#tool riffs

[nyuudoupee]

arghhhh ultraman rising posting again but this is about the score. yes the miku stylophone is in the soundtrack but holy FUCK tim henson drops some utterly soul rending guitar shreds in this thing. it's not all over the entire ost but when it hits it HITS like DAMN. its like his exact guitar tone too and it bring so much style and badassery to the scenes in which they play like ARGHHHHH

i just love the fucking LICKS he drops on this soundtrack its insane... especially the way he plays the ultraman motif in the second track linked and the riff right after it GOD. it even adds onto like the thematic stuff happening in each scene i don't know how to explain it but it just DOES.... i hope tim drops a video or an interview explaining anything about how this went down (i know scot stafford did explain some in an interview that he did that's really good read it)

it kind of makes me wish the rest of the dudes from polyphia hopped onto another mild scoring gig even if its just like an insert track or something on anything. these riffs in particular kind of remind me of pre NLND/the worst polyphia LOL just a little bit. god i love guitars and god i love music

[mokiwis]

Algo relajante

[diathadevil]

Two songs that make my body ascend towards the astral plane:

Tool's song Parabol transitioning to the sick riff in Parabola.

Hades' guitar riff going from 2nd to 3rd Phase in the game.

[drheartstealer]

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

[maccadeau]

number of characters swapping eyes in naruto is abnormal. kishimoto do you have something to say.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Machinist 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible bullying, misogyny, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your new boss sets his sights on you. (short!reader)

Characters: August Walker

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You take your lunch where you always do; outside. You don’t like to sit inside all day, especially after sweating amid sparks flying from dozens of torches and grinding wheels and the like. The metals walls do little to let the heat out, so it is that you greet the sunshine and fresh breeze with a sigh. 

You find your way to your truck and unlock the back, climbing up to sit in the open bed as you unzip your lunchbox. You have your standard fare; some carrots, hummus, and a tuna sandwich. Nothing fancy or special. Just what you have time to throw together in the morning. 

You watch the distant skyline as you chew. Insects buzz in the air and you swat away a nosy fly. The smell of pollen underlines the lingering scent of singed metal and your own sweat. You enjoy the small moment to yourself, with the barely muffled noise of drills, wheels, and hollers all around. 

You dip your last carrot and close up the container of hummus. You wipe the lingering garlicky smear from your fingertips and zip away your leftovers and the used napkin. You push your head back to stretch your neck and loosen the stitch between your shoulders. 

“You’re prettier in the sunlight,” the rocky voice brings your chin back down. 

August approaches as you clutch your lunch box against your lap. You don’t know how to respond without putting your job in the balance, so you don’t. You push yourself to the edge of the truck bed but he’s quick. He’s right in front of you, close enough that you can’t jump down. 

“This your truck?” He muses as he gives it an emphatic look, “not too bad. Bit big for you, girl. Ah, but maybe you like handling big things.” 

His insinuation repulses you. He was rude before but now he’s just being gross. Doesn’t matter. Who are you gonna tell? Who’s going to care?

“Excuse me, my lunch is almost over,” you say as you teeter on the edge. 

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” he grins boastfully. 

“Really, I got a lot of work--” 

“I never heard about your promotion,” he intones. 

You stop short and bite back your words, “promotion?” 

“Right, you must’ve got one since you’re telling me what to do,” he challenges, crossing his arms to make himself even bigger. 

“I wasn’t. I’m trying to go back to work.” 

“I didn’t dismiss you,” he sneers. 

You ease back and nod. This isn’t the first time a man’s postured at you, it won’t be the last. You’ll let him get his rocks off. 

“Sure,” you nod. 

“Hmph,” he looks you up and down, “it always makes me wonder why women wander into metal shops. Really? You like being sweaty,” he steps even closer and you wince as he reaches and drags his thumb down your cheek, “dirty? I can think of better ways for that.” 

“Sir,” you say flatly. 

He trails his thumb down and presses on your bottom lip, “I’m new around here. Need someone to show me around. How about it?” 

You scowl and rip your mouth away from his hand, “you can’t be serious?” 

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” He slowly pulls his arm back, crossing it once more across his chest, “what I know about this town is there’s no other fucking shop looking for tool and die, and let me tell you, princess, you’ll find they don’t pay pennies next to what I pay.” He brings a hand up to brush the short stubble darkening his jaw, “actually, we’re due for salary review. That’s what the finance officer tells me.” 

You understand his threat. Even if he doesn’t fire you, he can mess with your money. All the leering men, all their nasty words, wouldn’t be worth it if you didn’t get a half-decent cut. 

“Can your precious little head understand me?” His mouth slants in a half-smirk. 

“Not that difficult,” you hiss out.  

“Great, sounds like a plan, princess.” 

Before you can react, he steps forward. He grabs you by the waist and drags you forward on the open door of the truck bed. You yelp in surprise and bat his wrists, your lunch box bouncing out of your grasp onto the ground. He holds you to hover on the edge before he lowers you to the ground, crowding you. 

“Good girl,” he growls and squeezes before he lets you go. 

You struggle not to snarl outright. He takes a step back, not far enough. You turn your attention to your errant bag and bend to pick it up. 

“Mmm, I like that position,” he purrs. 

You snap up and tamp down your irritation. You wish you could say he’s the first man to be so disgusting but that would be a miracle. Especially in this line of work. He’s just the only one you can’t tell to go fuck himself. 

You face him, “can I go back to work?” 

“Mm, look at you, learning already; asking permission,” he clicks his tongue, “sure, go on, princess.” 

You hold back a shudder and turn to close the truck door. You toss your lunch bag over it. Whatever. 

You spin and stomp away, refusing to look back at him, even as you feel his gaze bearing down on you. You feel even more filthy than before. Not just because of his behaviour but your own weakness. You should say no, you should go work at the Pizza Hut, at least there, you can spit in the food of every ass who gives you lip. 

As you cross the yard towards the shop, you slow down. Your eyes meet those of Carey. He started at the same time as you. He asked you out. Several times. He glowers and narrows his eyes.

He looks at the other guys sat around him at the smokers’ table. They saw it. You know they did.

“All the fucking same, aren’t they?” He spits into the dirt as the other men look in your direction. “Cozying up to the boss to get a few extra bucks on her check.” He flicks his butt towards you as you near the door, “whatsa a matter, baby? You need some new panties? Oh, maybe you’re gonna buy a dress? Start dressing like a woman, huh?” 

The other guys chortle and you ignore them. They don’t matter. That’s the difference between them and August. He can actually ruin your life, they only wish they could. 

[billthedrake]

(This one is a riff from an idea a reader suggested.)

SIX COORS LATER

Sean Bennett woke up a little groggy. He probably had a couple too many beers last night.

The ex-QB told himself he should be a more responsible man. His wife had just borne their third kid six months ago, fer chrissake. But Sean's job had him on the road every week during the college ball season, put up in one soulless luxury hotel room after another. He'd had an amazing run as an NFL quarterback, with some ups and downs to be sure, and now how had an enviable gig being a sports commentator for college ball. Saturday night, after the broadcast, was his chance to let loose a little.

Only Sean realized he wasn't in a hotel room. The ex-athlete's eyes adjusted to the early morning dimness. He was definitely in a bedroom. Some modern condo or apartment, sparsely decorated. A dude's bedroom.

Just then the sportscaster hunk felt the warmth of another body scoot up next to him, placing a thickly muscled forearm over Sean's still-fit and manscaped upper body.

"Hmmmm," came the deep voice cracking in morning voice. The dude scooted up next to him as Sean tried to remembered any details about the guy but was coming up short. Even on the name. Jason? Justin? Jesse? Jackson? Fuck.

The man felt nice. Probably around Bennett's age. Late 30s with a cross-fit body. A work-hard, play-hard professional. BIG Michigan fan. A very thick uncut cock and a sexual stamina that could go multiple rounds. Funny how those details were coming back to the ex-jock so easily.

Maybe it was that hard thick shaft pressing into Sean's hips and the way the fan's hand was pawing at Sean's hard body, even if in a groggy slowness.

"Hm... you probably should go soon, bro... my girlfriend gets back in town this morning."

Sean nodded, but didn't make a move to slip out of the guy's warm bed. Hell, those powerful arms felt SO good. Bennett enjoyed a man's touch from time to time, but he rarely stayed around for the morning, for the more sobered up experience of this. Just a second longer, he thought.

Thing was, Jackson or Justin or whoever wasn't letting go. His kisses traveled up Sean's neck, finding that sensitive trigger spot right behind Bennett's ear, the one that makes the ex-athlete wanna put out. Just like he'd found it so effortlessly last night.

"Yes," Sean hissed. It was only then that he was aware of his own cock, a shank of morning wood that jerked excitedly, now awake. And Jackson's hand was drifting down those washboard abs, over the trimmed light fur to finally touch that QB bone.

"You fuckin' horndog," the guy muttered with a clear lust. Then after he kissed that spot again, he added with a louder voice, "Turn over."

The two had fucked three times the previous night, twice in one go and once waking up at 3 in the morning. But they hadn't done this position. Without ceremony Jackson was crawling on top of Sean's prostrate body, kissing along the shoulder blades and then back at the neck. Sean could feel the guy's hard, hairier muscle on his back and that thick wedge of uncut dick press into his surprisingly wet ass cleft.

The top took a second to enjoy that mounting position before he reached down to guide his fat dong into place. "God, you're still wet with my cum," he said. His voice was clearer now, fully awake.

Sean blushed. He'd been a little drunk when he agreed to come back to Jackson's place, and he wished he was drunk now. At least his hole was loosened up, fully, for this thick tool. The first time Bennett had been shafted by a large cock was a mindblowing experience, but now he got excited by girth even more than length. And Jackson brought he girth.

It was now four solid inches inside him. The hunk was clearly excited, kissing Sean some more. "Bro... I used to jack off so much thinking about doing this to you," he said.

Then, all of a sudden, the top powered the rest of that fat prick into Sean's guts.

"FUCK!" Bennett exclaimed. Not in pain but definitely uncomfortable and surprised.

"You got this, bro," Jackson urged. Sean could tell from the edge in his voice he was eager just to start fucking, and that scared the ex-QB. "You took me like a pro last night."

"Give me a sec, OK?" Bennett pleaded.

"Yeah," came the reply. But a second later, Jackson was reaching over for something. The hand came back, right to Sean's face and it was the smell that made him recognize the poppers.

"Come on, bro," came the guy's voice. Urging Sean to sniff the fumes. "I need to pound one off real bad, and I don't got a lot of time."

One of these days Sean Bennett would learn self-respect. Today, he sniffed the amyl, one nostril then the other.

The heat hit his body just at the right time. Jackson liked to fuck hard and fast, using his whole muscled body. That thick tool was plunging in and out of Sean's guts and felt INTENSE. Only now it was intense in a good way, making the ex-jock's insides buzz.

"Fuck, that cunt is so squishy, man," Jackson hissed.

Indeed, they could both hear the sloshy slick sounds of each inward thrust and Sean could feel excess cum dripping down between his legs, and over his ball sac. Just that tickling trickle made Bennett rock hard against the guy's bedsheets. The bottom didn't know how much was the amount of cum Jackson had shot inside him last night and how much was the girth of the cock forcing the load out with each shove.

"Bro... you're milking it right out of me man... Gonna milk my load right out into that hot ass of yours.... oh SHIT!"

The heaving body went rigid on top of him, and Sean knew he was getting loaded up for the fourth time in 12 hours. He knew when the poppers wore off, he'd regret this. He'd gone cold turkey actually a few years back, and even when he started fooling with guys again, he told himself it would be more of an occasional thing.

And now he felt about 210 pounds of masculine dude rest the full body weight on his stretched out body. Jackson felt heavy, but Sean didn't want the guy to break body contact not yet. That fat dong was still jerking inside him, undoubtedly still shooting some dribbles deep up in him.

Finally the guy shifted on top of him but didn't push himself off. Instead, Jackson reached around to find Bennett's tool. Still rock hard and still leaking so much he didn't need lube.

"Aw fuck!" Sean gasped as he felt the hand stroke his prick. Combined with that very stuffed, very loaded feeling, the very touch of Jackson's hand was magic.

Sean heard a soft chuckle in his ear as the top leaned forward and jerked Sean with determined strokes. The dude had a great touch, for sure.

"Come on, bro," he urged. "You wanna..."

"Yeah," Sean replied. He wanted to. He wanted to let this hot stud play him like a violin. It was the opposite of sex with his wife, when he did all the work. Now, the QB was the penetrated one, passively worked over by a man who knew what he was doing.

The pissslit stung just a second once the cum barreled out, it was that kind of orgasm.

"Nice!" Jackson hissed and kissed Sean's neck once more. "Let it out, buddy."

Sean did. Maybe because he hadn't shot load for load with Jackson's orgasms, and he was behind in the count. Maybe because he loved his mounted position more than he wanted to admit.

He'd barely had time to come down from the high of his cum when that hand withdrew and that thick dong finally retreated from his clenched asshole, but not before dragging some of that fresh deposit with it.

Sean felt a pat to his rump and felt the bed shift as Jackson slid off the bed. His host walked over and undid the bedroom curtains, letting in the dawn light.

Slowly Bennett turned on his side to get a good look. He was embarrassed to realize he could barely remember what Jackson looked like. But he was getting a good look now. About 6-foot-even, handsome more than cute, thinning brown hair, blue eyes. Back in the day, Bennett liked the thrill of fucking around with big-league athletes and coaches, then he went through a phase of being into regular guys... fans, married men, guy next door types. Jackson was in a different league, with an incredible body yet still carried himself like a regular dude.

"God, you're hot," Sean said before his mind could censor what his libido was thinking.

That made Jackson paused and turn toward the NFL star. He let out a little laugh and smiled, "Man, you're a trip," he said.

From the new angle, Sean could see that hard muscle beneath the brown body fur, rounded and ripped, and just how thick and heavy that dong was, even soft, swaying beneath a large nutsac. If this dude wanted to go for round five...

"Your girlfriend is probably on her way," Sean said instead, injecting reality as he sat up in bed. He knew he had a great body, but could see in the way Jackson's eyes swept over his form that the top was definitely starstruck himself.

"Yeah," he said with a little sadness. "Her flight lands around 7."

Sean nodded. He wasn't gonna make trouble for this dude. He slid out of bed and felt proud as Jackson just watched, staring like a wolf circling the hen house.

As Sean got dressed, his host slipped on some gym shorts and walked out to the kitchen to make some coffee.

The ex-QB knew this was gonna be one hell of a walk of shame. Still suited up from the night before. His cohost and work buddy Curt Collins ould probably razz him for going home with one of those dudes from their bar outing.

But even as the regrets were sinking in, the sex had been worth it. Sean made sure he looked presentable and that he had everything. Then he walked to find Jackson shirtless and hunky as hell, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

The guy looked up with that look again. The look of a man who'd had his bucket list fantasy satisfied in the biggest way.

"She's in an uber now," he said. "You good, man?" he asked. Maybe worried Sean was freaking out some.

"Yeah," Bennett replied. "I'm good."

It was Jackson who seemed shy now. "Well..." he started. Then he picked up a folded scrap of paper and handed it to Sean. "In case you're back in town," he added. "It's my Google number, just be discreet."

"I usually don't," Sean said, taking the paper nonetheless.

"I get it," Jackson said. "Shoot your shot, right?"

That made Sean laugh. This guy was just a normal dude. He stuffed the paper into his suit pocket.

"A final kiss at least?" Jackson asked.

Sean smiled and stepped up. The dude was a few inches shorter but their heights matched well. Their kiss was soft and surprisingly sensual.

"I taste like stale beer," Sean apologized.

"Yeah you do," Jackson said with a smile. "It's cool though. You're a good kisser. We didn't do enough last night."

They kissed again.

"Fuck!" Jackson finally hissed. Sean knew why.

"All right," the athlete said. "Take care."

Sean was in the Uber back to his hotel before he pulled out the folded paper. The handwriting was simple and masculine, more neat than a scrawl. "Matt," it read. The phone number.

So that was his name, Sean thought.

He didn't know the next time he'd be in this city. Probably once next season, though maybe his travels would bring him here again. Maybe Matt would want to come to Ft. Lauderdale, or even Miami.

Doofus, he thought to himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? Sean took another look at that piece of paper then picked up his phone.

"Hey, great to meet you. SB." was all his message said. He typed it, looked it over, and hit Send.

No reply immediately. Matt was probably showering up, or washing the sheets. Maybe the girlfriend was already home.

Instead a text came in. Collins. "Tell me you had as much fun as I did last night." Sean couldn't remember who his buddy and colleague had chatted up. Maybe one of Matt's buddies. Hell, THAT could have been Jackson. Or Jason. Whatever.

"Probably more," he typed back with a grin. "What happens in Austin stays in Austin, right?"

"Right-O," Curt typed. "They grow 'em big down here in Texas dont they buddy?"

Sean smiled. His hole ached to think of Matt's huge dong. "They sure do man."

He'd find a way, any excuse, to come back before next year. Somehow.

He slid his phone in his pocket and shut his eyes just to rest them. He'd need a major nap on the plane ride for sure.

[spockandawe]

Two! The Disabled Tyrant's Pet Palm Fish, again. Guys, I truly forgot how much I adore this INCREDIBLY silly book. It was tied for svsss and 'with absolute splendor' for my first attempt at bookbinding. I still have my original wiggly-ass coptic of the first half of this novel. And I did it again in those early months too! And then I somehow forgot it for like two years?? Anyways, I had to go all out. Lectern book time.

But backtrack a little. I'm usually not a super involved typesetter. I'd like to be better about it, but if something is super abstract or doesn't have clear visual thematic elements for me to riff on, I get frustrated and move on. Fortunately, this is the fish book, about fishfucking, where a man has a passionate romance with his pet fish. With easy mode activated, I went for it.

Fish interior? Fish endpapers? Fish exterior? We've got it all, baby! Secretly, Jing-wang personally designed this book.

This was SO fun. I love this book to pieces. Everyone should absolutely support the coming official translation, I'll be doing so, and I'm VERY excited to throw my money at it. But in the meantime, I'll probably bind at least one more personal fancy copy! I was too fried to give this the lavish edge art treatment, but... there's always next time! Can i find a fish charm for a bookmark? I bet I can! Tooling the leather in a decorative fish design? Baby, I'm considering trying to tool this spine, next time is a given. Genuinely, my goal is to bind this book in a way so overwhelmingly thematic that Jing-wang would nod in approval. I'm a very serious artist.

[mokiwis]

Practicando ritmos raros

[feybeasts]

Here's my hot take: don't be a bully.

And here's my hotter take: A lot of you don't realize you're being bullies.

Oh sure, I see the excuses, the justifications. "I'm just riffing" or "they know I'm just goofing". Yeah, sure, and are you courageous enough to ask if the subject of your "riffing" is in on the joke? Would you stop if they asked you to?

It's so goddamned easy, so very easy to slip into it- you think you're just giving someone a bit of heat, just being cute, not really being harmful, but the 'joke' never stops, the 'riff' happens no matter what the reaction is to it. It becomes your canned response, your default state of being towards a person, and sure, you think everyone's on the same page, but all the while, it just gets more cruel, the joke less funny. It doesn't matter what the person thinks anymore- or perhaps you never think to ask, to reflect- and soon that casual cruelty is codified until, eventually, it becomes unbearable.

And I hear the excuses already.

"They should have told me"

"Well if it was a problem, that's on them"

"They need to have thicker skin"

"I know it was a joke, they should too"

It's so easy, isn't it? To deflect like that- now you don't have to self-reflect, confront your actions- no, it's their problem. I've been on both sides of this, I know how readily a person just... brushes off their own behavior. It's almost insidious, really. But I'm asking you- begging you- to stop and think about how you interact with people, with friends, with family, with acquaintances, coworkers, and ask yourself- are they laughing too?

It is distressingly easy to become casually cruel, especially for those of us who have had to become self-protective and quick-witted to protect ourselves. But I want you to know that those tools can easily be turned on others if you're not mindful- and I'm asking you to please, please pay them heed for a moment.

You might just save a life.

[foone]

hiya foone! i'm working on the surprisingly lofty task of modding barbie fashion show 2004 and i've been told twice to ask if you have any leads on how to get to the game files. i don't know how to simplify it because i'm so in over my head at this point. here is the thread

okay so here's how you reverse engineer an arbitrary game, the quick version:

Research. Who made the game? what else did they make? Maybe they made a game with the same engine, and someone already figured out that one? (not that I saw on a quick look, but you may be able to dig deeper) Also, look in the game files. There's a PowerRender.dll and a sipEngine.bc file. Nothing for sipEngine, but PowerRender has a hit on the internet archive, maybe that download includes some info on how it encodes files?

Look at the files (with a hex editor, like HxD). KAR files seem to be the main storage mechanism, and they've got a RIFF header. RIFF is a standard, though they're not using it exactly. But this might help. Another thing you can spot in the KAR files is a bunch of english strings (CreditsTb.kar is lousy with them). That's a good sign: it means the files aren't compressed, so you don't have to figure out the compression method.

Static analysis of the EXE. Get Ghidra and load up the EXE. Find where it opens files (CreateFileA/CreateFileW on windows), trace back from there. Check the strings. Hey look, function FUN_004e6260 is called with "KAResource.kar". so FUN_004e6260 is probably a function to load arbitrary resource files. Dig through that, figure out how it works.

Dynamic analysis of the EXE. Stick it in a debugger and see what it does. Set a breakpoint on CreateFileA/W and follow the execution. I don't have a good recommendation for what tool to use here, I'm from the past. I've used Ollydbg a lot but it hasn't been updated in 9 years.

Hijack the EXE and make it do your work for you. One thing I noticed while looking around was references to Python. This game apparently embeds a python interpreter, version 2.2. Maybe you can find where it loads the code from, or inject your own code?

Anyway those are some introductory ideas. feel free to ask any follow-up questions, but this hopefully gives you some idea of where to start?

Good luck!

[thesleeptokenarchive]

On This Day: August 2 2018

Sleep Token posted about Kerrang!! Magazine's article on the collective that was released August 1 2018 to their social media accounts. This rare interview features who we know as Vessel now as "Him", something which has become a thing of the collective's history and long out of use. [X]

Full article provided by PINQTEETH [Reddit]

Interview text below.

Words by Jake Richardson

"WE EXPLORE THE DEEPER RECESSES OF THE MIND..." -HIM

GET TO KNOW Your quick guide to SLEEP TOKEN… THEY ARE: Anonymous, philosophical ambient metallers. HEAR: The alluring power of brand- new single Jaws. SEE: The simple darkness of the haunting clip for Thread The Needle. MORE INFO: Facebook.com/ sleeptoken

Photo Caption: Sleep Token: not keen on identity, huge on birthday cake

AMPED UP

SLEEP TOKEN

Anonymous Brit metal cult big on peering down the rabbit hole…

Sleep Token are a band shrouded in mystery. The London metallers' mix of high-tech riffs and dreamy soundscapes have earned them a good name for themselves since forming last year, but if you want to give them credit for it, you must do so to the masked, anonymous face of their enigmatic frontman, known only as Him. Him declines to reveal specifics about the ancient deity the band worship, Sleep, but he's more forthcoming about his own artistic motivation.

"There exists a considerable body of art that explores the deeper recesses of the human mind," he explains. "Sleep Token serve as a means to explore this on an individual basis. The music is a representation of one individual's deepest and most fundamental emotions and desires. This is what people connect to. They see themselves in this individual, and the music becomes about them."

Easy-going fare this isn't, but there's no denying it's pretty captivating. Sleep Token have played fewer than 10 times (they refer to their gigs as "rituals"), but they're already Download alumni. The industrial-ish thrust of new single Jaws, meanwhile, continues their philosophical, lyrical path.

"Our jaws are the tools we have to rend apart," Him explains. "They show our concealed aggression, and take something once hidden and burst it apart. You don't know someone until you have seen

them destroy something. Jaws is an exploration of the frustration which accompanies the sense that someone close to you is hiding their true self."

But while Jaws looks to expose the darkness that lies inside us, when it comes to the band's own identities Sleep Token are steadfast in their belief that art comes before aesthetic.

"Art has become entangled with identity," Him says of the band's anonymity. "The aim is to provide something people can engage with without being obstructed by the identity of its creator. The true identities behind Sleep Token are irrelevant. Our identity is represented through the art and music itself."

[ponett]

i started playing rift apart (it's good) and it's making me remember the ratchet and clank moment that lives rent free in my head that no one else in the world seems to remember. which is this promo video cutscene introducing a battle arena in tools of destruction, which briefly, inexplicably, depicts ratchet via... crudely edited mega man 7 sprites? or otherwise an extremely close reproduction of the style? as like a riff on the bob and george era of sprite comics? (this game came out three months after bob and george ended)

as someone who was a kid making sprite comics using edited mega man sprites at the time this made me lose my goddamn mind

[gorlygorlx3]

Too Much? NSFW

If anyone had asked how you got here you wouldn’t have an answer. At least not a coherent one. Your mind was a mess right now with only one thought within its confines.

...or well...five…

One himbo who you thought was chaste and pure, one “bad boy” who isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,two brothers with the bodies of twigs but the libido of wild dogs, and a massive music lover who bore desire behind those shades of his. 

And then you.

You. And your 5’5 ass.

What are you doing here?! Well it all started with Crocodile Rock…

*Cue flashback music, whatever that may sound like

Just another day in the one and only Mega PizzaPlex. You had day shift security duty today, meaning that you’re out and about on the floor, making sure everyone’s in line. A crowd forms in the lobby; probably lining up for pics, though heavy footsteps crawl to you like a beast awaiting you in its domain. 

Oh boy, it’s you-know-who. (Cue badass bass riff) 

You avert your gaze from the crowd that watched from beyond, only to look back to see them clearly distracted by something behind you making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked over your shoulder where the crowd was staring and found yourself locking eyes with a familiar face. You stopped in your tracks, a smirk crept up on his lips as he tilted his head cockily whilst watching your grin drop. “What’s with the look, darling? Miss me that much?“ 

You grit your teeth in annoyance, sucking in a breath as you force a smile at the taller man. Montgomery Gator, the man you’ve always hated but the only one who managed to have you shaking with nervousness over the simplest words. “You wish, Monty.” You shot back in your lowest voice to avoid the kids hearing. Monty leaned over, a hidden shadow of cockiness shrouded over your smaller form.

He could only let out a laugh, poking the inside of his cheek as he looked away from you. “Do you need something?” You ask, “politely”. “Cuz I don’t know if you could tell, but there’s other people who actually want your attention.

“Sorry, it was distracting me from your pretty face.” Good god you should’ve know some bullshit like this would start.

“So, I was wondering if..” Monty trailed on, following you on your patrol. “I could have a moment privately with you?” He looked up at you, small strands of his red covering bits of his yellow, star shaped sunglasses. 

“Why? Just tell me. If it’s something you can’t say here, then forget it.” You huffed, making eye contact with Monty.

The literal redhead was  not phased by your careless attitude. You turn away from him, kept moving forward.

You must’ve been too distracted for you to get startled by the low, fruity voice that rings in your ear.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to forget what I plan to do tonight.” You could almost feel his smirk on your ear, his hand rested on your bare shoulder as the words left his luscious lips.

Turning your head over your shoulder, your eyes met with his, and your faces were only inches away but Monty didn’t step back a single bit. “Trust me, Monty. I’d rather not hear anything from you.”

“Just meet me here before closing, and tell me, okay?” Monty took a few seconds to consider your offer as you took your hand off of his chest and worked on the cake. He wondered why you still wished to listen to him. You took the risk, even though you knew exactly what it would lead to.

The day went by slower than usual. And it was especially hard with Monty still on your mind. You hated him, with all your heart, but why? Why did he have to be…Monty? There was something special about him that you just couldn’t describe, something special that kept you attached.

Lucky enough for you, the clock striked 11 p.m. and it was just about time for the Pizzaplex to start closing.

You were wandering around the stations along Rockstar Row after helping Roxanne clean up after the last party. Saying your final goodbyes to her, you made your way over to your station that was in between Freddy and Monty’s. Monty Golf and Fazerblast, you couldn’t help but stare. 

Monty Golf’s lights then turned off, along with Roxy, Chica, and Freddy’s which meant they were now on their breaks. Sighing, you wasted no more time admiring the two stations that surrounded your station and entered yours. The one thing that caught your mind before you had entered was the buff, tall figure of Monty that leaned against the entrance of your station.

It was quite dark, and intimidatingly quiet. The main source of light was the dim glow of the large sign that displayed your name, flickering every now and then. 

You looked down at your feet as you sucked on a cherry lollipop, making sure you watched your steps as you walked down the carpeted staircase. The familiar man’s face lit up almost immediately upon seeing you enter through the entrance gates with your special card. 

He tucked his hands into his pocket and came over to you with a grin. “You actually came,” He said, his voice silvery and appealing. You walked side by side together, with your hands behind your back. “I was starting to think you left me.”

“Get to the point, Monty. What do you want?” You sucked on the sweet, red candy that rested between your index finger and thumb as you watched his tall figure lean on the wall with his arms crossed over one another.

“It’s simple,” He walked towards you. With his other hand still in his pocket, he stood in front of you and took his free hand, placing it under your chin which forced you to look at him.

“You.”

Inches away from each other yet no one dared to make a move. So you sat there, and Monty stood in between your legs, an evident bulge pressed against your hiked up skirt that was one move away from exposing your undergarments. Your wrist rested on the cold counter, the lollipop that was clad in your closed hand started to dry with how long you had stayed there.

“If you want me, then do something about it, fucking coward.” You cockily grinned, still in the tight grip of Monty as he fought the urge to kiss you right there.

Guess he wasn’t tough enough, because now your lips were pressed against his. You raised your chin slightly, trying to get his level as you wrapped an arm around his neck. Your muffled moans vibrated against Monty’s perfect lips that were nonstop devouring yours.

You wrapped a leg around his ass an attempt to pull him closer, which you did. His hands rested on the curves of your waist and at this point he was already hovering over your body that almost fully laid on the marble counter.

All was going well, but it was until you pulled away. “Don’t you think it’ll be better if we weren’t on camera?” You asked. You remembered that it’s the start of the night shift for some of the staff, and you don’t fell like get fired today; let only be on someone’s sex tape. 

“Tch, always so picky doll.”

”Better safe than sorry gator breath.” You teased. Luckily for you, you know the perfect spot.

*Cut to the Janitor’s Closet

”The hell are we gonna do here?”

”Whatever you like.” You say as you get placed on the table like a trophy. Whoever designed him, knew what they were doing- the muscles, the pure brawn that could hold and rip apart just about anything, piercing red eyes that are burn those in the midst of his gaze, and  the fangs so sharp that you’re sure it’d rip right through anyone. The whole alligator personification thing was on point with him. “Actually, I should give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

“Oh? Is that so?” 

“It is. What, you wanna try and prove me wrong babe? Be my guest.” You prosed. The man above you continues to smirk. You know he wants this. To push you until you ended up in a precarious situation. Then again, knowing Monty, he just didn’t think you had the guts. Well you did.

You smashed your lips against his. Damn they’re soft.  As you pull apart for air, you find yourself wanting more. Monty slowly lifts your arm off his shoulder and plants kisses starting from your wrist, and he stops at your elbow. What’s with the softest all of a sudden? You wrapped a leg around his ass an attempt to pull him closer, which you did. His hands rested on the curves of your waist and at this point he was already hovering over your body. The kiss grows more passionate, almost hungry.

“See? I just knew you were a slut for me.” Monty purred again, and you could feel him lining his cock up with your entrance as he spoke. 

When he’d gotten his pants down, you didn’t know. But, you didn’t much care either. 

The prep from his tongue helped, but he was still huge, and you couldn’t help whining and squirming uncomfortably as he pushed in none too gently. “I-It’s too big, take it out pl-“

Monty shoved his lips to yours, quieting you. “You’ll be fine, quit whining.” He said, but mercifully gave you a second of a break after he managed to bottom out inside you. 

It hurt when he started moving, roughly shoving himself in and out as he panted and groaned above you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to keep yourself quiet, holding on tightly to his arms while he did the same to your hips once more. 

At least he distracted you with more kisses until finally having his cock inside started to feel good. Much different than his tongue had felt, much better. The fullness that had initially been too uncomfortable to want to handle, now felt wonderful. And when he finally earned pleased noises from you again, 

“So tight. So perfect for me.” Monty groaned out his praises. God, it was too much. 

Suddenly…

“I can’t believe I let myself watch that.” A mysterious voice comes from behind you as he pulls out of you and sits down in exhaustion as you sat up and did the same. You look away from Monty and at the direction where the voice came from only to be met with the buff figure of Freddy Fazbear. 

“Freddy?..” You tilted your head and squinted your eyes, making sure you were seeing right. And you were. 

“I was watching it all, (Y/N). Never knew you were such a slut.” He degraded and walked towards your worn out body with a smirk on his face. Freddy was one of your bestest friends, and former crush, and knowing he saw you get fucked by Monty… you were speechless.

“Freddy, I’m sorry I—“ You were cut off by Freddy, he places his hand under your chin, wiping off the excess cum of Monty that landed on your face and giving it for you to lick. “You shouldn’t be sorry. Unless you won’t let me fuck you too,” He pauses.

“I’ll make sure you’re more than sorry.” You were no match against Freddy, you knew how good he was at making you flustered and it was no joke that he was much better than Monty. You breathed in, watching as Freddy made his way behind you.

”Back off FazFuck! She’s mine.” Monty growled. He was always so territorial about you, especially when it comes to Freddy being around. 

“As if someone like her would fall in love with someone as hubristic and ill-tempered as you.”

“WANNA BET THAT FUCKER?!”

You spoke before things escalated even further, worried one of them would get seriously injured.

"Easy you two, were you fighting over me?" you spoke up, the two abruptly stopped what they were doing. 

“Maybe/Perhaps…” They say in unison, eyes prying away from your naked form. You sigh,not realizing that Freddy had already taken off his pants, his cock now rubbing against your face as you opened your mouth, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you. Freddy slid his dick into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth on his large cock. 

“I miss this slutty mouth of yours..” Freddy’s chest rose up and down as he thrusted into your mouth, the visible bulge of his cock pounding deep into your throat appeared with every thrust. 

You could feel yourself having your second orgasm on Monty’s fingers as quickened his pace before taking out his fingers. Freddy threw his head back in pleasure still fucking your pretty face as he grabbed your chin. The room was filled with the sounds of your sucking on Freddy’s fat dick but it wasn’t loud enough for you to not hear the shuffling beside you. 

Still getting face fucked by Freddy, it wasn’t long till you felt Monty’s cock entering into your pussy with no warning. You moaned onto Freddy’s dick, making him push his whole length down your throat. But that wasn’t all, a few seconds after

You could almost feel your eyes crossing. Monty and Freddy were now all absolutely destroying your holes. It took a while for Monty to adjust, but Freddy was fine on his own, using your mouth like a dirty, little toy just for him.

Tears fell from both of your eyes as Freddy’s cum shot into your throat, but he didn’t stop thrusting into your poor mouth. You were already on your fifth orgasm, but they didn’t seem to be tired, not a single bit. Cum, along with saliva and your endless tears, were dripping from the corners of your mouth but Freddy didn’t do anything but laugh, not feeling a single bit of remorse for your dumb self. 

“Hello? Is someone here?” A high pitched voice called out in the darkness. Oh god. Oh god not him. Not—

“OH OH WE’RE SORRY!!! WE’RE SO SORRY!!!”

WE?

”My my, three naughty little faggots hiding in the closet. To what should be done?” 

You hear Monty huff in annoyance. “Get lost twigs. I can’t even deal with this guy.” He gestures to Freddy. 

“Do you need something, Sun? Moon?” Freddy asked politely, even though you could hear the poisonous tone in his voice. You knew it was the twins, you just wished they didn’t witness this; especially Sun, he’s too pure for—

“I want in.” That had better be Moon saying that.

”Is my dear brother insatiable~?” Nope. That was Moon. “It is fortunate for that we have time for ourselves.” Oh god, a fivesome… 

Sun and Moon both started to stripped off their clown clothes. And boy…Monty wasn’t exactly lying when he called them twigs. They were both astoundingly tall and incredibly skinny, like unhealthy skinny. Their ribs were defined beneath their skin and their ankles were thin and small. The definition of ectomorphic. Their faces were strangely handsome though, with their matching angular noses, cherubic cheeks dusted with pale, slightly shimmering freckles, and large, stunningly long dark lashes, and crooked grins. 

You found yourself tongue tied with Sun as Moon roughly groping your ass and your breasts. You moan in delight, he tasted like Lemonheads. A satisfying pop broke your kiss, you pant for air. “So pretty.” Sunrise cooed, “So cute when you look at me like that.” His long thumbs swiped a few tears off your stained cheeks. “Oh dear, you’re shaking, what’s the matter, is something wrong? Is it too much?”

”It’s obviously not enough.” 

Monty gave Sun a frown, before his gaze fell past him to you. A high-pitched “eep!” as he went from underneath Sun to sitting in his lap. Monty sat himself up with you sitting on his legs, back pressed against his large chest.

“Can’t have those two have all the fun.” he said.

Moon lay on his stomach, head propped up in one hand. He looked annoyed at having you stolen away again.  Sun quickly moved in close to Monty as Freddy propped himself against the table leg, crowding around you.

“Sharing is caring Montgomery.” Sun snides.

”You don’t plan on keeping her all to yourself?” Freddy asked.

“Better give her back soon~.” Moon growled.

Monty huffed and rolled his eyes. He hummed, the rumbling of it vibrating into your back, making you shiver. You were so pent up from Sun and Moon ministrations. Both twins’ hands ghosted over your body, reluctant to grab you again with Monty watching. ‘Course he pulled you closer before they can touch you.

“Hmph, I don’t think any of you know what you’re even doing.” Monty said to the three. “You should know to handle bitches like her.”

The twins grumbled, pulling away as Monty lifted his own hands. One wrapped over your chest, pressing firmly against his. The other traced down your body.

“Let an expert show you how it's done.” He said as his fingers slid down your waist.

Freddy and the twins were happy to sit and watch, moving back in close. Your little cloudy mind was overjoyed to have the touching return, excitement growing as Monty's fingers fell closer to centre. But then he skipped right over it, instead rubbing up and down your legs. You whined, spreading your legs just for him. Low, pleasuring vibrations rumble into your back as Monty chuckled quietly, finally slid his fingertips over your wet folds. Monty was still intent on teasing you, however, keeping away from your clit. You whined louder, frustration climbing. You’d been teased more than enough already! 

"M-Monty you fuck-k..."

You were pulled down until you were laying flat on your back, still on Monty’s long legs. Freddy's eyes lidded, hungrily watching you squirm. Indignant sounds from Moon could be heard, impatiently waiting for his turn. Sun drooled a little. God, this had been starting and stopping too many times now; you were more than ready to just get on with it!

Moon started to crawl closer to your whimpering self, a little to close for Monty's comfort. He glared at the ectomorph. 

“Hey, I called first dibs!” he clutch your waist tightly. Moon, who just shrugged one shoulder, a cat-like grin on his face, "pondered".

"Hmm...you took to long." and then he seized his chance.

He pulled your legs apart and leaned down. A warm, wet tongue rolled up your pussy, from opening to clit. Hips bucked, and Moon hummed a little laugh, holding you down as you licked him. Everyone moved in around you again, thankfully no longer fighting over you. You felt hands running through your hair and sliding all over you body. A face moved in for kisses. Long fingers traced up and down while small kisses were peppered along your arm. It was all blurring together; you couldn’t tell who was doing what. The pleasure was climbing quickly, faster than you could keep up with. It was too much. You arched and squirmed, cries falling with every breath as you writhed under them all.

A climax rushed over you. Everything went fuzzy in the best kind of way, and you panted as he slowly came back down. Moon was still licking you, though had mercifully left your sensitive clit alone. You couldn’t see anything past the blur of warm, brown, golden yellow, soft blue, and deep green. Your entire body was shivering, overly stimulated by everyone. 

“You really are sweet inside and out, dear.” Moon’s voice floated up to him.

You couldn’t even feel embarrassed by the teasing anymore, you could only lay there whimpering and totally pliant underneath all the hands and mouths on him. You felt something firm press gently against the opening, and a flutter of fear had you looking down. The others moved back a bit to let you see, and you watched Freddy’s fingers prod at you. Freddy leaned up for a quick kiss before moving back down.

“It’s alright, Superstar.” he said softly. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise alighted something in you, whining and squirming around again as the others kept you held down.

“I will be gentle with you.” he said.

You whined again, caught between wanting to deny it but also wanting more. Freddy’s fingers gently pushed inside, stretching him open. It stung a little, and Sun winced. Monty massaged your breasts, using it as a way to ease you into it.

“Relax, rockstar.” he said. “You can't quit now.”

When the fuck did Monty get softer? Rubbing off from Freddy somehow. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this humiliated and turned on at the same time! And then things just got worse - better? - because the twins joined in.

“Such a naughty girl for us.” Moon said.

“You look so beautiful underneath all of us.” Sun added .

The words were having just as much effect as Freddy’s fingers. Your entire body felt hot and smothered.

“Look at you. You’re being absolutely perfect.” Monty added. “Putting on a great little show for us.”

Freddy flexed his fingers, rubbing against the inner walls. You was already so close from the words that when Freddy curled his fingers into your sweet spot, you immediately came hard. Back arched, mouth gasping and wailing. Freddy’s fingers kept moving, Monty scratched your breasts, Sun kissed along your arms, Moon bit your neck and collarbone. You whined, high-pitched and right on the line between overstimulation and neediness. Tongue laying heavy inside your mouth, tripping the half-formed pleas that rushed past your lips. Your babbling was amusing, and you heard them laugh, saying all sorts of endearments like “cute” and “adorable” and “sweet”.

Freddy was being merciful once again by moving his fingers slowly in and out, careful not to overwhelm you too much. Everything lulled for a moment. From his place on your side, Sun leaned forward over your body as he inched closer to your centre. He took your hand, entwining their fingers. You felt Moon’s breath against your wet pussy, and shivered. He pressed little kisses over the folds before sliding his tongue across the clit. You squeaked and bucked up. The hands pressed your  hips back down. Slick practically flowed over Freddy's fingers as they worked into you. You shuddered, whimpered, and they all continued to shower praising words. The captured hand was pushed towards Suns's dick, eagerly curling against him. Your hand was held and guided into pumping motions. The dick twitching and curling around you hand with each stroke.

You tried very hard not to squeeze it as Moon lapped at his clit, Freddy thrusting his fingers in sync with him. You cried out louder and louder, his free hand scrambling for something to grab onto. Your body didn’t know if it wanted to push the sensations away or pull them closer. Your wrist was caught by a large hand and pinned down. You writhed helplessly beneath it all, eyes looking up and catching a red gaze. You felt long fingers continue to run through your now-wild hair, pulling it a little. You were going to cum again. It was climbing up to consume him. Whole body was shaking and writhing beyond control, anchored down by all the hands.

“I- I’m gon- I, ah ah! I g-ahh!” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Freddy murmured, his fingers crooking and pumping.

The term of endearment tipped you over the edge, and you felt as if his entire body was rocked by the force of his third orgasm. Your hand squeezed down on Sun’s dick, but that seemed to be a good thing, because you heard a surprised yelp and felt a rush of liquid spill over your hand. His own release was gushing out of him, pooling in the palm of Freddy’s hand and dripping between his fingers. Speaking of Freddy, he made sure you could see him as he withdrew his hand, lifting it up to his face and pressing the flat of his tongue against his palm. He licked the slick off his hand, eyes blazing down at you. Staring back, you try to breath.

You lay there for a few minutes, winding down from the high. You pulled your hand away from Sun's dick, too gone to care about the cum that coated it. The soft touches and words continued. Their fingers traced up and down your torso, arms, neck. They looked down on you like he was a gift. Like they just couldn’t get enough.

And then somehow, large hands came in and wrapped around your middle. They easily lifted you up and turned you around. Soon you were met face-to-face with Dj, you don't remember how he got in without a sound. One hand left to move down, and fabric rustled. You glanced down, and jolted at the sight below. DJ had a big dick. So big and long it was scary. There was no way that thing was fitting inside you. Your bewilderment must have been obvious, because Dj let out a quiet, laugh. 

“Easy firefly.” he said.

He then lowered you down onto his lap. Immediately the appendage sought him out. It was long enough for the tip to reach your pussy, pressing and rubbing against it. You whimpered as you were lowered onto his back. The boys were sitting on both sides, their dicks hard again. Their hands were pumping as they watched you.

The tip of DJ pushed inside, you gasped. It pumped as the larger girth squeezed down around your thigh, moving back and forth around your leg to create friction. The other four groaned as their own peaks neared quickly. DJ's dick unfurled and it began thrusting into your pussy as deep as he could go without it hurting. One hand held you by the waist to keep you rooted in place while he fucked fast and hard. You wailed and screamed, body arching and shaking. DJ rubbed against your sweet spot with each stroke. You came so hard that you thought you would pass out. You felt DJ push deep inside of him, and a huge gush of warmth filled up. It stretch your insides, and groaned as DJ gently pulled out. Once he did, the cum poured out in a stream. You panted heavily. 

God, it was too much.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You have one victory on your first day and it’s hardly that. Laufeyson and Barnes responded but it’s just more work to put on your plate. Now you have to go through and figure out how to balance it all. Well, it’s Friday and you can worry about all of that on Monday. 

You head out from the office. You have earned your prize. Drinks. And you’re not going to take it easy, even if Missie tells you to. 

You get there later than the others. You barely have enough time to get home and change out of your striped blouse. All you really did was switch out your blazer for a leather jacket. 

Georgie is nervous and glum. Her boss is taking her on an impromptu work trip. From what you’ve heard of the guy, he’s a real tool. You envy Izzie as she’s jumping out of planes instead of moping over an office desk. You’ll have to ask her how she got into that. 

Before you can put in your order for a double paloma, more tempted to just ask for a straight shot of tequila, a server appears with a tray of drinks. Ugh. You can see the sugar in the colour alone. 

“I don’t think that’s for us,” Elfie says before you can. 

“Some gentlemen sent them,” the server gestures behind her with her chin. 

She unload the tray as you strain to see the creeper buying a round for you. There’s always some loser buzzing around like a gnat. “God, I could use a tequila...” you mutter. 

“Who is that?” Rosie asks what you’re all thinking as a man waves and Dizzie waves back. You want to snatch her hand down. She can be so naive. 

“That’s my boss,” she explains and your throat locks up. You might just choke on your own damn tongue. 

You sit back down and hide your face between your hands. It can’t be but you’re certain at a glance. Dark hair, square jaw, piercing blue eyes. Did he see you too. 

“Shit, he’s with my boss!” You hiss. 

“Your boss?” Elfie leans in with concern. 

“One of them.” 

“And... is that... Mr. Rogers?” Rosie chimes. “What are the odds?” 

You lift your face and glare at her brightness. She might like her boss but you have been in hell all day. You can’t even begin to explain the shit pile you’ve been handed. Two bosses. Both eager to outdo the other’s assholery. 

“It’s so nice of them to send some drinks thought,” Dizzie says. 

Rosie agrees but Elfie has the sense to question it, “but why?” 

“I won’t deny a free drink..” Missie slurps. 

You ignore their chatter and raise your hand above the din. You signal to the server with a fraction of a smile. Fuck this apple bullshit. You need the hard stuff. 

The alcohol helps the night along but you can’t shake the presence across the bar. You’re paranoid. It’s too much of a coincidence. More so than Barnes being there but with Rosie and Dizzie’s bosses. You gues their type flock together. 

Still, you can’t quite shake it. You keep yourself to two palomas. You won’t risk making a single misstep. 

At the end of the night, you head off alone. Usually, you’d split a cab with Elfie but she left early, Georgie too. You yawn and bid goodbye to the rest. 

You dive out into the dark and tuck your hands into your pockets. The street is quiet as you step up to the curb. At this hour, it’s only cabs but you don’t see any lurking around. You head down the pavement in search of a ride. 

“Billie,” the deep timbre halts you. You blow out between your lips and turn to face Barnes. You're not surprised. 

“Mr. Barnes,” you greet. 

“Walking home alone?” He asks. 

“Trying to find a cab.” You spin back and raise your hand as a yellow car appears around the corner. 

“If you need a ride...” he offers. 

“No thank you.” You lean in as you flag the driver. He stops just a few feet away to pick up a group of guys. Shit. 

“I don’t mind.” He insists. 

You shake your head and cross your arms. You continue down the street. You don’t live that far. His footfalls echo yours. 

“You know, it wasn’t in the options but I do expect you to flash a smile or too,” he chirps as he comes parallel to you. 

“I’m not on the clock.” 

“No, you’re not. So how about another drink?” 

You scoff and stop. “I don’t mix my personal and professional life.” 

“All professional, doll. I’m just congratulating you on your new position.” He smirks as you glance over. 

“I gotta get home.” 

You walk on and he does too. You get to the corner and harrumph. You stop again. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

“With that kinda attitude, you’ll fit right in with Laufeyson.” 

You tilt your head as you consider your options. Keep going and lead him home or argue with him some more. Why can’t it just be over? 

“I can be a nice guy. You caught me on a bad day,” he says. 

“Look, I appreciate the offer, Mr. Barnes.” 

“We’re not at work. Bucky’s good.” 

“Mr. Barnes,” you repeat. “I’m tired. It was a long day, thank to you, and I need to go home and sleep. Let’s save the niceties for Monday. Please.” 

He considers you, his cheek dimpling. His blue eyes scan your grim expression. He snorts. 

“Huh, I think I misjudged you, doll.” He reaches to fix the floppy lapel of your jacket. “I really didn’t think you were that much of a tight ass. Guess I’ll just have to loosen it up.” He winks and pulls back, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Be safe,” he turns on his heels, “don’t know what kinda creeps are hanging out around here.” 

He struts back towards the bar and you glare after him. Right. You’re dreading Monday even more. 

[ofstardustanddreaming]

dating times

preference summary: what dating them is like.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: dammon, rolan, and zevlor

gender neutral reader

anon request

Dammon: Dammon is arguably one of the sweeter ones to date. He always likes to craft you something in his work area, or he likes to keep some of the trinkets that people have traded to him to give to you. Such as a weapon he knows you'll like created from a metal that someone gave him, strongest of its kind. He's a sweetheart who wants to see you smile, and will do anything he can to make sure you don't feel sad. He'll take you to his work area, showing you how he makes his tools, trying to get your mind off of what made you sad in the first place. Dating him includes surprise romantic outings as well, dates set up in the fields, giggling over the meal he packed.

Rolan: Dating Rolan can be a whirl wind of emotions. He's full of life though, and he'll take you along with him to enjoy the days together. He can be stubborn though, really trying to get his way a lot of the time. It can create riffs, but while you're both apologetic afterwards, he's the type to try and do grand gestures to show you how sorry he is. He enjoys dates out towards the inn, and he enjoys a bit of dancing if you can coax him into it, and if he's had a couple of drinks. If he even catches a hint of someone hitting on you though, it's all the chances of him punching or fighting someone over you. There's a bit of insecurity to work through on losing you to someone else, but he is very protective over you and doesn't want anyone giving you a hard time.

Zevlor: If there's one thing about Zevlor, it's that he's a confident someone to date, it was a very straightforward sort of situation in asking you to date him. He's used to being a leader, and will take a leading step in situations of romantic pursuit. He doesn't want to control any situations in a manipulative manner, obviously, but he's someone who's used to expressing his ideas and expressing his feelings to you. He leads extravagant date nights when he's not up to his head in work, and he likes to lead with ideas he thinks are fun, taking into account what you like as well. He's protective as well, with the amount of people he's stressed about looking after, it'll translate to you as well. He'll want to make sure you're okay anytime there's a fight, right after a battle he'll seek you out, looking over any injuries you may have sustained.