#this whole game is a headache

[slowpokes-things]

You wanna know what really GRINDS MY GEARS???

That the Fortnite story writers are pretty blatantly trying to leave The Seven behind forever now, probably because they decided to try and cast Celebs for some of the roles and could never book them again since you know they’re doing other celeb shit. :3

I also think it’s probably due to Donald Mustard not being the head of the story anymore, but like, they can still use them no????

I have WAAAAY more that I wanna talk about with The Seven but god damn what wasted potential they were. Although I’ve also said that for literally every other thing I’ve mentioned Fortnite-wise.

…Also yeah I just took the grind my gears frame and drew over it. Dont crucify me please :3

[freyyzu]

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON

it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.

a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always

“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.

“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.

“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”

The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.

Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.

“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”

Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.

“Why don’t we take a picture together?”

The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”

“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”

“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”

You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”

There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”

Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.

Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.

The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.

The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.

His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.

“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”

“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.

An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.

“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.

At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.

“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.

Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.

If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.

“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.

“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.

“Thank you.”

The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.

“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”

He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.

“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”

‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.

You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.

And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.

It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.

‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.

A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.

[ could you send me that picture, please?

i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]

[ Of course. ]

Comes his instantaneous response.

He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.

[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]

Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.

With you.

And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.

[ As will I. ]

[leupagus]

A Gale of Wolves, Chapter 2: Daenerys

She had a headache. It sat like stone right above her right eyebrow as she paced slowly around the small council table, the words of her advisors washing past. She'd never had headaches before coming to Meereen. Not even imprisoned at the House of the Undying, nor before that half-dead in the Red Wastes, nor before that pregnant and aching all down her back on the Dothraki Sea, nor before that running after Viserys in the streets of the Free Cities with a hungry belly. Only this place brought on the peculiar pain of political frustrations.

Grey Worm and Daario had caught one of the Sons of the Harpy and had thrown him in the cells, and now her small council bickered about the man's life as though it were a debate to be won. She wasn't quite sure why it had given her a headache, in truth; had their positions been reversed and the Sons of the Harpy had caught her instead, she knew full well they would do the same.

Men had argued over her all of her life. Before she had ever been born, there had been men haggling over how best to kill her. She had little sympathy for this Son, but there was a distant sort of...recognition, perhaps.

"Thank you all for your counsel," she said, coming to a halt just behind her own empty chair. "I will think carefully on what is to be done." She waited until everyone had had risen to take their leave before she added, "But I would ask you all a question first." They settled slowly back into their seats — all except Grey Worm at the door, standing guard, ever-watchful. "What crime has this man committed? In Meereenese law, what is he guilty of?"

"Murder," said Mossador and Missandei.

"Treason," said Ser Barristan.

"Conspiracy," said Daario.

"Theft," said Hizdahr.

*note: chapters will be posted once a day from until May 11. Some will be shorter than others, but hopefully this schedule will work for people who a) like to know when they can read the whole thing in one go and b) like to read chapter by chapter as they come.

[maranull]

AC6 may only held my continued interest for about two months, but I think I can honestly say that it's one of my favourite games. And immediately the second action game I would recommend to anyone (first being ER).

It's honestly so good, and while I sometimes wish there were more things to do in it, I think the game being the length that it is actually enhances it. It said the story/stories it wanted to say, and ended it there (instead of stretching playtime needlessly).

And all the voice actors need to get like a dozen bonuses cause giving so much life to so many faceless and bodiless characters was a damn good job.

[noel-levine-fan]

in a non-magical AU noel would be chronically ill and the doctors cant explain whats wrong with him

[emberglowfox]

woke up from my “nap” (read: my sleep schedule is fucked so i slept from like 10am to 6pm 😬) and spent like an hour very seriously hypothesizing about the logistics and lore of hyrule kingdom in botw/totk before eventually realizing it is at best a weird mess of retcons and “oh but actually”s at best and lowkey weirdly pro-imperialism at worst and just going back to sleep

[tea-earl-grey]

every time i see something about Arcane i so dearly want to watch it because it feels like it highly appeals to my tastes however the animation style is so migraine inducing that i physically cannot look at it for more than a few seconds.

[rek88k]

Sighs

So tempted to start drinking this morning but like. Its not even 7 I should probs wake up a bit

[feenmies]

i constantly say "i wrote dbh" to jokingly justify my headcanons if they don't totally match up with canon but i take it back almost immediately in my head because i actually don't want to be david cage in any timeline ever. that guy needs to put the pen and paper DOWN

[trash-bin-ary]

5,9,10

If you were in the loops, what would you do?

I think I’d do act 2 like sif did, I mean okay there’s a clear answer on how to get out of this and I don’t know how to explain this, and then I’d be like oh I don’t know how to get out of this time to go into a depressive state but not hide it so I’d end up getting help from the party

What would your wish at the Favor tree be? (How would it mess up)

I’m assuming this is if I was just at a favor tree rn not if I was in the same situation cause if I was in the same situation I would do a plain generic I wish the country won’t stop cause that won’t give anyone an option to do anything. But if it were like right now I think it would be I wish I knew that everything will be okay and work out, not even really for myself I just want to be able to comfort people. And it would work that I’d be able to see the future and either I’d end up knowing when it won’t work out, or I’d get overwhelmed with getting told exactly what I need to do to get that future and I’d burn myself out.

[jorvikzelda]

adding this to the list of Severely fucking stupid absrad deaths

BUT!! (under cut so as to not Clog)

we fucking got there in the end baby

(did a couple tries for radiant, then was Swept Away by the Migraine. We’ll get there.)

[mariegolddoesthings]

Pro Tip: Never play Cards Against Humanity: Family Edition in the local boba tea café

[anonprotagging]

so those dreams where I play SV and it's incredible have been totally replaced by nightmares now where I play it and it's literally so bad that I wake up from getting mad about it and like... can I just be normal about this one thing 🫥

[vociferans]

HOLY FHSIDHWIRHIAD holy shit i just thought of something fucking insane. Let me try to type it as coherent as possible. So the reason why king caпdy of all people ended up being brought to attention was cause they were subconsciously a very big inspiration for an oc i was making but then bc of that azul post it reminded me that. WRECK 1T RALPH. ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOVIES EVER. IS A FUCKING DISNEY FILM so that means.

So that means.

SO THAT MEANS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CAN JUST. MAKE THE OC THAT WAS INSPIRED BY HIM AS AN ACTUAL FUCKIGNWBDJBQIEBQIQBEIEK

OK chill. Im chill.

As an actual fucking twst fan oc and now i am like spinning around in my wheelie chair out of excitement BC THAT MEANS. THAT FUCKIGNBWJABDJQBDKWNR THAT FUCKING MEANS I CAN MAKE A WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY BASED ON SUGAR RUSH LIKE THE OTHER TWST AREAS BASED ON THE OTHER VILLAINS and like sure ofc that means there'd be like a Much greater scene to involve the other games But like. i can make the excuse that sugar rush is a prioritized in worldbuildin since i focus Solely on king caпdy though if i have to make the cybug part relevant i probably do need to flesh out the other things a bit more. BUT I DIGRESS. IM JUST AHDKABEKHSKAHDKABDJDBWN

Very excited. that villain is unironically one of my all time favourites for disney and now i have an excuse to be even more insane about it

[a-passing-storm]

Obra Dinn!

[marinecorvid]

trying to piece together the crumbs of lore we were given in totk to patch together a more in depth narrative than the one we got