Is a Hazard to Your Health (#32)

I didn’t realize how much of a blessing our sports day was until now. I’m usually perfectly fine with spending time alone, but that’s with billiards tables available, or at least the knowledge that I could go talk to someone if I wanted to.

And I wasn’t especially worried I’d find a dead body if I tried.

“...”

I toss my book onto my bed and stare at my lunchbox—dinner box?—one more time. I’m not even hungry yet, but I'm tempted to eat just to have something to do.

This feels like the last place I should be sitting around doing nothing. Even if I should be trying to relax...

Maybe I should have looked for bath bombs or something, I don’t know. There are still only so many times I can clean off in one day without drying out my skin enough to hurt. Know that from experience.

“............”

Let’s not think about that.

Okay. Things to do. Uh... Wouldn’t mind some cooking practice or something, but even that’s a no-go.

Maybe I will go ahead and eat. Ugh.

I actually open the box and stare inside. Nothing exciting, just my attempt at hand rolls. Had a lot of seaweed and stuff out this morning, so it seemed appropriate. Even if this might feel a little too samey after the onigiri for breakfast.

“Well, this one’s not color-coded.”

Not that my breakfast one was, either. Just everyone else’s. Apparently my assigned color is normal nori color. Oh, well. As long as I end up with mine instead of... what was the weirdest one? SPAM in Kaichi’s?

That’s just wrong.

I wash my hands and choke down my dinner before dropping onto my desk chair again. I could work on my mastermind notes... Not that I have anything to work with. This motive doesn’t tell me much besides “outlandish,” which I pretty much had already. I’m tired of trying to decode Itsurou’s notes, too. Wonder if Aidan would have any luck. His whole thing is communication.

Not really like this, but. Whatever. I only have so many options. One, actually, if I haven’t for-sure crossed anyone else off the mastermind list.

“Though maybe Kaichi...”

Mm. Either way, if I’m asking for help, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

I stare at the ceiling a while before resuming my light reading. I got some kind of country western, just for something different. Don’t hate it, at least.

I still end up turning in pretty early. Wake up a couple times from nightmares I can’t remember. Eventually get up for the morning.

I wait in my doorway as people assemble. I swear I hear that tearing sound at some point again, but I’m still not seeing what it is. Somebody playing with packing tape in their room or something?

Might end up resorting to that myself at this rate.

“Oh... Is Kaichi still not up...?”

“Kanagi, either.”

“Not precisely unusual for them...”

“Welllll, Kaichi’s door is closer, so we can all go knocking there first, right?”

“Ooh, it’ll be like ding-dong ditch!”

“Except there’s kinda no doorbell and we’re not running away.”

“Why would you call such a thing ‘ding-dong ditch’ when neither of those is happening?”

“Let’s just get knocking, shall we?”

In the weirdest welcome party I’ve ever been part of, we assault Kaichi’s door, then Kanagi’s. It takes a little persistence, but we manage to wake both of them up.

“Cool, lesseet.”

...Mostly wake both of them up.

But we manage not to get into more trouble from here all the way to the cafeteria. Yuki, Mahavir, and I go ahead to the kitchen, with Yuki dragging Tsunyasha in with us this time. More of that color-coded onigiri, apparently. Better than letting the dyed seaweed go bad or something, I guess.

Either way, less work for me, so I won’t complain, even if another pickled plum breakfast only contributes to the monotony.

I’m sure that will be offset plenty since we’re all assembled for the morning. Never a dull moment with this crowd.

At least there aren’t any more death threats before Aidan calls the meeting to as much order as it’s going to get.

“All right, everyone! We don’t have to put up with our current system for much longer now! We’ve been doing well enough so far, so please continue to follow our safety guidelines! Possibly more strongly than you have been already.”

I would ask what that’s supposed to mean, but it feels like a callout. You didn’t exactly kick me out yourself, sir.

“...”

“I take it you intend to impose more upon us now?”

“Not at all!!”

“I’m certainly not cutting more slack, but I do have another group event.”

“Already...?”

“Do you intend to pick up where we left off on sports day?”

“Not so soon.”

“Like, of course not.”

“It’s every bit as exciting, though!”

“Are we gonna blow stuff up?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yes, no explosives, please.”

“I’m actually planning to hold a game demonstration!”

“It’s a Western board game I don’t think most of you have heard of.”

“The rule set is notoriously complicated, thus why I’m framing it as a demonstration rather than a game proper. Though we can certainly play it afterward if you like!”

“Like, I’m not good at complicated stuff, so.”

“If you aren’t interested in the demonstration, you can always attend and play something else in the same room.”

“You mortals truly love these pitiable simulations, hmm?”

“ ‘Love’ might be phrasing it a little strongly.”

“I am not sure I would be interested in the demonstration, but I can tag along...”

“I have no idea what we’re doing, but it sounds fun!”

“ ‘m not much for board games, honestly?”

“I mean, fun way t’ piss people off ‘f you pick th’ right ones, but. Kinda not sounding like Monopoly there, brah.”

Yeah, board games must be pretty tough with his condition.

Though something tells me he’s weaponized them all along.

“Understandable. And yes, it’s nothing so well-known.”

“If so few people are interested, we don’t need to do it.”

“Oh, I can come...”

“If there aren’t enough people to make a group event, we can still play in the hallway as long as it’s four of us, right?”

“That’s correct. Does that seem like a better solution to you all? Anyone uninterested would just spend the time in his or her room instead.”

“I’d totally rather do sports again, though?”

“Some of us may need more time to recover.”

“Yyyyyeah, rest ‘sn’t a super bad idea, seems like.”

“Bogus.”

“Yeah, ‘t be like that sometimes, though.”

“I would be perfectly happy to continue sports day tomorrow—Misters Attenborough and Riseiin certainly have a point.”

“So! If we’d rather split the party, which three of you are most interested in the game demonstration?”

Literally no one jumps at the chance.

“Well, beats sitting in my room all day.”

“That it does. Anyone else?”

“Pass.”

“I’ll play...”

“Or watch...? Well, whatever we’re doing...”

“Room for one more.”

“I’m not particularly interested, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, like, I’m super not.”

“Yo, if not enough people sign up, then can we do sports today?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s even less interest in sports than in the board game right now.”

“Certainly. There’s no joy in fighting against such little competition.”

“I’m afraid any further sports outings really ought to wait for now, yes.”

With a frustrated grunt, Kanagi slams her hands down the table. She immediately flinches back and swears, shaking out a hand.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hurt your hand...? Let me see...”

Before Yuki can even start for Kanagi’s table, the latter pulls her hand back to her collar.

“Nah, I just, like, sprained it a little yesterday, I think?”

“You sprained your wrist, but you want to immediately go back to doing what hurt your wrist.”

“C’mon, dude, you’re a sports, you understand.”

“I... No? No, I don’t.”

“I can help you wrap it if you like?”

“Nah, I can handle it. I got bandages ‘n’ stuff in my room.”

Mahavir just grunts. And so the group parents have been sated.

“If Miss Yuukei’s injury is taken care of, can we finalize planning for the game? Miss Tsuynasha, Mister Tokino? Would either of you be interested?”

“Oh, very well. There’s no need to beg... yet.”

What, is she going to show up and then have us grovel before she actually pays attention?

“Surely I ought to keep an eye on you sinners, given the opportunity.”

“...”

“Okay! I can just draw and stuff.”

“All right, then!! We’ll plan for this evening. Miss Kurokame, Miss Kogamino, and Miss Tsunyasha, I’ll come door-knocking when everything is set up.”

“We’ll stay in the hall, so if anyone else would like to watch from his or her room, feel free to keep your door open.”

“Shoots.”

“I’ll look forward to it, hummmmm...”

“Yeah.”

No one has any other suggestions for today, so the rest of the morning is just finishing breakfast despite distractions—

“Have you considered chewing?”

“Sounds bogus.”

—and then more food preparations. Then it’s a wrap. Time to go back to my room alone for several hours, I guess.

Whoopee.

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#apexplot #apex5 #fangan ronpa

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visualssometimesetc · 4 years ago

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Ready Player One: A Review

(channeling my inner geek once again after a really long hiatus; will comment mainly on the book)

After almost a year, I picked up this dusty, slightly yellow paperback from my drawer of untouched reads to ease myself into the habit of perusing pages again.

Considering this to be Cline’s debut novel, and one aimed at teenagers/young adults, I must say I was skeptical. Especially due to the latter fact. Growing up, I devoured many worlds conjured and targeted at the T/YA base that when I grew older and tried getting back into them again, many storylines couldn’t sustain my interest. But this was different.

It is America, 2045. The world at its peak of crumbling shambles, virtual reality pivots the new normal. Young and old alike can be any avatar they choose in the OASIS, a world created by the highly-worshipped game genius James Donovan Halliday. A literal “escape from reality,” OASIS provides so many possibilities one can only dream of when they log out and peel off their visors and haptic suits, devices required to access the simulation.

Reality and online simulation becomes so intertwined, many don’t leave it. Students are schooled online. Credits earned in the OASIS pays for your mortgage in real life. People dress up their avatars instead, leaving their actual selves in deep abandon. After the death of Halliday, a worldwide Easter Egg hunt commences. Starting all users out with a slew of clues to unlock the First Gate, Gunters (egg hunter = gunter) would have to get past a total of three gates and find the Egg to eventually be awarded James’ entire multibillion fortune and infinite reign over the OASIS. Only one would stand to inherit it all.

We follow Wade Watts, your average teenager who studies Halliday’s facts, interests and life to a T in a bid to clear Gates, win the prize money and get out of The Stacks (think Slumdog Millionaire, but Americanised).

Maybe it was the many references to 80s pop culture, where James grew up in and with which the clues centred around, that drew me in. Though unrelatable, its vibes was always something I dig, especially the music. The book covered almost every aspect you could think of that encapsulated the 80s: movies, music, games. I’m no gamer, but it did spur an impulse to hunt down old-school arcades I would occasionally sneak into during secondary school (or high school) days. I remember wearing a sweater/shirt over my school gear to avoid those shopkeepers from snooping about as my friends and I play and got hammered by the games. Oh, fun times.

Each chapter was short with no more than ten pages long, something I appreciated greatly because I usually read on public transport and I absolutely hated starting a chapter and not finish it by the time I reached my destination. I would rather not start on it and instead, phub. Cline’s understanding of his target audience (short attention span people like myself) was on point. It won me over within the first few chapters.

Ready Player One is also highly realistic, what with VR assimilating itself in our current day and age, contrasting with real issues like world hunger and excessive energy consumption, it sure is a dog-eat-dog life on paper and in real time. There’s no escaping it, really. But this also made it relatable, subtly (maybe not Cline’s intention) pushing the message of doing more than just mindless consuming to his readers. Art3mis, Wade’s love interest, is one such character, doing her best to outbid Parzival (Wade’s avatar in the OASIS) and find the Egg to end the world’s problems.

All novels typically have this in common - character development. While not very significant, I felt that it was not needed, because Cline had already established their personas well enough when he introduced them to us. Clans who worked together to crack clues and advance on quests together were aplenty but the rare few mentioned by Cline. These gunters in particular, all had distinct personalities, their own agendas for wanting the Egg, which was something I dug as well. Different people, varying characters, vying for the same prize in healthy competition.

And what’s a good story without the antagonist? A popular clan, the Sixers, controlled by infamous tech company Innovative Online Industries (IOI), which vows to gain full access to the OASIS and ‘revolutionise’ the world tries getting its hands on recruiting Parzival after he clears the First Gate on his own. Do you think he accedes to their request? What happens after that? Read it on your own...

After finishing the novel, I was hyped up, though just as much as I dreaded watching the film. I ignored my urge to Netflix as I was still thumbing through the book. You know how many film adaptations would let you go “Oh no no no... (shakes head),” and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same after watching this film adaptation. I would say though, The Stacks, the casting of Aech and the OASIS, were ON POINT. EXACTLY how I pictured it. But of course, it’s Steven Spielberg. The soundtrack too, 💯. All things considered however, I am a sucker for following things to a T, or almost to it. You can most definitely hear my inner monologue as I viewed the movie. About 40% of the screenplay was re-adapted.

But as I researched deeper into the whys’ of the re-adaptation, I understood and put most of my case to rest. Apart from copyrights issues, some parts would be too draggy if re-enacted. My only two complaints would be: 1. I wished they wrote Art3mis, Daito and Shoto to be more like what was conveyed in the book. I felt that their personas did get diluted. 2. The Gates aren’t actually that easy to open. Yet, I understand that as this is a movie, there was only so much that can be done within the stipulated time frame and budget. I did appreciate however, that the storyline was logical (not gonna point fingers here) and the actors’ performances were pretty solid in the movie.

This about sums my review on this great book! I’m not too sure if I’d be keen to take up Ready Player Two soon however, after having read the synopsis. Some stories are best told and finished in just a single novel, just like some series should just end on a good-enough note of just a few seasons. But who knows, Cline might just prove me wrong yet again.

Book: A surprising 10/10! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

Film: 7/10 (still worth your time, perhaps watch before reading the book for an unspoiled, unbiased, higher rating)

Thanks for braving this lengthy review, I hope this review encourages you to pick up this book 😊😊

#ready player one #ready player 1 #ready player two #book review #bookblr #bookaddict #read a book #movie review #book recommendations

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budugaapologist · 5 years ago

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when you are reading this rant take full offense its 2am here and im mad as hell

fair warning this post is long as fuck and has several arguments pertaining to specific peeves i need to rant about before i go crazy. if you're not interested just keep scrolling it's not hard it's literally the core of social media navigation

you know what? ima say it.

black flag is the best ac game and deserves more recognition than just pirate drinking jokes because:

nearly every named character (sorry burgess and cockram) has development and personalities. cant say that for that many others in other games.

not too much fucking shit to do in it (unlike uhhhhhhhh every fucking other game in the franchise. stop it. i dont need 500 treasure chests in arno's game he already has an excellent revenue with the cafe. i dont need a ton of side quests. i dont need 30+ chests per london burough. i dont need a million question marks on my map. i dont need all of egypt or greece to be littered with shit to do. fuck this.).

unlocking shit is so much easier. edward knows where every treasure chest is and doesnt pay for treasure maps. and literally unlocking shit is so much easier.

base is slept on. its fucking cool. its fucking fun. its fucking useful as shit. its fucking pretty as all hell. fuck you.

good story, fun story, great dlc, relatable story (unless youre some bootlicking cowardly rich cunt) emotional story but not depressing (unity im looking at your ending. origins stop killing children.), satisfying end.

i can do the combat with one hand. you know what that means? i can eat and drink without pausing. i can reply to text messages without pausing. i can pet my dogs and cats while playing.

main character actually has changed by the end of the game a vast amount. motherfucker, edward changed more in his antó mission than ezio did in his trilogy.

if you dont complete all objectives you still have a passing score on the mission. do you know what its like to be raised to only get good grades on stuff and see yourself getting a 60% on a thing thats supposed to be a pass time just because you forgot something.

the naval combat isnt hard you just need practice. also i know the hunter ship sucks in the first mission you encounter but literally drop your sails but hold the wheel. once its in view let go. swim to it. take out the crew. swim back. bada bing bada boom go oneshot the crew. incredible, you're safe now.

legendary ship battles are really fucking cool and my mom doesnt yell at me for killing a giant beast for next to nothing.

the sea shanties and tavern songs slap.

farm animal petting simulator. not forced to kill dogs (ac3, odyssey).

obviously its good if the other games are just gonna copy paste it.

ed's tattoos are sick.

edward is literally the first canon bisexual. he literally says so in game. he literally fucking flirts with blackbeard. he literally was a pirate. why the fuck do you think birate is such an accurate pun.

diving outfit.

thicc.

the female characters dont have titties all over the place. even anne's boobs arent that big, which is good considering she is underage. the same cannot be said for many of the women in ezio's games.

guess who has a solid, interesting, and realistic personality. not kassandra or alexios thats for sure.

he is NOT moved by man pain (ezio, connor, bayek) to carry out his missions. he didn't want to be poor, he wanted to be able to provide for his family. he is just carrying out his dream to sail a ship. when he starts being "good", he is doing it out of guilt and shame on his past self (what, self reflection? someone, teach jacob this term), not because "wahh my girlfriend/mom/child/family died :'(", he wanted to make it up to his lost friends by making them proud and doing what they wished he had done. his regrets are in not being a better friend while mary was alive, not seeking out her killers (guards at fort). thatch's death crushed him, but he didn't thrust his anger on seeking revenge. and the characters that did die? they had personalities and development and were interesting and memorable. i cant tell you shit about cristina.

he is very respecting of women, especially for a white guy from the 1600s. he, as a teenager (under 17 i believe), attempted to save a woman he did not know and had no intentions of wooing (hey um ezio? you literally only were able to save cristina from being raped because you stalked her because you thought she was attractive. like thanks for saving her but uhh am i the only one that finds that creepy?) even though the odds of winning against three older men were stacked against him and he knew they could (and almost did) beat him to death. fuck if caroline wasnt there he would've been killed.

the modern day stuff is an excellent way to separate intense scenes and the little mini hacking games are fun puzzles. oh boohoo desmond isn't there? yes he was, half the things you hack literally give you desmond content.

rebecca's outfit fucking slaps.

from experience, its fun to play even if you dont know shit about the other ac games. pirates are cool and the story is easy to follow, just be prepared to find some of the other endings big letdowns or lots of the other games' missions boring.

is that fanservice that goes both ways but doesnt oversexualize any gender? why yes, it is!

stop reducing black flag to alcoholism jokes like yall constantly fucking do, it has so many other talking points and if you wanna make fun of something maybe choose something that isnt addiction. literally i make fun of edward constantly without pointing out his alcoholism it isnt that hard. if you're gonna make fun of edward for drinking rum when water in the 1700s often wasnt safe and making fun of him when he was depressed (he has multiple other intended self harming behaviors shown in game so no, he wasnt just drinking because its fun), why don't i see the same "wHy is aLL tHe WiNE gONe?" posts for arno? he was an alcoholic too. in fact arno and edward have a lot of the same forms of depression but oh, arno's a more serious character personality wise and isn't a pirate so his grieving isn't as funny.

and like, there are plenty of other things to make fun of with edward that might not make light of alcoholism because no, edward's drinking in the main story was not written to be a joke. here, a list of things i regularly make fun of him for:

this highwaisted man's got feminine hips

there is no reason for him to be that thicc

his bangs are a mess

his hair???? glows???? okay rapunzel.

his tatts that are just lines

actually you know what his tatts in general what do they mean ubisoft what even language are the words on his body in

how this whore opens the bottled messages on the beach. "ah yes, let me put this mysterious item in my mouth. i have no idea where its been. i could very well open it to read a note that says "i pissed on this""

"woman i just met... must respect her.. man i just met... im either going to give you a death threat, tease you, or flirt... sometimes multiple choices will be done......"

i mean he had the full right to be a bastard to walpole on the beach since he did try to be friendly but walpole was being to bitchy and needy. and like them being stranded wasnt edward's fault but walpole was still gonna make him build a ship and there is no reason for edward to trust walpole since after they get to havana he can easily just be like "thats a pirate, hang him." but like. the way he just immediately decides to steal his identity. legend.

why does he just blindly follow older men's orders like that

he trims his beard to a very odd location. i know it isn't a flattering pose but like. look at the underside of his jaw.

"how many references to dog behavior can we put in one character"

phobia of sleeping in a bed

"you saved my life i am eternally grateful."

edward are you seriously arguing with your eight year old daughter about the difference between a boat and a ship

where are your tanlines

how did he not die of skin cancer first

edward probably doesnt have any body hair because ubisoft didnt want his legs to glow in the dark too

look at his marooned outfit. bitch what the fuck is on your shirt. and where are your hair ties.

his dramatic beauty guru smokey eyes

he held that sword by the blade in the single madman quest. wh

anyway, the long run of this is, if you're gonna reblog an edward post from me specifically to make fun of an overused joke, go fuck yourself.

#edward #ac4 #i talk #assassins creed #im tired #and im tired of it!#im not saying to make fun of arno's alcoholism btw #just... just because edward tends to behave a little happier doesnt mean he is #both these men are depressed but like fuck mental disorders i guess

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kaorei-endgame · 4 years ago

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Game of the Year #4: Pathologic 2

You went in with 10 years knowledge on the subject, read those Rock Paper Shotgun Articles, consummate played-by-proxy nerd. And if you come in feeling like that, you've got a clean head start in the first few days of Pathologic 2: The Pandemic Simulation RPG (And Meta Commentary On Gaming (And The Nature of Fiction (And Perhaps Humanity Itself?)) and proto survival sim elements). Like it's turbulent and your health meters drain quick, but you get the jist. Water is short so you learn where the water drums are. Break borrow and steal. Deus Ex house-scavenging on a time limit. That is a genre of game you can wrap your mind around. On day two the plague begins, infected district is cordoned off on the map (which you know--because you have read Rock Paper Shotgun--is shaped, and named, like a cow's various parts, pre-butchering. metaphor!!) and your little virtual desire paths shift to compensate. A timed meeting with a medical colleague on the other side of the city now includes a 5 minute detour. Your nightly visit to harvest herbal curatives from an abandoned village in the steppe slides back into a midnight run, and then an early morning visit as the tasks consume you. Treat these people or we'll withhold your (paltry) salary. But also, heal your friend or his whole district succumbs. But also, buy a cloak to cover your face or you'll succumb. But also, you can't afford a cloak, which is why you're stomping through this abandoned village in the dark trying to remember where the fucking weeds to pick up are because you can't even afford a fucking cloak, much less real medicine!! Which is why you spend like a full quarter of every day making the trip here and back which is why there are now a half-dozen infected districts, all your friends are dead or dying, and the military has brought out the flamethrowers! The game has to be almost over, right? This fucking bull I scrounged up to buy on Day 1, when the world was simple and kind, is supposed to talk to me on the worst day of my life and you're telling me that's not right now, on Day 5 of the 13 total days in this game??

So it's kind of like that. Pathologic 2 arrests my functions through mechanical overwhelm. You're always on the knife's edge of poverty, and the next trashcan is always going to be the one that has a sewing needle in it that you can combine with the cloth you also don't have yet to make a pocket and expand an inventory you couldn't possibly own enough to fill with anything but more trash.

In 2020, this sounds close enough any survival sim but Pathologic's loop is so attenuated by long travel times and finely diced resources that you will never become comfortable. Here's a Terraria where you mine every copper vein you see while everyone around you slowly dies, but not so slow that you can't convince yourself you can save them, or if not them.... maybe the next one? Holy shit, this game is hard, yeah, but wow! Am I a doctor? Am I doing triage?

You build a base, and it's never stocked because you're living out of your coat pockets. Oh, haha, you think you're a doctor? Well you can't afford medicine, as stated, and your guess-work home remedies require infected organs harvested on the sly when you pray no one's looking, because they will run you out of the neighborhood for it. Haha, remember? You spent the literally whole first day, the only infection-free day, skulking in alley ways because the whole town was ready to kick the shit out of you Rambo-style for being a wandering vagrant?

And you still got the temerity to call yourself a doctor? Bitch, you're a fucking haruspex, and that much is clear in how a certain percentage of the population views you as moooore or less one step removed from the anthropomorphic nomad people who roam the plains (and who are, not coincidentally, being targeted by hate crimes as the plague sets in). Half of the tinctures you brew in your lab go into your belly to delay the onset of hunger or sleep for a few more hours. You crash on any couch you can find before the meter bottoms out. You spent less time diagnosing patients yesterday than you did scrounging through the garbage for enough refuse to trade for a fish from a midnight merchant called the Dead Item Seller who for some reason wants bloody bandages, and the fish didn't even fill up your whole belly. Barely even 40%. And the day starts anew, another two cornerstones of the town are sick and dying but what else is new. Have to go watch the giant plague doctors put on a secret play in the town's enormous baroque(????who cares???) theater we've converted into an emergency ward so don't wake the patients, please, you quasi-metaphorical thespians! Oh, my uncle or some shit says there's a hole in the center of the earth where all the blood goes down and THATS the problem?? 😰Well haha I don't think anyone's got enough Orange+ Tincture for a hole that big, Grandad!!🤣 Maybe better find another shaman trained in the ancient ways?? This one's barely making rent.😬 Oh the RAT KING wants to talk to me now? Is he gonna HELP? is he gonna GIVE ME DRUGS OR A FUCKING COAT?🤬

Please, it's 2020, 50% of the people reading this use horror movies as a safety valve to experience trauma and inure themselves to it. In that way, I feel I am among friends. Pathologic 2 is a mechanical expression of that release valve, maybe? A way to touch all those anxieties--Gotta Work, Gotta Rest, Gotta Eat, Gotta Talk To People, Gotta Do My Mindfullness Meditation, Gotta Be Responsible For Building My Own Boundaries In Personal Relationships And Also A 401K or an IRA If I Have The Time, You Know, On The Weekend, By The Way I Belong To A Class Of People The World Unilaterally Hates :)--so I think a good way to manage that.... for people like me.... who have brains who don't manage things well without external motivation.... which, for them, has been historically linked to trauma.... is to play a video game where everyone looks at you like you're sick while THEY'RE all dying of the fucking plague. Is that it? I don't know. It's 2020. So maybe that's just it.

#game of the year #goaty #goty #goty 2020 #pathologic 2

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funeral-clown · 4 years ago

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for @matttheratking

happy birthday king

you ever take a look at your hands and wonder, how did i get here?

i don’t

pepe the prawn/rizzo the rat 4 times someone thought they were dating and the 1 time they realized they were

1. Kermit

Kermit knocked on the door rapidly, trying to quell his rising frustration.

“Rizzo, c’mon, open up! The cast meeting is in ten minutes, and you still need to present your ideas for the Pizza Rat sketch! It’s cultural relevance is dwindling by the second!”

When no reply came, he grumbled loudly before lifting his tiny green hand to bang on the door again. Before he could connect, it swung ajar in a sudden jarring motion. Light filtered from the dressing room into the dim backstage hall, illuminating the shadowed wooden floor. Kermit wished vaguely for eyelids, so he could blink. Instead he looked down.

“Oh. Er. Hi there, Pepe, I was expecting Rizzo.”

“I know,” the prawn snapped, “I am thinking the whole county knows! Your frog lungs are very loud, and I,” he gestured grandiosely to himself, “am trying to take a nap!”

Kermit coughed, feeling awkward.

“Right. Well. There’s a staff meeting in ten minutes. What are you doing hanging around in Rizzo’s room anyways?”

The prawn shrugged.

“We are the same size. It makes his clothes the perfect size to steal, okay?”

Kermit frowned.

“You have more arms than he does!”

“I also have scissors, okay? Now leave! This king of prawns, he needs his beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, well,” Kermit fumbled for the reigns of the conversation, “Well. If you see Rizzo, tell him-”

“I will be telling him you want to see him. Okay? Okay! Now leave! You are late for your cast meeting.”

With that the door slammed shut. Kermit turned to leave, only to hear a rusty wheezing laugh.

“D’ya think he bought it?”

“Of course he bought it! I am an ACTOR, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now help me back into this pizza costume.”

Inexplicably flustered, Kermit dashed towards the stage for the meeting.

2.Bunsen and Beaker

Rizzo and Pepe were playing their usual game of “Who Can We Scam Into Buying Lunch” when Bunsen and Beaker slid across from them at the table. The friendly banter halted immediately as they blankly stared.

“Hello!” Bunsen offered cheerfully.

“Meemeep!” Beaker echoed.

“Uh. Hi,” Rizzo responded. “What, uh. Whatcha up to?”

“Well! I’m glad you asked, my rodentious friend! Beaker and I were hoping to share our luncheon with our two similarly minded friends today!”

Pepe’s antennae twitched.

“So you will be begging off food too?”

Bunsen and Beaker looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, but we won’t be trying to steal anyone’s lunch. WE have worked tirelessly through the night, and have constructed a perfect alternative for the worker on the go!”

“Please don’t blow to table up,” Rizzo muttered, “Please, God, don’t let them blow the table up.”

“Don’t be silly! Of course we won’t be blowing anything up outside of the lab!”

Beaker nodded, meeping in agreement.

“However, as a pair of hard workers yourselves-” Pepe laughed- “We think this might interest you.”

“Is it food?” Rizzo asked bluntly.

“In a way!”

“Is it sentient?”

“Not so far!”

Pepe looked at him and shrugged. He shrugged in return.

“Alright.”

Bunsen jostled excitedly.

“Very well! Prepare to feast your eyes, and your bodies, on THIS!”

He rolled up the arm of his lab coat dramatically to reveal several stickers with various food shapes.

“Uh, Doc, I don’t wanna harsh your vibe here, but are you saying you’re edible, or are you trying the feed us stamps.”

“Not stamps, my dear friend! Oh no, these are no mere stamps at all! These are nutrition patches! A whole serving of food, compiled on a simple slab of sticky paper! We have cut out the need to eat entirely! We’re sure they will be all the rage.”

Beaker meeped excitedly, showing his own arms covered in piles of the things. Bunsen paused, alarmed.

“Beaker, I thought I told you to stick to just a few! These are still in beta testing, there’s no telling what wearing so many at once will do!”

Rizzo chuckled nervously.

“Hey, you guys haven’t seen Willy Wonka by any chance, have you?”

“No, why, does he work here?”

Rizzo and Pepe slowly started making their way from the table.

“Great visit. I would rethink the nutrient patch thing, though. Taste and smell and texture are all parts of what make food so great!!

“Plus, the unions, they will be all over you, okay? Workers will be told to wear patches instead of eat, it will be a whole mess, okay?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, Mr. Prawn! Beaker and I have been in our own union for quite some time! Another thing we have in common!”

“....Yeah, sure, okay! Just be ready to juice him.”

“Juice him?”

Beaker slowly began to swell, turning purple.

“Juice him.”

In the frantic mayhem left behind them, one could almost miss the small exchange.

“How do you think he knew about the actors guild for small animals?”

“I dunno, okay? My question is how long until Kermit decides our next parody movie is gonna be Willy Wonka!”

“Honestly,” Rizzo added, “I’m shocked we haven’t done it already.”

3. Gonzo

“Wait, you’re moving out?”

Rizzo stopped to look up at him from throwing things in a suitcase.

“Of the room? Yeah.”

“But where will you go?”

Rizzo dropped the jacket he was holding and jumped up to sit on the bed.

“Well. It’s a bit pricier, rent-wise, but I was thinking down the hall.”

“You pay rent?”

Rizzo wished his eyes could roll.

“No you lamebrain, and neither do you! We all live in the same house, I just thought, you know, it might be time for me to move up in the world. Literally. I’m bunking with Pepe now, things are a little more my size with him.”

Gonzo frowned.

“Is this because I keep stepping on your stuff on accident?”

“It is, in fact! It is in part because of that!”

“I said I was sorry!”

“And I forgive you but you can’t help being a big.....whatever you are any more than I can help being a rat! And when a rat’s stuff gets crushed for the twenty thousandth time, a rat starts looking for other lodging.”

Gonzo sat on the floor so they were eye level.

“You’re not mad at me?”

Rizzo laughed.

“Nah, besides. I think your girlfriend wants to eat me.”

“Camilla would never!”

“A chicken can’t help being a chicken anymore than a rat can help being a rat!”

“Why not live with some of the other rats then?”

Rizzo scoffed.

“I’m related to most of em, and the ones I’m not want their own space too. If y’know what I mean.”

“I don’t!”

“Yeah that’s for the best. Anyway, aside from not getting stepped on anymore-”

“That was only once!”

“Ahem! Aside from not getting stepped on anymore, I think me bunking with Pepe would be good for us from now on too. Give us a chance to grow the act without being around each other all the time.”

Gonzo shrugged, setting a blue hand on Rizzo’s shoulder.

“Well. I like being around you all the time, Rizzo. We’re best friends. But if this is what you wanna do, go live with the prawn, I understand. Besides, I can finally fit that chicken coop in here!”

Rizzo laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah you go wild buddy. I’m gonna finish packing.”

Pepe poked his head in.

“Hey, Ritzo, you ready to go?”

Rizzo pulled Gonzo’s hand off his shoulder before hopping down.

“Yeah almost.”

Pepe squinted.

“There is a weird energy in this room right now, eh?”

“That’s just Gonzo. He can’t help it.”

“It’s a medical condition!”

“I pity your doctor,” Pepe stated.

Rizzo grabbed his suitcase and dragged it to the door.

“Hey buddy, any chance I can get some help with these?”

“Oh, sure!” Gonzo leaned over to pick them up, only to heave and huff dramatically trying to lift the tiny luggage with his fingers. “Oh wow, what do you have in these, rocks?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rizzo scoffed, “It’s the set of encyclopedias my mom sent me for Christmas. Now let’s go, it’s just upstairs!”

He and Pepe ran ahead before Gonzo could object.

“Well,” he muttered, “At least the suit each other well.” He jiggled the suitcases in silent reiteration of the pun.

4. Miss Piggy

She saw them practicing ballroom dance with Pepe in a tutu and just assumed.

Rizzo frowned at the mail.

Pepe looked up from the blueprints of the vending machine he was studying.

“What’s wrong? You look upset. We’re finally pulling off the snack heist of our dreams, okay! We’re never paying for chips again! This is a time of joy, okay?”

Rizzo hesitated.

“I just got a letter from my ma.”

Pepe got up and walked over, concerned.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, it’s alright, it’s just. Well, look.”

Pepe scanned it over.

“Congratulations on your- Oh. She thinks we’re?”

“Yeah. And I mentioned it and turns out she’s not the only one.”

Pepe frowned.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Like what, just because we live together, we’re in a relationship?”

“And eat together every day?”

“And are listed as each others emergency contacts?”

“And know each other’s bank account information?”

“Wait, what?“

“Nothing! We were listing things!”

“I’m changing my pin number.”

“Eh, I can guess it again.”

“Pepe!”

“Back to the list, okay! And we, uh, we share clothes!”

“Sure, if laundry’s backed up! And we, um, we hatch schemes together!”

“Snack heist!”

“And sometimes at night if I am lonely I steal your blankets to simulate the warmth of another person!”

“That’s- I have nothing to say to that.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to do that if I could just crawl in with you, okay?”

“You- Wait. Pepe do you WANT to be in a relationship?”

“I don’t know! If we get married we can’t testify against each other in court.”

“True. And it would be a pretty big tax break, if either of us paid taxes.”

“Kermit and Piggy would finally have competition, okay? We can overthrow there cutest couple powerstreak and usher in a new age! It’s the time of rat and prawn, okay!”

“Year of the rat, baby!”

“And prawn!”

They both stared at each other for a moment.

“So I guess she was right. We are in a relationship.”

Pepe shrugged.

“Eh. I could do worse. And you could not do better.”

Rizzo wished again, and not for the last time, that he could roll his eyes.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

#happy birthday matt #more muppets fanfiction #i realize miss piggy was a cop out i was running out of ideas #i hope you enjoy this bc it was easily the most difficulty i've ever had writing something

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Day 44

Title: “Paradigm Shift”

Description: During a gaming session, Sooyoung gives some exciting news that makes Hyejoo think about her life.

Features: Sooyoung X Hyunjin X Olivia Hye, slight Hyewon(Loona)

Word Count: 2,325

Tags: Fluff | College AU

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“Yo, Hyejoo. Wanna join for some Mario Kart tonight?”

“Sorry, Hyun. I’m kinda busy tonight. Maybe another time?”

“Gang Beasts tonight? Sooyoung’s joining, too.”

“I’m not in the mood. Sorry. Maybe another time?”

“Hyejoo. Come join us for some Rainbow Six.”

For once, Hyejoo is interested, but there’s a blank document in front of her and its paired midnight deadline convinced her not to play.

“Sorry, Soo. I have a paper due at midnight. Next time?” The college student genuinely wishes she didn’t procrastinate this bad.

I know it looks this way, but the three sisters aren’t that distant with each other. After Sooyoung and Hyunjin left for university, they didn’t see each other as often, but still bonded through online gaming.

It all started when they were younger. Sooyoung had granted Hyunjin the responsibility of taking care of her Nintendogs when she went to a summer camp. Usually Hyejoo, too young to play, would sit next to her and sometimes they switched off taking care of the Sharpei they virtually adopted.

As they grew up, their tastes for video games changed as well. Sooyoung mostly grew out of them, having to take care of her younger siblings and started pursuing dancing. Of course, during college, she wouldn’t hesitate to join in party games, like Just Dance and trivia games. Hyunjin became a sports star, but still played video games. She enjoyed low-stress, life simulation games, but also occasionally played FIFA with her teammates.

Hyejoo had a funny relationship with extracurricular activities. Growing up, she was always dragged into watching her sisters’ dance recitals or soccer games, so she tended to have low energy. She tried dance and soccer and actually showed potential in both hobbies, but had no interest or motivation in either. By the time she was in high school, she only continued what she enjoyed, which was just playing video games. She specifically enjoyed shooting and battle royale games, but she could play anything.

As both Sooyoung and Hyunjin transitioned into university and adult life, they tried their best keeping in touch with their youngest sister. When video calls became awkward, Hyunjin brought up the idea of playing Mario Kart online together and talking through Discord. Sooyoung had to go buy herself a Switch and Hyejoo didn’t like the idea of spending more than 30 minutes talking to her sisters, but the experience was a pleasant surprise. The two older siblings couldn’t help enjoying the serotonin boost they would get when hearing competitive Hyejoo screaming and threatening them with embarrassing secrets from the past when Hyunjin threw a Blue Shell or Sooyoung Bullet Bill-ed past her. An hour passed and Hyunjin was ready to log out, but couldn’t resist it when Hyejoo asked, “One more round?”

The gaming continued when Hyejoo went to university. Even though it wasn’t their style, the three of them would play whatever was popular and multiplayer, whether it be PUBG or Smash.

Eventually, scheduling time to play with Hyejoo was a little unsuccessful. In her last year of university, she became busy with school and actually became more social. You could catch her playing intramural soccer or at the dance studio. She was even dating someone and worked at a nearby bakery. Hyejoo could’ve made time for her siblings, but replaying the same courses and campaigns for hours wasn’t stimulating enough for her.

Tonight’s a little different. It’d been nearly 2 months since she spoke to her sisters and Gowon was scolding her to spend time with them. Even though her computer was starting to run slow, she downloaded the new zombie game Sooyoung mentioned and logged onto her Discord account.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Hyejoo.” Sooyoung naturally scolds her first.

“I know. I thought you were going to abandon us.” Hyunjin spoke in a higher tone and it made Hyejoo cringe.

“Stop being fucking dramatic, Soo. I’m busy with school.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “You’re busy dating your Minecraft girlfriend. I see you online.”

Hyejoo scowls. She turns around, making sure said girlfriend wasn’t in the room. “She’s my real girlfriend, too, you know?”

Sooyoung just chuckles. “I’ll see it when I believe it. When are you introducing her to mom and dad?”

“I don’t know. Maybe during the next holiday?”

“Can you bring some snacks from your work?” Hyunjin shoves herself in front of the camera, as if trying to corner her little sister.

“Hyun, that’s not important.”

“What's more important than bread?”

“Kim Jiwoo. That’s what’s more important than bread.”

Hyejoo pinches the bridge of her nose. This was why she didn’t like talking to her sisters for more than 30 minutes.

“As if, Sooyoung. Jeon Heejin is more superior than Jiwoo, but bread is always on top.”

“You say that now, once you get married, you’re going to change your minds.”

There are two gunshots.

“Hye! Why’d you shoot us?! We’re on the same team?”

“Can you two simps shut up? I just sacrificed 6 gigabytes of space to play this game with you two.”

To Hyejoo’s surprise, Hyunjin’s avatar punches her character and Sooyoung takes her out with a headshot. Hyejoo’s about to seek revenge until Sooyoung starts talking again.

“Yah. I’ve seen your Instagram story posts. Once you two get together, you’re gonna be whipped for her, too. It’s in the Ha genetics.”

“For fucks sake, I am dating Gowon! And why would anyone be proud of being whipped?” Hyejoo starts shooting at her sisters but they run away from the lobby before starting a campaign.

It always starts with small talk. It usually consists of their jobs, what they’re doing on the weekends, and each other’s girlfriends. Hyejoo liked hearing from her sisters, but she couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic hearing about their numerous plans while she just wanted to get through school. Conversations like this is where they found out that Sooyoung became a manager at a well known dance school. The last time they talked, Hyunjin was talking about taking Heejin to Disneyland. Hyejoo was slightly jealous because she wants to spoil Gowon, too, but with the minimum wage she’s earning, she can only afford the new gaming mouse Gowon wanted.

Like always, she’ll just listen. Listen and shoot. Maybe she’ll learn a new lesson from the mistakes her sisters laugh about, but she’s too busying carrying the team for the most part.

The three have just finished a round when Hyunjin asks for a break so she can eat. Hyejoo checks her phone to see a few texts from Gowon.

Sooyoung opens a conversation. “Hey guys, I need to tell you something.”

“Go right ahead,” Hyejoo says before chugging some water. Hyunjin just hums before biting into some pasta that Heejin brought in about 15 minutes ago.

“I haven’t told mom and dad, yet because we’re still thinking about it,” Sooyoung takes a deep breath, “Jiwoo and I want to try for a kid.”

Hyejoo stops looking at her phone. She stares at Sooyoung through the screen. “Oh damn. Really?”

Sooyoung offers a smile. Hyejoo can’t help but soften up at the honey dripping out of her sister’s eyes. “Yeah. She keeps talking about how cute her students are so I brought up the conversation. We’re gonna start going to fertilization clinics and adoption centers to see our options. I don’t think anything’s going to happen in the coming year or two, but I just wanted to let you guys know.” She sighs. “I’m kinda excited actually.”

“Congrats, unnie!” Hyunjin lets out a chuckle. “The idea of a little Jiwoo running around and doing taekwondo flips sounds adorable.”

Sooyoung whines. “What about a little Th-ooyoungie dancing in the living room?”

“Don’t ever use that fucking voice again.” Hyejoo grimaces in disgust.

Hyunjin didn’t spare a pause for disagreement. “I second that.” Sooyoung never used aegyo so it was slightly unbearable hearing that.

“Whatever.” Sooyoung sighs. “It’s just— it’s kinda surreal thinking about having a kid.”

Hyejoo also agrees. Maybe it’s because she’s looking forward to building her career or the fact that she doesn’t know where to begin in taking care of a kid that the idea of her own children seems foreign. She’s thought about adopting a dog, but a human being?

Hyunjin asks Sooyoung about the logistics, like the future of their current jobs and who would carry the child if they decided to not adopt.

Hyejoo listens, but her mind gets clouded thinking about a little Sooyoung or Jiwoo running around and giggling and maybe even playing with a little controller. Hyunjin will compete to be the favorite aunt, but she’ll share with Heejin. She knows Gowon will be a better aunt than her, but she still wants to be a part of that kid’s life. Even though she wasn’t the most active, she wants to take that future kid to the park and kick a ball around and teach them pranks.

The idea warmed Hyejoo’s heart.

For a second, Hyejoo zones back into the conversation. Sooyoung eggs Hyunjin about finishing dental school so she can start her own family, too.

Then it hits Hyejoo.

It’ll still be in the far future, but maybe she needs to grow up a little more. There’s going to be little Sooyoung and soon enough there will be a little Hyunjin.

Hyejoo needs to stop cursing. Maybe she needs to go home more and keep her parents company. She’ll learn how to cook something besides instant ramen and fried rice.

Things are going to be different. They’re all growing up. Sooyoung’s moving up positions. Hyunjin is going to finish dental school. Hyejoo was going to graduate soon.

Hyejoo was more than used to being away from her family during the school year, but then it hits her.

The two neighboring rooms back home were going to be empty. Her two sisters are eventually going to stop coming home for holidays.

The three of them are not going to play video games.

It’ll no longer be just the three of them.

Hyejoo let’s that sink in a little. The days of shooting zombies and racing around Nintendo tracks and visiting each other’s islands will significantly lesson.

The maknae suddenly feels guilty of declining all those game requests. Although all reasons were valid, she feels like she should’ve made more time for her sisters.

She hears Hyunjin whining at something Sooyoung said. Hyejoo flinches a smile, remembering how fifteen years ago, they were bullying each other at the playground.

Some things didn’t change.

And maybe some things still won’t change.

The future is uncertain and maybe she shouldn’t think too much about it.

At least she has the present. She can still play with her sisters now. She can play with them next week, next month.

“Hye? Are you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

Hyejoo tried to think of a snarky comeback, but couldn't think of anything. Surprisingly, her ego doesn’t get to her and just comes clean. “Yeah. I’m just thinking about a little Sooyoung. It’s kinda cute actually. Congrats, Soo.”

Her two older sisters just stare at her through the camera. “Wow. It must be late. Hyejoo’s being nice. Let’s just do one more round and call it a night.”

Hyejoo scoffs. She wants to curse, but holds herself back.

“You guys down for a few rounds of Smash?”

“Sounds good. Is Hye joining?”

Hyejoo puts down her phone. “Gowonnie.” She nudges the girl next to her. They were watching a variety show together while snuggling.

Gowon just hums, a little engrossed in the show.

“I’m gonna go play with my sisters. Is that okay?”

Her girlfriend just smiles and rolls her eyes. “Why do you even ask? You know I’m going to say yes.”

Hyejoo doesn’t want to admit that she just wants to be chummy. “If you had plans in mind, I was just going to reschedule.”

Gowon just shrugs. “I mean I’m craving fried chicken, but that’s not worth rescheduling.” She then shoves Hyejoo off of her. “Go.”

The younger one grumbles, but makes her way to their gaming room.

As she turns on the light, she admires the room they have created. On one side, her girlfriend has a pastel setup. It contrasts her black black setup.

An idea finally sparks in her head. She walks back outside and peaks back into their small living room.

“Gowonnie, do you want to join us?”

“Are you really her girlfriend?”

“Of course she’s my girlfriend. She wouldn’t have been playing with us for the past hour if we’re not dating.” Hyejoo puts her head on Gowon’s shoulder. Hyunjin and Sooyoung are entertained by their little sister’s webcam showing an abandoned chair while Gowon’s webcam showed Hyejoo being soft and protective of a bright and rather crunchy lady.

“She’s not paying you with credits or diamonds or something?”

Gowon giggles. “That sounds like a better bargain.” She turns to her girlfriend and pats her head. “I’m tired of carrying you. Starting next month, I’m expecting 2,000 Battle Points or I’m going to stop doing your laundry.”

Hyunjin chokes on her water. Sooyoung’s jaw dropped.

Hyejoo pouts. “Park Chaewon.”

“Wow. I like her already. I think mom will like her, too.”

“How did you meet such a nice person, Hye? She’s pretty, too. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Gowon smiles. “Thank you. It’s nice to know Hyejoo’s siblings are nice.” She turns to Hyejoo. “You should learn something from your sisters. Forget it. I’m upping the payment to 4,000 Battle Points.”

Hyejoo pouts and gives a quick peck on Gowon’s cheek. “Can I pay you with love instead?”

Hyunjin gags. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to this.”

“She got that from you, Hyun. Don’t deny it.” Sooyoung scolds her younger sister.

“You’ve been dating, Jiwoo-unnie longer! She got that from you!”

Gowon giggles. Hyejoo can’t help, but admire her girlfriend. She pleased how well things were coming along.

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#so my brother decided to cancel his wedding due to covid and told us that he just wants to try for a kid #bruh i became so soft #like thinking about a niece or nephew #but then i was like i need to clean myself up cuz idk how tf to take care of a kid #anyways this was born #kinda felt bad because i dont game with my siblings bc its not my thing anymore but maybe i should just because it might be the only option #anyways #thanks for reading #hope you liked it!#365 Challenge #littlepanduh #loona #loona fanfiction #sooyoung #hyunjin #olivia hye #hyewon

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