#they're all being queued for now

[front-facing-pokemon]

[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[unladielike]

first night together.

( not a picrew edit this time around, but something i modified from neka.cc featuring vivian and @spiritpyro's hayate! to be honest, though, i couldn't really recreate his stupid, skrunkly hair, so i had to mess around a bit... but surprisingly enough, vivian's chain choker was already an option, so i didn't need to do much for her, besides adjust the glasses and obscure her ear a bit more. EITHER WAY, it still ended up being a huge pain in the butt due to just hayate alone; therefore, i'm glad to finally be done with this! )

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Valicer In The Dark -- First(ish) Meeting

I have been really into Blades In The Dark and thus my Valicer In The Dark AU lately, so I figured this week, I'd share a little bit of fanfic from the verse with you all! Namely, how Alice and Smiler first met Victor -- because, if you recall from previous posts, Alice and Smiler were actually already somewhat acquainted from Alice's previous trips to Silkshore (the pleasure district, and thus the Advocates' main stomping grounds and where Smiler peddles their Joy Serum) to visit Nan. The context is that Alice recently finished her trip through this world's version of A:MR, and has thus realized that Bumby is the one responsible for the deaths of her family AND that he's selling the children under his car to despicable sorts. HOWEVER, in this world, she can't just confront him at a handy underground station and shove him under a train -- not only are subways not a thing in Duskwall, killing Bumby the wrong way in this world might leave a ghost, and the last thing Alice wants to deal with is Bumby ghost! So instead she chose to head to Nan at The Manged Mermaid to discuss with her what to do. She's making her way through Silkshore, wrapped up in dark thoughts about Bumby, when suddenly...

--

“Hi Alice!”

Alice damn near started right out of her skin, hand automatically heading for her knife – then her brain caught up with her reflexes and provided her with a name to go with the voice. “Oh,” she said, shaking her head as she turned toward the source. “Hello, Smiler.”

“Gave you a bit of a fright, huh? Sorry about that.” Smiler grinned at her over the top of their little carry case/makeshift display for their Joy Serum samples. “You looked awfully deep in thought just then,” they continued, snapping the lid shut and reaching down to fold up the legs. “Everything all right?”

“I. . .” Alice ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the cobbles nearby. “Not really.”

Smiler’s expression in her peripheral vision softened, becoming concerned. “What’s wrong?”

Uh-oh – how safe is it to tell an Advocate that you’re feeling blue? On the other hand, they haven’t tried to stick me with a syringe yet. . .in fact, Smiler’s always been quite respectful of my boundaries. More so than Dr. Bumby, that bastard. . .should I tell them what I’ve learned? I mean, I don’t know them that well. . .but they’ve always been a friendly face around here for me. Quite literally. Always ready with a smile for anyone who needs it. . .and they did just give me a handful of slugs one day when I mentioned I wasn’t sure how I was going to pay for my lunch. Never said a word about if or when I should pay it back. Bloody hell, that probably makes them the closest person I could call a friend in this world, after Nanny. Oh, but would they even believe me if I told them? Bumby’s got such a good reputation, and I’m. . .lucky not to be Hollow.

“You’ll never find out if you keep dithering,” Cheshire told her, batting her foot with his paw. “Thought before action, yes, but you must eventually move to action. I would say the devotee of Mar-Mal can be trusted this far – if only because they have a duty to their less-than-forgotten god to stamp unhappiness out. And Bumby has caused a lot of unhappiness.”

Fair. “It’s – Dr. Bumby,” she began, turning to face Smiler properly. “I’ve – I’ve got reason to believe he’s done something terrible. Is actively doing something terrible, in fact. You see–”

THUMP!

At least this time when she started, Smiler was right there with her. They both whirled around to see a pale man with dark hair and an equally-dark suit lying on the cobbles just behind them, surrounded by mist and fog. He lifted his head slowly, revealing a thin, pointed face with large brown eyes so dark they were almost black. He stared back at them, expression tight with desperation. “Oh,” he breathed, stumbling to his feet like he was unaccustomed to having them. One white hand reached out, almost glowing in the light of the streetlamp. “I. . .are – a-are you alive?”

Oh SHIT – Alice’s hand plunged into her pocket, digging around desperately for the spiritbane charm that lived in there. The pale figure swayed closer as she did, forcing her back a few terrified steps. Not what I need, not what I need –

“Alice!” Suddenly Smiler’s hand was plucking at her sleeve, pulling her out of her own head. “No, it’s okay, look! He’s breathing!”

Alice did look. Sure enough, as she watched, the pale man’s breath fogged in the air, same as theirs. And now that her senses weren’t overtaken with terror, it dawned on her that he looked far too solid to be a ghost. “So he is,” she said, relaxing slightly. “But – where did he come from?”

“Though that – oh. . .” The man frowned at a nearby wall, hand still half-raised to point. “I – um – t-there was a door there. . .”

Smiler ventured closer for a look. “Huh. . .I think I can see an outline,” they reported, squinting. “But if there is a door there, it’s been bricked up for ages.” They glanced back at the man, one eyebrow raised. “So I haven’t the slightest how you got through it.”

“I’m n-not sure either. . .m-maybe it only matters that t-there was a door there once,” the man said, shaking his head. “T-the world looks so m-much different on the – the other side. . .”

“Other side?” Alice repeated. “Of what?”

“Of the f-field. . .please, y-you’ve got to help me,” he pleaded, hands clasped before him. “I – I w-woke someone up I s-shouldn’t have and I’ve been t-trapped on the wrong side of r-reality and I don’t–”

“Victor, darling. . .”

Alice hadn’t thought anyone with skin that white could blanch, but this fellow managed to pull it off. It was honestly impressive. “No,” he whispered, lurching toward Smiler as the closer option. “No, no, p-please, don’t let her f-find me, it’s not her f-fault but don’t let her find me–”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Smiler assured him, wrapping an arm around him. “It’s going to be all right. You’re safe now. We’ll get you out of here, don’t worry. Alice, you were heading toward the Mangled Mermaid anyway, right?”

“I was,” Alice confirmed. “And I don’t think Nanny will mind be bringing along someone who obviously needs a blanket and something fortifying put down his throat.” She waved the two along. “Follow me – we’ll get you there safely, Mister. . . ?”

“Victor,” the man said, shooting them both a grateful look. “Victor Van Dort.”

[paper-mario-wiki]

I used to play TF2 a lot in the late 2000s/early 2010s, and I miss it terribly, but the times I've poked back in there haven't really been like... any findable servers I want to play on. Let alone nocrit servers! What's the server situation like these days, I heard there were terrible bot problems, have all the good ones gone private? Are private servers even still a thing? How do people find good servers to play on nowadays, basically.

As of right now, the biggest no-crit no-RNG-bullet-spread server that people play on are the Uncletopia servers, but I don't play on them cuz they're always full and TF2uber fans are kind of annoying. Plus there's class-limits, which I find ultra smelly and extra boring.

I play almost exclusively on casual matchmaking.

I am able to shrug aside random crits and a relatively unmoderated playerbase (as composed to the moderated Uncletopia) in exchange for being able to get into random games with new people almost instantly whenever I want.

Bots are around, but the entire playerbase has basically figured out efficient bot-kicking as if it were any other regular part of the gameplay experience, so unless there's a situation where there's more bots than people OR in the rare edge case when an entire team is full of cunts who wont kick, they're not a gigantic issue. At least, not in any capacity that'd stop me from queuing casual. There's typically a noticeable uptick in bot activity around the time events roll out tho, like the Christmas and Halloween events.

I don't know anything about private servers. The last thing I'd want to do is lock myself into a room with a bunch of people who are always there. The fun part of TF2 is fighting new people, who have different costumes and personalities and loadouts and fighting styles!

That's why I queue casual.

[ljf613]

From @ladydanger420: "I've always thought of it as like. This internalized thing where the only way to be Noticed and Important is to kill dragons, so Hiccup tries, and like. Dying in combat against a dragon will sure get him Noticed, but the moment of realization when he has the chance to kill Toothless and realizing that this isn't actually what he wants. He wants people to notice him, but *not like this.* He wants to be seen for who HE is, not what the tribe thinks Vikings should be."

You are absolutely right.

I think what people miss is that internalized bit. Hiccup was the one putting the most pressure and blame on himself. He was the one who thought there was a problem with the fact that he wasn't like everyone else.

Nobody else was trying to push him into being a dragon slayer, or suggesting that the fact that he wasn't one was a problem (aside from the kids his own age, which isn't that unusual for teenagers, and they probably would have grown out of it).

While we are given the impression that people tended to find him somewhat annoying, a big part of that is probably related to the amount of trouble he got himself into with his crazy schemes and failed attempts at dragon killing-- he was trying too hard to be something he wasn't, and it was putting everyone else at risk.

If he'd been content to stay a blacksmith and never killed a single dragon, he probably could have lived a simple life as a valued and respected member of the community. (When you fight dragons, you have a vested interest in making sure that the guy who keeps your swords sharp is happy-- more on this when I get around to writing that meta on Stoick.)

Would he have been the most popular guy around? I doubt it. Would he have become chief? Probably not. (Although I wouldn't write it off completely-- see episode eight of Riders of Berk.) Would he have ever found people who really understood him? Maybe, maybe not.

He mostly likely would have been considered something of an eccentric, "oh, that's just Hiccup being Hiccup." (Not so different from how Gobber is depicted, which is interesting to think about.) Berk isn't intolerant of oddballs-- they have plenty of them.

The truth is, there was no one on Berk who hated the person Hiccup was more than Hiccup.

Based on what I've seen in a lot of How to Train Your Dragon fics, it seems as though a significant percentage of this fandom has managed to conveniently forget that up until he met Toothless, Hiccup desperately wanted to be a dragon slayer.

[wordsinhaled]

the thing about crowley’s confession is… he must have thought about it in the bit of time he had before doing it. i mean... he went and sat outside marguerite’s with his wine, and thought. he thought very hard about how there was a threat—a sleeper—a ticking time bomb in aziraphale’s bookshop that could explode at any moment, take away all their hard-won peace, their safety, their comfort.

but most importantly, a threat to aziraphale. gabriel had tried once to destroy aziraphale already, and only hadn’t because they'd swapped bodies. and crowley's clearly terrified that this time, what they're doing feels reckless, feels like playing with something far too important at stake. it's like... already knowing someone is so important to you—and then having the possibility that it could really be something dangled in front of you—and then knowing there's an existential threat to that potential? awful. horrifying. no wonder he can't find the words.

we know crowley is a romantic. we know how much joy it brings him to see other people fall in love. and... honestly... i'm not sure it’s that nina needed to spell the nature of his feelings out for him, exactly. crowley's known where he stands towards aziraphale for a long time if we're to judge him by his acts (which are always acts of service, care, and attention, which always speak louder than his words). so i don't think it was that, as much as just—the experience of being perceived by someone else, sort of jostling something for him.

because crowley's watched the romance films, hasn't he, he knows the exact tropes he's working with, but the idea that they could apply to him—to him and aziraphale? i don't think he considered that until it was offered to him as an option. and once it was, there was crowley's mind far exceeding the speed limit trying to wrap itself around all of this.

and so he must have looked at it, and all signs, all signs, were pointing to aziraphale being receptive.

crowley probably thought about all the times aziraphale had touched him in the last day alone. all the little glances and looks aziraphale had been giving him, which crowley surely hadn’t missed because he’s always staring right back. he probably thought about how aziraphale thinks the bentley is their car and the bookshop is their shop, about how aziraphale told him that he thought they’d carved a peaceful existence out for themselves. and after the ball, he probably thought about how aziraphale asked him to dance, at this event that was meant to get other people to fall in love, but aziraphale had wanted to dance with him.

so crowley most likely looked at all of this and thought he’s finally ready. he’s finally caught up. when i ask this time, he’s going to say yes. and he watched aziraphale so warily, too, after the realization, because there's a way that it feels, to be holding on to a truth so direly important and so terribly exciting and so very requited, as far as crowley can tell. it's like, am i holding myself differently now? can he tell? has he always been able to tell? am i about to muck it up? i'm about to muck it up. i muck everything up, but not this. not this. he's the center of my universe so it's worth it. and it's alright, even if i muck it up, because he's going to say yes. dear god: i'd only ask if it was important.

and so he queued up their song in the bentley and he talked to muriel like they’re a them, like they’re going to be a couple, a couple who needs us time. he gave himself the luxury of imagining it, of planning it all out in his mind—how everyone was going to finally leave off pulling them toward some greater purpose and just let the two of them be together, and aziraphale was going to at last let crowley be to him what he’s always wanted to be—what he’s been being already, evidently, to the point where strangers on the street ask how long they’ve been together.

and then in the end, to be rejected like that. to be rejected even while the love is pouring off aziraphale in anguished waves—and if he loves me too, then why won't he say yes? to be rejected and to know this isn't how it's supposed to go, even though it's the way it's always gone. crowley always asks and aziraphale always says no. somehow, this time was supposed to be different. he'd dared to hope properly. and how had he misjudged it so terribly this time? how much of it had been wishful thinking? and he had to have felt aziraphale's hands grasping at his shoulders, had to have felt the start of a kiss returned, and thought that maybe there was a spark of hope yet.

but there wasn't.

because nothing lasts forever. apparently.

[tokischaaaaa]

si las más puta' son las más fina'

!hamzah x !reader

summary : in miami, the reader is @ a club, hamzah is there and just got kicked out for fighting a guy. he obviously isn't in the best mind, while sober, however, the reader goes outside to check on him since moments ago they exchanged glances from a distance multiple times.

warning! : smoking mention, cursing, smut

word count! : 1.2k

"y/n, come here, let's take a shot!" your friend said, obviously hammered already. you waved her off, looking around for the curly-haired boy you had been exchanging glances with, but he had disappeared. for some reason, when you were dancing and met his eyes, you felt less overwhelmed by the blasting music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"i'll meet back with y'all, i just wanna check something," you whispered to one of your slightly more sober friends. she nodded, and you started to walk toward the exit before being stopped by the dj queuing your current favorite song, "fina" by bad bunny.

you groaned and continued outside. "this mysterious cute boy better be worth it to skip a bad bunny song," you muttered to yourself.

as you finally got outside, you saw the boy from before sighing while looking up at the sky. "here goes my attempt at rizz," you thought, cringing to yourself.

"pretty ugly tonight," you sneered. the boy looked at you and gave a small grin. "yeah, sure is, a shitty one too," he groaned, his voice numb and emotionless.

"okay," you said, rolling your eyes. "that dude beat your ass and your aura. damn, couldn't be me," you added with sass. you couldn't believe you had even left the safety of your friends for a boy who kept making eye contact with you. scoffing, you started heading back to the club's entrance, but were halted once you heard behind you,

"least i'm not dressed like a slut," the stranger said.

too irritated to respond or say something witty back, you felt embarrassed that out of all the people in the club, he had caught your attention. you waved your hand at him, signifying that he could go fuck himself.

as you were about to enter the club, you felt a strong tug on your wrist. assuming it was a homeless man, you jerked your hand away, still looking at the entrance, trying to get in as quickly as possible.

"no, please, though, i'm sorry, i should've controlled my tongue."

"that is not a homeless man," you sighed to yourself, turning around to face the stranger from before.

"what do you want now, bruh?" you groaned, now just wanting to get away from this jerk.

"just to hear me out," he sighed, his head hanging low.

"okay, you have a minute, that's it," you said, looking up at the dark blue sky.

the stranger started explaining what had happened, causing him to slip up and call you a slut. "so, as i was saying, the dude i got into the fight with was this frat white dude who kept saying he'd slip it into you before me. i wasn't saying that or even suggesting that. i'm assuming he got that from seeing you and i exchange glances."

after the stranger finished his sentence, you felt tears welling up. maybe it was the tequila shot you took an hour ago, or the curse of insomnia rubbing off on you and your fatigue starting to settle in.

"oh my god. this makes so much sense, thank you. i'm sorry you got kicked out of the club," you said, quickly wiping any tears that attempted to escape your eyes.

"it's no problem. it started getting boring in there; all the music was becoming the same," he scoffed.

"boring? do you hear what they're playing now?" you cried, surprised he couldn't hear "fina" playing. you grabbed his wrist and ran with him inside the club. once inside, you felt a pair of familiar hands around your waist. you began to slowly grind on him, seeing if you could get him to calm down. he let out a moan that only you and he could hear. you slowly looked up, seeing the stranger making sure the security guards couldn't see him.

"me gustan las suciería', baby, how 'bout you? tengo el bicho afeita'o y cabezón como caillou besito' en el cuello, besito' en el toto"

as the music got louder, you took his chin and brought it down to face you. you brought your noses together, then your lips, and your hands all over each other's bodies, exchanged names, called each other dirty names, then shared a taxi, and finally ended up in a hotel bedroom.

"yo soy tu bambino, tú eres mi villana vamo' a hacerlo hoy porque nadie sabe lo que va a pasar mañana ey, por la forma en que me chinga, a veces pienso que me ama, ey"

he now had your tit in his mouth, his dick inside of you, and you were kissing all over his head, praising him and urging him to get rougher. you started to feel a knot tie inside of you.

"hamzah, please, i'm gonna finish soon," you moaned as a bead of sweat fell onto your tit.

he nodded, stopped sucking your tit, and repositioned himself to support his next move. he raised his torso and began to grind his hips in a circular motion. your moans became clearer and louder with each circle hamzah made.

you released all over his cock, your orgasm accompanied by his release of cum inside you.

you collapsed on his stomach. "no sé qué tú me hiciste, mami, que me tiene' loco," hamzah said, quoting the song. a large grin appeared on your face. "you do like the song!" you exclaimed with the remaining energy in you. he nodded with a grin. moments later, both of you were passed out on the hotel bed.

two weeks later

"mandy, but it can't be that. i don't think i was unsafe," you said.

"y/n, listen, you and the girls were at a club a few weeks ago. did anything happen there?" your friend mandy asked. a blush appeared on your face. you tried to hide it, but it was too late; mandy was giggling her ass off. "yeah, that's what i thought," mandy said, bursting out laughing. "listen, let's go to my place. i have some tests there," she said, putting her arm around your shoulder.

"oh, what would i do without my dear nurse mandy," you scoffed.

once you arrived at mandy's apartment, you said hi to her boyfriend, martin, who was busy doing something on the computer. you followed mandy to their bathroom, took the test, and handed it to mandy. you were too nervous to see the result. "mandy, read it to me," you said sternly.

"okay," she said, taking a deep breath. mandy looked down and saw two lines on the test.

"guess who can file for child support from bad bunny!" mandy said, laughing her ass off once again. you went up to where mandy was to examine the test to see if she was right.

two lines.

"shit," you groaned. mandy cleared her throat and stopped laughing. she embraced you in a hug. "we'll figure it out, y/n, trust me. but now, let's get you some water," mandy said, leading you to the kitchen.

as mandy got out some cups for the both of you, you looked at mandy and martin's couch and saw a person there. you went up to mandy and asked who the stranger on the couch was.

"oh, that's hamzah, martin's friend."

you nodded before realizing the familiarity of that name.

"mandy, why is my name in your mouth?" hamzah groaned, facing you.

"shit," came out of both your mouths simultaneously.

~ fin(a)

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tokischaaa speaks: heheheheeheehheehheheehehh, hows yalls summer? <3

also lmk if you want me to make another part cuz idk what to do wit this one lol

[front-facing-pokemon]

[gallapiech]

👻🎃💀Weekly Tag Wednesday💀🎃👻

The hosts of WTW generously allowed me to write this week's questions! Don't get used to it though! I think one of them realized my gun isn't actually loaded... Anyways! Quick! Lets get this show on the road!!! Name: Pie 😈 I want to know who I'm looking at. 😉🔪 Your... uhm.. ScAaAary age: It's so scary I forgot.

🎥🔪🩸 Do you like scary movies? Yes ;)

If so, what's your favorite scary movie? I'm terrible at picking favs! Probably one of the saw movies? LOL. They're not amazing but I like the concept :)

If you were trapped in a slasher film, would you survive? if not; how & when would you die? I'd die at the end when they finally defeat the killer.

Now that we got the scary questions out of the way. Let's get a little more light hearted! 💕

What is your greatest fear? Being perceived 🫣

What is your favorite supernatural creature? It's a bit basic but I always liked vampires hehe.

Ever had a paranormal encounter? Nothing worthy of sharing. ;) Assuming you believe in ghosts...

In a high stress situation; do you fight or are you more of a flight person? Lets find out! (just kidding. flight.)

What is your favorite part about Halloween? The release of new horror movies 😁

Thank you for entertaining me 🥰You may live for another day.

Bonus question What is your credit card number? don't got one yet. pls include maiden name and expiration date etc

Tags are 6 feet under! 🪦

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@spookygingerr @sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @callivich @suzy-queued

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@romidoes @spoonfulstar & everyone else! So sorry if I forgot you! Soooo many names I'm starting to get confused 😵‍💫

[uhohbestie]

Hey y’all, I’ve been really wanting to do some fanart for TAMN (because it’s absolutely fantastic) and was wondering if y’all had any ref sheets for how you depict y’all’s versions of the characters? Thank ya!

We do! I really should make an official post or something so they're more accessible, but we never actually thought anyone would draw for TAMN so these are incredibly sketchy as they were only ever meant them for me and Key to look at OOPS.

One day I'll redraw them properly, and I'd like to add the entire Life Series survivor compound too! But in the meantime:

Here they are! With a few notes from me:

Grian's outfit has organically evolved along with the fanart produced by the community, because their interpretations inspired me, etc. etc. He originally was wearing a bulletproof vest, which most often gets drawn as a sweater-vest or a more tactical/fishing vest, which I think I like more. He also wears a hiking compass around his neck:

Because that's what I learned to navigate with, and therefore it's all I know! Scar's outfit remains basically 1:1 his The Crafting Dead series outfit, just with the addition of it specifically being a Top Gun-style aviator jacket with all the patches on top.

The general vibe of the AU is one of warm browns and desert-y tans, so KSQ are very de-saturated compared to their canon designs in order to fit in with the world. Pops was the very first TAMN drawing I ever did (technically he's the main character of the au!), and he's considerably more geared up in the fic, but under all his layers and winter gear he's definitely still got a Marineland sweater on.

I started a big reference sheet for the Compound, but then Key and I got swamped with finishing the fic and editing. Maybe now that it's all queued up I can get back to it, though! >:D - 🔒

[unladielike]

she is being a needy pest.

( yet another picrew edit i made of vivian and @spiritpyro’s hayate... because jason has yet to tell me i’m annoying for constantly posting about them. )

[victorluvsalice]

Tis Fall Tuesday in the Chill Valicer Save as of this update, and as usual, it's a busy one! So let's dive right into it, shall we --

-->Okay, first of all, it occurred to me that you guys probably didn't get a great look at some of the pictures the gang took on their vacation when I took the initial screenshots of the various photo collages I had made -- so here's a close-up of the four in Smiler's party barn, which I think show off some of the best poses I put the trio in. :p What, I like showing off their photographs!

-->All right, all right, we'll get into the actual game now -- I started the morning after Spookfest, with Alice having just finished her brief rampage and Victor having gotten up early because, well, their bed is amazing. I had Victor take a moment to remove Shadow's Spookfest costume, then left the dog bopping around to the tunes on the phonograph while Victor went to go challenge Smiler to a game of chest while Alice finished up her latest surreal painting in the background. Smiler ended up winning, but Victor ended up getting to Logic skill 4 during the game, so I'd say they both won. :)

-->Guidry also put in an appearance -- after checking in on Shadow (settling down for a nap on the couch), he wandered into the studio room to start bothering Alice as she tried to finish her painting. She indulged him a little at first...but then I had her change back into her human form right after finishing up her painting, and of course Guidry (despite being a GHOST PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR) got terrified and decided this was the worst thing ever. *sigh* I really think werewolves turning back to HUMANS shouldn't be scary to onlookers, or at least not as scary as the other way around. On the plus side, Alice getting a negative sentiment claiming that she was a People Person reminded me that, "oh yeah, the game gave her that lifestyle again," and allowed me to grab the Lifestyle-Go-Poof potion and get rid of it. Really gotta track down that mod that makes it so it takes a lot more to become a People Person...

-->Anyway -- Alice was a bit tired, so after hitting the bathroom and taking a short detour to take Kelly's taco costume off, she hit the sack while Victor and Smiler did some more upgrades to the washer and dryer (Smiler giving the washer a tungsten drum so it would break less often, Victor giving the dryer a speed cycle so it would dry clothes faster). Smiler finished first and headed out into the greenhouse to unleash Bugs and Elmer upon it and grab all their herbalism stuff. And doesn't the greenhouse look good? For once everything was in bloom and nothing was being affected by that stupid "plants revert to dirt piles occasionally" bug! We love to see it.

-->We also love to see Victor's magic being helpful around the farm -- when I sent him out to help tend and harvest the rest of the crop once his upgrade was done, I noticed that the cow shed was stinking a bit. Normally this would prompt me to send a Sim in there to clean it, but this time I decided to check if Victor could just Scruberoo it -- and he could! So I had him do that. :D Magic -- it makes farm chores easier! Though it didn't get Victor out of weeding his oversized crops (Floralorial doesn't work on those -- and even if it DID, that's a per-plant thing, so it's a bit of a pain on a greenhouse as big as this one) or Smiler out of feeding the chickens, but that's okay. Some stuff is better done "by hand," as it were. :p

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the younger brothers after mc rejects them

-> mc loves somebody else and reject the brothers' confession

part 2 of me trying to restore the thing I accidentally queued and deleted

content warnings: angst, avoiding/ignoring somebody behavior

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Satan

he apologises for putting you in this awkward position before going somewhere private to vent his anger

he's not angry with you though, just angry for a reason he can't tell

satan will act like he's over the rejection 4 seconds after it happened but in reality it will take him forever, he was attached to you

he's still nice to you but you can tell he's more distant now

Asmodeus

are you serious? people are lining up for a chance to date him and you reject him?

that's what he thinks at first, asmo barely faces rejection, and when he does he goes through something similar to the 5 stages of grief plus he gets insecure

and considering he was attached to you, it hits him extra hard, he might lock himself into his room like levi on a friday night

he at least wants to be your friend but looking at you hurts too much now

Beelzebub

he's deeply hurt but he would still literally die for you

if you ever get into a relationship with the one you love, beel will make them swear to take good care of you

he'll be like that one friend who likes the protagonist in a movie but it's not mutual and they're still friends movie trope if you know what I mean

he's your friend but he wants to cuddle you romantically so badly

Belphegor

he doesn't handle it all too well at first honestly, he's visibly clearly very disappointed

belphie might not even talk to you and avoid you for a while, he knows he's being terrible but he can't help thinking it would hurt less if you hated him

eventually he does deal with it way better, and he'll be your friend (again) if you want

after how he handled the rejection, belphie thinks there's 0 chance you might love him back one day

[wayfayrr]

hi moss! I'm a newer follower, and first time requester.. I can't help but want to participate in your 300 followers event! (also congrats by the way!)

anyways, I was hoping to order a soft Bailey's (or latte?) with sticky toffee pudding for takeaway, please? thank you!! <3

Its been a while since I've put out one of these huh? I'm still working on them I promise, they're just going to be a little shorter than the ones at the start (between 200/300 words now) and I'll be queuing them out instead mostly because I'd like to have these done so I can open normal requests now - there are going to be a few more legend ones though <3 also for my own sanity they won't have the same banners anymore because the winter theme is honestly not that fitting anymore

“You know I really - hic - really hated you at first. W-when I -heh- when I was learning I was aware.”

“Hmh? Where is this coming from link? And how are you so drunk, I swear you’ve had the same amount as me.”

Maybe I shouldn’t take this for granted, it’s the first time he’s opened up like this as well as my best shot at learning more about what it all was like for him in there. If he’s willing to ramble and a bit of drinking is all it takes to loosen up those words? Well I can just pour him another drink or two, no harm right?

“Relivin-ng everything over and over out - out of order, all of m’ quests. Thought you were tryina drive m’ insane.”

“But then I - I started hearing y’u. You - you were so gen’tle I -”

The second he started swaying it felt almost natural to tug him into my side and let him rest his head on my shoulder like he was an old friend. Not that he isn’t I suppose, from what he’s saying and how many games I’ve played we might as well be. Being so wrapped up in how I felt about all of this going on, I didn’t even consider the impacts on him that he’s been dealing with, after everything that happened with koholint. It’s not surprising he’s struggling when he’s had to go through someone he deeply cared about being entirely fictional. 

“I-I’ felt like I was real hic I- I could hear som’one real.”

“It were like- like I- I had  - It was I.”

Anything coherent is completely gone now, with him bawling into my side. It’s hard to tell if he’s struggling to talk from the tears or how drunk he is now. Not like it would really make a difference. 

[3gremlins]

feel like im having a DA2 experience again where I really liked it and was in my little "this is good" cocoon where i played it many times only to emerge from underground and find everyone else hated it (i mean ive found the other da2 cicadas since but at the time it got really slammed). i've been really enjoying DA:TV so far ( lol tho obvs have notes) here's an early thoughts review, may be a bit spoilery, def rambley, trying to stay vague on stuff still (i think i'm about half way maybe? im trying to not look things up and doing it blind on my first run through. it's hard to tell b/c i went hard on all the side quests and am now way over level for the msq)

the combat system is a little jarring at first and i still miss at least being able to switch to and play as party members if your character dies (instead of the god of war style of full wipe), but i've gotten used to it (it's more annoying for boss fights, regular combat it's very zippy and fun). the targeting at least on controller is kind of annoying sometimes- i'll think i'm pointing at one enemy only to have rook turn and fire at nothing or companions to hit an add instead of a boss. I wish we at least had more control over how it queued who it was hitting. some of the arenas are obnoxious design wise - there's bosses that teleport to you and they give you like a tiny little box to dodge around, not the most fun. i do like that you can punch way above of your weight class sometimes which reminds me of DAO a little bit (like how you'd just wander into a fight or hit a gong and be like oh no, those enemies have skulls over their heads, oh well YOLO). sometimes it doesn't work out but when it does it's very satisfying. It's nice to be able to conquer something mechanically even underleveled (smol fromsoft vibes) Having always been a big fan of the strange composition parties (i.e not just war/rogue/mage), i like that this is now even more viable (and not just me being cheeky "we're having a leather party!" of all squishy rogues). but like the main thing about bioware games is the companions/interpersonal shit and i'm enjoying the heck out of that .i only do main quests to get more side quests from companions (or more side quests in general so we can troll around for more banter). i like petting griffons (and cats and dogs) and playing games with manfred*. I wish the gift system was more interesting like DAO or DA2- i was so excited to see it again and then it was a little disappointing to have them barely react when you get them stuff.

my current fave party are rook and the poison boys (emmerich and lucanis) since they're a rogue too and we just stack necrosis, bleeds and other elemental effects on things till they disintegrate. i like the lighthouse, it feels much cozier than skyhold. I love that you can just wander up to companions having convos and awkwardly eavesdrop. I do miss the little interactions/quests you could get with cole esp*** i think the animations are a little lack lustery? Idk there's something with the face model morphs that sometimes feels weird but the voice acting is strong enough that I don't notice too much. i do miss some of the more bioware-y cheeky things like item descriptions or weird notes near random silly environmental tableaus (there's a little but i just want to read all the notes! there's some in the grey warden areas where i was just like WAIT I HAVE QUESTIONS but there was no plaque about them T.T). where are the stacks of cheese (i do appreciate the fereldens love cheese jokes tho and harding getting so excited when someone says something nice about ferelden) i was esp bummed that there were no random things to read in the black emporium and it's all codex entries instead (that's my favorite tiny bit in DA2 where there's junk you can click on and xenon says weird shit to you). i also wish more had been done with accents of npcs- like i wish all the antivans had similar accents or your crow rook had an antivan accent, stuff like that (having a lot of "ferelden" generic british accents everywhere is disappointing. takes you out of the immersion a lot) My biggest gripe is probably the pacing - I wish it had more horror/mystery pacing like dao and da2 had- the reason we're all scarred by the brood mother is b/c the build up to that was so so creepy (also the necromancer bit w/hawke's mum in DA2). They gave us time to be unnerved or afraid and I do feel the evanuris reveals have been a little rushed so you can't really feel that worried about them (some of the side quests get close to this but still not quite there**). I wish they'd let them breathe a bit more instead of rushing from one giant world changing event to the next. Some of the reveals have been not so great- like lore that the fandom has poured over for 15ish years explained in one line?? i wish there'd been more build up of rook as a character too, maybe even a time skip from a prologue to finding solas kind of thing. the first trailer made it seem like that's what was going to happen but then it in media res'd us in a strange way. the first 10 hours of the game are probably the weakest imho, it took it a bit to get rolling and feel more natural. I appreciate that the first major decision doesn't really let you scum save for it (bit of a jump scare for me lol).

I also don't really need this much varric anymore, i kinda wish we had a different narrator if we have to have one. He feels really awkward to just have there and not doing anything(and not just kill off or have something happen to him? he got stabbed by the dagger and harding only touched it is what i'm saying). at least let him get better pjs and slippers or something Idk it does feel like bits of previous iterations they were working on are still there and they don't completely serve the plot well. And ofc there's the decisions not meaningfully carrying over thing- which is a huge bummer. But in reality they've never been good at that- the characters from previous games we see in new games don't really carry through their plots/arcs that much (it's more like cameos or they're a new person now) and the world states are usually effectively the same just with aesthetic faction swaps. I was sort of hoping we'd get some solavellan SOMETHING but it doesn't look like we will get much at all past the stuff in minrathous. i feel like if they were going to only include the one choice it really should have had more impact on the story. (i am also still a clown and want to talk to solas constantly still even tho he has no reason to talk to my rook at all, i do not care, i love a sad woof. i wish we could just casually visit him in the fade. i wish we could switch to lavellan and visit him in the fade, idk something. need more gareth david-lloyd pls) the interpersonal character decisions have been the only ones that mattered much and then only within the constrains of their own games- the bigger world changing stuff is usually the illusion of choice. It would have been nice if they let us have one protagonist carry through but i can also see why they liked changing it up and felt stuck in that format. tl;dr: i'm really like it for what it is but it's def got flaws. Parts of it feel super polished while other bits do not- i think knowing how game dev works that they had to make decisions on what was going to get prioritized and some of it works while others not so much. I wish the pacing was better for sure but i love the characters/companions which is generally what bioware is best at. sad it won't get meaningful dlc, i don't really care about mass effect 5 tbqh. So far I like it better than inquisition for the most part- it feels like a bigger/more polished DA2 in a lot of ways if that makes any sense (with similar budget/pacing issues, but the environments are more fun). as i mentioned in my other post, i really appreciated the trans/non binary inclusion into the story/cc tho. like that can't be discounted, even if the rest of the game has issues. (all the holes in the narrative make me want to do fan art and fan fiction tho so idk, maybe that's an okay thing. maybe dragon age is best at inspiring us to sandbox around in it)

*side note, i am surprised at how much i like emmerich like holy shit what a lovely soft nerd of a man! going to have to play through a few times and romance him and also bellara for sure (romancing lucanis this time round) i find myself shipping my companions with each other more than i normally do too. I just want them to be happy! I wish they'd let us have polyamory, like i could see little polycules in this squad so easily. i need to give bellara hugs and lucanis head pats. taash deserves head pats too, but my rook will need a ladder.

**i am going to cry if they do with the griffons what i think they're doing with the griffons. like straight up, feeling like it was a cursed wish to have them now T.T *** do we think the caretaker is cole? the character design makes me wonder (like the hat/silhouette is very cole like but maybe not. maybe i just want it to be cole lol) there's def characters i want to see show up that aren't going to and then bioware is like "what about this fan favorite??" and i'm like "eh".