#yelling into the void jail for you

[vro0m]

You don't want to post the ask because you're getting cooked in your own ask box. 😏 You're satisfied with everyone disrespecting an anon, who's actually making sense, that's why you're very manipulative about what you choose to share.

So you don't want to post the link to the RESEARCH that concluded that men generally have better hand-eye coordination than women? And there's plenty more research like that one, you know. the crazy part about this is i wanted to see a woman in F1(still do, esp if she's truly competitive), but the more push-back you gave, the more I started to look into it and learned that there really ARE a lot of biological differences that really WOULD give men more of an advantage in f1. I thought the difference was just testosterone, which is why you never see male and female runners, swimmers, MMA fighters, athletes in general, compete against one another.

But apparently, it's so much more than just the ability to build muscle mass. Spatial awareness, hand eye coordination are the cornerstone of F1 driving(many sports, tbh), and anyone who could have a weaker set of either skill is is at a huge disadvantage. I acknowledge that this skill can be developed, but would it be enough if biology is driving the disparity? You don't find it weird that Danica Patrick is celebrated the way she is, but only won a single race her entire career? If she raced against only women, she would be like the Dale Earnhardt Jr or Lewis Hamilton of the sport. Or, for a more accurate reference, she would be the Serena Williams of her sport. Instead of fighting to include women in a male-dominated sport, where they could be at a disadvantage, what if WOMEN supported women in f1a the same way they support men in F1, yourself included? But you don't want to because you'd rather be a part of something that's already established, instead of helping women build something that puts them at the center. 🤷‍♀️

You'll never post this because this is an extremely fair point and you're just as much of a sexist as the men you accuse. Having a different set of abilities does NOT make you weaker and worse off. I'm sorry you've internalized this mentality, while appearing to support women. 😒

Sure honey.

[ambiguousgrass]

I've made ten original posts in the past 24 hours. time to log off for six months.(/j)

[thebluejoker]

SHARING A ROOM WITH THEM

WARNINGS: No NSFW, SFW ONLY

TAGS: Teasing, feeling a little bit guilty, fluff

SHIP: Jax x reader, Ragatha x reader

JAX

It's his fault

He decided to sneak into your room and leave some spiders there

Yeah, he knew you were afraid of them, that's kinda the point

He expected some screams, yells and frustration

What he didn't expect, was you not entering your room after finding out about the spiders

You REFUSED to go to sleep or even be near your door

Caine was somewhere else so he couldn't help you with the bugs

Ragatha isn't fan of bugs as well, so she politely declined your offer to get rid of them

She could take you into her room, but she wouldn't leave Jax with a punishment

And his punishment was you sad, right?

He wasn't satisfied with the news

I mean, yeah he pranked you, so what?

"Get over it, kid. You're not spending this night in my room"

He said and turned away to leave

He would eventually leave, if Ragatha didn't threatened to push him into the void

It sounded more like a promise by the way

So, later on, you were in his room, standing with a pillow and blanket that Ragatha gave you

She prayed for you as well

Jax, without hesitation, told you to sleep on the floor

There was only one bed and it was his only

As always, he expected you to be mad or upset

"Alright"

You said and seriously laid down on the floor, covering yourself up with the warm blanket and nuzzling into the pillow

That did surprise Jax

You didn't want to be near him so bad that you just went along with sleeping on the floor?

So easily???

WITHOUT SAYING A WORD???????

Nah, that cracked his ego

Yeah, he's an asshole, but not that bad one that you just sleep on the floor, without even looking bothered by it

Eventually he just dragged you into the bed

And I mean, DRAGGED

You refused to go into his bed, your literally fighted for your life, self-love and ego

But that purple bitch is taller and stronger than you even though he looks like a damn stick

He didn't just dragged you into his bed cause his ego was slightly cracked, but also cause he wanted to test a new way of teasing

He wrapped his arms around you

Yeah, it seems to sound romantic, but it was more like he was keeping you in jail

"You leave and I put a spider in your mouth"

You immediately stop fighting and just laid there, hoping that he was joking

The night started to get darker and deeper

But that doesn't mean he stopped talking

Or rather teasing

"I can hear you heartbeat getting quicker, crybaby"

He couldn't

You were the one pressed against his chest

In fact, his heartbeat was quicker than usual

He would never admit it, but it was the best night of his life here

You on other side couldn't sleep, thinking of how he would put a spider in your mouth

By the way, after that he putted bugs into your room more often

RAGATHA

Oh, you both were having a sleepover

After you appeared in the amazing digital circus, you both quickly got along

You were good friends

Spending time with each other everyday

Eating lunch, dinner, dinner, breakfast, dinner, lunch together don't know what time it is, so..

Joking together

Hating Jax together

Being afraid of centipedes together

So, no wonder you came up with an idea to have a sleepover

You seemed to be very excited

While Ragatha too, but she felt nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with you

Not like she didn't wanted it

In fact, she wanted it very much

But it was quite embarrassing and it made her doll heart race

At the beginning, you both gossiped

Guess about who

You both also laughed like horses, interrupting everyone else sleep

You also tried to make her hair, but it was quite impossible

It was all good and nice until you both were tired if it's even possible in Digital circus

It was time for sleep

When you both laid down together, Ragatha thought she would "die"

You on the other side immediately fell asleep, feeling really comfortable

She's a soft toy after all

Ragatha couldn't sleep

Or move

Not sure if breath

She was afraid to wake you up

"They looks so cute.."

[novasdarling]

Hii🌹can i ask "It’s so dangerous out there. Can’t you see that?"

with yandere Chrollo please? Thanks🌹

HEHEHEHE this motherfucker would. He's delusional in the scheme of him being like "Yeah my darling is better than me than anywhere else." but also he knows it's just a lie he makes so he doesn't feel too ad when you cry about being with him

Dangerous Out There

TW: Kidnapping, Yandere Behaviour, Mentions of death, Mentions of punishment

The walls were plain and cold. Made of old cement bricks, leaving little room for any warmth or comfort. Any feelings sparking joy or tenderness were missing. Cold, bland, cruel. This jail cell represented the jailkeeper well. A void of happiness and delight was exactly what Chrollo was. Just this blackhole that took and took, destroying everything it touched and devoured.

However, no amount of sadness or begging changed his mind. Nothing let him declaw himself from you. No matter how much you begged these last few weeks, he refused to let go. Rather it seemed like your tears and pleas just made him dig deeper. Made him pull you closer to him, made him add more locks to the doors and windows. Like the more you begged and craved for freedom, the more he held onto you. The more he denied it. The more he felt like he needed to keep you locked away, keep you hidden. But you couldn't help the hope that pooled inside you. Hoping your begging would chip away at him. Make any sort of difference, cause him to feel any kind of remorse and let you go. A hope you would always hold onto.

Chrollo had made his way into the living room. Standing in the doorway, observing from behind as you watched one of the few movies he had provided when he first took you. You could recite it line by line.

"I know you're there."

"Your senses are getting better. Before you wouldn't have noticed me until you could see me."

Chrollo made his way forward, kneeling in front of you. Placing himself between your legs. It made your skin itch. You didn't give him an answer, even as he waited there. Starring up at you. You ignored him. Starring at the dumb movie in front of you. His hands squeezed your thighs.

"Most people say thank you after a compliment."

"Most people don't kidnap."

Chrollo laughed. Finding your response humorous. He always found your rebuttal funny and pleasant. Making it clear he enjoyed the bit of resistance you had. The wit that came with it. Your snappy remarks. It was fun for him, as long as you never went too far.

"Touché." Chrollo rubbed his knuckles over your cheek.

"Don't touch me."

Flinching away, you pushed him. Trying to create some distance from him. Trying to get the man you hated as far away as possible. He tried again, lifting his knuckles up to caress you, but you moved again. Denying him what he wanted twice.

"Enough."

He grabbed your arms. Trying to keep you still. Keeping himself between your legs and you caged.

"Let me go."

Chrollo held on. Dismissing your words as he wrestled you still.

"I want to go home."

Tears were forming in your eyes. You hated this, hated this man. Despised everything about all of this. How the hell did a charming stranger you bumped into one day turn into the man who was holding you captive? A man that killed and hurt people to get you. A man who had no boundaries.

"Let me go. I just want to go back. P-please. I won't tell anyone. I-I promise. I want to-"

"Stop it. Stop it now."

"Go to hell."

You lashed and kicked at him. Trying to get him away. Trying to make him let go. To understand just how much you hated him. How much you wanted him dead. That this wasn't home. That he wasn't what you wanted.

"I said stop it. Listen to me." Chrollo was raising his voice at you. Not yelling, but still enough to try to demand you listen to him. "Listen to me, just listen sweetheart." One hand now held both of your arms as the other made its way to hold your face still. Forcing you to look at him. "I'm trying to help you, my dear. Trying to keep you safe. It’s so dangerous out there. Can’t you see that? Can't you see understand?"

He sounded angry yet, worried. It was a lesson he was trying to push into your mind. Trying to teach you with him was better than elsewhere. Yet, even as his words sounded sincere. You couldn't help, but laugh at him. Laugh at his words. Dangerous? The danger out there? He was fucking deranged. Worse than you thought.

"Whatever is out there, sure as hell can't be worse than being here with you."

Leaning in, close to his face so he could hear your words. Understand what you were saying. Understanding you meant it. That you would rather be out there with whatever he was worried about than with the monster that was pretending to be your saviour.

The look on Chrollo's face had changed. Like he was hurt and angry. Disappointed by your words. You knew that look, you had hurt his little fantasy. Ruined the image of him being your little hero. The look that meant your behaviour needed to be "corrected". That your wit and back talk had crossed the line.

"Seems like you need some reminding why you're here."

"What, another couple of days locked in the closet? I'll take that if it means being away from you." You spat in his face with the last sentence. Showing him you were genuine.

"See, I was thinking something different." Chrollo grabbed your upper arm. Pulling you up and making you follow him. "If you think I'm such a monster, perhaps I should leave you alone with a colleague of mine. Someone who doesn't care about your safety. Someone who doesn't love you like I do. Remember Feitan?"

You had made the worse mistake since he had taken you. Not only had you been resistant to him, but you had made him the enemy. Not just in the scheme of kidnapping, but in the idea of being with him. You told him how you saw him. Now he was going to correct it. Make you see what is worse than him when there is no love to give.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

Let death be kinder than any x-men

Logan howlett x reader

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ERRRRM I WOULD SAY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS BUT WERE IN DAYS OF FUTURE PAST🦅😃

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Warnings: I still don't know 😭 the reader makes a massive mistake. Idek if this is how xaviers powers work but wtv. Major Canon divergence. 🎶 represents when Charles is talking to reader in their head.

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I know that sometimes I ask for too much sometimes. And I think today I did. It really does depend on how you define mistakes.

I knew Charles would help me. How did I know that the 21 year old version of my old professor 60 years in the future would help me? Because I just knew Charles Xavier like that.

"You want me to what?" He scratched his jaw.

"I want you to get inside logan's head and tell me what he's thinking of," I gulped and leant against the wall.

I could only tell that this would have consequences beyond my understanding. Beyond perhaps what anyone could really understand.

"I can try. I would ask why you need this, but I already know," he grinned with his lips high to his nose.

I scoffed a laugh and looked out into the city through the trees. Dark lights and fireflies. Night-time and fireworks. Onyx that encased sparks of all colours.

"So you'll help me?"

"Of course I will. What else do have to do in this damn world?"

-

🧠

There was this one time at the mansion when I punched Scott summers in the mouth for telling Logan he was a coward. I let him drip blood on the floor and make noises of pain as he held his painful jaw that would be bruised and red by tomorrow.

"Don't you ever fucking say that shit again"

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It was a warm night, though still cool enough for a bonfire. Even though we were supposed to be in the middle of a fight with the sister of the man, I was sitting beside and saving the other mutants, we had collectively agreed, Wade and I, that a night to sit here wouldn't hurt. And convincing Logan was not easy, but he pulled through with an offer of whiskey.

After a while, Wade passed out, and Charles was minding his own business on the grass, when we asked what he was up to he replied 'I'm on the phone' but he had no phone in sight, and it took Logan a few seconds to realise.

I didn't know what to say to Logan. I didn't feel like saying anything or if anything would even work. He probably doesn't want to say anything either. After our altercation in the void, I didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. I wanted to ask about it, but I was afraid his answer would be exactly as I thought.

"I didn't mean it" he said suddenly "what I said in the void, I didn't mean it"

It had genuinely shook me that he was first to bring it up.

"Oh," I said. "I was gonna ask you what happened, but I wasn't sure if anytime was going to be right"

Logan chuckled. For an unknown reason, he just did and sipped his drink. "Anytime after I die is perfect for these kinds of things"

I tried to smile and act like I was cool but in reality I was dying inside. I was screaming kicking and crying and throwing up and tearing adamantium bars off jail cells.

"I don't know what came over me," he admitted. "The truth is in my universe my wife was experimented on by scientists. Fuckin mad men"

I couldn't tell in the light, mostly because I wasn't looking at him but I could hear it. He started to tear up. I could hear the tightness in his throat, the strain on his voice.

"And-" He stuttered.

"And do you know what the worst part is?"

I don't.

I should. I feel like I should. But I shouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to know. Or did I?

🎶 "You do"

"What's the worst part Logan?"

"They did it right in front of me. Right in fuckin front of me!" He lurched forward and slashed one of the trees, causing it to fall in threes.

He panted. Growled. Boiled with rage that set the ground alight in metaphorical fire. Raging flames, like wildfire. Upset and grief that acted fuel.

"It's not your fault, logan" I said softly

"BUT IT IS!" He yelled back at me.

He put his claws away and sighed, looking away for a moment to catch his breath "I'm sorry"

"It's alright" I replied

Logan rubbed his face "Let's call it a truce. I swear I won't try to turn you into shredded meat again" he held out his hand.

"Sure. No shredded meat" I put my hand in his, shaking it.

They were fucking hairy and calloused. And heavy. Maybe the world's manliest hands. And veiniest. Fuck what am I doing?

"No shredded meat" he repeated

And we both laughed

[dyrewrites]

So much garbage about word usage to appease corporate overlords and I am absolutely going to sound like an old lady yelling into the void, because I am, but I don't think censorship is necessary or helpful for anyone.

In any media.

We don't need it.

Sanitation is not something one should be applying to art, or news, or history.

Options to avoid things we don't want to see?

Yes. Absolutely. More of that please.

Taking all of the "bad" out of everything so there's no chance we'll ever see it or question it or know that it exists?

No, straight to jail with you.

[plscallmeeren]

P E R S O N A L

Jessica Jones x Reader

Request: Dragonsw

Summary: you're a natural born fighter (martial arts, fire manipulation) who fought for money and enlisted in SHIELD to avoid jail, then got kicked out again. You now reside in Hell's Kitchen and meet Jessica by chance in a bar... where certain individuals are looking to cause trouble

Warnings: Swearing; violence; intentions of sexual assault but nothing happens; insinuations; unedited

Word Count: 2K+

Jessica Jones sat in her usual spot. Her usual bar. Her usual bartender. Her usual silence, peace, quiet. Her usual white noise, if you will.

Of course, a variation of elements was rendered unrecognizable from one visit to the next, let alone the customers who hadn't been visiting the same place for at least thirty years. Or since their wife made them move because their old place 'just wasn't a good family area'. They had been raised there just fine, thank you very much. Born and raised and intending to stay, but unfortunately some people loved their wives or had simply made the mistake of exchanging favor for acquiescence.

The mournful bell over the door chimed, its stained glass triangles dipping away to reveal you, handsome you, to someone too preoccupied with why the locals were local to realise she was staring.

How couldn't she? Jessica knew what looks were. She'd seen them around. Easy on the eyes. Lean muscle, humble anatomy that curved like a coy smile under dark long sleeves. But pretty wasn't perfect - she knew that as well as anyone. Pretty, if anything, was often arrogant, and arrogant raised bad kids. They too tended to stay, unless forced to be otherwise.

But you didn't come. You didn't sit down next to her and prop up a carefully calculated arm and smirk like you knew where this would end and so should she - no, you barely glanced in her direction.

One beer, one booth, and you were seated, sipping sporadically. Watching, closed eyes, not waiting, not wallowing in the void of a phone. Just sitting. Enjoying your spot, your silence, peace, white noise.

She couldn't look away.

She couldn't stay silent.

She couldn't be at peace.

"Out of everything on the menu - beer?" she inquired loudly, catching your attention immediately. After all, she only had Old Timmy's rambling murmurs to compete with.

"What can I say, they were out of orange juice," you replied, not opening your eyes. She decided that if only one thing could happen tonight, it would be that you look at her. Properly. Fully at peace.

Jessica chuckled. "What, can't handle the hard shit?"

"Sure, just - I don't know if you've tried it recently, but it tastes fucking disgusting."

"Doesn't matter if you want the full effect," she quipped, leaning back in her adjacent booth with an unexplained smile.

"I only hope I'm not someone who needs the full effect so desperately." You looked at her with eyes that dragged the weak in.

"What, like me?"

A moment of silence she spontaneously regretted.

"I dunno. Guess it's fair to need a little support once in a while. Timmy wouldn't last long without dear barkeep, I expect," you nodded at the elderly man at the counter.

"You know Timmy? If you come so often, why don't I know you?"

"What, you'd notice me?" you teased, and she felt like slapping the blush off her face.

"Answer the goddamn question."

"Well, first of all, you don't need to be around much to know Old Timmy," you paused to make sure that point had come across before continuing, "and I come every Thursday. That not suit your schedule?"

"It's true. I have violin practice that day." You laughed loudly. She wanted you to do it again.

The bell over the door rang loudly, announcing the five newcomers at the top of its lungs.

"Hey, man, why don't you get me and my friends some drinks?" one of the men yelled across the counter. The barman only shook his head, pulling out whatever he assumed people wanted when they didn't specify.

"I'd take any screeching violin over this," you said snidely as the guys continued to yell ideas and comments at each other.

"Where'd ya go, Mark? Still scared of a little vodka after ol' Fanny?" The group guffawed at whatever inside joke the broad man with uneven stubble had mentioned.

Jessica nodded at you, meeting some mutual understanding that it wasn't worth trying to talk over them.

A couple of them staggered over to a booth once they had downed their respective shots, another two still leaning against the bar.

One, apparently Mark, approached Jessica's booth instead. She didn't miss the way your eyes remained on the obviously drunken youth.

"Hey pretty lady," he drawled, "you wanna get outta here? I know a nice place downtown..."

"Not if you paid me," she cut him off curtly, sipping at her tequila.

"I could pay you, y'know. Pretty thing like you'd be worth a pretty sum." He grinned, displaying murky teeth, looking plainly proud of himself.

"You're getting repetitive," Jessica laughed, but now the attention of almost everyone in the place was on the interaction. Mark noticed, it seemed, for where he may have otherwise walked away, he couldn't let this happen under carefully watchful eyes. The barkeeper had disappeared into a backroom, and Timmy was slowly teetering over the threshold with a little encouragement.

Mark's eyes darkened as he looked at Jessica. "Get out," he said simply, looking at you for a moment.

You didn't move, didn't even look at him as you sipped further at your beer.

"You got a hearing problem, Bruce Lee? Get out!"

Still, nothing.

Jessica couldn't help but be irritated. She could take all of those guys out easily - why couldn't you just go? Of course you didn't know, but any normal person would just... "Just do what he says," she exclaims out loud, scoffing at the insinuations the men make through hands and laughs.

"I'm not done with my beer," you said simply. Her annoyance grew.

Mark huffed loudly, and Jessica could have sworn she saw the glint of metal as he approached you, but just as realization set in, he was next to you, it was too late-

You grabbed his wrist before he could stab you with the knife, twisting it so that he would let go. In his moment of confusion, you rammed the blade into his hand, kicking him away for good measure.

Jessica stared at you in awe and bewilderment, but not for long. Commotion broke out all around as Mark started shouting and whining about his hand.

She took advantage of their joint panic, kicking the guy approaching her now with so much force that he slammed against the opposite wall of the room.

She tackled another, struggling to ignore your own fighting skills. It would have been hard to track your hands, feet as they whirled around your opponents' heads gracefully, pressing the heel of your palm into the right places just after... was that fire...?

The barkeeper emerged frantically from the back upon hearing the excitement, though by the time he was in your midst all five guys were already lying on the ground.

You pulled a loose 20-dollar note out of your pocket, handing it to the man. "For the mess and the beer," you said simply, walking away. The barkeeper only stared at his hand, however, apparently undecided as to whether he should call the police or just haul the men outside after the unnerving experience.

"Hey!" Jessica called, running out after you. She should have known something was off about you. How hadn't she noticed?

You turned around, almost making her stop in her tracks. There was something so refined, maybe dignified, in the way you moved...

"What was that?"

You only looked at her, eyebrows raised, in need of elaboration.

"I had that handled, why did you escalate?" she yelled, still pulling on her leather jacket.

"I wanted a drink, I had a drink."

"So you don't think it's reckless to put everything on the line for half a glass of beer?"

She could feel herself drowning if she looked you in the eye much longer, tried to concentrate or grasp onto any other part of your face, but they were only the outer rim of the vortex.

"Of course it's reckless, but in case you hadn't noticed, I can take care of myself. I know now I had nothing to worry about, but forgive me for doubting a single person I just met could take on five big guys," you countered, not raising your voice even as your tone changed.

You were struggling to be irritated as well. Her expression was hard, but you could still see the fine lines that, when tweaked just a little, would gaze softly like before. She was guarded, yes, but you had no trouble discerning that there was definitely something there worth guarding.

You hadn't realised you were still walking side by side until she stopped you, fingers around your arm, and you never wanted to be free of those five prints of warmth on your skin, even divided by your sleeve.

"What if there had been guns?"

"Result would have been the same."

Who are you?, she thought desperately, trying to remember some fire-weaponizing fighter who lived in the area and was free on Thursday evenings.

"How did you burn that guy?"

"How did you throw a guy across the room?"

"Personal," she answered defensively.

"Personal," you agreed.

Jessica could respect that, but it still didn't explain...

"Were you trying to impress me? Is that it? A quick way to get in bed with me?" Ironically, she was leaning closer and closer towards you, a mere breath away from your body as she glared.

She had met plenty of that kind; who wanted a hookup, and so did she, and nothing ever came of it because it had only been inspired by one accidental glance at a pretty woman in a club. That was fine. But if that was all you were, she would find it intolerably frustrating.

But she accepted it; she leaned in further, on her toes, her lips at the perfect point to indulge the slant of your neck-

You backed away gently, looking mildly insulted but otherwise unaffected. "No, some assholes came into a bar and forced my hand. That's all." You walked on, but this time she didn't follow.

"I didn't need your help!" she cried, hating that she sounded so childish.

"Just because you can take something on, doesn't mean you have to. Also, I think that's the first thing you've said to me tonight that wasn't a question." You smirked, turning and stopping after all. Before she knew it a business card was flung in her direction, which she caught with ease. "If you're ever in a jam even you can't handle - or don't want to handle - give me a call. Always looking to keep my skills sharp."

You walked again, but again she stormed up to you, fiery determination mirrored in the glint of her eyes. She handed you a card also. "I'm a private investigator. Always happy to make some money."

You chuckled, a rumbling sound that emanated from deep within your chest. "Thank you, Miss Jones," you read from the card. "Have a good night."

You turned for the last time that night, striding along the sidewalk as if you had all the time in the world. She stared. There hadn't been many occasions where she was the one chasing after someone time and time again.

She had liked your voice.

She held onto that specific thing, because if she let herself contemplate beyond, she would be sucked in yet again. Just your voice.

Maybe she should have picked something else, however, because during sleepless nights or when among distant thoughts, nothing carries as clearly as a familiar voice.

Perhaps she would see you again. Probably not, but perhaps.

And with that thought, she wandered along her own streets, away from where things had almost become personal.

[venuscrashed]

Star Soup

I wanted to try out the oc thing so here…

No pronouns used but intended as gn!reader

Surrounding by stars and the void you looked back at your first encounter with him.

Your family and you were in the hospital. You all surrounded the hospital bed of your mother. She laid there with tears in her eyes as your father quietly yelled at her. He was berating her, calling her names and blaming her if he gets caught.

“You goddamn idiot. If my business gets investigated by the goddamn police I will beat you.” He spit harshly in his thick country accent. “All cause you couldn’t watch what you eat. You fat pig. Telling everyone where my stash is!”

She cried and pleaded with him. Begging for her life, begging to be forgiven. She truly didn’t want her husband to go to jail, let alone beat her. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed through tears. “I mean it! I didn’t know. I’ll check next time.”

“Next time? Next time!” Your father yelled.

“Leave her alone! She didn’t know.” You yelled at him pulling him away from your mother. Only for you to regret it as he turned towards you. “I’m-“ before you could finish you heard a slapping sound. Your face burned, he started to yell but your fight or flight instinct kicked in.

Your feet started to move and soon you were running out of the hospital. Behind you, you could hear the sounds of your father yelling. You ran into the forest, the trees surrounding you.

“Let me get off of this damn planet!” Only you fell deeper into it. You screamed as you fell to the floor. Scraps and blood was on your knees, soaking through your pants. The sound of the forest grew as nature came to life at night. The darkness surrounded you, engulfing you in it as a comfort blanket but only gave you fear. Looking up at the sky as a pale blue light blinded you. “God?”

The light above you began to grow. Within it another source of light was born. Rocks and pebbles began to float as gravity was turned off. Soon pieces of the ufo came into view. It glowed and tony sources of light illuminated its silhouette.

The ufo lowered to the point where it was only hovering above the trees. Your hair started to float and soon you were lifted up off the ground. The sound of the ufo engine cut of your screams. The bright light blinded you as you floated closer.

Animals and people watched as your kidnapping took place. News cameras and phones were videoing it. None daring to help you. Your father stood there with his mouth opened, his business won’t get investigated now. Your siblings and mother watched from the window. Your mothers scream grew louder, unknowing to you.

You fell onto the cold, hard floor. The room was blinding with different colored lights painting it. Footsteps could be heard as they came closer to you.

“Captain! You were successfully,” an eager, young voice yelled.

Murmurs was heard around the room but by the time your eyes adjusted someone was in front of you. A man was crouching in front of you. His electric blue hair covered parts of his hair but from what you can tell he was handsome. His hand reached out to your shoulder and his lips were moving.

He violently shook you, then his voice made way to your head. “Hey!”

“Huh?” You stared at him as he chuckled lowly. His soft smile quickly faded to a stone cold look, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you okay? We didn’t mean to scare you but you looked like you needed us.” He gestured to the rest of the crew as they stood there. One awkwardly wave before they ran down the hall behind them. Two fingers were placed on your chin as the man in front of you checked you over.

“Ma, Kyla,” he firmly said while two woman turned towards him. “Go to the infirmary and get rid of these injuries. Have SiR check for further problems internally.” He turned back towards you and lifted you off of the ground. “I’m Vetex, glad to me you!” His hand sat there in the air as you stared at it, “shouldn’t you shake it?”

“What? Oh yea! Sorry.”

An older woman took you by the arm and lead you down the hall. Looking back, you saw Vetex command the whole ship.

A tall woman popped into your view as she bashfully smiled. “Hi there! I’m Kyla, I’m the nurse in training.”

“Training?” You whispered as you studied the ship.

“Yup. That over there is Ma. She’s like the mom of the group and is the human nurse.” Kyla saw the fear in your eyes as she laughed and grabbed your other arm. “Don’t worry. SiR is the robot nurse. You know? Safety Robot.”

Her tone made it hard to understand if she was nice or not. It was on the brink of teasing and teaching, country accents.

Two doors separated and a room filled with medical technology. A robot that imitated a male with both his looks and demeanor watched as the three of you walked in. The medical instruments started up with a beep and soon you were being scanned. The robotic hand let out a green light while in another computer your health was being transported.

“Healthy,” SiR had said in a robotic voice.

“See SiR is the nurse cause he’s like programmed for that.”

SiR grabbed your arm and stuck five needles in it. You let out a gasp of pain as he turned away.

“But we have the Ma cause she understand pain. Cause you know that happens.” Kyla smiled before pulling you towards a table. “Get on there. Ma will clean those cuts.”

Looking around you saw all three of the nurses, or two and one training, be in their natural environment. “When can I go home?” Your voice was groggy and sounded hoarse due to your crying. You internally yelled at yourself for being so pathetic.

Ma placed down a bowl and a box next to you. She wore a sympathetic smile and started to clean your cuts. “You’re not going home. You’re apart of us now. Apart of our family.” She squeezed your hand in an attempt to comfort and you would be lying if you said it didn’t help.

“But why?” God, you hated how your voiced came out pathetic. It was irritating despite the fact you just got kidnapped.

“You’re one of us! And we stick together,” Kyla yelled as she was practically jumping up and down. “We were all livin a bad life before we came here. Space changed the way we were. And boy I don’t regret it.”

In the background, pans and metal objects could be heard falling. Kyla groaned while running, screaming something about SiR crashing again. Ma had finish up cleaning your cuts and she gave the softest smile you had ever received. She patted your back before getting up to leave.

You swung you feet back and forth as the ship gained speed. Slowly everything began to lift off of the surfaces. Gravity was being slowly lost until it all fell back down again. A window sat high up the wall, showing the stars running by. Earth grew smaller and smaller until it blended in with the rest of the stars.

“Space. Who would have thought?”

“Certainly not me.” The voice of the captain caused you to jump. Your pupils dilated as he moved closer. He watched as you scooted away, how your hands were shaking but your eyes told a different story.

“Vetex? I mean captain!”

“Vertex is fine. Although don’t tell anyone else that you could call me that.” He winked and gave a sly smile.

“Shouldn’t you be driving the ship?”

He hummed, staring at the wall. For a couple of moments nothing had happen until he grabbed your arm. He quickly pulled you into the hallway before the nurses could see.

“Captain? I mean Vetex.”

“My co pilot is driving. He’s got it, went to flight school or something.”

He went down several different hallways. Making lefts and tights while picking up the pace. The ship was a lot bigger than originally thought, but it seems everyone knows where everything is. Truly like a home.

He finally stopped in front of two metal doors. They slide open and reveled a grand kitchen. No one was in it but it was freshly cleaned. I’m t was made of crystal like material. Fresh ingredients sat out in the counter.

Vetex had moved to a door in the wall. He pulled out a magenta box and went straight to the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked lowly while slowly walking towards him.

“I’m making star soup. My mom would make it for me when I was sad.”

“I’m not sad though.”

He turned his head towards. Looking you up and down before going back to cooking. The pot was heated up and the soup was dumped in. The place smelled comforting, a different childhood then the one you had.

“Go sit down. The soup will be done soon.”

There was an eating area connected to the kitchen. A small table sat in front of a glass wall. Now you could tell that you left your far from earth. It seems that the ship is leaving the galaxy.

A bowl was slammed down in front of you. Vertex smiled as he sat on the other side of the table.

You stared down at the soup. It didn’t look to be poison nor disgusting. It seemed to be regular soup.

He watched as you slowly took a bite. His smile grew bigger as you ate more. Vertex raised his hand and cupped your face. He pushed back a strand of hair before pulling your chin closer to his. He stared into your eyes as you felt his breath on your face.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” he whispered before letting you go.

You say they’re frozen, “What? Keep me?”

“Yup, originally we were going to sell you but I like you. So your mine now.”

“Sell me?” Sell you? Alarms were set off in your head. This was clearly not right.

You bolted out of the room causing your chair to fall down. You ran down the hall trying to run away. There could be smaller ships attached, you thought to yourself. Maybe we weren’t that far from Earth?

Finally you found a door leading to ships. There were rows of smaller ships. Some looked ready for war while others look liked oranges.

Freedom was at your feet before you were pulled back. Vetex somehow caught up to you, he seemed tired. His face held no expression as you thrashed around in his arms.

“Let me go!” You demanded. Trying to bite or scratch him but he wouldn’t budge. He was dragging you to a room that you didn’t want to stick around to see.

“I said you were mine,” he threw you into a room. It had a bed with decorative trophies. “Why should I let you go?” He crouched in front of you. His hand grabbed your chin as he stared at you with a bored expression. He brought a knife out, tracing it along your face. Here and there he would press it harder so that blood was dripping.

You cried, begging to be let go but he didn’t care. He locked your wrist with a metal gadget. It linked up to his own and you could see all your information on it. Your vitals and location were in bright red as he looked back at you.

“You’re never going to leave. I’ll make sure of that.”

[oliverreedmasterass]

The One Where They Play Monopoly

It was an HONOR to collaborate with the @jmkho​ on this crackfic!! I love our little unhinged corner of the internet 

Summary: On a slow day, GVF decides to play a friendly game of Monopoly that winds up being anything but that

Words: 1500 

warnings: drugs, language, just really poor sportsmanship

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It was a slow day in Nashville, Tennessee, and the guys all found themselves agreeing that they had nothing better to do than engage in a friendly game of Monopoly. 

“Nothing better than a little competitive capitalism,” Jake chuckled as he took a seat on the carpeted floor, resting his elbows up on Danny’s coffee table. Danny joined them with the game box that he had stolen from his parent’s house and set it in the center of the table. Sam lurched forward, nearly knocking his drink over, and curled his fingers around the box, a crazed look in his eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Danny raised his voice in shock. 

"I should get the dog!" Sam yelled as he vigorously shook the box open.

Jake pulled a face. "Why?

Sam whipped his head around to look at him, "Because I have a dog." As if that made him the automatic player of the dog piece. He wouldn't budge either so he got it. Josh wound up with the wheelbarrow and Danny got the car. 

All that was left was the thimble.

Jake held it between his fingers with a confused look. "Wasn’t there a ship or a shoe or something? Why do I get the boring one?"

Sam started laying out the board on the table. "I lost the others."

Danny gave Sam a quizzical look since it was his board game, but he decided to shrug it off. It was probably for the best that he didn’t pry Sam for answers, because Sam would have had to fess up that he had actually swallowed down the other playing pieces during a playdate with Danny 15 years earlier. The ship and shoe belonged to the ocean now. 

As they got settled, Danny cleared his throat and reminded them all, "It's just a game. No fighting, no arguing, and no flipping the board, got it?" They all agreed.

GODDAMMIT!" Sam grit his teeth twenty minutes later as he gripped the edge of the board and tried with all his strength to flip the damn thing.

Everyone else slapped their hands down to keep the board flat, their faces void of emotion as it was his twelfth attempt to knock the board to the floor.

Everything was going to shit for Sam: he was bankrupt, he'd been to jail a lot (but not as much as Josh who was practically living there), and Danny had snagged the Boardwalk before he could. 

All in all, Sam had enough.

"Will you stop that?" Josh asked his younger brother after threw himself back on the couch in frustration. "It's just a game." Met by Sam’s silence, Josh's hands went from keeping the board flat to counting the fake money in his grip. All $8 dollars of it.

"You're in jail AGAIN. You should be pissed off too." Sam folded his arms, leaning back in his chair.

Josh shrugged. "Meh, I don't care." He was weirdly eyeing the paper money in his hand, as if an idea had just struck him. 

Sam scoffed. No one understood how devastating it was for him to be losing Monopoly by so much. He was over the entire game, even if he had been the one to suggest that they play it in the first place. He really regretted exclaiming, “It would be fun!” earlier. What they were doing was anything but fun. 

In comparison to Sam’s tantrum and Josh’s long-term stay in jail, Danny and Jake were heavily invested in the game. Their eyes were glued to the board so no distractions from Sam could interfere with their game, taking turns rolling the dice and strategically making investments and planting houses. For anyone who understood and respected the game of Monopoly, they were playing a really tight game. It was invigorating. 

“Sam, your turn,” Jake said, not breaking eye contact with the board. Because Sam believed in second chances, he decided to grab the dice and give them his best roll. 

“Hm, a community card,” he announced, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Maybe I’ll get to go past go and collect $200?” He flipped the card over from the deck and, in a microsecond his face fell from an eager grin to an all-out scowl. “NAH AH!” he hollered, jumping back to his feet and latching onto the board. As if it was routine at that point, Danny, Jake, and Josh all rested their elbows on the board so it wasn’t going anywhere. Sam grumbled something to himself while staring daggers at the board. “I’m getting some fresh air,” he said louder, stomping out of the room. 

“Your turn,” Jake told Danny, not reacting to anything that had just happened. 

Josh looked between his twin and Danny and noted that they were in the zone. Taking advantage of that, he reached over Jake’s arms and snagged a handful of Monopoly money from the bank that he was guarding. 

“I’m gonna get some air too,” Josh quickly excused himself. 

“They don’t understand that Monopoly is all about the long game,” Danny commented once Josh left the room. 

“They wouldn’t last a day on Wall Street,” Jake agreed. 

Outside, Josh plopped on the front door step and retrieved the wad of Monopoly money that he had stolen. In his other pocket, he grabbed his Zippo lighter and a bag of grass. 

“The pink bill must be strawberry flavored,” he said to himself as he laid out a $5 bill on the step and sprinkled some weed over the Monopoly man’s face. Humming a little tune, Josh rolled himself a hefty joint and licked it together. As he sparked the lighter and put it up to the paper, Sam stopped punching the tree he had been taking his anger out on and joined his brother. 

“So you’re a sore loser too?” he asked. Josh took a drag from his Monopoly joint and gazed at his younger brother with a soft smile. 

“I may have lost the game,” he declared, “but did I lose at life?” 

Sam’s eyes tracked to his joint and a smile crept across his lips. 

“Genius,” he muttered. “You’re a genius.” 

“I’m not tasting the strawberry yet,” Josh frowned down at the pink paper. “Maybe the blueberry one is more potent.” 

Suddenly the front door swung open and Jake came stomping out, carting the board behind him, pieces still clamoring to the floor. Josh and Sam hopped out of the way in shock when they saw that Jake was also wielding a sword and wearing his Oliver Reed sunglasses. Those were two clear signs that Jake was a force not to be reckoned with. 

“YARRRR!” Jake roared from Danny’s front lawn as he chucked the Monopoly board on the ground and then, as if he was slaying a dragon, jammed the sword through the center of it. “I CAN’T BE BANKRUPT! I AM THE BANK!”

Danny came hustling out after Jake but stopped himself when he saw the sword. 

“My Monopoly game,” he whispered in despair. “My mom got me that.” 

“YOU FOWL DISGRACE OF A GAME!” Jake continued to holler as he stabbed the piece of cardboard, “YAH! YAH! YAH!” 

Josh took another hit as he watched his brother unleash all of his demons on Danny’s board game and then turned around to face their drummer. 

“I take it you won?” he asked. 

“He owed me a lot of interest,” Danny explained. In the background Sam decided to be bold and approach Jake’s side, crossing his arms and watching his work. 

“YOU SORE LOSER,” Sam started to scold Jake. “YOU COULDN’T HANDLE LOSING AND NOW YOU’RE DOING THIS.” 

Jake took a break from the board game and spun around to face Sam with the sword. Sam took one look at the gleaming weapon and then took off down the street screaming. 

“Want some?” Josh offered the joint up to Danny. Danny stared and looked to be on the brink of accepting it when Jake started whirling his sword over his head like a helicopter blade while screaming out expletives. 

Danny let out an expletive of his own and rushed to retrieve his phone from his pocket so he could speed dial 9-1-1 for when Jake was bound to hurt someone. “No thanks,” he told Josh. 

“More blueberry for me,” Josh shrugged. Danny did a double take and then let his shoulders slump when he realized that most of his Monopoly money was in Josh’s possession and, consequently, was bound to be burned up in the next few hours. 

“Hey,” Jake ran up to Josh and Danny, still holding the sword, which made them both jump in fear. “Can one of you hold the board up like a target? I want to see if I can throw my sword through it.” 

Danny did what had to be done and gasped, pointing off into the distance. 

“Is that Jack Sparrow?” 

Jake did what he always did and, with his face bright in anticipation, he whirled around to see where Danny was pointing. Danny took the opportunity to grab the sword from him and swiftly chuck it into a bush when he wasn’t looking. 

“I don’t see him,” Jake pouted as he turned around. “Hey, where did my sword go?” 

“That’s weird,” Danny lied. “I’m not sure.” 

“Huh,” Jake looked confused. He scanned Danny’s front yard and then started to aimlessly wander the premises, looking for it. 

“I don’t think we should play Monopoly again,” Danny told Josh. 

“Does that mean I can take the rest of the money?” Josh looked delighted.

[i-love-love]

Thesis: 6x09 was when Dean realized he liked men

Idk I haven’t thought too hard about this and obviously dean is a big repressive homophobe from s1-15 BUT. I think he was p much unawares of his own interest in gay sex until the whole “alien abduction” bit

Evidence: he gets abducted by aliens the fey, comes back, describes it to Sam. Tells him the leprechauns tried to guide him to a table (Sam: “a… probing table?”). Dean changes the subject and acts grossed out, but notably this reads as “dude, don’t ask for intimate details of my sex life” ha-ha grossed out, not “how dare you make a subtle implication I’m gay I’m NOT gay” angry grossed out like he does at other times (like the antiquing or shtriga eps where hotel receptionists think the brothers are a couple). THEN later on when they’re at the fairy lady’s house (separate rant about that later) she mentions that those abducted are taken to Avalon to “service Oberon, king of the fairies”. Dean’s face goes “😐😐😐😳”. Sam (soulless still at this point, void of normal Sam empathy and puppy dog eyes) looks at Dean and goes “Dean………did… you… service Oberon, king of the fairies…?” and Dean okay wait look yknow what I’m just gonna link you the video here https://www.tiktok.com/@jen_g42/video/7233587284178717994 (not to post a TikTok but I don’t feel like going and screen recording myself and the YouTube version on the clip cuts off Dean’s reaction)

Okay so obviously this isn’t like a “dude of course not” look and it isn’t a “yes but 🤢🤢 change the subject I must Repress This As A Trauma” look and I’m choosing to interpret it as a “😰😰😶😐😐😐 whaaaaaaaat? No, psh, of Course not. And so what if I did. And if hypothetically I did so what if I enjoyed it.”

THEN he was pretty much immediately compelled to spend five minutes shouting “you fight those fairies” which, in context, for him, is not technically being used AS a gay slur but was obviously perceived by every single passerby around him to be. So even though it is Clearly not helping matters at all and even as he is being stared at by a huge crowd (for gay-and-ableist hatecriming the DA) he continues to shout what is contextually perceived to be a gay slur over and over until and AS he’s arrested. Then in jail the sheriff is like “so hey wtf?” and Dean is like “oh no I have no problem with gay people :)” and does basically nothing else to explain his apparent gay hate crime.

Conclusion: Anyway Dean Winchester did in fact service Oberon, king of the fairy, and he liked it, and he immediately repressed this so hard he didn’t even realize he liked it until forced to think about it later at which point he immediately did a hatecrime and yelled gay slurs in public but then announced that Being Gay Is Fine!!!………… my guy, sorry that you had to find out this way but uh. Not only are you a home of sexual but you’re also a bottom. Go call that guy who is such a top that the first time he touched you he felt compelled to brand you. I think you’ll be a good match :)

[vro0m]

I learnt that blocking anons meant they could still send anon asks but you just don't receive them anymore and I think it's a very funny way of implementing a block.

Blocked Anon may or may not still be screaming into a void that's cleverly disguised to let them believe they are still yelling at something or someone. Silly jail.

[erigold13261]

Okay dark ask. What would’ve happened if B2J, Yinu or her mama actually died after the fall?

Hmmm. You are right! This is a dark ask!

If May died, Zuke would have noticed immediately. Looking over at May's unmoving body. Mama, not being antagonized by May, wouldn't have tried to attack them physically, probably just yelling at them not realizing May was dead until Zuke crawls over to her and puts his head onto her chest and starts to shake and cry.

I can see Zuke never forgiving himself. He would feel so guilty and awful, thinking he could have stopped this if he just tried to calm May down or maybe if they were faster in stopping Yinu, or if he was the one to destroy the piano, or- Literally he would be running through scenario and scenario trying to figure out what he did wrong and wondering what he could have done better.

He would struggle heavily with survivor's guilt for a very long time. I don't know if he would go to jail, Eve would probably vouch on his behalf that it must have been an accident, or Tatiana would push for some kind of leniency. Mama would be so happy it wasn't her kid that died and try to shield her from the backlash of everything. Yinu would be heartbroken and probably refuse to ever play the piano again, thinking that she was the one to kill them because she was playing.

Zuke would end up moving back in with his mom or move in with West. Probably suffer from a lot of depression after the fact. I don't think he would be able to recover for a very long time. Just becoming a hermit and trying to just get through each day.

If Zuke died, May wouldn't realize right away. She would be up and ready to fight Mama, telling Zuke to get up only for him to not move. She tries again, this time worried. Mama would have stopped only once the piano started playing and gone to be with her daughter. May on the other hand would go to Zuke and start shaking him, trying to wake him up, tears starting to fall down her face.

And then she'd start screaming. She'd try, and fail, to do chest compressions, or to shake him awake, all while screaming for him to wake up and please don't be gone, please! She's so sorry and she never meant for this to happen! She just wanted things to change! She just wanted things to get better! It was never supposed to go this far! She is so so so sorry!

She'd be blaming NSR and everyone around her. This was everyone else's fault. She'd be screaming and crying into the void as she weeps over Zuke. Only after Mama get Yinu someplace safe does she come over to try and comfort Mayday. Only for May to scream at her to leave her alone.

After she calms down she would become numb. Still over Zuke's body, now realizing this was all her fault. Going between blaming herself and blaming Tatiana. Blaming Kliff. Blaming everyone and everything all in her head as she lays silently with her head on his chest, hoping it would start to move again. Or that the hand she was holding would stop getting colder.

I think Tatiana would come, along with Eve and Neon J/1010, to try and do damage control. Neon and 1010 are the ones keeping people away while talking with police with Mama. Eve and Tatiana on the other hand go to talk with May, even though Tatiana told Eve to stay away.

It turns into a huge fight. Eve can't believe what she is seeing, she knew Zuke died, or at least she was hoping it wasn't true what she was hearing. And May seeing Tatiana made her angry again. May tries to attack Tatiana saying this is all her fault as Eve tries to get to Zuke's body which May tries to hit her away from him not knowing the history between the two.

Tatiana would easily subdue May as she doesn't have her guitar. Just holding May's fists as May tries to kick her or pull away as May screams this is all Tatiana's fault for not doing her job. Only for Tatiana to tell May this is her fault for her own idiotic and impulsive actions. She lays the truth down harshly and explains how none of this would have happened if May just did what she told her to and give up playing rock. Eve is just holding Zuke's body at this moment and crying.

I would say May doesn't go to jail, even though Eve wants her to, because of Neon J and Mama saying she's been through enough and this was an accident. May is let go and has to somehow tell West that his brother is dead.

He doesn't take it well. Thankfully he wasn't disowned by Zuke at this point, but it still hurts that Zuke and him ended on still bad terms. I honestly don't think he could forgive May. If anything he would probably hit her and push her away from him, yelling that she killed his brother.

I don't see May being able to stay in Vinyl City. She would leave and try to find a new place to go. Giving up music because all she can think about when she plays is Zuke and how he is dead because of her actions.

If Yinu died, it would either be because Mama missed the catch, or because she fell weird and crushed Yinu when they fell. Either way, Mama would be devastated. Like May, she would be screaming and yelling for her baby to come back to her.

But unlike May, Mama has powers and ends up rooting herself into the ground. She causes a LOT more structural damage as her roots seep deep into the earth and crack the pavement and foundation all around the concert hall. The rest of the building comes down (none of it hitting Mama or Yinu's body because of the hole in the ceiling) and the whole area around the concert hall is plagued now in a whole field of thorns and spikes. Thankfully there are no other buildings around the concert hall because they would have been at risk of collapse because of Mama.

These thorns and roots do destroy any cars and injure quite a few people who did not leave the concert hall earlier. Many of them get stuck in the roots, including B2J. Some people were able to get out, some stay still, some were impaled but not deeply enough to be fatal. One person almost bleeds out though because they started thrashing in fear and panic and the thorns tore them up. Thankfully they were helped out and recovered over time.

Also unlike May, Mama is not angry in the sense she is going to go and try to kill May and Zuke. No, instead she is more angry and sad as she holds her baby's body and cries helplessly into the night. She never lets her go and keeps wishing her baby would just wake up. Kissing Yinu's face and rubbing her back, caressing her hair and just trying to wake up from this nightmare she is in.

It takes a while for everyone to get cleared out. As the times goes on, more thorns, vines, and roots surround Mama and Yinu's body. Once Tatiana was able to get to her, she just sat beside Mama and held her. The thorns started to grow and weave around Tatiana, trying to puncture into her skin, but thankfully her skin was thick and she could handle the pain.

Neon J and 1010 were the ones who cleared everyone out and took care of all the legal stuff while Tatiana dealt with Mama. I would say it took a whole day and a half before Mama moved from her spot. Tatiana and Neon took turns being there for her until she was ready to move.

Once she was ready to move, she slowly walked with Yinu still cradled in her arms. 1010 had cleared a path for them so Mama wouldn't have to use energy clearing the path or walking over her own roots that have slowly been dying around her.

She just became an empty husk of herself. No longer crying or angry. Just numb. She told Tatiana she wasn't going to work for NSR anymore and that she would be leaving for Mexico to have a funeral for Yinu and live with her mother. Tatiana told her that was fine, and said she would still be paid everything she was due and more to help support her in this awful time.

Neon drove her everywhere, helping her take care of some stuff, and offered to keep her house in check in case she ever wants to come back. Which Mama said no, she was never coming back here and never going to play music ever again. She's sorry, but she might never contact any of them again either. It would just hurt too much.

She left and no one hears from her again.

As for May and Zuke, they are both absolutely devastated. They were able to get out of the thorns, but they didn't really go far. Kliff found them and tried to get them to come with him so he could bring them into hiding, but they refused. Both of them realized they messed up big time and killed a kid. Ended her future when it was just beginning. They will never be able to live with themselves and so they turn themselves in.

I don't know how long they would get, but they do end up doing jail time. It was probably a very long time considering they killed not just a Megastar, but a child as well. If they ever get out of jail, they will never go back to Vinyl City and probably give up music altogether.

Now if Mama died, Yinu would run to her piano like she did in the game, and May and Zuke would get up as well. But Mama wouldn't. Instead of getting up, she slowly shrinks in size as her body loses its magic. No one even notices this yet.

Yinu is so upset at her piano, crying and she turns to B2J and yells at them how could they do this to her piano!? May yells back something about NSR sucking, but is stopped when Zuke puts an arm on her hand. She looks back to him but he doesn't say anything, just has a horrified look on his face. Yinu is still yelling and crying, angry at her piano as May looks back over and see Mama's lifeless body.

B2J both just stare, not knowing what to do. Keeping their bodies fixated on Mama and not even hearing Yinu anymore. It's only after being ignored for about 2 minutes that Yinu gets up and screams for Mama, only to look back and see her mother is still on the floor. She calls out and tells her to get up! B2J are still here! We have to stop them! Look what they did to Papa's piano!

She tries to go over to Mama but B2J run up and stop her. They tell her not to go over there. She fights back and bites both of them and when they let her go in pain she runs over to Mama and starts shaking her. Telling her to get up.

She continues to shake and shake, starting to realize what happened and begging her mama to get back up. She's sorry she told her she hated her, she didn't mean it. Please get up. She'll keep playing, she'll play whatever she wants! She'll be a better daughter and not ask her for anything anymore. She'll never be bratty or mean or yell or get angry again. She'll play every day and Mama will be there to help her with a new song or to re-tune the piano.

Yinu just starts crying and begging Mama to come back. She wasn't supposed to go see Papa yet. She's supposed to be here, with her daughter. Yinu doesn't want to lose her mom yet. It wasn't fair. This wasn't supposed to happen! Mama was strong and big and powerful! How could she just leave like this. Leave her daughter all alone and with no one else. How is Yinu supposed to go on without her?

Yinu just keeps begging and pleading for Mama to come back, though it was almost impossible to understand between all the coughing and crying, sobs and hiccups. She wouldn't stop shaking Mama trying to wake her back up. May and Zuke try to reach out to her only for her to scream at them to leave! Leave and never come back! Get away!

She starts throwing rocks at them and hissing! She creates some thorns around her and even around some of the stuff she throws at them which makes her projectiles a lot more dangerous. B2J step away but don't fully leave. Once they are far enough away, Yinu goes back to her mom and just cries. She curls up next to Mama and tries to position Mama's arms around her like a hug. Clinging to her hands, especially the one with the wedding ring on it.

May and Zuke go and sit down away from Yinu. They call Kliff and try to tell him what happened. He already knows and tells them to get out of there before the police arrive. They refuse and tell him they are going to face the consequences of their actions. Kliff calls them idiots and they are throwing their lives away, it was an accident and it wasn't their fault Mama died. Which May and Zuke say it was absolutely their fault because she would still be alive if it wasn't for them! Though I would say that May emphasizes her own part more than she does Zuke's part, as this whole revolution was all her own idea and Zuke had to be convinced to go along so to her she feels more at fault.

Tatiana, Eve, and Neon get to the concert hall after a bit. When Yinu sees this she calls for Neon to come save Mama, tells him to bring her back, make her a cyborg, anything! Just do something! He goes over to her and sits down and holds her. Together, he explains why he can't do that and just talks with Yinu. Holding her close and trying to keep her from looking at Mama. Wrapping her up in his coat and doing his best to comfort her.

Tatiana and Eve on the other hand go to B2J. Eve wants to blame everything on May, which May tries to also say. But Zuke tells both of them he was just as a part of this as May was. Both express how sorry they were and how they never meant for this to happen, they just wanted to make a change and a revolution was the only way they could see change happening.

And Tatiana congratulates them on their change. Tells them they have made a real impact on the future of not only Vinyl City, but on the megastars as well. She tells them how they have physically, mentally, and emotionally hurt all of her artists in one way or another. How they have destroyed the life of a young child all because of their impulsive actions and hatred of her. She asks if they are proud of the changes they caused, because they will be dealing with them for the rest of their lives.

B2J say nothing as Tatiana lays into them and they don't protest when taken away by the police. Tatiana and Eve take care of Mama's body as Neon takes care of Yinu. Through Tatiana's help, he gets in contact with Mama's mother, Esther, and explains what happened. He helps fly Esther out for her daughter's funeral and offers to help in any way he can (along with all the other megastars and Tatiana offering to help as well).

Yinu doesn't want to go and leave her life to go live with her Nana, but she also doesn't want to play music anymore. She is so scared to be alone and doesn't want to leave Neon's side as he and 1010 are the closest things to family she has since she doesn't know her Nana nearly as well as Neon.

Esther offers to move to Vinyl City and live with Yinu to keep her around her life, and Neon decides to help with that. Tatiana and him help make arrangements, and soon Esther and Yinu are living in Barracca Mansion because Yinu is not ready to go back to her own home, not without her mama.

She lives with Neon, 1010, and Esther, no longer playing music and just tries to get by day by day. It takes a while, but she does slowly start to get better. She plays piano again for herself, alone. Never wanting to play with anyone around.

Dia de los Muertos was something her, Mama, and Papa would celebrate. Which then turned into just her and Mama. And now it is just Yinu without either parent. She does have Esther, Neon, and 1010 now, so they celebrate with her. The first dia de los Muertos without Mama was not one of joy like it had been before (just like the first one without Papa). But after that first year, Yinu was able to come to terms and as time went by she got better and was able to happily celebrate dia de los Muertos.

She is still traumatized and heartbroken from her mother's death, but she has a great support system and is doing a lot better. She still doesn't play piano publicly, but over the years she does play privately for Haym, or Neon, sometimes Esther or Purl. Tatiana still helps support Yinu along with any royalties that Yinu is already getting from the music she already created. So Yinu ends up in an okay place as she grows up.

[painprns]

Horror & Edgy Neopronouns

CW: Illegal activity. TW: Violent actions, murder, stalking, body parts, weapons, and religious themes. A lot of the content in here triggered me so be careful if you want to look at this list. (And before you ask, yes, I am fine. You learn to cope.)

Of course, I don't approve of anything in this list, and this list isn't meant to glamorize those who have mental issues or violent tendencies. I have issues with violence and mental issues. Sometimes, it just helps. If there are any words you think should be added (or removed) feel free to send in an ask.

Note: Try putting a suffix on some words, like -ful or -less. Gives you plenty more options. Also, every new beginning letter will be bolded and with a new color for reading ease.

Pronouns (including emojis, not including extras like parentheses or alternatives): 443

🖤 🕷 🦇 🗡 ⚔ 💣 🔪 🕸 ⛓ 🥀 💀 ☠ ⚰ 🚬 🪦 🔥 😈 👿 💉 ⚠ 👻 🦴 🧠 🫀 🫁 🦷 👁 👀 🪝 🔨 🪓 ⛏ 🩸 💊

abandon

abyss

accelerate

again

alive

alley(way)

anarchy

anger

apart

apocalypse

arm

arson

ash(phalt)

attic

away

awful

awry

axe

back(alley/rooms)

bait

bat

beast

beat(down)

beg

belittle

behead

bet

bite

blade

blaze

blood

body

boil

bomb

bone

boo(m)

brain

break(down)

breath(e)

brick

brittle

bug

bullet

burn

bury

buzz

cannibal(ize)

cap(ture)

car(cass)

carnivore

cat(ch)

caught

cause

chain(saw)

chaos

chase

cig(arette)

claw

clown

coffin

corvid

concern

concrete

consume

control

copy(cat)

core

corpse

corridor

cover

coward

cower

crawl

creature

creep

cremate

crimson

critter

cross

crow

crime

criminal

crumble

crunch

crush

cry

crypt(id)

curse

cut

dagger

danger

dark(ness)

daunt

dawn

daze

deflate

disease

disgust

dissect

dizzy

dead

death

decay

demon

destroy

devil

dice

die

dirt

disappear

disease

disgust

doll

done

drac(ula)

drain

dread

drown

dull

eat

ecto(plasm)

edge

edgy

eerie

elbow

empty

evil

eye

facade

face

fail(ure)

fall

fang

far

fatal

fear

fight

final

finger

fire

flame

flesh

follow

freak

fright(en)

fury

gain

gargoyle

gas(h)

gauze

gaze

ghost

ghoul

gimp

glee

gnash

god

gore

gouge

grab

grain

grasp

grate

grave(yard/stone)

grease

grim(ace)

grime

grind(er)

grip

grit

gross

grotesque

grunge

guard

grue(some)

gun

gut(teral)

hail

hammer

hand

harbor

hard

harm

hatch(et)

hate

hatred

haunt

havoc

head(stone)

heart

heat

hell

hidden

hide

high(way)

hilt

hit

hook

hollow

horror

hound

hunt

hurl

hurt

ice(pick)

ill(ness)

immolate

immortal

imp(ale)

incinerate

inflammatory

inhale

inhalation

instant

intense

irritate

jab

jail

jam

jank

jostle

joke

joy

junk

kill

kilter

knee

knife

lank

last

lather

laugh(ter)

leak

leg

lich

lim(inal)

linger

link

little

lung

lurk

macabre

maim

malicious

manslaughter

marrow

mask

mass(acre)

maze

meat

melt

mime

mince

misery

monster

morbid

moss

murder

mystery

nail

nausea/nauseous

night(mare)

noise

nowhere

necro

off

one

omen

open

over(power)

pail

pain

pale

panic

phantom

phobia

piece

pill

plead

poison

poltergeist

power

prey

puddle

purge

pyre

question

quiet

quiver

rabies

rage

rail

raid

rain

rake

rat

raw

restrain

retch

rip

road(kill)

rock

rot

run(away)

rust

saw(dust)

scare

scary

scent

scratch

scream

search

seize

sewer

shadow

shake

shiver

shock

shoot

shove(l)

shred

shriek

sick(ness)

silent

sink

sin(ister)

skin

skull

slash(er)

slay

sledge(hammer)

small

smash

smell

smoke

sob

somber

some(body)

someone

slip

spider

spirit

spike

spook

stab

stain

stalk

start(le)

steal

step

storm

strain

strange

stun

suffer

sunk

survive

sword

syringe

teeth

tense

terror

thorn

threat

tinge

tomb(stone)

torn

torture

tooth

trail(cam)

train

trigger

trip

turn

tyranny

undead

unknown

vamp(ire)

venom

vicious

villain

violent

void

wary

weak

weapon

weep

weird

wick(ed)

wicker

whir

whiz

whisper

will

wilt

wither

wound

worry

wraith

wrath

wreck

wring

wrong

wrought

yank

yell

yelp

zero

zombie

[little-pondhead]

The Phantom's Letters

[I had fun with this]

—

Uh...hey, I guess. 

I don't know how to start this, but I'm your…son. I think? Maybe clone. Still trying to figure out the details of that. But I just wanted to send a letter. I don't want a reply, but I just wanted to let y'all know I exist. It would feel nice if you did. 

And, uh, I don't have anything else to say, really? I have a sister. She's my adopted sister, so she's not related to you, but my sister says that writing letters is one of the ways you can vent your frustrations and organize your thoughts. She wants to be a therapist, so I'll take her word for it. I guess this is just my way of being angry. I can't be angry any other way, too many people would get hurt. 

So if this works out, expect more angry letters in the future? CW says that bottling up my negative emotions and keeping everything to myself will lead me down a dark path, and I'm trying to avoid the end of the world, thank you. So you're gonna be my outlet. My...trashcan. Ew, no. That sounds like the title of a weird porno Johnny made me watch once. I just need someone to see the ugly side of me, without expecting anything else. Right now I'm just basically yelling into an empty void, trying to be 'healthy' about my feelings.

Sorry. If you don't like the letters, just burn them or something. I won't care. 

Anyways, uh. See you next time?

-Phantom

—

Ancients, this is still weird. CW said it was helping, though. So that's good. 

I failed my English test today. I didn't mean to. I even studied all weekend! But Boxy decided it was the perfect time to get into a fight with Lunch Lady, and we nearly had another Nasty Burger Incident. By the time I returned from breaking them up, the class was over, and I got an automatic zero. It was an important test. Like, a state one. I'm still...sad, I think. 

I'm not sure. I know I'm disappointed in someone, but I don't know who. Myself? Lunch Lady? Boxy? The teacher? Whatever. As long as I don't cheat, it's not the end of the world. 

Being a student sucks major ass.

-Phantom

—

hehehehehehe

I played a prank on my friends today! I turned everything upside down in their lockers and switched the colors of their clothes. It was really funny, even if they gave me shit for it. I had some help from Sidney Poindexter, this guy I know, so everything was right at the end of the day. 

Sidney's a pretty alright dude once you get to know him. He hated me at first cause he thought I was being a bully to this jock kid, Dash. When in reality, I’m the one being bullied. That day Sidney caught me messing around, I was just trying to get some payback after Dash did something really nasty. It was really weird, looking back, cause Sidney suddenly got up all in my face and kept trying to defend Dash, thinking I was some horrible person. Eventually, the mix-up got cleared up, and I apologized to Sidney for reminding him of his trauma around bullying. He hates it for a reason. Don’t tell him I told you this, but Sidney died from being stuffed into a locker by a bully and being left there. Now I’m afraid of getting stuck in my locker, even if I know I can get out. And Sidney would never let that happen to another kid. It just…eats at me. Whenever Dash closes that metal door on me. It always feels final.

Huh. Am I claustrophobic?

-Phantom

—

I defeated Skulker again today! Whoo!

Who is Skulker, you may ask? Why, he’s only the most annoying and persistent bounty hunter I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. I don’t even have a bounty on my head! Well, except for that one from Walker, but Skulker hates Walker on principle and rarely teams up with him. Walker likes to put everyone in jail, even me! (Even though I think I’m his grandson somehow??) 

Anyways, Skulker just likes to chase me around cause I’m ‘rare.’ He wants to skin me for his pelt and display it on his island, even though he doesn’t like people visiting said island. So what’s the point? Also, I rather like my skin, thank you. I’ve already been electrocuted to death, I don’t want to keep floating around my afterlife with no skin. I’d have to ditch my organs, too! (Cause bones are more pleasing to look at, aesthetically) And then how would I finish school?

Oh and that whole ‘rare’ thing? BULLSHIT. Skulker regularly takes work from another one of my kind, and most of that work is making my life difficult. There are only four of us in existence right now, maybe five if CW’s hints are to be believed. But let’s stick with the four. There’s me, that fruitloop fucker, and then the other two who are still technically ME! (long story)

Well, enough of that. I blew Skulker’s head off with his own missiles so it’ll take him a while to reassemble himself. I’ll get a break from him, and that’s the only thing that matters.

-Phantom

—

I went to go see Frostbite today, my doctor. 

My kid is finally stable. She’s gonna be discharged next month. 

How do you feel about being a grandparent?

-Phantom

—

Well, I’m not gonna reveal names n shit cause then you might find me, but the kiddo wanted to send you a gift from the sickie bed. Drawing was something she took up to keep herself occupied since she can’t read much yet. Her ‘creator’ didn’t bother to install that knowledge, cause that would apparently lead to more trouble than it’s worth. But she's learning fast! She already picked up a few letters just from the nurse's documents. Granted, they're in the wrong language...

Holy fuck do I want to punch that fruitloop fucker. 

Anyways I’m keeping it short, the doc wants to talk to me about her recovery and medicine plan. I attached the pictures below. 

-Phantom

—

I hurt someone today. I didn’t mean to.

Please, believe me, I didn’t want to. That damn clown-

It hurts so bad. I can’t breathe and my core feels like it’s breaking.

People are flinching at me now. I can still feel bones breaking under my hands, and I can’t remember if blood was spilled. Why me? Why can’t I remember? My friends won’t tell me what I did. Not all of it. 

I know I did something bad. I didn’t-

I can’t do this anymore.

-Phantom

—

Okay, so I’m all better. What’s a little mind control for the trauma list, eh?

Don’t worry about me, I’ve gotten over it. As long as the people close to me know I wouldn’t hurt them on purpose, it’s all good! :D 

Some of the townsfolk kinda hate me now, but I just avoid them. In and out, just get the job done. The others don’t mind. They were affected too, so things will be quiet while we all recover. 

The kiddo is doing okay and is asking about you. I told her I don’t want replies, but she still wants to send a letter. You might get one soon.

-Phantom

—

Hey.

How the FUCK does one handle being a king?

Asking for a friend, thanks.

-King Phantom

P.S. I am not the one putting that signature down. Sorry about that, I’ll get it fixed.

—

Hm. I think it’s fixed now.

-Phantom 2, Electric Boogaloo

—

OKAY, NOW IT’S REALLY FIXED. THAT LAST PART WAS A PRANK FROM MY FRIEND I AM SO SORRY.

You’d think that writing on fucking parchment paper would make it difficult to change one’s signature after it was written in ink. But nope. I just had to make friends with a time lord and teach my friends old magics.

-Phantom

—

Just a heads up, I’m gonna come out to my parents tomorrow. Er, adoptive parents. About my death. About everything. They're ghost hunters, so I may or may not disappear for a bit depending on their reactions. Don’t worry about it, I always come back swinging!

-Phantom

—

bear granbparents ,

my nane is ellie.

i an baddy’s datuher

he needs helq.

pleas come

dab menn in wite

theg got hin

- da n i elle p han tom

—

Danny finds out hes a clone/ adopted, and instead of processing that like a normal person he decides, "Well its not like they can find me so imma mess with my bio parent(s) while venting my frustrations. Two birds with one stone."

Hence (hero or villian of your choice) begins receiving letters via untraceable magic of him telling them he's thier clone/son and just telling them about his day/past adventures.

Unfortunately most of his adventures are horrifying and the person is desperately scrambling to find thier dumb (possibly undead) child and rescue them.

It probably doesn't help that Danny only signs his name as Phantom and is careful not to give clues to his location.

[roccinan]

"He looks good in every situation from every angle, and is somehow always the most dominant person in the room even when naked and muzzled in a horny cage" EXACTLY LOL, the actor was born to play a vampire. His whole aura in every scene is simply perfect.

I keep rewatching that scene whenever I need a laugh, "I only let him win because he was my jUniOr... he must be looking at me from some dark corner now, mocking me" and Situ just standing right next to him XDDD But seriously, I loved the brothers backstory too! I think I know most of it by now, only 4 eps to go unless there's another reveal in the finale. And you were so right about the Andrés-Sergio age gap thing, and I also love that Shen Zhiheng is helping in his crazy plans (even going to prison again!) just for his lil bro's happiness :') Sure hope nothing bad happens to them. It's also very cute that the second the truth was out he keeps calling him "dage" <3 (and does Shen Zhiheng call him the equivalent of little brother? or is he only saying brother in general? the captions aren't too clear)

I did get to the part with Mr Mo and I didn't know that! never going to see him the same way now LMAO. I'm also kinda dreading finishing the show, I don't want it to end lol, I've grown attached!

Hard AGREE. He was perfect as a vampire, can't think of anyone else who'd fit the role so perfectly. It's not about the looks or the acting, it's about the #aura.

I've actually seen him in another drama before, but I didn't care too much about him. The character was pretty popular though irrc:

But he doesn't make me go ASDFASDF the way Shen Zhiheng does lol!

re: the rest: That scene lives rent free in my head, it just gets funnier and funnier over time. Shen Zhiheng was yelling for SO LONG too, just ranting in the void while Situ stands there like :) I should probably double check, but I remember in the original mandarin, the line goes, "he must be looking at me from some dark corner now, LAUGHING at me!!" XD

We sure are laughing.

Glad you liked the backstory as much as me :D The exact same age gap is insane asdasdf I had that exact same feeling when I got to the last four eps too, anon, ah. I didn't want it to end, but alas!! Fair warning: the finale is a mess, or at least the version they released was. But at least we now have each other to discuss it with :'D

SAME, I loved that so much- Shen Zhiheng acts so annoyed with him, but actually consistently loves and spoils him, and is once again going to jail with the people who swiss cheesed him twice because Situ asked him to. Andres core. The immediate switch to Dage was adorable too. I love Situ so much- he played that personality between adorable and cruel, and adorably cruel so well XD

(Shen Zhiheng usually just calls Situ by his name or a general "you" because he's the older brother, but there are some parts where he does literally refer to him as "little brother" Didi. While smiling and being very soft overall of course :D )

I didn't know that about Mr. Mo either LOL, and when I found out, I could not unsee it. I'm happy to have gotten you into this show, anon! It was a fun ride with lots of hits and misses, but enough hits to keep us strung along haha. At least we got attached to it together XD It's been a long time since I was so into the vibes of a show and this one really got my attention!

[first-impressions-gaming]

Weird West

Developed by WolfEye Studios

Published by Devolver Digital

Release Date 2022

Tested on Xbox Series X

MSRP 39,99 USD

(Please note that this first-impression piece is based on one and half an hour gametime, subject to be updated in the future.)

Twin-stick shooter genre is not a crowded space these days. As the game engines grow (such as UE5), the developers and players alike tend to lean towards hyper-realistic first- and third-person games leaving more classical genres not competed. Weird West tries to fill that void with the developers’ own take on the genre and let us be judge of that.

As I mentioned in the previous paragraph, Weird West is a twin-stick shooter with top-down camera angle set in wild west, which did often remind me Desperados III during my short playtime. The game starts in medias res, we are thrown into the thick of the plot right away, we witness a sort of cult initiation at the beginning, and the seeming cultists, in their own way, mark us and we wake up to gunshots, screaming, shouting, yelling of townspeople, we try to gather our head around and face the reality that our own son got killed and our spouse got kidnapped, well, that’s a swell way to start a fresh day. The game presents a few protagonists, that you get to play one after another, the first one is Jane Bell, a middle-aged former gunslinger African American woman, who settled in a small town and chose to be a farmer after a wild ride. We, as the protagonist, are encouraged by surviving townspeople to equip our former gear and return to being a bounty hunter and take revenge on our son, locate our spouse and slay their wrongdoers, Stillwater family. We also face another reality, the rise of undead and a contagious disease spreading in numerous towns throughout the area. 

Let me summarise game mechanics a bit:

Each Hero has heroic Abilities and weapon-specific bonuses, to unlock these you need to find Nimp Relics that you come across in random locations.

There is also Perks that you get to own in all Heroes, Perk progression do not get reset when you move over to the next Hero.

Lastly, I wish to discuss design choices a bit. Weird West did remind me Desperados III a lot when I first getting familiar with game mechanics and movement, at first I thought stealth played a big role but soon I learned that it wasn’t the case at all. Locations and environment feel sandbox, not allowing the player that much freedom when it comes to strategy and approach.  Due to environmental design, I felt I was obligated to follow an intended style of play because there is a clear limit how far you can go if you a prefer a stealthy style, at some point it all comes to shooting your revolver and shotgun and making quick decisions. For example I did wish there had been a way to take enemies down one by one with my melee and work my way through. The locations were too confined to have that type of approach, unfortunately. Since there is no consistent journey (each location you are in is restricted, it is not open-world), you move from one location to another either on foot or on horse. Therefore I could not feel attached to places I’ve been. I get that that’s a design choice from developers, but it does not change the fact that environments lack originality, the unique touch that makes a place believable and alive for the player. The third-person narrator tries to move forward the plot in mission-related encounters and dialogues, still it falls flat. In the end of my approximately 90-min gametime, I found myself wanted for ‘a major crime’ in a town where I need to get in touch with a person to complete a main mission, as soon as I try to reach to that person sherif and officers attempt to catch and put me in jail, making me fail at the mission. The only way out I see so far is to pay the sum for the crimes I am accused of, around 250 dollars, an amount that I don’t have at the moment. At the moment I am trying to figure out a way out of this.

The other aspect of the game that needs mentioning is inventory. Shortly after starting the game, you pick up numerous items (mostly garbage) and weapons (you can scrap or sell duplicate weapons) around that you can sell later for a small price. The issue with that is the inventory has a small pretty small storage and you have to constantly manage your inventory, what item to drop and what to pick up and sell later. I found myself picking up duplicate weapons and scraping them over and over again and selling cans, trinkets almost to none (these items are valued at 1 dollar, and you have to carry and sell at least ten of them at a time to make it worthwhile. Thanks to 48-item limit inventory, this gets tedious very quickly.)

Last thoughts: I was a bit hyped to check out Weird West because I always felt drawn to stick-shooters with isometric games, it did not work out for me that much, still I feel it deserves a second chance from me with its ambition and world-building.