#that EA is bad and responsible for a lot of shit

[theharlotofferelden]

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IGN: "Key Dragon Age developers have announced they are leaving BioWare after the developer restructured to focus on the next Mass Effect." Michael Douse, publishing director of Larian Studios: "*laid off I wrote more but then deleted it because I’m not about to ruin a long weekend. Something something $30 billion corporation operating for decades unable to provide the necessary economic foundation from which to support a big RPG. But again, I deleted it. It is possible not to layoff large parts of your development teams between or after projects. Critically, retaining that institutional knowledge is key for the next. It’s often used as an excuse to ‘trim fat’ and to an extent I understand that under financial pressure, but doesn’t that just highlight how needless the aggressive efficiency of giant corporations is? I’d understand it if they were pumping out hit after hit - perhaps you could argue it’s working - but clearly the aggressive streamlining (layoffs) aren’t. It’s *nothing but cost cutting* in the most brutal sense. It’s *always* people lower down the food chain that suffer, when it’s *clearly* strategy higher up the food chain that’s causing the problem. On a pirate ship, they’d toss the captain overboard. Video games companies should be run like pirate ships. The delta between VC and unemployed game developer is fascinating because where one falls upwards the other in parallel velocity tumbles downwards. You can tank an entire multi-billion dollar initiative and head upwards, while an incredibly talented artist, engineer, QA, etc can head into poverty. I don’t have LinkedIn btw 😬 Just in case any of this annoys you, just imagine I meant the exact opposite of it and you’re the best. Have a great weekend ✌️ "[source]

Michael Douse: "To make it absolutely clear, what I hate about the way layoffs are carried out is that they are done *before* decision makers know what do do with a studio, and not as a result of figuring out a direction. This is consistently true. It is a short term cost saving measure at a huge human expense that doesn’t solve a long term problem. (A lack of a viable strategic direction defined at an executive level). You can probably figure it out if you trust your developers instead of firing them. On a positive note, I’m seeing a slight shift in this direction. In the low-stakes arena of remasters and remakes, but they are the foundation of something bigger." [source]

User: "The problem was that they didn't trust and respect their successful devs years ago. So the talent left and was replaced with pliant replacements who would do what corporate wanted but couldn't perform to the same level or stand up for a vision." Michael Douse: "I think there is an element of truth to this" [source]

[whispering-kavka]

the struggles of today proved to me that i might indeed be a little mentally unwell

[jellyfishline]

I've been really, really breaking my own rules when in comes to Veilguard. I don't like making opinions on media until I've experienced it in full, especially when those opinions are negative, and double especially when it's a piece of media that's part of a series that has such a.... long and proud tradition of truly insane takes, to put it lightly. And I know for a fact that there is character writing in this game that would appeal to me, characters that I would love, and maybe some of the less than stellar plots would roll right off me in the face of that.

BUT!

I was prepared to cringe at parts of this game. I was prepared for, idk, discourse about the fumbling of certain sensitive topics. I was prepared for controversial lore revelations, for a lackluster/controversial villain or two, for some janky bits of story or mechanics. If it was just (and god, this feels awful to say) things like "Taash's gender is handled respectfully but there’s no attempt to make being nonbinary feel integrated into the setting" or even "Taash's quest massively drops the ball on being multicultural and forces the player into a gross binary choice about which culture to encourage Taash to explore" that would be like, what I expected. I can accept clumsy writing, even hurtful clumsy writing, to a degree.

But the SANITATION of it all.

Taking out the teeth of the Crows. Making pirates have a code of ethics about not stealing elven artifacts and not turning that into anything INTERESTING (say, internal strife between the pirates who care about plundering from oppressed cultures and pirates who don't, or making this a recent change after an, idk, elven captain takes charge of the organization and showing the struggle of it, or making the pirates all staunch individuals who have completely disparate individual moral perspectives, or SOMETHING.)

Setting your game in MOTHERFUCKING TEVINTER and not talking about anti-elf prejudice???? What the fuck???? Being an elf doesn't radically change how the Imperium sees you?? There aren't elven slaves in every corner of this society??? You’re going to set your game in the place where Fenris came from and just.... not address anything that was part of his story???

And this is all shit I KNOW about the game, because even though I haven't played it I have seen screenshots and banters and dialogue choices. And I just.

Do the folks at bioware/ea/whoever was responsible for this understand that by taking the "problematic" elements out of the world they haven’t made it friendlier or kinder or less problematic. They've actually made it worse, imo. Because it makes the struggles of previous characters and the systemic institutional problems they raged against in previous games feel unimportant, silenced, removed. The most charitable explanation is that these characters' struggles have been retconned out of existence. The least charitable is that they have been reduced to being outliers, which in turn makes their insistence that the problems are indeed SYSTEMIC and not just the result of one "bad villain who was operating totally alone, no really" seem irrational or overblown.

I just. DAI fumbled a lot of shit but at least there was shit to fumble.

[thedawningofthehour]

This may be strange question, but how are Aprils parent dealing with everything going on? How much do they understand what Donnie means to April and how do they still feel about it all?

Guys, there are no strange questions! We're all weirdos here. Embrace it. Love it.

April's parents know the whole scoop by now. At first I just had her tell them because I realized that April was going to be heavily present and it was either constantly reference the various excuses she uses to keep them out of her hair or just make it look like they ignore the shit out of her, and I didn't care for either of those vibes.

I think of April more as a latchkey kid than truly neglected-I mean, yeah, her parents leave her alone a lot, but they've also raised her to handle that responsibly and will absolutely drop everything for her if she needs it. They just work a lot. They knew that April had a group of friends she was very close to that they couldn't meet for whatever reason. And like...they were suspicious, but they also wanted to trust her. (Some people have commented that without context it really looks like Splinter is running a cult, with his color-coded children who don't go to school and aren't vaccinated and shit, and goddamn they are right)

Keep in mind, the story starts mid-March and Mystic Mayhem happened in like late summer/early fall the year before, so there have been mutations happening all over the place for at least six months by the time April tells her parents that the reason they haven't met her friends is because they're mutants. And they're like, "oh thank god." That was the most harmless explanation they could think of. (they didn't actually think that April was in a gang, but like...there's only so many explanations that fit) Also they're New Yorkers. So April tells them that there's a magical city underneath New York and they're just like, "yeah, that makes a lot of sense."

I can't remember how much of this actually made it into the story and how much I cut, but hearing what April had been doing actually really freaked them out. They're proud of her, of course, and they have faith in her capabilities, but they had no idea. I mean, their daughter has a crane license. They didn't know she could do that. It really made them reevaluate their priorities. That's part of the reason why Carol started working on the mutant town up at Todd's-she realized that she was giving so much of her life to her job and it just wasn't worth it. She feels awful for what the Hamatos had to go through due to their mutations and she feels way better spending her time making sure other mutants don't have to go through that.

As far as the boys go-they fucking love them. I wasn't joking when I said that they're socializing parenting. Splinter told them that he's always wanted a daughter and kind of considered April a bonus child, and they were like, "fuck you, we get bonus kids out of the deal too." The boys really activate that Parental Instinct deep inside them, especially after hearing how isolated and neglected they were. (they really don't blame Splinter for this-like, they had one baby and there were two of them, along with extended family/daycare/etc and that shit was still hard. They understand what an absolutely impossible task Splinter had been handed. Frankly, they're impressed that all four of them are alive) It also helps that Mikey was the first one they met, so they were instantly charmed. April's their priority, but they do genuinely love the boys.

And they haven't met Donnie, but they know that he and April were the closest, they've heard so much about him and seen the things he's built. They already love him and want to meet him so badly. I also wasn't going to confirm that her dad worked at the same research center where Donnie hatched, but I have thought about her dad getting all Emotional about it (it was a bad year and very few of the hatchlings survived-everyone was sad when the one guy they were all rooting for was seemingly eaten by a hawk or something) and showing Splinter Donnie's baby pictures and shit. Splinter would probably cry. Donnie would be so fucking done.

All in all, April's parents are like 90% of this fic where I didn't plan for anything to be A Thing and a narrative just grew when I wasn't looking.

[alltimefail-sims]

Idk if I'm super late to this or if I missed a response, but I'd like to hear your thoughts about Roberto Crinkletop being Robert Crumplebottom. I'm not sure how I feel about it and would be happy hearing somebody else's opinion

You are not late on this nor did you miss a post from me about Roberto, but oh boy do I have thoughts! LOTS of them! I forgot about EA's atrocious little video until this ask remined me. Thank you!

I considered making a whole lore post on Agnes and I still might - but this whole thing with Roberto has re-contextualized her lore in the most inconsistent way, in my opinion. It has also discouraged me from wanting to talk about her. No surprise there though - they have fumbled the ball with lore in TS4 time and time again, and I think I am apart of a minority that just doesn't want them to address it any more. Even the slight mention of the Landgraabs in their most recent livestream made my skin crawl in the worst way. I just wish the Sims team would just stop pandering to a fanbase they do not care about in order to seem like they're putting thought into these families when they make them (spoiler: it's clear they don't put that much thought into them, if any at all. I truly believe they used to care, but that has been lost to time and that's why the games just aren't the same as they used to be. Trying to fuck with preexisting families, like the Goths for example, is only ruining what made them good in the first place... but I digress.)

Basically though, I'll sum it up now by saying that it seemed to be canon that the death and/or disappearance of Agnes' husband is what made her turn sour and callous (grief is what made her the person she is today, grief and loss made her hate romance). But then that wretched video drops and they decide to portray young Agnes as this mean, naggy wife that her poor husband (eye roll...) had to escape from? It even feels like they're insinuating that she was actually abusive because he says coming to Chestnut Ridge and becoming a nectar maker literally saved his life. Like holy shit! Just seems really fucking dumb to me if we're being honest!

It's just lazy writing, and it doesn't make sense with what we know of Agnes from TS2/TS3. In the original games it felt like she was a nuisance and a miserable old woman who we're supposed to feel bad for. In TS2 her actions aren't explained, but we know she is adverse to romance. In TS3 we see her in a whole new light, and it's pretty devastating how the loss clearly impacted her (that half unfinished nursery lives in my mind rent free). It was implied that they loved each other, in my opinion, but it seems like the Sims team will never miss an opportunity to villainize a female premade. I'm serious - it's actually getting concerning how the negative traits or actions of the male characters in this game are always twisted to be endearing, understandable, or momentarily misguided. But the women? Oh no, they're insufferable nags, abusers whose husbands need to leave them, women who never really loved their spouses at all, they're evil, they're mean, they're distant, they are bad wives and mothers, they are money-hungry, they are killers, and that's the whole of their marketing.

Poor uwu baby boys, save them from the mean ladies!! And if they cheat on the mean ladies, the ladies deserved it! If they are a serial cheater who will go as far as to leave their fiance at the aisle, that's okay because they're just a lovable himbo! If their wives go missing and they date a woman much younger than them, that's okay - she's actually the money hungry one! Yes he is lazy and does not have any ambition or drive, but his wife is so mean for being tired of their life being stagnant - she is the problem! She is a money hungry evil woman and he is just her husband who has no idea! He's rich and literally lives with her but uhhhh he's so nice that the estranged son (who looks just like him) isn't even his!

Ugh. Give me a break sims team. I'm tired!

[prismatic-starstuff]

Okay so remember that one bit with the dog collar in EA that everybody went bananas over? There's a dog collar you can get from digging up a grave. It's equippable as a necklace, and if you take the party to Moonrise Towers you will find A Button. Pressing the button with the collar equipped on anybody EXCEPT TAV/DURGE will make them comment about how the magic on the collar seemed to activate somehow. (Pressing the button with the collar on Tav leads to food being dispensed into a dog bowl, and then the button stops being interactable.)

Anyway, everybody has a different reaction when the collar goes off. Gale says something about the magic in the runes on the collar being stirred, and that's basically the standard response. It's clearly not a distressing or painful thing.

Astarion, however, fucking yelps.

He yelps, and then he immediately turns it into a slightly horny sounding, "Hmm...Whatever you just did made my neck piece vibrate."

Obviously, at the time this was first discovered more than a year ago, everybody thought he was having a kinky moment with the dog collar. Laughs all around, etc etc

But oh my god. OH my GOD. I can't find the stupid grave anymore and idk if that's because they took it out or if I'm just an idiot, but.

Holy shit the full release puts that "joke" into such different context.

Nobody else reacts like the collar shocked them or anything. Astarion himself says it vibrated. But god, the implications of what he thought, for a split second, was happening...

And of course he immediately turns on the sultry purr! What the fuck else is he supposed to do in that circumstance, except turn it into a kinky joke?? How the hell else is he supposed to deal with being startled like that in front of bloody everyone?????

It makes me weirdly sick at my stomach to think I was kinda into it before.

Aw, nonnie, please don't beat yourself up over it... Back in the EA days, none of us knew how the full story was going to unfold, and none of us knew the full extent of just how bad the things Cazador did to Astarion were or how traumatised Astarion actually is; and back then it did seem like Astarion was portrayed a lot more as someone who did pursue sex for his own desire - or he read that way at least - so it was easy to see that scene as just a bit of kinky fun. I've no doubt that you aren't alone there, so please don't beat yourself up about being kinda into it before you knew the whole situation; in hindsight with the knowledge we have now, it is a really upsetting scene, but you literally didn't know at the time 🫂

[dracoblaze40]

A furry surprise

I woke up feeling like shit after a night where Carlos had a gooning marathon or something like that, and of course I ended sucking up all his sexual energy with no say or way out without having to leave the apartment.

I got up, picked up the my cumstained bedsheets and threw them into the laundry bin  before I stopped and realized that something wasn’t right… There was no nice smell of breakfast, no sound of running water, nor any sign of life outside of me.

-Carlos? -I yelled. -You’re gonna be late for school! Get your ass up and get ready or you’re gonna miss your first class!

No response. I was getting worried so I went and knocked on his door. Still no response.

-C-Carlos, are you ok? -I said, and then turned the doorknob, slowly opening the door of his room…

And there he was, in a deep sleep, the sheets of his bed laying on the floor near his bed, leaving him completely exposed…

-Oh fuck… -I muttered in a soft, but aroused way.

When I met Carlos, I didn’t think too much about him. He just looked like your typical tech guy. Once he took his hoodie off and offered it to me though, I noticed that he had nice arms, but man, I didn't realize he was so ripped! Not quite like that dumbass Ricky, but more of a swimmer's build. He had compact muscles and a slim frame with no hair covering his torso outside of his happy trail. I followed that trail, guiding my eyes to a dark patch of pubes… and just past that dark patch was his cock, standing proud, with the glans glistening in the sun rays pouring through the blinds of his room.

I was completely speechless. This nerd that gave me a place to stay, good food and other commodities was making my demonic cock hard without even trying. I noticed his abs coated in dry cum, and a bunch of cum tissues scattered on the floor, the night stand and on the bed near his body. Naturally, my body started reacting to it…

-Fucking Carlos… -I moaned as I started rubbing my bulge, unable to take my eyes off his naked body.

He might have heard or felt my presence because he murmured my name in his sleep. Was he dreaming about me? Fuck… That idea made me even more horny…

I knew that he could put me at risk from all the sexual energy he was producing, but I couldn’t control myself anymore. My mind was clouded, my cock was leaking heavily inside my underwear, and I was craving this latino nerd so bad.

Without thinking I took my clothes off and walked towards his bed. All I knew was that I needed him badly.

I reached for his face and caressed it a little before placing my fingers at his temple. I needed to know what was on his mind. I closed my eyes and started seeing everything inside his brain: his first time jerking off to the older guys at the swimming pool his parents took him, his sexual awakening caused by a monster movie with semi naked muscular actors as different monsters, his first time with a guy during a study session at his place, and of course, a bunch of sexual fantasies. I then understood why he was constantly producing so much sexual energy: he was so sexually frustrated from the lack of sexual activity since Ricky’s shenanigans made him a social pariah at school, that his only solace was the feel of his hand on his cock, day and night with no signs of stopping… at least until I came to his life.

I explored a little more until I found what I was looking for. There he was, naked and sucking my cock, then flip fucking with me, and then having me sucking his glorious cock… repeatedly, in lots of places and positions, with a demeanor that went from tender and charming guy to the kinkiest bastard ever.

I took my fingers off his temples and climbed on his bed, immediately sucking on his nipples then slowly licking my way to his cock through his pecs, abs and pubes. And then, once I reached that magnificent meat rod I started sucking it.

I could feel him enjoying it, his energy quickly entering my mouth like a hose pouring water on it. If the way to make both his and my life easier was dissipating all that sexual frustration he had, I was going to please him the way he wanted it.

And just when I was getting into his 7 inches of latin meat, I heard his soft groggy voice say my name.

-Shhh… I’ll make you feel good man… -I told him, putting my finger over his lips to stop him from talking, and then continued worshipping that meat staff of his.

He instinctively took me by the horns, his eyes rolling back as he started fucking my mouth. I didn’t care about him making me his bitch, I just wanted to please him.

-D-Draco… I’m… -He stuttered. I could feel what he was trying to tell me, so I nodded, circling his glans with my tongue, making his body tremble, and then feeling his delicious cum flood my mouth.

We both lay on the bed, completely spent, slowly feeling myself getting strong after finishing swallowing all his cum. He then reached out to me, pulling me forward to hug me. We laid there together, held in a tight embrace, almost like one of those romantic movies humans love, staying like that for a moment.

-Thank you, Draco… -He told me, softly. -I needed that so bad…

-Glad to be of help. -I replied, with a smirk. -I think this also solves the issue of your sexual energy almost killing me, hehe…

-But… Why were you in my room? -He asked.

-Oh… I noticed you didn’t wake up at the usual time, so I came to wake you up, and then…

-And then you decided to have some fun, huh? -He winked at me in a playful manner. -I can’t complain haha. And also, that made me realize that I never told you that my classes start later today.

I blushed, and he chuckled a little once he noticed my reaction. Suddenly, we heard a commotion outside.

-Oh, for fucks sake! I bet all the ruckus comes from the apartment at the end of the hallway… Those meatheads! -Carlos said with an annoyed tone. Guess it’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

-Let’s get dressed and check what’s up. -I told him and he nodded in approval.

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The moment we opened the door we knew that something weird was happening: There were 3 guys wearing military clothes pushing another guy that was half dressed out of the apartment Carlos mentioned. Several tenants from that floor were clearly peeking up through their doors.

-Fucking hell Michael! I knew you were hiding something weird from us, but this!? -The tall muscular bald man screamed at the poor guy that was laying on the floor, throwing what looked like the head of a fox costume.

-A furry? Living under the same roof as us!? Unacceptable! -Said a guy that was shorter than the bald man.

-Yeah dude, not cool! -The third man said, a bulky guy that clearly wasn’t the brightest of the three. -I bet you also like to take it in the ass too, and fuck weird things, and…

-Ok Lenny, we get it. Just shut up! -The bald man screamed at Lenny and then looked back at the poor guy that was trying to get up. -I will not accept a freak like you in my place anymore! You’ll tarnish our image with your stupid furry crap. Now scram! I don’t wanna see you here anymore! Gerard, throw his shit out already!-

-Yes sir! Lieutenant Andrews, sir! -The short guy said and then threw all of his clothes and possessions outside in a trash bag before all three assholes closed the door, leaving the poor guy humiliated, the rest of the tenants that were still watching the scene going back inside their apartments.

-Let’s help him out! -I told Carlos and he nodded.

-Are you ok? -Carlos asked the guy, while we helped collect his stuff from the floor. -Come to our place, you can stay with us while this situation gets solved.-

-Thank you, guys… -He said, with a disheartened tone in his voice.

We helped him with his stuff, taking him into the apartment, but before closing the door I took one last glance at the apartment of those three assholes.

Hope they are ready for what I have in store for them.

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Carlos started preparing breakfast while I brought some hot tea to the guy to help calm his nerves.

-Damn guys… You are really nice to me. -He said with teary eyes as he took a sip of his tea.

I looked at him and couldn’t believe that he, a guy with the physique of a personal trainer could be put in such situation. He was taller than both Carlos and I, not bulky like Ricky or any of those three assholes he called roommates but with bigger muscles than Carlos. He sat there, still shirtless, red hair sprinkled his defined chest and abs. Despite the full head of hair, you could tell he was in the military because of his pants and boots.

-I should introduce myself. I’m Michael, and well… As you can see, I’m a furry. -He said almost ashamed of saying the word “furry”.

-Hey man, you don’t need to feel ashamed. -Carlos said while bringing the food with him. -Furries are super cool!

Michael looked at Carlos, and tears started pouring out of his eyes. I guess those words felt so warm after being publicly humiliated. As always Carlos is showing his reassuring skills.

-Umm… Sorry but… What’s a furry? -I said, completely confused at the word.

Michael and Carlos looked at me and then laughed.

-I guess you don’t know a lot about those things, huh? -Carlos said with a smug smile. -Guess it’s my time to teach you something, you silly inc- -I looked at Carlos as he was about to say something he shouldn’t, and he quickly reacted. -I mean, incredibly confused man.

I sighed, and then he explained to me that furries are people who enjoy anthropomorphic representations of animals, and that they represent themselves through a character, and that some of them even get what is called a fursuit. Michael nodded and then took the head of his suit.

-This buddy here is my fursona, his name is Fynn Crimsonpaws, a mix of a wolf and a fox, and I love him so much! -Michael said, hugging the head and smiling like a kid with his favorite toy.

-This is amazing, there are so many things that I don’t know and yet this is so interesting! -I said, completely wonderstruck. There were so many things that I didn’t know about humans, and I was all up for learning.

-If only everyone thought like you… -Michael said, and then his mood went back to a somber and sad one. And that’s when I knew what to do.

We sat at the table and had breakfast. A little after that I told Michael that he could take a nap in my room while I’m away. He took my word and went to my room.

-What do you have in mind Draco? -Carlos said once he saw me walking to the door.

-You’ll find out soon enough. -I said and then went outside.

I was gonna give those 3 a taste of their own medicine.

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I knocked on the door of those three guys and waited. It wasn't long before I heard some heavy steps coming closer, and soon enough, I had the dumbest of the three in front of me.

-What do you want? -Lenny said.

-I wanna talk with you three. -I said with a stern tone.

-Nuh uh, Lieutenant Andrews doesn’t like to be bothered by insects like you. -The big brute said, mockingly.

That response pushed me to my limits. I grabbed him from the hair, forcing him to open his eyes in surprise, and put his face directly in front of mine.

-Listen up, steroids for brains. You’re gonna let me in, take me to where your other idiot friends are, and then we are gonna solve this my way. Capiche? -I told him, my gaze piercing through his empty skull, bending his will and forcing him to agree to my terms with little to no resistance.

He let me in and took me to the room they used as a gym. Gerard was surprised that Lenny let me in, and Andrews was furious to the point that his forehead looked like it was about to burst at any moment.

-Lenny, you imbecile! What is the meaning of this!? I told you that you should never, NEVER bring anyone inside without my authorization! I’ll have to punish you after I deal with this insect. -Andrews said while looking at me. -So, spit it up, you little shit, what do you want with us!?

-I came on behalf to Michael to…

-Oh for fuck’s sake! That f*ggot sent you to fight his own fights? Pathetic! -He laughed. -Imagine being a military guy sending a nerdy piece of shit to solve his problems!

-Hahaha, truly pathetic indeed Lieutenant! -Gerard said.

-Well then, if he sent you to fight his fights… -Andrews said as he got close to me, and then lifting me from my shirt. -…Then I guess I’ll have to punch you the way I’ll punch… him…

-Yes, he’ll punch you like… Lieutenant? Are you ok? -Gerard said as he noticed Andrews’ expression going soft.

Andrews, eager to intimidate me, fell right into my trap, putting himself right in front of my eyes, ready to have his brains turned into mush, just like I did to his buddy Larry.

-W-what did you do to Lieutenant? -Gerard said, with fear in his voice.

I walked directly to him, while he backed out in fear. Gerard was the typical bootlicker that loved being on Andrews’ good side by the looks of it, and with no Lieutenant to protect him, he was like a helpless animal, trying to hide.

-I just wanna talk, that’s all. -I said, cornering him before using my gaze once again, -but I think you don’t want to talk. In fact, I think you wanna tell the Lieutenant how much you love him, isn’t it?-

-Yes… I love the Lieutenant… -He said, out of his usual persona. -I love him so much that…

-…You want him to fuck you in the ass, isn’t it? -I interjected, completing his thoughts.

-Yes, I want his cock inside me! -Gerard said, giving into the desire he hid so deep inside his mind.

-But you know what’s sad? -I told Gerard. -Andrews here won’t be able to satisfy you.

And with a quick movement of my hands, I pulled Andrews’ pants and underwear, leaving his penis exposed for the two brutes to see. A small but thick cock, probably a consequence of a constant use of steroids. I refuse to believe Andrews’s didn’t do steroids, considering his size and his constant rage outbursts.

Andrews stood there, completely braindead and drooling like an idiot. I usually don’t go that far with my powers, but Andrews’ attitude irked me so much that I locked his mind completely. Not like it was a bad thing tho, he looked better as a silent guy.

-Damn bro, Lieutenant’s ass looks so fuckable… -Lenny said, whipping his engorged cock out, and followed by Gerard who was also rock hard.

-Oh, I’m pretty sure that he’ll enjoy service you two guys… Just lemme show you how to do it first. I said as I pulled my pants down and forced my cock inside the bald man’s mouth.

 Even without a fully functioning brain he knew how to serve a cock. I guess the macho persona he had was a façade for his love of cock.

The two dumbasses got close and ended up kissing and stroking each other, as I used his Lieutenant’s mouth as a fleshlight. Then I signaled them to get closer and to offer their cocks to him.

I snapped my fingers and Andrews got on his knees, ready to serve the two brutes, and while they were getting serviced, I decided to give them a mark like the one I gave to Ricky.

During the night, while I was getting overwhelmed by Carlos’ energy, I studied the Coitus Aeternatus a little more, and discovered some other marks that I could use, and decided to give these two numbskulls a mark of obsession, so they will never leave Andrews unattended.  These ones however, I drew them on their forehead.

Andrews on the other hand deserved something different, so I drew a mark of submission on his lower back. His worked like Ricky’s, but instead of making him into a manslut, I turned him into these two boneheads’ sex toy, and making his limp cock unusable for sexual purposes.

I decided to sit on a bench and watch the show, as these two went all in on his dear Lieutenant. Spit roasting him over and over again, and even double penetrating his muscular ass. Watching the Lieutenant bouncing away on those cocks was such a peculiar view for sure.

Their cocks kept flooding his insides thanks to the marks I put on them, and when I got bored of them, I made them all 3 cum at the same time, collecting their sperm in vials as a proof of my victory over three idiots who humiliated someone just because he enjoyed anthropomorphic animals.

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When I came back home Carlos was getting ready for his class at last.

-Oh, hey man, where have you been? Michael is still in your room, hopefully still sleeping. We can talk about how we are gonna distribute the apartment now that we are 3. -Carlos said while getting his backpack and laptop ready for his class.

I gave him a brief summary of what I did, and I noticed him getting aroused. Luckily this time it didn’t affect me, so I guess the blowjob did its thing. He then told me that there was food ready for the two of us in the fridge and that he’d come back a little late. I said goodbye to him and then went to my room.

I opened the door and like it was like déjà vu. I found Michael completely naked and exposed because I took the bed sheets to wash them. My eyes wandered over his body, completely ripped and strong looking, and his red hair shone with the light that was entering through my window. Then there was his cock, with a bush full of red hair making it look like it was on fire, and man, that is such an understatement. Resting on his leg was a cut cock that I estimated to be 7.5 inches, veiny as fuck and so pink, you'd think it’s a lollipop.

I could also feel his energy pouring out, and it was pretty different from any of the guys I’ve met so far. He had a weird mix between tenderness and kinkiness that puts Carlos’ to shame. But it wasn’t overwhelming by any means, probably because of the fun time I had with my roommate earlier, or because he’s more in control of his sexual urges.

I think staring and exploring his naked body with my eyes was so intense that it woke him up. I thought he was gonna get mad at me, but instead he just laughed.

-Don’t worry, I’m used to getting lots of eyes over my naked body. When we stay at the barracks we have so little privacy so I don’t mind it that much, in fact it gives me a reason to flex these babies up! -He said and then flexed his arms, showing his biceps and armpits covered in red fur. I could feel my cock twitch the moment he did that.

Michael and I were quickly bonding and I decided that if he was gonna be our roommate too, he deserved to know the truth.

-Ummm… Michael, I have something to tell you. -I said, worried that he would take it the wrong way.

-You’re gay? Yeah, I know buddy, don’t worry. -He smiled. -I am too.

-No, it’s not that… I mean, yeah, I am gay, but it’s not that. -I replied, trying to contain a laughter after that answer. -Michael, you may not believe it, but I’m an incubus.

-Oh. -He exclaimed. -Should I worry about you coming to me at night and sucking my cock, riding it, or fucking my ass? -He asked me with a smirk.

-Only if you want to. -I replied, laughing my ass off because how witty he was.

-I wouldn’t have a problem tho, we all need some bro bonding. -He winked at me and we laughed. He was really gonna get along with us so easily.

Carlos came back home some hours later and found us watching TV and having a great time.

-At least you two are laughing. -He said, and then showed us a note that said that rent was due and that we should pay it as soon as possible, including payment options.

-Lemme see that note for a moment. -Michael said to Carlos and he handed it to him, then Michael took his phone out, quickly typed something and then gave it back to Carlos. -Done, no more notes for a year guys.

Carlos and me looked at each other, with our jaws hitting the underground after experiencing the most amazing power move we’ve ever experienced.

-I owe you two a lot, so this is a way to say thank you. Thank you Carlos, for letting me live with you two, and thank you Draco for dealing with my shitty ex-roommates.

-Wait, you told him? -Carlos said and I nodded. He just shook your head and joined us while we watched a movie together.

I couldn’t ask for a better company.

[tenderlyrenjun]

i'm so sorry than anons r literal assholes 😭 ur korean you dont have to prove shit!!!!! you should be able to write in your own language whenever you want, its insane you have to monitor that. Anyways,, i love your writing and just read married jisung.. SO CUTE!!!!!! I know some people don't like your writing style, but just also know theres plenty of others that actually love and adore it. So much thought and intricacy goes into the details and its something i'll always appreciate! Also i notice you apologize alot in your responses, so like don't even think ab apologizing for anything (if you respond to this lol)!!!

have a good day fellow renchin! <3

I just know that it’ll feel inauthentic in anyway that I try to prove being Korean without giving away my full name + location, because there have been, like, EA-fishing accounts on Twitter a lot (sorry; I am chronically online), so it just feels weird for me to jump through hoops for verification like that. And I monitor blogs for anon hate, because I can’t really have people telling me that I don’t deserve friends and to just “get it over with” and kms; asks about me being a bad writer aren’t, like, as bad in comparison so it’s fine, it’s deserved.

but thank you ^^ im glad you liked it; I think Jisung has a lot of college sweethearts vibes and he, like, fits the concept of some guy fresh out of military service, starting some sort of aeronautic degree, and falling in love with the person who, like, helps him with physics, or something; also, he’s just relatable and cute and I think he fits the vibes of the fic, a little bit nervous but more confident than not, if that makes sense.

I Hope you have a good day too ^^

[a-tale-never-told]

[Part 3]

Well, it looks like it's getting late, and I'm tired as shit from all of that yelling, so might as well start getting to sleep down here. Have a good night, Hinata.

*As Natsumi turns towards Hinata's bed, she starts to open the covers of his bed and starts to go into the left side of the bed, but before she can get into his bed....*

Hold it!!

Ngh! What the hell did I do now? All I'm doing is just getting in the damm bed! What is your problem!?

Where the hell is Kennedy?

Who? Are you talking about that old president back in the '60s? That guy hasn't been alive since 1963, you idiot! Why the hell would you start looking for him!?

I meant the bear. My stuffed teddy bear that you have in your pocket.

?

*Natsumi, confused as to what Hajime's saying, decides to put her right hand in the rear pocket, reveling a familiar stuffed teddy bear wearing a small white suit and a "VOTE FOR ME" rubber sign attached to his left arm*

Do you mean this thing right here? *hands out Kennedy to Hajime, with her hand stretched forward* That's yours?

Of course, it is. I've had him since I was 3 years old. *grabs Kennedy with his right hand and puts him on his shoulder* and he's been with me throughout my entire childhood, from when I took my first steps all the way untill I got to Hope's Peak. He's something that is dear to my heart.

God, you're sounding so sappy right now. It's making me cringe right now in agony.

But... why did you decide to name it after JFK of all people? Especially since you could've given it any other name besides that?

Well. let's just say JFK has always been one of my personal heroes, to be honest. This is a man who I think genuinely had the greatest intentions to be president, and tried what he could to improve American society. Don't get me wrong, he certainly wasn't perfect, with the whole affairs he was having, his hesitance on civil rights, and his mishandling of affairs with Cuba before the Cuban Missile Crisis, but that just made him more human in my eyes and he took full responsibility for the failures he had made.

But throughout it all, he persevered through some of the toughest times in US history. He boosted the Space program, tried to improve the economy and relationships with African Americans in the South, and singlehandedly prevented a nuclear war from happening in 13 days. Keep in mind that he was suffering hard from Chronic back pain, but he still managed to be a champion for world peace and gave us some of the most important speeches in history.

I'm not going to say that Kennedy is the best president, and had he lived longer, things would've been better. Certainly not, but at the very least, despite coming from a rich, white family, he was incredibly humble and generous for a man of his era. And that is certainly what I respect about him the most, is that he tried to do good for the rest of the world. To me, Kennedy will always be one of my favorite heroes in life, as no man inspired me as much as JFK.

Damm... that was deep, Hinata. I... never knew any of that. It's sorta... touching in a mildly weird kind of sense.

Yeah, I get that a lot. But enough talk, it's time for us to get some overdue rest as we definitely need it after that large amount of stress today.

I agree. You know, Hinata? Maybe you're not such a bad guy, after all. It's hard to find a decent dude these days, so it's a breath of fresh air. But don't expect me to trust you this early!

I know, but we'll get there eventually. Have a good night!

*With that said, Natsumi decides to go change into her pajamas in the dressing room and closes the door shut as Hajime begins to change as well*

(So... we've approached the last week we have before the 10 days of Twilight Syndrome. Honestly? I'm scared and worried about what's going to happen in these coming days, but as long as I have my friends and family by my side, I can at least calm myself down a bit.)

(I'm hoping Fuyuhiko is making good use of that information, especially since I'm doing him a large favor in babysitting his bratty little sister with a short fuse! I just hope that he's doing alright, and pray that he busts Franz sooner enough, but given the people he has, it's starting to appear unlikely...)

(But enough about that, I have more important things to focus on, and I've gotta get ready for tomorrow, as God knows that it's going to be incredibly busy the whole day.)

(Kazuichi Soda, huh? I never expected I would get the car repaired by a pink-haired, princess-simping mechanic, but I guess that's how life works. I'm looking forward to meeting and knowing about Kazuichi, because he seems like a... interesting individual for sure.)

*And with that, Hajime begins to get on the right side of his bed and begins to turn off the lights as Natsumi gets inside too, ending the weekend and marking the start of the second and final week before Twilight Syndrome...*

DAYS UNTIL TWILIGHT SYNDROME: 14

A Talentless Decision.

[Part 1]

....

*Natsumi looks up at the ceiling above, currently lying down on Hajime's bed, surrounded by all types of pictures from his youth, and a stuffed 4ft teddy bear on the left side of the pillow. She curiously looks at the teddy bear, and then proceeds to grab the teddy bear and inspect it closely *

I never thought Hinata would actually have something as weird and childish as a teddy bear. He seems like the last person to actually have something as weird as this shit!.

CREAK!

!?

*Suddenly, the door starts to slightly creak open. Natsumi, sensing immediate danger, starts to move back and puts her right hand into her pocket to retrieve something. However, once she starts to look at who's coming in, she starts to retrieve her hand out of her pocket and calms down, as a familiar face walks inside and shuts the door behind him...*

SLAM!

...

Tch! Took you long enough! What the hell took you so long?

What do you think I was doing? I was talking to my parents!. And can you please explain to me why you're lying down on my bed?

We-Well, it was comfy! Excuse me for actually trying to get some rest after you almost killed both of us!

How many times do I need to say it was an accident!? And it's not like your taxi driver was that good of a driver either!

Chaffuer, bitch! Get it right in your braindead head of yours or are you just bulit like that!

It's still the same thing! And at the very least, I'm not an utterly, annoying asshole that whines about the littlest of things!!

*takes out a pocket knife from her right pocket* SAY THAT AGAIN!! Say that comment again, motherfucker!! Say it again, and I'll shove this knife right down your fucking throat!! You want that, do you? DO YOU!?

!!

*Both of them stand completely still as if time has completely stopped. Natsumi is currently holding the knife a quarter inch away from Hajime's throat with a death glare towards him, nearly piercing his flesh!. Hajime is currently standing motionless, aside from the absolutely panicked expression on his face, unsure of what to do or say in this moment...*

... *puts the knife back in her pocket* Sorry, I just don't appreciate it when people say shit to me like that. It gets fucking annoying real quick.

Yo-You were holding the knife at MY THROAT!! What does that say about you then if you're so willing to casually threaten anyone who disagrees with you!? Are you insane!?

Look, I don't have time for this shit! It's late and I wanna go to bed, alright? And stop whining like a fucking baby! I wasn't actually going to kill you, ya know?

Well, that still doesn't excuse you for putting that knife at my throat!. What if that knife actually penetrated my lungs? What would've you done then, huh? What would your response be?

...

I understand that you might have felt threatened by my response, and I completely apologize for that! But that doesn't give you the excuse to vocally threaten people with a weapon when they openly disagree with you or your opinions! That's not how the world works! And you need to learn from this! A lot actually!

[loookawway]

In response to @pixelvibes post who of course has blocked me. 

The screenshot is fake of course. EA support can't do anything without Origin account names and as far as I'm aware, the two people you have such a vendetta against @mack3030​ and @simbelene​ have not posted them publicly. They're not going to chase people off platform because they said things you don't like. You are not besties with EA.

 Also, apparently the gurus are not actual EA employees so does that mean that other photoshopped screenshot saying that perma pay-walling is alright as long as you made that mesh from scratch is alright holds no weight now? Never did lol.

ALSO! There are a lot of discrepancies between your EA support chat and mine I had less than 10 mins ago~

I ran these through the FotoForensics site and they do a damn good job at letting me know of photo manipulation between a legit convo and fake one. You can also notice how my convo has an EA icon next to support's response while her's does not.

I must be bad at math cause this shit ain't adding up.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Rediscoveries

I think it’s because I’m doing things in a slightly different order than I have previously, and a slightly different companion roster (Jallira!Hawke is about the only one of the roster of Archetyhpe Characters whose overall approach to things means that there’s a little less issue with taking Aveline along, since she actively tries not to do crimes ...and fails, but ... you know, Hawke), but I’m noticing things I just hadn’t picked up before.

Like, noticing I’d triggered The Final Straw before doing Merrill and Varric’s Act 3 quests, I did the whole Sundermount thing (and Jallira probably needed a lot of hugs after that one, because she tried to explain instead of taking responsibility and ... well, whoopsie. Yes, this is relevant in a moment) and then popped by the Hanged Man to trigger Creepy Shit in Bartrand’s Old Mansion. Two things:

The “Alistair loves cheese” thing is not just one throwaway line in Origins. That Talkative Man who wanders around the Hanged Man walked past me as I was leaving Varric’s rooms going, “I hear the King of Ferelden loves cheese. He is one of us! One of the chosen people!” So ... apparently there’s a cheese cult somewhere in Kirkwall. Which I guess beats the blood cults, but ... you know.

On the way properly out, wandered past that guy who spends his time in the Hanged Man making Hawke the subject of a lot of Chuck Norris meme, and got, “I hear the Champion went to Sundermount and killed every elf there! I heard the ground opened up and swallowed them!” Which ... has me imagining Varric looking up at Hawke and going, “At least I’m not as bad as this guy”.

And then earlier, got a bit of insight into the whole Isabela / Aveline friendship during a bit of chatter while heading off to rescue Fenris from Grace et al. The bit where Aveline was complaining that Isabela didn’t turn up to her dinner party and Isabela was all, “I’m not the person you want around your kids”. Tried to play it off with, “Imagine the questions! ‘Mummy, what’s a slattern?’“ And Aveline just going, “And I’ll just point at you and say, ‘That’s a slattern’.”The voice acting in this is really a lot better than it has any right to be for how rushed this game was, y’know. The tone was, “Yes, I know your reputation, I know you’re not going to change, and I am going to keep calling you whore and you will keep calling me Lady Man-Hands and that’s just how we are“. It really drove home that their relationship really is as sibling-ish as a mage-Hawke and Carver’s ever was - antagonistic, at least partly meant, but you still end up loving them. Which I guess is underlined mid-game when you get friendship points with Aveline for letting Isabela take the Tome of Koslun, despite how she swears about it later.

I still maintain that DA2 would have been better as an Inquisition-style open world game that took hears to make but gave us ample opportunities to fuck around in a much larger Kirkwall and Points Surrounding, and that Inquisition would have been better with smaller, more linear maps - maybe not quite as small and repetitive as DA2′s maps, but more like Origins’ maps - and a tighter focus on the story. The more I play DA2, the more I think that. I mean, come on. Act 1 alone would have been better if there’d been all sorts of little quests to do to get the coin needed for the expedition, sprawling all over a proper huge Kirkwall.

Anyway, it’s nice that even after all this time, I can rediscover this rushed little gem. Even if I do sit and mourn what could have been if EA hadn’t been so panicky over losing people’s interest after Origins’ runaway success and rushed something out on the relative cheap. I think a game that’s nearly twelve years old and still has people writing this much fanfic and doing this much fanart etc about it as much as they are doesn’t really have to worry about that kind of thing.

(Also, just went to double-check my dates - 14-16 months of development time?!? That was all Bioware were given? EA must have been out of their fucking minds.)

[nightcoremoon]

call of duty: modern warfare 2

there is a remake coming soon but I’m not talking about that one. I’m talking about the original here.

to those who don’t know, cod:mw2 is a genuinely good video game. to most people they hear call of duty and think it’s just a shitty schlocky bad military propaganda corridor shooter with a dumb story, a toxic fanbase, and lootboxes. which, talking about nowadays, they are right. however this was back in 2009. back when ea activision ubisoft and bethesda actually gave a shit. back when the video game industry was still at its peak. batman arkham asylum, assassin’s creed 2, resident evil 5, uncharted 2, dragon age origins, borderlands, halo: odst, angry birds, bayonetta, silent hill: shattered memories, yakuza 3, final fantasy 13… it was a damn good year for video games. and modern warfare 2 was no exception. you can ask anyone who was born in the 90s and played games, and they will have fond memories of mw2 and black ops. I have fond memories of these games. I still enjoy them to this day. I play them every so often nowadays. they are legitimately fun, interesting, cinematic, and top quality.

foley, dunn, allen, ramirez, shepherd, makarov, soap, roach, ghost, price, and nikolai… these were all iconic characters. and the pit, no russian, cliffhanger, burger town, the gulag, the nuke, the betrayal, whiskey hotel, and the final showdown are all burned into my memory permanently. the first game had its moments but a lot of the level design was forgettable at best and terrible at worst, and the third game is even more batshit crazy at the expense of some cohesion, but that second game is almost perfect. every single level was unique, meticulous in its craft and design. the multiplayer was arguably the best in the series bar none. the spec ops was also a good addition. anyone else who played it is getting the biggest nostalgia boner because they know that I’m right.

it was simple. america picked the losing side in a russian civil war and got the shit nuked out of them. the general sent a man undercover with the confederates, but he was found out and exposed, so russia invaded america. britain helped out its buddies and sent men into russia to get the evidence that america didn’t actually do the terrorist attack. they get it and the general kills the only men who knew that he was responsible for the whole undercover fuckup because he wanted the power and the money to control the military and be known as a hero, all because he was big mad that he got nuked. it wasn’t needlessly complicated and stupid (looking at you, black ops 2/3 and advanced/infinite warfare etc).

anyway you would think that with how highly regarded this video game is, that all of the people who grew up with it and know the potential horror that can come of russia invading civilian neighborhoods, would have at least an OUNCE of compassion for ukraine dealing with the SSDD: same shit different day. because russia has wrongfully invaded ukraine and attempted to murder its innocent civilians for power and control. you’d think that more people would be sympathetic to ukraine’s plight and supportive of their fight to defend their very right to exist. you’d think that, wouldn’t you? it’s unfortunate. it’s unfortunate that I have to compare real life world events to a fucking video game because people don’t give a shit about the events themselves unless I compare it to their favorite toy.

[kob131]

So I was watching EmpLemon’s video on Nintendo where he showcases the failings of the company. Basically- being old and stingy in a destructive manner. And while I do agree with some of the points made....

I still felt compelled to leave at the twenty minute mark for a couple of reasons. However before I begin I will admit as a Nintendo fan the video did make me uncomfortable...butI still feel that the flaws I’m going to mention exist beyond my discomfort.

First one is a bit in the ‘fan games’ situation where Emp mentions that fan games are in fact beneficial to the industry which makes Nintendo’s actions counterproductive. Which makes sense...until two pieces of info connect. One is that Nintendo likely does this due to poor imitations helping create the original video game crash, which makes sense as a lot of Nintendo’s polices seem to be done as a response to said crash. The other though was that Valve was being presented as a good thing as it sold fan mods of their games on their platform.

At first, this doesn’t sound bad at all. What’s the problem?

...Four words. Words you likely know.

Hunt Down The Freeman

Valve sold this fan game, one of the most broken games the video game scene has ever witnessed in a similar manner to what caused the video game crash. It kind of shows that accepting fan games is a bit of a gamble and can have disasterous consequences at least to Nintendo’s perspective. I would just say ignore fan games altogether.

The second is the talk about why Nintendo isn’t bitched about like EA or Blizzard. He blames the fans which I would understand...if not for another piece of info he brings up that makes for a more logical explanation. That being that Nintendo regularly releases good games and doesn’t seem to abuse their employees. Because to the video game community, those two things are regarded just as highly if not MORE SO than good relations with the fans. While people will bitch about a company abusing their fanbase, a better way to piss them off is to release constantly shitty games or abuse your employees. And the big names that get bitched about are the ones who do ALL THREE examples on a consistent basis instead of just one regularly. 

The third is that he says the fanbase of Nintendo will just swallow whatever abuse comes their way and blindly defend the company. ... That makes no sense to me because I was aware of these controversies despite not being an active Nintendo fan. Why? Because Nintendo fans keep MENTIONING them. They don’t just shut up because Sephrioth was introduced into Smash, I still hear about how shitty Nintendo is to fan games and to emulators. They just don’t constantly kick the company because- well, so many other companies do worse shit so they prioritize them. This isn’t an excuse or reason for Nintendo’s sins but a simple observation that isn’t warped to fit my worldview.

Combine this with the fact that he’s apparently shocked that a fanbase that at best shows little empathy towards modders isn’t talked about with fandoms that have suicide baiting as a greeting and I had to click off before he said something really dumb and I immediately defected to defending Nintendo.

 My issue isn’t that he was criticizing Nintendo. Most of what he said was right after all. ... But that doesn’t mean Emp wasn’t trying to confirm his worldview is some way either and I needed to walk away before my tolerance reached it’s limit.

[monsterlovinghours]

Okay. You asked for robofizz prompts and I think I have something. Character (reader or OC, totally up to you) works at Loo Loo Land as a maintenance worker for the rides and games. Their day is busy as hell because, let’s be honest, shit breaks down a lot there. But, out of the blue, management makes them robofizz’s new mechanic because he killed the last one. This is the first time they’re meeting the deranged clown and things get pretty, you know, when character tries to fix his sparking wires. 👀👀👀👀👀

oh fuck here we go y’all sluts better buckle up

Ducking behind a row of rigged carnival games, you let your work bag fall to the ground as you took a breather, wiping sweat and what looked like engine oil (but could be anything from burnt sugar to cremation ash) off your forehead. Taking a job as a ride mechanic had seemed like a good idea at the time; get into the park for free, discounts on funnel cake, access to all the shows. All you had to do was tighten a few bolts and make sure nobody got electrocuted too severely. 

But here, like the rest of Hell, imps like you were disposable grunt workers and nobody gave two and a half shits if you were overworked or exhausted. Everything was broken or breaking. You were shocked (metaphorically and literally) your first day when you saw that behind the novelty prizes and shiny veneers, the park was just a rat’s nest of rusted metal, sharp edges, and exposed wiring. Mechanics were routinely crushed or mangled or fried, and within a day another had taken their place. So far, you’d managed to avoid the various death traps and make it a solid month, which made you one of the more senior employees. 

Today was especially busy; there was some important fuck and his daughter at the park today, and orders were to keep the place running as smoothly as possible, though “smooth” was a relative term. It had seen you running like a maniac from one end of the park to the other, your uniform shirt coming untucked from your grease-stained pants as you jogged from one disaster to the next. Predictably, as soon as you had a second to take a breath, your phone went off, the splintering chitter of its message alert drilling into your ears. 

Another mechanic was down, this one working to repair one of the main acts. You groaned, big machines you were fine with, but intricate wiring and robotics? Not your strong suit. And this was the top-billed show, the most loved (or most feared) performer the park had to offer. Fizzarolli himself. You hadn’t seen the show yet, and his ominous circus tent was one of the only places you hadn’t yet been called to to fix something, but since you were currently the most senior mechanic on staff at the moment, and seeing how RoboFizz had just crushed his last mechanic, the job fell unfortuitously to you. 

Fantastic.

You sighed and slung your tool bag over your shoulder, walking briskly through the crowds to hastily erected circus tent, which had been cleared of people for the time being. You took a deep breath before ducking inside, blinking a bit as your eyes adjusted from the bright light of midday to the dim green glow that filled the tent. Some benches were knocked over, a few still had blood spatter on them, but you'd straighten that up later. At the moment, your focus was on the shadowed figure bent in unnatural angles slumped on the stage. His eyes and grinning mouth were lit with the same dull green, and they narrowed to slits when they saw you. 

"Its about ti-time you got here, toots!" He laughed, the sound skipping like a damaged record. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you knelt behind Fizz to access his mainframe; at least the rides didn't talk. 

"Yeah yeah, its busy work keeping this shithole operating, sue me." A few twists with a screwdriver, and the panel popped free, exposing the tangled wires and hydraulics, and you groaned inwardly. This kind of detailed work was way beyond your level of experience. 

"Ya waiting for a formal invitation ba-ba-back there, tinker? Get moving, I've got an audience waiting!"

"Hell's sake, keep your bells on. I'm not exactly a robotics expert." Clamping a small flashlight in your teeth, you started to poke around inside the hydraulics, looking for any leaks or broken connections. Not seeing anything right away, you probed deeper, focused on finding the problem in the less than adequate lighting. Had you been more experienced in dealing with robots, you would have perhaps remembered to inspect the outer body for any exposed wiring. As it happens, you did not, and your inexperience led you to brush against an exposed set of wires that threw sparks and burned a dark, circular mark on the back of your hand. The pain made you jerk back on instinct, yelping and cursing. It took you a moment to notice that the posture of the clown had changed, straightening from his slumped position with his head cocked sharply to the side. With the soft ratchet of moving machinery, Fizz turned his head 180 degrees to look at you, and you noticed more quickly now that his stare had changed as well. Before, it felt derisive, a touch irritated behind the ever present smile he'd been programmed with. But now there was more intent inside the green, more interest...almost as if he were leering at you.

"Ohhh," he rasped, "so its gonna be that kind of show?"

You were confused, until you noticed a dot of red within the green, a new light in the mainframe, with tiny lettering indicating what new function your little spasm had switched on. 

18+ Mode On

Your eyes widened as the reality of your little mistake finally began to sink in. It was a well known fact that Fizz had an “adult” mode, mainly for private shows where wads of cash exchanged hands behind closed doors. Sometimes, the crowds at night were bigger than the crowds during the day. Sure, on a lonely night or two, you’d wondered just what a sex-capable robot clown could do and if shelling out a small fortune would be worth it. Now, it seemed, you were about to get an accidental freebie.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetcheeks.” Fizz got to his feet with a whir and a shower of yellowish sparks, his body jerking so that the back panel slammed shut, hiding his exposed mechanics and thwarting any attempt you might have made to switch his mode. From somewhere within the tent, jaunty calliope music began to play, the pitch slow and wavering at first, like playing a record on the wrong speed. “So what’s your ple-pleasure, sweet stuff? Your ol’ pal Fizzarolli can do it all-upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, you name it.”

“I...uh…” Your entire body felt numb, frozen, unable to do much more than stare as he advanced toward you, looming over you with that malevolent, leering grin still on his fanged mouth. “I’m not...I mean, I don’t…”

Fizz paused, his head once more cocking sharply to the side as he regarded you, then he let out a laugh, the bells on his hat jingling as his head did a complete roll on his shoulders. “Aww, looks like someone’s sh-shy! Don’t worry, tinker,” he growled in a smug, condescending tone, reaching down to pat you on the head. “I’ll take the reins on this one. You just sit back and enjo-jo-joy the show!”

With a sinister chuckle, he lunged for you, wrapping his entire body around you like an electronic boa constrictor, that laugh still buzzing in your ear as he coiled tight, then unwound himself, flinging your body towards the ceiling of the tent. There was barely any time for you to pull breath into your lungs to scream, and then suddenly, you weren’t falling anymore. Something else was wrapped around you, something cold and biting as steel. Around each wrist, each ankle, your waist, and your neck, whiplike appendages were wound, thin and covered in shifting metal plates. You were being held in midair, suspended like a puppet; if the advertisements you’d seen plastered around the park were any clue, you would guess that you were getting a taste of the “real tentacle action” Fizz boasted. Indeed, from within the loose panel on his back was where the appendages seemed to originate. 

As he stalked closer, you gulped, the sickly green glow of his eyes bathing your face and throwing your shadow in harsh relief against the canvas wall. Fizz wasted no time, and with only a deranged giggle as a warning, he shoved his hand beneath the untucked hem of your shirt to slide into your pants, cold hand cupped firmly between your legs. Barely a sound had left you, everything happening so fast you could barely process, let alone react, but a moan left you now, the silk of his glove and the ruffle around his wrist feeling so strange and yet so good as they brushed against your most sensitive parts. Fizz chuckled, or at least, he attempted to, the sound glitching into a series of strange beeps in response to your apparent openness to his touch.

"Boy, hardly touched at all and you're already moaning? You must need it ba-bad, impling." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, and you shied away from those sharp teeth, so close to your face. Without warning, that hand between your legs began to vibrate, and you yelped, wriggling in your bonds.

"Ohhh...oh fuck…!"

"Like I said," he crooned. "That's the idea-ea-ea." The vibrations cranked up a notch, and you could no longer keep still, your breath coming faster, tail thrashing behind you out of sheer pleasure. Truthfully, it had been a long time; when you were fighting to keep a roof over your head and passing out from near exhaustion the second you returned home at night, there wasn't much time to try and get laid. It was lonely and it sucked, but that's life. Now, touched for the first time in what could have been centuries for all you knew, your toes curled inside your work boots, tears forming in your eyes as your hips bucked against his hand. It was so good, so fucking good, and with every increase in speed, your moans and cries got louder, more desperate, until-

"Ah-ah-ah, tinker, no you don't!" Suddenly that hand was gone, all stimulation withdrawn, and you whimpered. The tentacles around your extremities tightened in response. "You thought I was just gonna let you co-come so soon? Poor, dumb little imp-slut, it ain't gonna be that easy."

You swore, your teeth bared in an impotent snarl, but the clown only laughed, more carnival-striped tentacles unfurling and wrapping around you, the metal cold against your overheated skin. Now fully immobile, you were lifted higher, splayed out, shaking and wanting. The new appendages began to nudge and press around your body, seemingly exploring your form while the clown stepped between your spread legs, hands groping at your trembling thighs. His smirk was near evil, merciless, piercing as a laser as he watched his tentacles divest you of every stitch of clothing, torn and tossed aside without care. The tips of his jester hat brushed along your legs as he leaned closer to your core, mouth opening to graze the tips of his sharp teeth along your inner thighs, chuckling when you writhed, uncertain if you were trying to pull away or get closer. “Please,” you whimpered, not quite knowing what you were begging for, your body reduced to firing synapses and electric pulses of pure need.

Again, that mocking giggle issued from somewhere behind his sharp teeth. “Begging now, slut? You really want it tha-a-at bad, huh?” His open mouth neared your center, and you noticed now that there was heat coming from him, like the brush of warm breath, and saw a faint reddish glow shining from somewhere within his maw. “Want Ol’ Fizz to make you come again and a-again like the greedy little tramp you are?”

“Yes,” you choked out, so far past caring how desperate you sounded. “Yes, please, please, please!”

A soft whir was your only warning before something long, warm, and slippery was sliding between your legs; your body spasmed, jerking against the restraining appendages, your head lifting to see his striped tongue pressing against you, coated in shiny lubricant. He licked experimentally at you, seeing how much pressure you liked and where you were most sensitive, continuing his brutal teasing as the needle-sharp tips of his fingers raked down your thighs, nearly drawing blood. Then that mouth opened impossibly wide, eyes narrowed to knowing slits as that tongue probed at your entrance, nudging against it before shoving inside with no warning. Gasps and choked half-words fell from your lips at the delicious stretch of being suddenly, violently filled, his tongue twisting and pushing, the stripes not just for decoration but denoting a raised, almost ribbed texture. 

When it began to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t help but scream.

He cooed filth up at you, still able to talk despite his mouth being wrapped around you, voice distorted from the vibrations. Yellowish sparks would issue from his limbs as he fought to keep you still, burning against your skin like vicious little kisses. You weren’t coaxed to the edge so much as dragged toward it, your orgasm slamming into you with near physical force. The clench and thrashing of your body didn’t slow him; if anything, the vibrations intensified, more tentacles issuing from him to stroke and tease other erogenous zones, your entire body his to play with, helpless against his ruthless pursuit of your ruin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he ripped your pleasure from your body with no care to be gentle, teeth and hands leaving marks in their wake. You were his slut, his eager imp-whore, his pretty little toy; at least, you didn’t deny it when he growled these claims up at you. As long as he didn’t stop, you would be anything he wanted.

But while he couldn’t grow tired or drained, you certainly could, and through a veil of tears you begged him to stop, half afraid that he wouldn’t. Fizz paused, then slowly unwound himself from around your violently shaking form, tentacles disappearing back inside the panel they had come from. He regarded you curiously, still grinning as you collapsed in a boneless, shaking heap, unable to do much except pant for breath. Finally, you looked up at him with hazy eyes, your sweaty hair falling limply in your face.

“Didn’t you have a show to do?”

Fizz threw back his head and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling merrily, a stark contrast to the cold, malicious sound of his glee. “Not the sharpest t-t-tool in the shed, huh, tinker? Look around; you a-are the show.”

To your horror, you could see dozens of yellow eyes pinned to your naked form, imps of all shapes and sizes, eyeing you hungrily. The light of day outside the tent was gone, and the depraved crowds that only came around at night had filtered in while you were...preoccupied. Ruby skin turned a mortified burgundy as you scrambled to cover yourself with any scraps of your clothing you could find, but Fizz wrapped his arms around you and hauled you to your feet, his arm secure around your waist as he bowed to his audience-your audience. They began to applaud, some whistling, others throwing out lewd comments. Fizz pulled you into his side, the hand on your waist slipping just a little lower.

“Seems like we make a pretty good duo, dollface,” he rasped, showing off his pointed teeth in a lascivious grin that at your already weak knees nearly buckling. “Whaddya say we gi-gi-give them an encore?”

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I really enjoyed reading ch-24. It was a mix between tense and amusing. The whole scene with pearl was tense. I wasn't surprised to hear lily cared about her but I was kinda dissapointed that pearl only Viewed her as an object good for business. But again not all people are caring like lily. Lily giving it back to voldy about half bloods was one of my favourite scenes. Lily appearing mysterious to voldy was pure gold. 💛

The future flashed before James' eyes—a future in which Snape heard those words repeated from Voldemort's mouth, and got the brilliant idea to summon her back each night after Lily had gone to bed, just to ruin it on the off chance that she'd gone to that bed with James.

That would break the peace between him and Snape. Absolutely. Without a doubt. He could deal with a lot, but losing Lily mid-shag—or even just settled beside her in bed, after it was all over or in between bouts—would push him over the edge.

James is 😂❤ I really hope it doesn't happen because he really is going to hunt snape down it he ever calls lily at night when james is sleeping with her or they are doing things about which if ever snape found he would lose his shit.

Also I'm really hoping we have a continuation of the bathroom scene in the next chapter. 😁

I really hope you had a nice week scribbles. Also I'm hoping you'll write more oneshots when you have some time to spare. Also thank you so much for uploading this chapter even when you're so busy. Honestly, if you wanted to upload the whole ch next week I wouldn't have minded because it was totally your decision and I would have respected that and also because I'm willing to wait an eternity for new chapters from you but I'm really glad you did upload today because I was definitely missing EA. lots of love❤

I love your responses to every chapter, you wonderful, dedicated human, you! ❤ You're one of those readers that makes me feel very spoiled with each chapter, and I love watching your perspective move along with the fic. It's seriously so rewarding as a reader.

Okay, buuuuut, is it bad that I really want to make Snape call Lily away at night for some ~potions emergency~ just to watch James lose his shit? I love the idea of him doing his best to control himself and be professional and not blow the mission, only to muck it all up because he's that into her. And then the fallout of Snape reacting like, "Wait, you were doing what?" is so delicious.

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For the fic ask meme: 9, 10 and 12 (The Warmth Found by the Campfire.)

Hey! Thank you! :D

9- Are there any fics you'd love to see but don't want to write yourself? What are they?

Always. I feel that writing in a language that is not my own limits a lot what I want to say all the time. So, fix-it fics, multichapter, with several canon characters, all interacting one another in complex situations, while following an original meta plot (but still inserted in the canon of the world) written in a decent nice English? Hell yeah. I want those fics xD but I know I'm unable to write them.

10 - Who has been your favourite character to write about in The Warmth Found by the Campfire? What do they bring to the fic?

Gale. Always. I tend to write fics more because the non-original characters than the original ones, ironically. If inside the canon there is a char I think it can work with another canon char, I would prefer to write a fic with those canon chars instead of an OC. Writing ocs is exhausting, so much work, gods. And people in general don't like them anyway. Gale is a char that allows you explore maturity and forgiveness in ways that are different to a “redeem” arc in my opinion. Gale is a char about accepting his mistakes, owning them, acknowledging them, and fighting to not make it worse, but never truly believing that he deserves forgiveness in the end, even though he wishes for it. It's a complicated (and more real) interaction with the abstract concept of forgiveness.

It's also a char about forgiving himself for his own mistakes, for his own naivety. And he is also a typical “scientist” char: you always have to accept to deal with risks that new knowledge may bring. Every act of discovery means risks. And this sometimes can go very wrong.

But Gale has something unique for me: unlike the typical “wizard” you find in most dnd settings, Gale is not a “heartless and cold char, all logic and facts”. He is about facts and accuracy, sure, but he also has open arms to embrace emotions, and due to them he has mistaken severely, but he still accepts them because they are part of human nature. And if there is something that Gale loves a lot it is life and the mundane things that make humans such weird creatures. Gale is to me the first time I see a videogame wizard character who is not a condescending asshole, who had turned his heart into steel because “logic”, and has more a teacher attitude than a “I'm superior to you” attitude. He is proud of all what he knows because he worked hard for it, but he won't make you feel like a shit for not doing that (unless you are mistreating him, in that case, he will destroy your soul xD). I think he brings to the fic the concept that even the most logical and methodical people can mistake. That emotions can go hand-to-hand with logic, living in the dichotomies they arise. And that mistakes are not always because “you are evil”. Sometimes are caused by ignorance or any other reason without ill-intent. Sometimes mistakes are also done even if he tries not to make them, but his own bad habits and conditioned responses betray him.

12 - Why did you choose to write The Warmth Found by the Campfire ? How long have you been working on it?

The reason was basically Gale. I love his char for all the reason stated previously. I never saw a kind char with so much logic attached to him without making them an asshole. I know Dragon Age has mages that may follow this description, but Mages in Dragon Age are not wizards. They are what in dnd is a sorcerer. They don't need to bleed their eyes studying to obtain magic, they just burn their houses down in their childhood, lol. They are born with it. On the other hand, wizards are really a product of their own effort, hours of their lives just sitting and reading books combined with hours of practice. It's all about effort, self-discipline, and mental endurance. This is why they tend to be written as characters with arrogance that sometimes is very destructive to those around them. It's a trope that was getting old to me. With Gale, I got something new I liked. There is also the tempting challenge of writing not just one, but two (including Chardry)! chars smarter than me! And make them interact to see who smarts who.... gods... That's hard, but I always feel stimulated by challenges. I only hope I can deliver something decent. Sometimes I feel it’s very far from my ability. 

And... ironically, I wrote this fic super fast. I started a month after the EA game was released. In less than a month I had all 14 chapters in a very rough draft version. I used 3 months more or so to polish it... and then it's all about betareaders XD During all this time I just polish over and over the chapter I'm going to give to my beta so they can work less... hopefully XD. Which is never the case, because ughh, English. But yeah. And this is the first fic I'm writing in this style: doing the whole first part in EA, spreading a decent amount of blind foreshadowing in it, and hoping that once the game is released, I can continue the second part and be able to use all those small foreshadowing previously written. XD Let's see how that experiment goes.