#this probably looks so ugly on pc

[keyknows]

i just played a few hours of the silent hill 2 remake on my brother's ps5

and i'll be honest with you folks. the models look kinda weird, in the proportions, and also kinda of ugly

and i don't think it matters one bit

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

[daitranscripts]

Skyhold Conversation: Krem

Tell Me About Yourself

Skyhold Masterpost

Available after Iron Bull's "Meet the Chargers" scene

PC: I wanted to talk about you, if that’s all right.

Krem: You know I’m from Tevinter. Wasn’t a slave, but even citizens have it rough if they’re not mages. I was a soldier, but women join the ranks under a different program. When they found out I was passing, it got ugly. I ran, met Bull near the border, and ended up here. Not a life I’d wish on everyone, but it’ll do.

1 - Dialogue options:

General: What is Tevinter life like? [2]

General: How did you end up leaving? [3]

General: Why do you pass? [4]

General: Goodbye. [5]

2 - General: What is Tevinter life like? PC: What’s Tevinter like for a citizen? Someone who isn’t a slave or a mage? Krem: I’m of the soporati, citizens who aren’t mages. Mages are in charge and everyone knows it, but a wealthy merchant can have an easy life. At the low end, people just try to stay out of slavery. My father was a tailor. I joined the army after the Imperial slaves drove him under.

Dialogue options:

Special: How did they do that? [6]

[Back to 1]

6 - Special: How did they do that? PC: How did slaves drive your family out of business? Krem: My father made shirts, aprons, that kind of thing. Nothing fancy. One of the magisters had a pet project, to prevent the poor from dying of cold in the winter. Nice, right? He had Imperial slaves making simple peasant clothes and selling them for almost nothing. That magister’s nice idea put out slave-made clothes at prices my father couldn’t match.

Dialogue options:

General: He had good intentions. [7]

General: Slave labor. Lovely. [8]

General: Who would buy those? [9]

7 - General: He had good intentions. PC: It sounds like the magister was doing it our of kindness. Krem: That’s the worst part of Tevinter: people don’t even realize they’re taking away your living. That magister wasn’t a terrible person. He probably saved slaves from dying. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 8 - General: Slave labor. Lovely. PC: It’s difficult to compete with someone who doesn’t get paid. Krem: That’s Tevinter. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 9 - General: Who would buy those? PC: Who would buy goods made by slaves, knowing they’d be hurting a citizen’s business? Krem: People with enough money for a new shirt or a loaf of bread, but not both. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 10 - Scene continues. ㅤㅤ ㅤ Krem: My father sold himself into slavery. He’s one of the servus publicus, the Imperium-owned slaves, now. [back to 1]

3 - General: How did you end up leaving? PC: You said you left Tevinter when they discovered your secret? Krem: Women are allowed to serve, but only in certain ranks and disciplines. I was up for promotion, but the healer I’d bribed to sign off on my physical had to tend a sick magister. When the replacement healer saw what was, or wasn’t, in my pants, he made threats. It was slavery or death, so I knocked him out and ran.

11 - Dialogue options:

Special: How did you get away? [12]

Special: Passing is illegal? [13]

[Back to 1]

12 - Special: How did you get away? PC: I’m surprised you escaped from the Tevinter Imperium so easily. Krem: It’s not like I lived in Minrathous. I was in Trevis, not far from the Nevarran border. It helped that I was being chased as a deserter, not a runaway slave. Slave-hunters only get paid for what they catch. They’re efficient bastards. [back to 11] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 13 - Special: Passing is illegal? PC: It’s against the law to pass as a man? Krem: It’s a crime to lie on an Imperial application for service. Would’ve been a heavy fine or slavery. For ten silvers, the healer said he’d tell the tribune I was sick in the head. Some pity for the mad little girl. That was when I hit him. I’d served for a few years. I was good at hitting. [back to 11]

4 - General: Why do you pass? PC: Why did you decide to live as a man? Krem: I didn’t decide anything. I’ve been like this my whole life. My parents wanted me to marry up. They tried to find me a nice merchant’s son. Every day, I’d put on a dress, look into my father’s shaving mirror, and just… hate myself.

14 - Dialogue options:

Special: Would you change with magic? [15]

Special: What did your family think? [16]

[Back to 1]

15 - Special: Would you change with magic? PC: If you had the chance to use magic, would you change all the way? Krem: What? No. I don’t want any magic like that within ten yards of my body. When I was younger… I don’t know. Everyone has silly dreams. In Tevinter, dreams like that get you killed. Bull helped me make a good life. Nice armor and a well-placed sock, and I’m happy. [back to 14] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 16 - Special: What did your family think? PC: How did your family react when you started? Krem: My mother wanted to throw me out. She said if I didn’t marry well, I was dooming the family to slavery. She was happy to take the money I sent as a soldier, though. Not that it mattered in the end. My father… when I was little, he’d angle his mirror down so I could pretend to shave, just like him. He never said anything, but I think he knew. [back to 14]

5 - General: Goodbye. PC: We’ll talk later.

[hard-for-harding]

another bunch of clowns trying to bring DA: TV down lmao. 1. dragon age was always "woke" b1tch3s, time to wake up. if you havent noticed this while playing DA:O, you're more stupid than you probably look. 2. crying that the graphics look outdated / ugly / cartoonish etc - on one hand game was in development for a very long time, on the other hand at least it will be optimized for a lot of PCs, and y'all console ppl won't have to worry you're struggling to maintain 60fps... this isnt a COD game or else that it needs photorealistic raindrops and graphics that will be a struggle to run even on high-end PCs and sweating consoles. then you'd be crying that it needs 400gb free space on your SSD and its lagging and barely have 20fps. the game looks pretty as it is, and im sure it will be also well optimized. 3. DA: O combat was better - great, go play that game! GLHF! 4. the game has pronouns - why do everyone pisses their pants when an RPG game lets you choose your pronouns? this is literally 1-click in the game, and no one is forcing you to use something you don't want to? 5. LGBTQ+ in the game - as disclosed before, there were always LGBTQ+ in the game. no one forces you to have mlm or wlw playthroughs in the game! and just bc you dont want this, let other ppl enjoy the game as they want.

6. "Where are the white men?" - up your @$$. srsly, there will be plenty of white men in the game... y'all need a video game that has only male player characters, male npcs, so even if you go to get a quest from the queen the queen will be a white man, and you can earn to marry her daughter whos also a white man.

7. Morrigan - honestly she looks better than ever imho, no one cares that incels dont find her hot enough. go play any korean made game like the first descendant and you'll see plenty of @$$ and T1ts. Closing: you need to accept that there are billions of games out there, and hundreds of millions of ppl are playing them - not all games are going to be up your alley for whatever reason, and you need to accept that. i dont give a damn about WoT, WoW, COD, etc other games you play and im not talking shit about it either on the forums. if youre doing that, you need to crawl out of mama's basement, take a needed shower to wash off your sweaty opinions, and get a life, touch some grass.

[danieyells]

Hey, I’m not entirely sure if this is the blog to ask this but do you think that our MC is ugly/bland or is simply because she doesn’t have the same characteristics that the others have? (Different eye color, different type of hair or y’know violent outbursts)

I'm not sure what you mean by 'the blog to ask'? Were you looking for a specific blog? Based on that you're saying "the others" maybe someone who actively plays other otome/joseimuke/visal novel/romance/whatever games? '0'a this may not be the right blog if you're looking for a specific one yeah haha

I mean, the Tokyo Debunker PC is your typical, mostly faceless "young japanese woman" player character? Kinda like the generic "harem protagonist boy", but for a 'girl's game'. She's supposed to be a base upon which your 'average girl' is meant to project onto. She's not supposed to have stand-out features. She's an ordinary person off the street brought into an unusual situation. She's a means through which to watch and observe the story, not meant to be as much of an active participant or her own character? So yeah of course she doesn't have a strong personality. Also, again, she's an ordinary person in a situation that she has little to no control or power or influence in. Why wouldn't she be passive? Passiveness isn't a bad character trait either, especially not for this genre.

I'm not someone who really. . .sees ugliness in visual appearances so much? Especially fictional characters drawn to be generic and fairly featureless? There's not really anything to be. . .judged there? Aside from her mouth and hair and in very very rare occasions her eyes(which are like red, actually!) she's never really depicted as. Having features.

I don't think she's ugly or bland or anything, no. She's a generic otome/joseimuke protagonist. She's extremely average and that is what she is meant to be. Just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. That doesn't make her bland, it makes her more versatile as intended. Idk. I don't think the pc needs special features or an aggressive personality or a set backstory/origin or anything to be a character who plays her role well? She's a view into the world she's been thrust into. Even if she were her own character as opposed to the player's projection space, they'd give her some more concrete traits but they could still leave her mostly as is and at most she'd be poorly fleshed out. Idk man.

I feel like this was probably the wrong blog anon LMAO

[tehb3stsk4t3revr]

Got inspired by a post I saw this morning so here's literally 2 entire pages of headcanons comparing Infected and Kasper. Fair warning: It dips into talk of symptoms I imagine he'd have and the whole Poptart situation.

[A lot of which assume he'd have like. Actual biological needs instead of being Video Game-y, which seems to be sort of a grey area in-game anyway...]

Kasper was already kind of stupid so honestly not much is different on that front. Average 2010s gamer dudebro sort of deal. Although Infected has a bit more 'what kind of animal is the pink panther?' in him than Kasper.

Infected has next to no impulse control, leading to him doing things he shouldn't and speaking without thinking pretty much constantly.

Infected has balance issues that Kasper didn’t due to inner ear inflammation from the infection. He can’t really do anything on a skateboard anymore besides just stand there or go in a straight line. He can and will find a way to trip on flat ground.

He's convinced he still rules at it, though.

The inflammation has also made his hearing kind of shit. (The only person he can hear with perfect clarity is Folly, as she probably speaks directly into people’s minds or something lol.)

Infected loves soda and drinks basically only that. Boy who was born with kidney stones <3

The neurotoxin in his favorite soda was a deeply unreasonable amount of aspartame (and other chemicals. For fun! <3). Not being able to drink it anymore has somewhat improved his balance issues and memory, but he still misses how it tasted (it probably tasted like what you'd get if you boiled down an entire 2 liter of diet coke until it's barely a liquid then filled an 8 ounce soda can with that. Dude’s tastebuds and liver are Fucked).

Kasper had a fairly similar way of talking to Infected, minus the 1337. ("Sweet parteh trickz dud!11")

Infected is in constant pain. Headaches, body aches, sore throat, can't breathe well, burning skin, heavy eyes, nausea that won't go away, sniffles, random nerve pain, probably other shit. He barely notices it anymore unless someone asks how he's feeling. He doesn't have much energy to spare. He would come across as significantly more hyper/manic than how Kasper used to be if not for this.

He doesn't put any of the energy he has left towards cleaning. Kasper could deal with a little mess, but still picked stuff up when it got ugly. Lampert was also willing to help when he visited. Now Infected is too tired and unfocused to pick anything up most of the time, and Lampert refuses to set foot in the apartment complex until Kasper is better. Infected has started throwing garbage off the balcony when it gets in the way too much. It's kinda fun!

Infected occasionally dissociates. Finds later that he's already talked to someone about something and just repeated himself, bought something already and now he has two, spent hours on his computer without remembering a single thing he looked at, or already met someone he thought he hadn't seen before.

It has actually been explained to Infected before that Kasper is his name. This just started an argument and the topic was dropped forever from that point forward.

Infected is deeply stressed out by seeing his own face for reasons he can't communicate, so he avoids looking at it as much as possible. He used to have a mirror in his apartment but he threw it off the balcony in a fit of rage one night, then covered the blank space where it used to be with a poster. Same thing with ripping Kasper’s face off of the picture on his desk. Any photos of him that are on his PC have either been sent to the recycle bin or cropped so that his face isn’t in them. He's completely fine looking at drawings of himself though. That's definitely him.

When left to his own devices, Infected's diet is… Inconsistent. He will forget to eat for long periods of time then binge when the hunger pangs finally get so annoying that he can't ignore them anymore. He's at least sort of hydrated because there's usually a six pack of soda on his desk or by the couch, but unless someone on the elevator is feeling generous he doesn't remember on his own very often.

Kasper was very comfortable being physically affectionate with people and would be happy to cuddle or lay on a friend's lap if they were cool with that. Infected is even more touchy and would be clingy if he had chances to be, but due to his extremely obvious contagious disease nobody lets him get close. He is incredibly touch-starved and would probably get emotional if someone hugged him or even just sympathetically rubbed his back now.

 Kasper was alright at resisting the urge, but Infected has picked at every scab he's ever gotten, and he ends up with a Lot. He will pick at them until the damage is worse than the initial injury unless someone stops him/tells him to put a bandage over it.

Kasper would bite his nails to keep them short and pick his nose sometimes but Infected's nails are completely trashed. Some of them have scabbed over or still-bleeding cuticles and hangnails because he chews and picks at those too.

All of the contact with his spit has caused his fingernail textures to semi-permanently unload. You'd think they were painted if you didn't know why they looked like that.

Nosebleeds from his nasal cavity getting torn up from all the fussing are not unheard of and yet he's gonna keep doing it.

Constantly drooling when he's not talking. Some of it is post-nasal drip. Sometimes he remembers to wipe it off on his arm, but most of the time it just ends up on the floor/running down his face and soaking into the neckline of his shirt. Or sprayed all over the walls/someone's face when he sneezes.

Kasper used to keep a bottle of hand sanitizer in his pocket to help Lampert feel more comfortable. He stopped doing that forever ago after he got sick. (You know how rabies does a bunch of shit to animals to make them better disease vectors, including to their brains? Yeah, something like that).

On some level he knows he's sick. Would be more stressed out about it but the infection has repressed his ability to care (and the part of him that’s still aware of it is probably also heavily in denial). This has affected other aspects of his emotional range, causing it to come across as unusually flat, especially to those who knew Kasper.

Infected is scared that if he’s taken to a doctor’s office they’ll hurt him, so on top of genuinely not being able to recognize that he's sick he will deny all accusations regardless out of this fear. He’s technically not wrong, since trying to purge the disease to save Kasper would be extremely painful for him, but this thought mostly comes from his illness trying to preserve itself.

The last time someone tried to lead Infected to DrRETRO’s office for an intensive care stay he panicked upon realizing what was going on and fought back until they let him leave (fucked them up pretty badly), so now everyone keeps their distance and kinda uselessly tries to convince him to go voluntarily with their words.

Infected is incapable of maintaining strong negative emotions if pushed into being that upset. He'll be mad or sad for maybe a minute and then something else will get his attention or he’ll get too tired to think and he'll forget whatever was bugging him.

Every so often he will lose hope about finding Poptart and then abruptly ‘reset’ a minute or two into sobbing his eyes out, completely confident that any day now the little guy will come back safe and sound.

Despite this it is still really easy to get him Gamer Raging. Way easier than it ever was with Kasper, who was a pretty good sport in most cases.

Infected's particular brand of Gamer Rage is ‘Heckling people until they shut up/go away’, or until it's out of his system. This is the most typical way he processes anger. The impulse control is Seriously out the window when he gets like this.

Kasper knew a lot of stuff about the games he liked offhandedly (mostly competitive co-op FPS games like counterstrike, tf2, l4d2, etc) and could tell you so much esoteric bullshit about them, but if you tried to ask Infected he would get too excited trying to think of something he could share that would be really cool and then not actually be able to remember anything.

The only context in which Infected's reaction time isn't ass is video games. Something about muscle memory. In any other situations he is usually pretty slow to react. This does not mean he's slow to do things, though. When he's acting on a dumbass impulse thought he's probably halfway done doing it before anyone can stop him.

It is possible to get Infected to acknowledge that his situation is Fucked for a moment or two if you press him on the most obvious evidence that he's sick (his headaches, the fact his allergies haven't cleared up in years, the snot on his face, etc), and if you pressed hard enough you'd start to see him get scared. He knows you're right, but there's nothing he can do about it. And then the recognition would be gone again as soon as you stopped talking.

This doesn't work when you bring up his name (Who's Kasper? Never met the guy.) or objects in his surroundings, only symptoms of illness directly observable on/in his body.

[yumiis]

totally skip this request if you’re not comfortable writing it

yumi + tanner with a reader that struggles with self harm?

yes, i can write this. however, ive written something similar for yumi before. i'll link it here.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 here for you ; tanner

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genre; hurt/comfort

type; drabble

tws // mention of self harm, implied suicidal thoughts, crying. please stay safe, all of you. i love you guys, and my messages are always open for any of you.

read below.

Tanner already knew you'd had issues in the past with self harm; you two have already had that conversation in the past. He figured you'd gotten past those issues, but he didn't know you were keeping more to yourself than he thought.

It was late, Tanner was awake playing on his pc. Probably playing Lethal Company with the guys, as you heard noises coming from their rooms as well. You were sitting silently in you guys' shared bed, just thinking. Thinking about what life would be like if you weren't the way you were; thinking about what Tanner could accomplish if you weren't holding him back so much. It'd be so much better for everyone if you just.. Weren't here.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your TikTok feed, not really caring about what you were watching. Your brain was far too loud for you to focus. Tanner's said you could always come to him for help, no matter what he was doing. You sighed, maybe talking would make it better. You got up, placing your phone down on the bed.

You tapped your boyfriend's shoulder, "Tanner?" He looked up at you for a second, pressing a button on his keyboard to mute himself, "What's up, honey?" You sighed, "Can we talk?.. I'm not uh.. Doing the best." His eyes widened a little bit, quickly nodding. "Yeah, yeah! Of course, lemme leave the game." He unmuted himself, explaining to the guys that he had something to do. He quickly left the voice call and the game, turning his chair towards you. "What's goin' on?"

"I'm scared I'm gonna relapse, T," Tanner quickly took hold of your arms, looking in your eyes. "... Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You looked away, trying to avoid eye contact. "I didn't wanna scare you." Tanner shook his head, "Well, yeah, I'm scared, but like.. have you done anything?" You denied, "No, jus'.. The urges, I guess."

Tanner got up, walking both of you to the bed. "Lie down, honey. You know I'm always gonna be here for you, I don't care if you're feeling bad or not, I'm here for you through the pretty and the ugly." You sighed, sitting up against the wall, trying to ignore the tears sliding down your cheeks. "I'm just scared you'll leave me if it gets too bad." Tanner shook his head, "Absolutely not, I'll be here no matter what. I want you to tell me when you're feelin' like this so I can help you." You nodded, "Okay. I will."

Tanner sat next to you, holding one of your arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I love you, no matter what! I need you to remember that."

[necros-writing-stuff]

It's been a really long time since I've been here, life has just been too busy and tiring. I haven't even been able to draw I'm so sorry. Can I ask for two?

PC with a flu or high fever with Eden and Trauma induced Eden insisting on going out to work or sell products to earn money to pay Bailey given that they're already permitted by Eden to go back to town every now and then and that Eden didn't directly buy PC from Bailey. Take your time imma just be here sick in bed.

Hey! So sorry this took so long! I hope you're doing much better now. And don't worry about not having done art! We all work at our own paces, don't push yourself to create when you don't have the will to.

I think I've already covered PC with a sickness, and how Eden is a stern but attentive caretaker. We can see this when there's pass out events at the cabin. They bring you in, put you to bed. After the pred/prey scene they even get you water. So Eden would likely work as normal, but come in to check on you every so often. Get you a drink or a snack. If you're well enough, you can do small indoor chores. If not, sleep as much as is needed.

As for traumatised Eden at the market? Mmmm that good. That's a yummy one. Note: when I say that it's often about horrible things, isn't it? Double note: Lynx would be Axe body spray to the 'Muricans.

Oh - warning for mentions of past non-con btw.

There's too much noise. It burrows into his brain, denying any attempts to drown out the calls of purveyors of goods around him. Calling out their produce, prices, how long they'd be there.

There's a baby crying. Wailing as it's father talks on the phone and half-asses shushing it by waving a toy in its face while he isn't even looking at the babe.

There's so many smells he swears they're causing him a headache. Food. Sweat. Some abhorrent chemical smell as a group of teenage boys pass. He remembers Lynx. Remembers the locker rooms at school.

There's eyes everywhere. Blue, green, brown. He thought he saw red at one point. No- no he definitely did. There's a group of goths wandering around. Probably one of them with contact lenses. Eden could swear he feels at least one pair of eyes on him each and every second.

Scant few customers come to his stall. Its mostly older patrons: elderly craftspeople who still practise their trades as the youth buy from companies; aspiring chefs excited to grill up some real game; this one old man who always shows up for the dried back-strap. Eden doesn't remember his name, but the man swears by the stuff. Says Eden comes with the best stock and those other hunters bring bare scraps. Not a surprise, he's seen the incompetence of others who come through the forest.

He swears he can hear laughter amongst the throngs of people. Swears that it must be directed at him. His ugly face. His huge body. His clothing, old and patched. But he has to stay. Has to do it for you. To keep you safe and out of Bailey's money machine.

He wished you were here. Wished you'd come bounding up to him with that smile of yours and drag him home. But you're also at work, coralling dogs at the pound for spare change to contribute to Eden's payments to Bailey. Apparently the mutts listen now that you smell like him. Funny thing, how he affects animals. Even dumbass chickens hate him. He'd considered getting some once, but they'd get so stressed around him they wouldn't be able to lay any eggs. Oh, and foxes could take them.

Best to stay there, in those inconsequential memories of the past. It's hard to when he sees a face that surges horrid memories to the front instead. The man looked to be about 70 by this point, wobbling around with a cane. He'd already been grey when they'd met.

"Got any boar meat, lad?" He wheezed, bug-like eyes pooring over the table. His voice was weaker than it had been. There's no flicker of recognition in the freaky eyes.

"A few cuts. Belly or back? I've got hooves, too." Eden's voice doesn't break. Doesn't show his rising panic.

A claw-like hand reaches out to where Eden directed his attention. A shiver goes down the hunter's spine. He remembers those hands. How clammy and cold they'd been. How... insistent and encompassing.

"Aye, this one's a good heavy steak. How much?"

Eden's eyes didn't leave the old man's face. "Freshest cut, got the beast last night. £5."

The old man licks his lips as he pries his wallet free, the appendage dried, cracked and pale. Just like the rest of him. He'd had a tan back then. A terrible, fake one. Fucker had been orange.

Teens ran past once more, barely missing the old man as they screamed. The crypt-bound bag of bones scoffed, disgust apparent. But his eyes linger too long on one of the older boys, with longer dark hair and a skinny frame, just about old enough to start drinking Eden thinks.

Attention soon returned to the hunter, the smile back. Oh look, he'd kept half of his teeth. Impressive for someone his age. They were rotted, though. More so than they had been when he'd visited the orphanage. Probably time for dentures. Eden could still remember the smell of his breath.

"£5, a good price for a good steak. My wife will fry this up well." He's laughing. Eden grants him a polite smile as he wraps up the meat and hands it over.

He tracks the old man as he leaves, watching as his thumb strokes over the paper bill in his hand. He doesn't take a deep breath until he knows he's gone. He can't take a deep breath until he knows, for sure, that he's gone.

£2.50 was what he'd payed for Eden back then.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

WIP Whenever the day of my week!

Friday today, Friday today! anyway tagged by both @mareenavee and @paraparadigm. This week I tore through writing and art so you get both again!

Art First. Two things! Linking images via background because I can! Rat 1 and 2.

I said not to give me ideas about dumb shit! :D

Now for the writing section. It's that pub brawl from the one-shot prompt. I just turned this playlist on loop. (It's not very PC so warning, loud and explicit if you listen to it...don't). This snippet is also kinda explicit so...But fuck Slitter. Under the cut for length purposes!

��Teldryn, what are you doing?” Sydari sounded apprehensive, he guessed she had every right to be.

“I’m just going to have a little talk with our lovely friend over there,” He smiled at her as he put his helmet and goggles back on, neglecting to secure them correctly. Too much of a hurry. Who cares. He reached to pull up his scarf but decided against it. He had agreed to this compromise, he got to keep the helmet and goggles on in public, so long as she could see some sort of facial expressions for five minutes. I still don’t understand why you indulge her? Not your problem though, is it?

He caught her gaze, she still looked apprehensive, her jaw taught. This he didn’t like. He had promised her that he’d stop doing this, but he just couldn’t leave this alone. Didn’t want to. So, he tried to reassure her instead, “Relax Miluth, I’ll only smack him around a little bit, I promise,” He took one last drink and winked at her not that she could see it, “Stay there, I promise this won’t take long. Then you can tell me exactly how bad that Companion was so that I can live vicariously through you.” He turned away from their secluded little table and approached the bar, stopping about a meter short of it. The room span slightly, he felt unsteady, perfect!

“Teldryn! Geldis can handle- “she called out, he chose to ignore her. Finally. Stop. He was beginning to itch; he didn’t like it. He did. He flexed the fingers on his right hand to relieve the tension. Let’s go! I’m ready.

“Oi Slitter! Get off him you ugly fuck!” The elf stilled. Rigid. He turned to face Teldryn, Geldis’ shirt still in his hand. He wasn’t exaggerating, Slitter was an unfortunate looking one! Half the man’s face was ruined by a poorly healed gash of a scar, Teldryn’s own handiwork, that stretched from the bottom of his left eye to the corner of his mouth. Long and thin. It was pulled into a particularly egregious scowl that caused the skin to pull and pucker on the affected side. Ok, fine! Teldryn had several scars that were far worse looking. Three, no four now, wasn’t it? Were even on his face, but they gave him character...probably. Maybe? He’ll keep telling himself that. He didn’t mind a little visual interest, but this wasn’t it. At least wash, gods!

“You two owe Mogrul coin, I’ve come to collect,” Bullshit! Neither he nor Geldis had ever engaged the so-called services of that loan shark and his lapping dog of a goon. No, Slitter was just being a shithead! Every so often, either this idiot or that big brute of an orc Slitter liked to scamper around got it in their collective skulls to harass either himself or Geldis over something insipid. Last Suns Dusk they insisted on some kind of protection money. Now it’s what? Loans? Geldis had more sense than to engage the two, Teldryn didn’t. Fuck pleasantries and compromise, he had a better idea!

“Hey, Slitter!” He called out, “Why don’t you come collect THIS!” He grabbed his crotch and thrust dramatically. Tease! That did it! Sneering, Slitter let go of Geldis and took a swing at Teldryn, which he just barely dodged, stumbling back several paces. Unsteady. You’re getting sloppy. No, I’m buzzing, it’s different. Is it?

“You watch your mouth s’wit!” Slitter spat. He hit the right nerve. Yes! Keep going? I’m having fun. Good! He grinned and bared his teeth so Slitter could see. He would keep taunting, “Watch my mouth or what? You’ll get your master to come get me! Oh, I’m so terrified!” Slitter clocked him in the jaw, he was just drunk enough to not feel it, though he grabbed the area anyway. Reflex? “Is that all you got? I barely felt that!” Tug. What was that?

“Teldryn! Stop it!” Fuck! Fuck! He felt another light tug on the sleeve of his shirt, he glanced to his side. She was there, as he expected. Dammit! He told her to stay put, “It’s fine Sydari”.

“It’s fine Sydari,” Slitter mimicked back, “You listen to everything your little mongrel whore says?” Slitter gestured to his own face his thin mouth twisting into a mocking grin, “Sero, you must have it bad if you’re showing that ugly mug in public! Does she dress you now too?” So, their table wasn’t that secluded after all, dammit! How dare he bring her into this! Oh, fuck him!

“You little bitch!” Teldryn spat, he kicked Slitter in the gut, sending the elf crashing to the ground. You stay down! Slitter struggled to his feet and spat on the floor. Disgusting! Someone is going to have to clean that!

“You’re gonna wish you never did that!” Slitter grunted, finding his bearings on the table behind him. This would be easy; the guy was pathetic. Weak. Teldryn was ready for another round. Tug. She was pulling on his armour now, “Teldryn! Leave it alone.” He shrugged her off again. He wanted to rearrange Slitter’s face!

“You’re gonna wish that you just shut up and sucked my dick you ugly fuck!” He dramatically gestured again with a thrust only to find himself hit with a sudden force. He crashed into the wooden table behind him, falling right through it. Oh, now this was getting interesting! Slitter was on him, he started swinging wildly. There was a glint of something metallic. Miss. Miss. Shoulder! Missed! Throw him off! Teldryn punched him in the jaw, then again in the ribs before kicking him off. Get up! Teldryn pulled himself up, his back hurt, and his shoulder stung…odd. He could hear Geldis shout something at him, Sydari screamed. He hated that.

Crack!

His nose stung, a torrent of blood pouring from his nostrils. He touched the bridge. Broken, again. Another crack and his helmet was knocked from his head. Had he forgotten to secure it? His hair fell in his eyes. Disorientated, dizzy. Watch! He found purchase on the back of a chair and looked up as Slitter swung the shattered ale bottle at his face. Teldryn grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing Slitter to drop the bottle. It shattered on the floor. Shouting again, but it all sounded muffled. Dizzy, he was dizzy. He headbutted the fucker in the face and felt Slitter’s nose crack from the force. One for one. Serves him right. He tasted blood. His goggles were cracked.

“Oh fuck!” Slitter yelled, holding his nose. Teldryn took the opportunity to gain the upper hand again and grabbed the chair he had been using to support himself. He slammed it over the other elf’s back. Slitter crumpled to the ground. Wait a few moments. Teldryn tried to catch his breath. His chest burned. He tasted blood. He spat it out. Gross. Someone was pulling at his face.

“Teldryn! That’s enough!” Sydari forced him to look at her. Anger? No, that was disappointment that played at her features. Watch out! Somehow that was worse. Pay attention! He promised her he’d stop this. Fuck! A pain seared through his hip. He watched as she fell backwards, had he pushed her? No, he was falling too. There were hands around his throat. Slitter punched him in the face. He’d been distracted. He tasted blood. He spat it in Slitter’s beady red eyes. Idiot! The hand around his throat tightened and he reached to claw at it, he smelt something burn. His head hurt. I’ll finish it!

Crack!

The struggling had stopped, he felt wet. The smell was acrid. It made him feel nauseous. He felt the weight that was on his chest disappear as he was dragged to his feet. Her eyes were amaranth. She slapped him in the face.

[spidine]

Brighter Shores: Early Thoughts

I've put about 10 hours into brighter shores now. I've gotten far enough into the second area that i've unlocked a faction (hammermage) and with the amount of time I have currently available to me I don't expect to put much more than casual dabbles into it but I think I get the idea of what it's overall image would be.

Brighter Shores is definitely in the same family as runescape but i think it uses those mechanics to make something that feels more like a late web 2.0 mmorpg than a graphicMUD. The way screens work is reminiscent of maplestory or aqworlds, but the activities you do are more reminiscent of runescape. So let me just get some thoughts out of the way by answering some basic questions:

Is it worth playing?

For the most part, I think so! The writing is well enough and the gameplay is very chill. The membership is also a very fair $5 so it's not a big monetary investment.

How does it compare to runescape?

It is even more of an idle game than runescape. It might not seem so at first glance with all the clicking but once you get into the game it becomes clear a lot of the skilling systems are grinds are grinding's sake and there even activity your character can do while you're logged out. The fact all your health comes back between fights and the lack of inventory management/prayers leads me to believe this game will never have stuff like raids or pvp, this game is very much a mobile mmo (even if it's only on pc right now). Shifting my perspective on this game from a runescape successsor to a runescape inspired mmo experience for touch screens really improved my view of it. I think your mom would probably love Brighter Shores, I can very clearly see her tapping away at it on her ipad at work.

Brighter shores seeks to emulate early game runescape/early mmo chill vibes exclusively and i think it has a lot of value in that.

What's up with the episodic combat skills???!

It's just a different way of displaying the progression you always have to do in mmo's. It's a way of letting you do zones adjacently in a way where they'll both be compelling. Is regearing for a new area a bit tedious? a little. But really it doesn't feel any different from going to a new zone/expansion in an mmo and needing to gear up/fight basic ass dudes again for a bit.

It's clear Andrew Gower likes low level mmo play more than max level play and built this system to prolong that state of play. I think any ludonarrative dissonance it causes is totally excusable for the amount of gameplay it provides.

I mean, we play these games because deep down we enjoy the grind, why not present a system that makes it easier to expand on that?

What's actually bad about it?

The tight corridor maps are sort of a slog to move through. Catching enemy aggro and needing to escape feels weird, like not a bad idea really but the way it physically feels is like... ugly. Needing two clicks to do everything is.... annoying.

The game world doesn't really breath either. While i don't mind the episode specific skills there's just a feeling of disconnect between everything. It feels like a modern mmo in that way.

What's good about it?

I love the look of it. the diorama look of the world is very pleasing. even if the gear/enemies so far don't look that interesting moving around scenes and seeing the town has a pleasing feel.

What would I change?

I don't think I'd change anything. This is clearly fitting the vision of a small team and i think the way's it's wonky/different will help it stand out and fit in better with older audiences who like slower games.

But having a one click to attack/fish/forage/etc would be highly appreciated.

Will I keep playing it?

probably nooooot? I just love the big, interconnected feel of runescape's world. I think if this came to mobile i could see it being something i poke at in my downtime at work but it's not really an immersive experience, it's an experience for people who love to watch number go up. If that's the only reason you played runescape this might be for you!

[3deliciousdigital]

I see a lot of complaints popping up on social media regarding the 3D models of Nightbringer. There are a few things a lot of players are probably not aware of, so I’m going to address those myself for clarification:

- Their red capes are missing: Yes, that is true, but there might be a technical explanation for that. Loose fabrics in 3D are a a real pain to rig decently without using physics, because they may not look natural with the character’s movements. The manual rig can cause ugly weight painting errors that end up stretching the mesh, or deforming it in a weird way. My guess is they were unable to make them for this reason and thus decided to just leave them out completely.

- Their skintone is wrong, too white compared to the original design: Again, yes. However, the lighting is definitely the culprit. Whenever I have to render skintones (like any shade), I notice how horribly pale they look in a certain lighting condition. Usually I correct this by increasing the contrast and adding more nodes to the active shaders, so maybe they could do the same, or just make the skin textures darker. Unfortunately, I don’t know how Unity works, assuming that’s the engine they’re going with. A good difference is visible also on Beel’s skin if you compare the model presentation with the in-game sneak peek; the lighting in that area is softer and darker, thus he also looks less pale.

3D is complex, especially when you have to adapt a 2D stylized concept to the new graphics. This is also a mobile app, so there are a few limitations that a PC game wouldn’t have. A clear example of that is, again, Beel in MC’s room; it looks quite pixelated and not as crisp as the model preview, so I fear that the antialiasing is either turned off, or kept at a lower value not to make the game too heavy. On the other hand, it could just be that the picture looks like that, but the actual in-game visuals will be better, so we can only wait and see!

[il3x]

[Footnotes provided for non Reboot fans.]

There are very many Kenzie in Reboot bad endings, as you might imagine when one dumps Kenzie (girl who tried to sell herself to a serial killer online because the serial killer seemed lonely) in a city with major Circle (international human trafficking ring) presence, plus one million organ harvesters and murderers and rapists and suchlike. However, there is at least one feasible good ending, and it starts like this.

Kenzie gets portalled into the outskirts of the slums. Looks around. She looks enough like a city tourist that she doesn't get immediately mugged and kidnapped, just lightly pickpocketed. Runs into Bernie* and gets scammed five times in five minutes, but very quickly runs out of things to trade thanks to the aforementioned pickpocketing and ends up tagging along with him as an assistant. I'd have to re-listen to Bernie's appearances to see how that plays out.

Within a fairly short timeframe (few days? depends if I can wrangle them into an interesting and enjoyable dynamic) they run into the PCs and start trying to sell them stuff. Eve** (this is mid-S1) sees Kenzie and her must protect instincts click into gear. The PCs become aware of Kenzie's Tinkering abilities (she probably tries to sell them something she's made), and turns out that cameras are just what they need for their latest quest, but they need one made to particular specifications. They commission Kenzie's help (motivated in part by Eve's protectiveness) and she heads back with them to Ugly's Motors***.

Kenzie is eventually taken on as, like, a child/little cousin/apprentice by Eve and Incongruent****. Collaborates with Pr0***** on various tracking and surveillance projects, but I don't think their personalities would mesh very well. Speaking of, putting a kid who's desperate for parental love and has no concept of boundaries and is codependent to the point of damaging everyone around her and herself together with a nurse bot whose trauma and programming intersect to make her desperate to look after a baby, and who has also been alive for about two months and so has barely any knowledge of healthy interaction herself... well... this is going to go terribly. Or really, really well! Here's hoping Incongruent can mediate the situation.

Kenzie also accompanies the PCs into the city to meet the Clements family, which is where she meets Uriel and her personal plotline (spy vs spy plus rescue-mission) kicks off.

*NPC. Slummer and salesman. Comparable to Cutting-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler from Discworld, but less successful.

**PC. Sentient nurse bot. Or ex-nurse bot? Fun fact, drones become sentient by experiencing something both impossible to process and unthinkably traumatic, so she's got her own neuroses around children on top of her programming. She's awesome and I love her.

***Home base, kind of.

****NPC. Another sentient robot, though most PCs don't know that. Romance with Eve, later on. Ignore his remarks about puny fleshbags and the fact that he could crush your head like a grape, he totally doesn't mean anything by it, and it's not like he has justified reasons to oppose humanity... right?

He's chill, though, I promise.

*****PC. Hacker. Circle survivor. My favourite. Has done nothing wrong ever in his life (I say as the narrator asks his player whether he wants to make a Ganger or Human Trafficker skill check).

[butterscotch-brigade]

rating all of the 3d zim models on the modelers resource

(mostly copypasted from my priv twitter lol)

Nickelodeon Party Blast (2002), Nintendo GameCube, Xbox, PC

this one is my favorite i think. hes so fucking cute. he looks so stupid. hes small. his head and eyes (his most defining features) look good. probably the only 3d zim model that accurately captures his Essence. 10/10 love this guy

SpongeBob SquarePants featuring Nicktoons: Globs of Doom (2008), Nintendo Wii, PlayStation 2, Nintendo DS

ugly. hideous. hate this fucking thing. burn it. his head and mouth look weird and his eyes dont match his outfit. 0/10

Nicktoons MLB (2011), Nintendo Wii, Xbox 360, Nintendo DS, Nintendo 3DS

honestly not bad. i like his little smile. hes stylized in a way that feels natural. my only nitpick is that he looks too tall. i like the party blast one better but thats just a personal preference. 8/10

Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl (2021), Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, PC, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S

why the fuck is he shiny. its rly distracting me. i feel like i would like this model a lot more if not for that. also is it just me or does his top lip look weird. ALSO also ik this is bc of the way models r saved in the T pose (or the A pose in this case) but i do think its funny how huge his pak legs are LOLLL

on the bright side however, gir and minimoose r there too!! gir looks great and minimoose looks very silly and orb shaped. i may not be entirely fond of zims look here but im including gir and minimoose as part of the ranking and i do like them. i just wish zim looked better. oh well. 6/10

BONUS: Nicktoons Nitro (2008), arcade

this one wasnt on the modelers resource but i felt i had to include it anyway bc it is a core memory from my childhood and one of my first exposures to invader zim. honestly hes kinda terrifying but in a funny way?? like.....i wouldnt let him near me but he is kinda cute and fucked up. 3/10 for the narm charm

anyway thats it hope u enjoyed my autistic rambling. have a trophy :)

[blindrapture]

want to do one of my posts where I talk about and gush about a thing.

Braid, the Anniversary Edition.

it's good. oh man it's good.

I'd been waiting for it for a long damn time. it was announced years ago. it finally came out.

what is braid about? you know. everyone knows. there's a Guy, and he's on a quest to save the Princess who's waiting in Another Castle. (well, a guy named Tim, living in a modern city, his unfulfilling daily life never disclosed, goes home every night and dreams of how Time might work in other worlds. and in those worlds, he searches for the Princess. that's the actual premise of braid.)

braid is such a.. such a game in my life. I actually got it maybe about a year after it first came out? back in 2009. on the xbox live arcade. some real grandpa gaming, I know. I was 14, I had an opportunity to buy a game that people were saying good things about on the internet. so I did. and I played through it. and I thought it was okay.

I can tell you my 14-year-old opinions from memory: the visuals were fucking ugly. like, yes, they look like a painting, but couldn't they have made it look like a good one? the foreground objects are all so... busy, lots of fine details on such small fucking sprites, and the visual design of protagonist Tim is so incredibly grating to me (it.. it was just the fact his tie was red. his tie needed to be black. it needed to be black. such a minor detail but it was kryptonite to my brain). the music is low-key really fucking good, it is not immediately good but it has immaculate moods and it does stick with you after. the game is short. the puzzles are really clever, but the fact that it is an action (platformer) game means I am going to try to solve everything quick, and with enough brute force and twitchy reflexes you can solve plenty of the puzzles in Wrong ways that are not enjoyable. but the puzzles do stick with you, deep in your subconscious. you feel better for having even seen the puzzles. and the structure of the game, combined with the baffling text passages, is... intoxicating.

so.

braid was, from the start, a game I wasn't sure on, a game that didn't quite meet my tastes, and also a game that burrowed deep in my brain and stuck with me. a game I could not forget. braid was just... braid.

frankly, the fact that I played braid at such a formative age and had this mixed-yet-intoxicated response probably went a long way towards turning me into the gamer I am today? but anyhoo.

over the years, I would replay braid. I bought it for PC when it was ported over and replayed it again. braid came over onto my xbox one thanks to basic backwards compatibility, so I replayed it again. I'd tell a friend about the game and decide to replay it again. I think I play it every three years, more or less? and then the developer made another game, and I picked that up out of curiosity, and that game was The Witness, and that game literally met everything, and I mean everything, I ever wanted out of any video game ever, that game was so For My Tastes it's fucking ridiculous, that game is actual perfection, there is not a single thing out of place, not a single polygon out of place, not a single puzzle out of place, not a single audio log out of place, nothing. so. so suddenly I found myself in the position of needing to replay braid again.

this time, I got a lot more appreciation for it. it still.. definitely isn't perfectly to my tastes. the visual style has warmed on me. but I think it's got too many twitchy puzzles. but it's not actually a problem, because the game is fucking short. takes about three hours to get through even if you don't remember/know how to solve the puzzles. so a little twitchiness, while suboptimal, is forgivable.

and apparently, the developer thinks so too. and I know this because he said it himself in the remake.

so. fast forward, now, to now. Braid, the Anniversary Edition, has just come out.

what's in it? y'know, the standard stuff. it's a full remake. the visuals have been entirely repainted, the sound has been remastered. you have a button you can press to freely and instantly toggle between the old game and the remake so you can directly compare the improvements. really good stuff, sleek stuff!

it's what you'd want from any remake.

oh, also, 15 hours of developer commentary. for a 3-hour game.

that was actually one of the features mentioned when the game was first announced, so this didn't take me by surprise or anything, but, like. you just hear that as a feature and your brain is kinda just like "oh, cool, commentary." you don't really realize the sheer scope of that number.

15 hours. 15. that's. that's 5 games' worth.

and y'know what else? it's fucking good commentary. thoughtful, considered. sometimes it's maddeningly specific about tiny details in the game. sometimes it's wonderfully broad about the evolution of game design principles in the industry as a whole. sometimes Jonathan Blow talks about Donkey Kong and Mario. sometimes Elden Ring is mentioned. there are demonstrative movies that can take up your full screen and pause gameplay if you wish, or can be docked as a small video and let you keep playing on your own. there's concept art, development art, prototypes. there's new levels, new puzzles, every one of them extremely frustratingly simply hard, harder than anything else in the game, and they're all exclusive to Commentary Mode.

Commentary Mode is the actual meat of this game.

it's. more like an interactive textbook about video game design, using Braid as a focused example. it is strictly nonlinear and intuitive for the game format, you can find commentary nodes throughout the game, and there are now tons of New Doors (leading to contextual sequences of doors) facilitating passage through braid in labyrinthine ways as you explore the commentary based on subject matter. it's like playing a museum. there's a special hub with wings for you to use as optional navigation.

one of the wings talks about the fucking story. the literary influences. the core concepts. and the ambiguity, and how to design that for video games.

you guys.

it's a damn maze of a meta-game, with secrets and insights and puzzles that are comically difficult (I haven't solved a single one yet!!!) and.

it's so!!! good!!!

this game is worth it for Commentary Mode.

buy Braid, Anniversary Edition. probably play through the actual contents of the game first, then start Commentary Mode.

if you are even remotely interested in game development and game design, you owe it to yourself.

15 hours!!!!! 15 fucking hours!!!!

[seapopsworld]

I’m starting to pass out! yes!

hi I start talking to someone and I wake up in mid sentence sometimes I can finish what I was saying and sometimes I’m rambling on via outspoken speech but it’s incoherent to me; or I have no idea what was said or spoken about while passing out. For example Maybe we had been taking bout TV or a tv show episode and I pass out but wake up before the conversation is over and have no clue why I’m saying what I’m saying out loud and to an empty house or room. This conversation was not happening on or in this default world.

So if you happen to be a person or peoples I am having these conversation with then please people, please, keep me posted on what the fuck I was saying! If i upset you, stop being a fucking PC person and lighten up and listen up geez, I usually have an interesting unique perspective on things, I’ve been told this by people, I probably misunderstood something and to not look foolish I came up with something clever but not really enlighten like not like trying to make us all laugh ovah what some may perceive as heavy, that back fires and I come across as uncaring and seemingly someone who seems to like to upset people, saying the wrong thing at the right time is what I seem to be having a conversation about but with who and am I just dreaming this banter. Please answer.‘answer like the best way? Calling talking or actually face to face. Miss your face miss yours more.

Arghhh, ahhh, damn. It

I think to myself I need a hug so I attempt to hug myself, it’s a nice hug, then I start singing some lines from a techno track and I’m all like that’s it that’s all: time for more sleep. Shit I might miss the eclipse. “Darkness is the absence of light” music is again filling my head, conversation ovah, I’m starting to think about booty house and two live crew. Freedom of speech is our right and anything we do with our bodies should also be on us to decide. Telling people they can’t choose how they want or live because they are choosing some path in life you believe or think or have been told is wrong. Thanks honey bitch cunt dike whore for spreading the rights you have and I have of freedom of speech; I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion so take it and put it where you hurt and try and heal your broken ugly nosey disgusting human being self from the inside out or else.

“Or else what” the bitch snaps back at me!

Or else you are going to be a very miserable human being in the future, people like you and your thinking are becoming less the majority actually your more likely the minority these days. Anyway it’s nice to speak to you again miss Brady! Maybe we should just stick with fighting the fun laws cause guns killed people and those guns kill students, kill kids guns don’t have a side they fucking will kill us all if they so called could and as much as I believe worlds can kill so as they heal the sick.

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Yeah I don’t take my own advice either even if it’s good advice, I usually test it’s advice on others first, see if it worked out for them, the advice I may have given not my own but yeah, so people made money from it, not I! Others. So I started to fight off people this time and I started tossing punches and running after those after hours I was conversing with but my conversation with them was gone and I don’t recall saying much besides what I’d just yelled or screamed. I was rocking back and forth in my chair at work and I passed out for few seconds while leaning forward and then opened my eyes as I was rocking forward so that I lost balance and then I felt the sensation of jumping out a perfectly good plane to skydive, like having lost one’s balance but for a long very fast falling sensation but I was able to not hit the ground face first but it was close. “ stop talking to me this way” I just briefly passed out and woke saying this while also my hands and arms started to flair and fly like a these long skinny arms do while talking but this was in a way a unconscious self defense cause I guess I didn’t like what they where saying to me whoever I was talking to in this passed out moment dream or are these moments where one connects with others and is able to astral project oneself into another persons place and is it’s this current year and current time line or is it another time another being on another planet in another universe in another galaxy. And are they into pegging? But not into LGBTQ rights to love and hug and fuck who they want to oxoxo.

Okay I hope you enjoyed this short story of a typical evening in my current life.

Peace, good night, morning whatever just hope the pillow don’t bite back!

[sorcerous-caress]

My Dm just gifted me the 5e Monster manual for when I started running campaigns again, and it made me think.

What do you think are some common non-pc race crushes that most human adventurers would have?

My bet is on something charismatic like a Rakshasa

Side note, how was your new years?

I went to flip through the monster manual to jog my memory.

Okay, so the most common would probably be the "human" looking ones with cool features, aka angels like devas and solars. In a world of dnd, i feel like they'd be the most socially acceptable ones.

The most common but considered problematic to admit it in public would be the same but with fiends like cambions or succubus/incubus demons. Some small sub-group likes the less humaniod fiends, but people never count them.

Also I had a tiger plushie as a child that was twice my size, I would always bring it with me and sleep besides it. If kid me ever saw a rakasha in the streets, I would've ran up to them and hugged their leg.

I think all animal based races would be loved by humans but maybe in a condcending way. Look at ancient fables and furries, humans always had a thing for humaniod animals.

They'd make bank at children birthday parties tho if they ever looked over the human condescension. I know I would've screamed my parents' ears off to invite a rakasha to my birthday party if I had known this was a possibility.

There is also a group of non-playable characters that humans would fawn and obsess over but in a platonic way? Like just adore their beauty. Examples are pixies, unicorns, pegsuses, satyr, will-o-wisp, androsphinx and gynosphinx, faerie dragons, and dryads.

You'd definitely see a post or two about these races trending on social media every other week. Like twitter's "white boy of the month," except it's the blandest pixie you've ever seen with an aftershave shadow and in boxers, still the humans are obsessing over them.

Peguses and unicorns would have like ultra hardcore horsegirls fans.

Now, me personally? I would make it my life mission to meet a centaur. You know why, we all know why. I'm willing to risk it all. I'd suck up to an elf who would introduce me to the centaur tribe their city trades with and then my plan will be set into motion.

And I am doing humanity a favour! We will finally find out what a half centaur looks like.

Mimicks would be a niche interest with cult followings for some, doppelgangers and changelings too.

I think kobolds would end up being loved by humans more than actual dragons, which would piss off the said dragons when a kobold wins a scales beauty contest.

I think no matter the charisma of a race is, humans will sadly only judge them based on their looks. As a society we tend to be vain, even with pets. We only keep the cute or cool looking ones.

People who keep rats or mice still get hate comments under pictures of their pets. A lot of exotic pets we keep will kill us if given the chance, but we still keep them because of how cool they look.

But I think there will be humans who will see beyond looks, I mean, look at you. You have clear love for the gith race even when most of dnd players don't care about them or just see them as ugly. You saw beyond the exterior and found something beautiful, even then you still considered the exterior as beautiful.

For me, I actually hate pointy ears. I don't think i will ever be able to look at an elf irl without feeling nauseous. They're pretty, but god, the pointy ears really make me feel so off. And so many races have them too. Still I keep writing about them because they are a part of them that should be celebrated despite my personal opinions.

For gith, they feel different because they're not human skin coloured, you know? Like the ears don't feel off. But with elves, i can see the flesh and the blood veins, and oh my god, get away from me.

And I hope you have fun with the campaign you'll eventually start! Tell me any funny stories or moments that happen.

My new years went well. I made a flower crown and watched the fireworks. I baked cakes in the morning and made creme caramel with fruit toppings and chocolate covered strawberries. Mostly spent it home watching movies with my family. I hope yours went well, too <3