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vixenveil · 1 year

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How Do Men View You? PAC

Pile # 1 🔥💋 : Six of Wands, Nine of Cups, The Sun, Page of Swords and Strength. 4 of Swords on bottom of deck.

Okay, you got me lowkey vibin' right now pile 1! You got some awesome cards.

So, how do men view you?

You probably post lovely things on social media. Either you or others are always posting you and your achievements. Men think that you are their fulfillment or see you living a fulfilled life. They think "luxury" when they see you for whatever reason.

They think you are joyous and happy. They view you like someone who could be their own wish fulfillment. Others may feel you are smug, since you are proud of your achievements. You may or may not be arrogant, but men like this about you!

You are a strong person who has overcome challenges in your life.

You are intelligent as well. You are an opportunist and others might view you as slightly competitive. Again, some men view you as stuck up. They may feel like you only want someone with high achievements so you can show them off on social media. They feel like you would make them happy and are worth showing off, as well as making a great asset to them during hard times. They view you as friendly and charismatic also.

Spirit wants you to know that you should use your intelligence to vet men that approach you and in dating.

You use your intelligence in ways that give you a leg up in other ways and are very resourceful.

You appear very successful and may attract these kinds of men. If they aren't approaching you now, they want to. Enjoy your successes and share them online.

You may have been born for the spotlight or you may be well known. Even if it's just in a small town!

Are you a Leo or do you have Leo placements in your chart? Leo is very much present in this reading. Sag, gemini, libra and pisces are coming through as well. I am also hearing "virgo" from spirit.

You bring warmth and light into any room and in any situation. You encourage others to be stronger, especially men. You appear to be living the good life to others. Some may cast the evil eye on you, so make sure you are protected. No worries, just say a little prayer to whoever or whatever being you believe in and you will be safe from. You are protected.

Do older men feel drawn to you? I feel like a lot of men are, but you are so amazing it makes them feel like competative or spiteful toward you. You are doing so well that younger men may feel threatened and like they have nothing to offer you. Continue to be you, though. You will easily bring down their walls by being your charming and happy little self.

Plenty of players see you and want to break you. You may deal with a lot bullying from boys. If you're a teenager, expect this to carry on until you can tell them to fuck right off. Honey, do that! At the first sign of f*ckboi mentality, walk away. Just turn and leave, even if they want to keep talking. You don't have to.

Are you often in tough situations? I see you being creative and getting tf out of it somehow, by using your intellect. You are also a badass.

Older men will see that you are a diamond and wish to have you on their side as an asset because, let's face it, you're trophy wife material. Men who are older see that you are strong and can handle whatever situation they are faced with. You are smart and probably young. They want to help you because you're cute to them.

Good things are coming. A break. A much needed break. You will have a time of rest and it may seem uncomfortable, but you don't need the anixety that comes with being ambitious and unable to do anything. Listen to music if you can and meditate often during your period of rest.

Others may not see the mental exhaustion you're dealing with. I'm sorry, I know that's tough! Go ahead and rest your mind. And your body. Stop dating for a while and just focus on relaxing. You have many, many options. Don't let it give you anxiety. If you're dealing with recent betrayal spirit is handling it behind the scenes.

If you have major anxiety, make a list of what is bothering you the most right now. Also try talking to a therapist. I know that you do this over chat on 7 Cups of Tea. I used to be a listener on 7 Cups and it was really fulfilling. I helped others when doing that, so if you need help, there are plenty of good people out there who will listen to you vent about just anything you need to get off your chest.

I know it can make you doubt you intuition when you know there's a connection and the other side literally ignores it. Just know they are fighting with themselves to put you out of their mind.

Channeled Songs: Play Date - Melanie Martinez \\ Princess Castle - Jazmin Bean \\ Bad Company - Five Finger Death Punch \\ idfc - Blackbear

Pile #2 🖤🌙: The Magician, The Ace of Cups, Eight of Cups, Six of Cups, Two of Wands, King of Pentacles. Bottom of the deck was Ace of wands.

You are a feminist, aren't you? At the very least, you want to take care of yourself. Men see that you may be a witch. You can also be a little mischievous at times, though I'm seeing that you are perceived as stoic. This is a haunting beauty you have. You are somehow captivating to others, even if you aren't super youthful looking or very trendy. I'm seeing someone who could just wear dirt and have messy hair while still maintaining sex appeal. Like... how do you do that?!

Are you aware of this power you have? Some of you definitely are, but for those who have no clue, understand the power you hold. I'm getting Plutonian and Saturnarian beauty. You might seem a little scary to people at times too, but this is a super power. Wield it carefully.

Anyway, back to how men view you! Sorry for being such a simp~ Haha.

Men have offered you love and you've walked away. You want to be sure you aren't committing to the wrong person. You don't look like the kind of person who will accept any old offer. Maybe you walked away from true love in favor of social climbing. Which is a viable life choice and there will be zero shaming of such energy.

You are a baddie for sure. You seem like you tolerate very little bullshit... as in: none at all. You may shut out the opportunity for love in favor of catering to friends or family.

You may have been abandoned before in love, like things were great and they went ghost. Then you had to deal with that shit on your own. You are a planner and a doer. You are good at making plans and sometimes follow through. I see that you have discipline when it comes to your job and that honestly just makes me simp for you harder.

Anyway, you attract the kind of men who walk away from your genuine love. It is hurtful, so you drown yourself in work or sleeping around. Maybe even alcohol. This is for some of you baddies, because you are intense and impressive. It scares men away. When others bear their heart and soul to you it is scary for you too. You may have turned away from lots of genuine offers of love.

You may also feel that "love" is better spent on people who need it more than you. Maybe you haven't received any pleasant offers lately. You know your goal is to be independent and you may be actively manifesting that right now. You are doing a great job. Keep going.

Others don't know what they want and you're too dedicated to your goals to make room for them to waste your time! Smart.

Water signs and Earth signs are present in this reading as well as Gemini and Aries. Do you have prominent Capricorn placements as well? MC, AC or inner planets? This is some heavy Saturnarian energy. <3

Channeled Songs: it's not u it's me - Bea Miller \\ Man's World - Marina \\ Fuel to Fire - Agnes Obel \\ Fake It - Joy

Pile #3 💖✨: 8 of Swords, Knight of Cups, The Fool, Four of Cups, Seven of Wands, 10 of Swords. Bottom of the deck: The High Priestess, Six of Wands, Three of Cups and The King of Pentacles.

You are attracting men who take care of you. You are playing up the damsel in distress thing and allowing others to cater to you. You birlliantly use your past betrayals to endear others to you and give you what you want. You are also sexy to them.

They want to offer you love and be the "good guy" who helps you heal your heart. You also appear more innocent than you really are.

That is not to say you are evil, manipulative or pathetic. You are quite the opposite. Strategic, logical and fun loving at the same time. You're adorable and endearing. People love to "rescue" you.

The love the attention they receive from saving you, though some of them may just be looking to boost their own image by being kind to you. Helping you is a big achievement and they will expect accolades for doing so.

You use this to your advantage in order to get what you need and want.You should work on perfecting this skill! Finely tune your damsel in distress and happy-go-lucky (aka Disney Princess) vibe.

You seem so innocent and in need of rescuing constantly! Men love this about you, work with it. Men can be underhanded to you at times as well and you can seem guarded. They might view you as someone who is making an offer to them that is genuine, but they're too busy playing the field.

Regardless, sometimes men see you as being unsatisfied with everything they do for you and then they overcompensate by doing more. You're a heart breaker. And we don't shame that kind of thing here. ;)

You leave men feeling baffled as to why they were never enough, but the truth is that you can use your innocence to endear really bad and predatory players to you. They end up catering to you and then you drop them, moving on to the next. The players end up left in the dust, one after the other, and you're fine with this.

In fact, you should do this. It gets you what you want and makes men serve you. As they should. ;)S*x kitten vibes! You're strategic and intuitive about your targets. If not, this is your sign to utilize these natural gifts for this purpose! I love that about you. You're energy is awesome. Sit back and let the world serve you.You probably get the ick easily and move on quickly.

Scorpio, Aquarius, Taurus, Leo, Pisces and Virgo are coming through. All signs are present, but those I feel strongly. You may have prominant Sagittarius placements as well. Mayyybe cancer placements too.

Channeled Songs: Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift \\ I Was Never There - The Weeknd \\ Aint Sh*t - Doja Cat \\ Under The Influence - we don't name abusers, sorry.

Pile #4 🤩💗: Justice, Eight of Swords, The Chariot, Ace of Wands, King of Swords. Bottom of the deck: The Star, Eight of Wands.

For this pile, I'm immediately seeing that men view you as someone who can save one's own self. However, they also want to offer you love and feel the need to take action toward you. You are arousing to men as well.

You have the "it girl" factor for whatever reason. You're pretty unique and intelligent. You seem to be blunt with people and fair. Men like this authoritative energy.

They see you as their wish fulfillment. People find you astonishing. When you're in a hard place, men want to come to you and offer you help. You are desired as a sneaky link too.People want to show you off, since you're arm candy.

They want a taste of your world, since you have something most people don't. They can see that in you and they want to be the special person who gets to experience it.

You may be somewhat famous or well-known. You are gossiped about. Sorry, I know it sucks when people run their mouths for no reason. Men are excited to see you and get your texts. If you ghost them, it makes them doubt themselves. They get confused by this. It makes you seem rare to them. <3

You seem like you are too good for most people. You appreciate honesty and fairness. You probably won't put up with bullying. You also don't seem like you want any small fry f-bois in your business unless you need a good time. You value honesty and integrity. When a man doesn't exhibit this, it turns you off.

Men want to do right by you and it makes them feel really happy to do so. Men view you as intimidating because you are too honest and it scares them. You make them feel powerless when you're judging a situation fairly.

You are very perceptive and intelligent, so it makes sense that men who have bad intentions would feel unable to approach you. You hold people accountable. It makes some men feel like they should confess their wrong doings to you.

Your forgiveness or understanding would be very healing to them. However, they know you would absolutely hold them to their actions and words. This scares them, so they probably don't get confrontational with you often. You have the lowest tolerance for b*llshit out of all the piles. Damn.

You are end game. Men want to have you on their side in any argument. You seem like you're not going to let men use you for the reasons I've mentioned though.

Even though you're beautiful, like a literal angel, men will use you for other reasons if you let them. I feel strongly that you absolutely will not.You are hard to get and fun to chase. When you are tired of a partner, you easily move on, but you make them feel hopeful or good about themselves instead of leaving them crushed.

You are difficult for men to read when trying to figure out if you like them back. There are plenty who are attracted to you though. I was struggling with the energy of this pile, which tells me you are guarded. You might be a lil bit of a f*ck boi yourself. :o

Aquarius, Libra, Aries, Sagittarius, Gemini, Pisces, Cancer. Libra is the strongest, followed up by Aquarius.

Channeled Songs: Middle of The Night - Elley Duhe // Into You - Ariana Grande // Play Date- Melanie Martinez //

Please don’t steal~ <3 I hope it resonated with someone! ✌️

#pick a card #pac

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austinsastrology8991 · 10 months

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> Interceptions; through signs/houses <

interceptions are an overcharged, under-appreciated facet within a natives chart. its something you are acutely aware of and are usually extremely distasteful/uncomfortable of. Its something that was neglected in previous lifetimes so you are forced to fix it now...

1st/7th house or Aries/Libra - these people are very noticeable but in a uncomfortable way for themselves and others... they come off extremely strong (they are very imposing accidentally but also not in a good way) and they are always switching between being extremely self conscious of this or very idgaf. This creates a dynamic where they come off very wat da fuq > and are projected onto a lot and have a habit of projecting onto others a lot. 2nd/8th house or Taurus/Scorpio - These people are very insecure, but others are usually extremely unaware of this, which only accelerates the natives insecurity. To others they come off very valuable(2)/powerful(8) but usually they do not relate to this feeling within themselves at all. They however may overcompensate these feelings of inferiority by appearing stronger than they feel inside, and they are very good at convincing others this. Until it does inevitably crumble and everyone is shocked because their facade is relatively strong. 3rd/9th house or Gemini/Sagitarrius - These people are very talkative or the opposite; they are mindful of their answers and those of others, but because of their overthinking tendencies it makes them very fidgety and always need to have a great deal of input into the conversation. This makes others not sure if they smart, because they low key annoying to talk to (ya'll just sayin too much) but they dont appreciate their own cleverness because they mentioned every dot point in existence and this makes them feel stupid; don't know what a summary means or you made 5 summaries which defeats the purpose of one in the first place. 4th/10th house or cancer/capricorn - These guys had a rough childhood and you've never seen a more self protective person of their image. So they never reveal much and this statue-esque vibe they give off is very unesettling and many people talk about this lack of care they display because everyone knows ya'll just give a shit way too much. They avoid responsibility and emotional vulnerability often, and it creates conflicts within their personal life and that of their reputation. 5th/11th house or leo/aquarius - They doin a lot of vibin and not in a viby way. Its too much and they know it too and this creates conflict within their personality of not feeling like they shine in the way they wish they could, so they try even harder to shine the way they envisioned. But too others its the same song / dance we are so used to seeing this with them. This creates conflict in their presence within the community, and it can make them have a poor self image/ identity. 6th/12th house or virgo/pisces - they work a lot but they never satisfied with what they did, so they again work even harder. You can find these guys up at 4 am still tinkering their assignment/ project and even if theirs so many details implanted into it, its never enough and so they still doing more. They also neglect things that are necessary such as eating, or cleaning, because they are so focused on what they wanted to accomplish. This hurts their spirit because they never feel satisfied with what they have done with their life, despite working so damn hard.

> Im going to talk about double signs in my next post; and your double signs are what makes your interceptions far more bearable/ useful. But I want to encourage everyone to work on their interceptions, because it is a weakness, but it really can become a strength if you just put some practical work into it. < How to find interception? easy check yo house cusp; E.g. >

intercepted aries/libra in 12th/6th ;p > BEcause the Aries / Libra symbols is absent ^^^^ also after pisces and before taurus is 'Aries' which is swallowed up within the 12th house****** <That should make it obvious how to read now**** Oh and we always getting 2 gifs do not worry and these gifs *special* they encapsulate intercepted energy perfectly.... actually intercepted energy initself is encapsulation!!!

#intercepted houses #intercepted signs #intercepted #astrology observations #astrology blog #astro community #astrology #astrology notes #astro observations

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moonlight-tarot-11-11 · 3 months

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Good Omens Tarot Reading!

Let me know if this resonated ♥

Pick An Image:

1. 2. 3.

Pile 1:

Song: Lucky Again - Louis Tomlinson

You're going to/doing something that you're excited about! You're not sure where it'll take you, but you're excited. There is some nervousness/anxiety about this. It's something you don't have much experience on it haven't done in a long time. You're scared of all the what ifs. The message for you is that as long as you TRULY WANT to do this, then everything will turn out great! Doesn't mean your worries will go away, but it does mean that most, if not all of them, won't come true. Most of this is mental. You'll grow and learn so much and most likely make meaningful connections. Don't let fear stop you from enjoying your time and doing something you're excited about. Enjoy the ride!

Pile 2:

Song: You Broke My Heart Again - Teqkoi, Aiko

You're going or have gone through a heartbreak recently. Doesn't have to he romantic. Things have ended with something/someone you love. Most of you were unaware that this ending waa coming so when it did, it hit you cold and out of nowhere. There is separation and grief. The message here is to let time take the hurt with it. You don't have to rush your healing. You'll heal naturally with as things pass, but when the time cones to let go of it, fully let go. Feel what you must then let suffering pass. With the Queen of Angels/Wands, you come back into your power after that and ready for the world. After an end, there's always a beginning and for you it'll most likely be something new. Don't forget or neglect nourishing yourself. Be patient and have some compassion for yourself. You won't miss a thing. Take your time, then when you're ready, move.

Pile 3:

Song: Devil Mode - Stiletto, AViVA

You are straight up vibin and some people seem pressed by It.. You're doing what you want and enjoying yourself, but some people around you disapprove that. Things are going good, they're moving and from the outside, it looks like you put no effort. The message for you is to keep your business close to the chest. Keep it private. Only share with those that you KNOW and FEEL want the best for you. Others might want to start conflict, but just continue on your own mere way. Unbothered and paying no mind to them. Protect your energy and your peace of mind. Some of you have been thinking about blocking someone/some people. You should. This is your sign to block them. Now, continue living your best, unbothered life!

#astrology observations #tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick an image #good omens #tarot deck #tarot cards #moonlight readings #pick a pile

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socksandbuttons · 5 months

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i love ur bloodmoon thoughts sm and i agree with all of them ‼️‼️

they squandered his character sm and theres barely been any development since he got brought back to life… especially on the KC side. id love to see how youd rewrite it tbh- or if you want feel free to just use this ask as a bloodmoon thoughts dump

ALRIGHT SO We can run along with bm2 But also them going 'no their NOT the original thus we dont need to think about their charascter' as they seemingly established a bit with that but also not? Like that kinda furthers BM's whole arc of being treated like a murder machine (he was LITERALLY rebuilt for that, nothing more than tool!), and yet instead of USING THAT (which like.... we kinda got a bit of that with Eclipse, no i wont get into that.) they go 'HMNNN no, we dont wanna develop this further hes just villain' LIKE. SURE. ALRIGHT. BUT... YOU LITERALLY HAD SO MANY SET UPS WITH LIKE... His weird attachment to monty that one TIME yknow the 'hes my dad!' even tho hes not and its very debatable with Eclipse and KC depending how you wanna go about it (In terms of WHO made bloodmoon its Eclipse whos derived from KC and Moon and SUN.) Where was I YEAH HIS THEME OF NO ONE IS FAMILY BUT BLOODMOON. Only THEY understand that theyre not a tool or worthless! (Yknow just completely missing a way to use their codependence to help further their own coping of SEVERAL THINGS.) Yet he still STILL seeked out and called KC father, he still somewhat has thoughts on family. He's going after EARTH who's just vibin' trying to be accepting, even jealous of LUNAR for 1) being brought back and two) survived Eclipse and lives happily (sorta) and while begrudgingly i must say forgot bloodmoon. (WHICH LIKE. THATS THEIR OWN FAULT FOR NOT DRAGGING LUNAR INTO THAT PLOT EVEN THO HE HAD ALL THIS BLOODMOON INFO DURING THAT WHOLE THING. not used it ONCE. they purposely left lunar out of that and thats annoying. chaos sibligns 4 lyfe) Anyway you COULD so still use that in regards to Sun trying to reach out to them ('I wouldve loved another brother' will forever be brought up. also literally in the same convo sun does admit hed kill em again but WE'RE FOCUSING ON THE FAMILY PART GUYS) I'd have to scrap some like... lets see here.... UmMM i CAN use the attacking lunar thing still. Cause whole jealous thing they didnt understnad their own thoughtS (THEY THOUGHT MONTY WAS THEIR PARENT WHICH LIKE??? a stretch honestly. cmon we know this. theyre definitely making their own excuses) iDK ABOUT attacking earth, cause by that point everyone is kinda dead set on murdering them its actually pretty bad by that point unless KC comes back jesus style and goes 'NO. I'll handle this' proceeds to drag bloodmoon off into the desert for family bonding time (and rehabilitation.) Which he wont but we also gotta remember Bloodmoon is deliberately being used a scapegoat (despite yknow... he did DO all that by his volition still like he WOULD NOT have gone after kc like that if not for ruin going 'hey u wanna see ur dad who totoally didnt care for ur ass' or 'you should totally go kill a bunch of people. and then threaten lunar and earth BUT WAIT no killing ill shock u!' im losing focus but THEY WERE... sort of going somewhere with Bloodmoon not wanting to be a tool. AND having solar interfere (I still hate that whole 'he reminds me of my moon thus he must die'. Retcons... everywhere. Remember when he wanted to save his moon?? yeah? cool cause ill never forget that actually.) KC dying actually WOULDNT have been so bad (aside the... suddenly being an ass about it. But he was direct to bloodmoon about 'BRUH UR BEING USED.' and them never actually... bringing that up too much) angering BM enough to kill KC is actually pretty solid way to use the whole 'Bm not satisfied with Killing' as a very direct way KC's words last on BM especially BM's whole unstable emotions of NOT understanding the feelings theyre going through because of that other than anger (denial, grief, confusion and conflict of how Hurt that mustve been they wanted more family) oh this is getting long and im losing focus.

#anyway. love the idea that u could USE the fact theyre not the original as a whole them coping with their emotions 'we are better!' but like #hes got more trauma than the og by this point #already IMPLANTED the moment they were made #sams bloodmoon #ill... we'll come back eventually

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yugiohz · 3 months

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17yo dabi was vibin through life 17yo hawks was already a hard working man life is SO crazy when you life in bnha town & your life is tied to endeavor

#hawks is eternally greatful to endeavor because he saved his life but hear me out what if he didnt #what if there's a hawks who somehow escaped his parents and lives a normal life working at a car wash #endevor shouldnt have meddled with his lifeeeeeeeee

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bryce-bucher · 1 year

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Midwest Lost Post #1

Introduction:

This is my second time writing this post because I pressed ctrl z on accident at the end of my (very long) first attempt and apparently tumblr doesn't have a redo button. I am going to scream. Anyway, Midwest Lost is a souls-like set in the American Midwest in which you play as an angsty teenage boy with a big fuck off sword. My main inspirations for this project are the mainline souls games (also bloodborne psx), metal gear rising revengeance, and kingdom hearts 358/2 days. The best way I can describe my goal for this project is that I want it to be a fun, earnest, introspective, and emotionally raw teenage drama with a focus on atmosphere, narrative, and cool bossfights. As you can probably tell this project is the most early in development of the three I'm currently working on.

Story:

I'm not going to go into too much detail here because I want to avoid talking about spoilers, and, also, anything is subject to change at this point. The gist of it is that you are playing as an emotionally troubled teenage boy who (figuratively and literally) hides behind his big ol' sword. His ultimate goal is to leave his dead-end home town behind and make a better life for himself. The first obstacle of many in this goal is the protagonist's abusive stepfather who serves as the introductory bossfight of the game. I have a lot of ideas for bossfights that I am extremely excited about, but I'll avoid talking about them here so that I can show them off when they are more developed (one of them I'm excited about is a mom van). The game is likely going to be 50% exploration of a vibin small town and 50% fighting bosses, so most of my effort is going into those two things. The game's story is going to take place in chapters with various time gaps between them. This will allow me to set different chapters in different seasons, and, most importantly, it will let me set a chapter on Halloween night. The last thing I'll talk about in regards to the story is that, as absurd as the subject matter may get, I want to avoid the game feeling irony poisoned at any point. I want the game to feel earnest as that is how I'm feelin' while making it.

Mechanics to Appease a Goopy Goblin Gamer Brain:

I would describe my enjoyment of games as a medium as belonging on a spectrum where the left has experiences that touch me in an more complex emotional sense, and the right has experiences that are pure serotonin injected straight into my soul. The souls games sit comfortably in the middle. This is because the atmosphere, storytelling, and general vibe of the souls games is really harrowing and beautiful, and the gameplay gives me the kind of intense brainworms that lead me to play through it twice a month. Before working on my current three projects, I hadn't really worked on something that I intended to necessarily be fun. In a way, I'm sort of getting out of my comfort zone by making something so mechanically heavy. It's been a nice change of pace to learn that I can focus on atmosphere and gameplay without either of them feeling creatively unsatisfying. Something you must know about me is that I have an immeasurable fixation on dodge rolling, and I think it's one of my favorite mechanics of all time. All this to say I put a dodge roll in my game, and I think it's feelin' really good.

Animation is Hard:

(But if I'm being honest, I'm getting there.)

Souls-likes are sort of unique as a genre in that animation is extra important in them. In something like a platformer you might have a bad jump animation that makes the gamefeel all wonky, but the jump itself will still work the same. In contrast, a 3D-Action game like Dark Souls is very dependent on its animations to control timing, spacing, and telegraphing on top of the gamefeel. Before starting this project I didn't really know if I had the animation chops to pull something like this off, but heading straight into the deep end has, I think, really helped me improve my animation skills quickly. The moment I got the stepfather's "lunge + spin knife around" attack implemented (as pictured above) I got a lot more confident in my ability to probably make this game feel pretty dang fun. Recently, I had to make 8 different strafe animations and it strangely didn't feel like a chore at all. I'll talk about that more next week since it's related to the mechanic I'm currently working on.

Drinkz:

The main healing items in this game are a variety of energy drinks, coffee brands, soda, etc. that each have their own unique effect. In the above gifs you can see the two that I have currently implemented. These are the green and blue varieties of in-world brand "Vlade Energy". The green one is the most basic heal item, and it's the one you start off with. It allows you to take two sips per can with each sip healing a good deal, and you can roll out of the drink animation at anytime; however, cancelling the animation also discards any sips yet taken while still using up the can. The blue one stacks a passive buff on the player that allows them to heal by dodging through enemy attacks. I'm really happy with the presentation of the heal mechanic with the fun particles, the sfx (take my word for it I guess), and the animation of the protagonist throwing the empty can away.

Music:

The game currently has none. I'm looking to commission a bunch of artists to fill up the soundtrack with some banging Midwest Emo or songs that otherwise have an indie feel. If you make music and are interested in doing a song or two please hmu. It'll be a p long while before I'm actually worrying about getting music in the game, but I thought I'd mention it. There is also gonna be some fights that have tracks way outside of the Midwest Emo genre, so don't be afraid to hmu if you are making different types of stuff.

Conclusion:

I wish I could talk more about this project, but I'm gonna have to wait until it's further along. Next week I'll be talking about my strafing / sidestepping mechanic that I'm currently implementing, so I'll see ya then. I'd like to end this post by mentioning that the amazing portrait of the main character seen in the health UI was commissioned from lonesomnia. I cannot stress enough how much I love how that piece came out.

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anteroom-of-death · 2 months

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Teacher's Pet part 11

Synopsis: The Doctor's morals slip further. It's become obvious to him that he needs to develop some actual strategy.

A/n: I'm so sorry it's been another gap in writing...if any of yall are still vibin with it, sound off!! Thanksss (I'm going to try to push more out quicker soon. Again!)

In the car ride home, he calculated. This situation almost was a faltering car crash in itself!

He nearly lost her, and to his own stupid pride!

He spent the entire car ride juggling with his morality. Taking curious little half-peeks into her brain. It seemed a bit past due, this. He finally gave in no small way…

At one end, they were chattering on. Her mind was racing around in many convergent pathways on the topics brought up. Anything from her probing about various curiosities. And the deep philosophical ranges he would invoke, just to keep her brain in a frenzy. It would be easier to parse down through and pierce. Missy, the Rani and he got top marks at the Academy on a project involving chaos and order in the arts of mind reading. He was stunned by the sheer amount of seemingly superfluous knowledge that she had crammed in there. Even though he knew she was smart, clever and balanced differently than your average human.

At the other, he was searching. Seeing what (y/n) was up to, planning out. Past what she said, what she thought and thought she said and thought. She was still a bit angry and was trying her hardest to let go, and not be jealous. She was fighting naming what she felt for him as love. There was quite the struggle with inner hypocrisy.

One small part of her genuinely was enamored with the thoughts that he chose her. That he seemed truthful that he wanted her to grow old alongside him in his retirement. Whatever that looked like. She was still reeling about the (as stated frequently in her brain…) “Fucking ageless alien bit”.

She had some caveats that she was going to bring up, later, of course. She didn’t want to spoil the weekends happy afterglow.

He could feel the choking nature of her holding her tongue in his brain as he went in deeper.

It felt so illicit! He wasn’t one to be like this, he’d have to go scream at Missy for this later, but it was freeing. He finally understood the humans and their gossip rags.

“I don’t endorse that behavior, but I agree with some of their points.” She admitted, in the real-life conversation. He snapped himself out of her mind.

She never stopped surprising him. Even now, as he held the inter-workings of her brain in his hand. It seemed that she’d always thwart him and his understandings.

Although, she was very distracted by his physicality, and that would be an advantage to him. She was very docile in that regards. Different from what he could tell went on in her work.

He would have to go down new avenues…

Or would he? She’d already so surrendered herself to the ideas of them.

He’d have to dwell in that later, maybe after his yelling session at Missy.

A perfect pet to keep on Earth, in her own time and place. Where nothing would ever rip her away from him…

The idea made him giddy.

Utterly addicted to it. Utterly ashamed of it.

Finally back to Bristol, she left and said she had to attend to her studies. Which was fine by him.

He descended into the Vault.

“Your parents were wrong! I’m not the bad influence, you are!” He entered pointer finger out, jacket fluttering behind him.

“I’d love to know what that high praise is for!” Missy jumped, almost shocked at this outburst.

“I’m out here invading people’s minds and rummaging around like it’s a toy chest!” He accused.

“Whatever happened to ‘Hello!’ or ‘How are you, haven’t seen you in months, Missy! How’s life?’ or even ‘Hey, Missy, here’s a tuba, I know you love ‘em!’?”

“That human girl…” He seethed, feeling remorse bubble up.

“Another ickle girlie dead?” Missy smiled, teeth showing, glinting with a venomous shine…

He felt her start to enter his mind and he let her in. Doors opened and she started sifting through the past months.

“Oh! This is too good!” She giggled, her hips swishing in her skirt.

“Naughty boy, Doctor! You’re tramping up with this girl.”

“We’re not that different after all! You with your…whore. Sorry, little Fawn. And me with my twenty-seven nuclear missiles!”

“What?”

“Oh, back when I was Prime Minister! I bought some missiles from some Russian man and I have them in a garden shed somewhere in Scotland. I forget where.”

He’d deal with that even later.

His head was physically painful as she didn’t take care and do an ounce of discretion as he did to (y/n)’s brain earlier.

“I want to meet her! Please!” She drew out the ‘please’ and clasped her hands together. “I promise to act cool.”

“One day, if you’re very good.”

“The best.” She bowed deeply.

“I always knew you’d loop around to do something like this. Ever since you started palling about with that Jo Grant. Lovely woman. But I knew you’d give in. You always have to have the prettiest companions on your arms. Vain and dirty old man.”

“I was pining for you.” The Doctor confessed.

“And I was pining for you, and Jo. Do you have a point?” She confessed back.

“Come on, you were always this close to ascending to god-like levels of delusion. I was the one to hold you back. And I was always going to become what I am. I may be many, many, many levels of crazy. But I’m honest about it…” .

The Doctor wiped his face.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to this. I need to clear my head. I have work tomorrow. And to meet her.”

Missy just started making kissing noises and wrapping her arms around her body as if she were deep in a lover’s embrace.

The Doctor left the Vault. His brain in a state of chaos that wasn’t Missy’s making.

He wasn’t above certain things, but he had to remain a hero. Honor Clara’s bit of “Be the Doctor”. And to keep his reputation up. He felt positively furtive.

This wasn’t going to be an easy option. Dealing with Daleks? A walk in the park compared to his morals disintegrating around him over his attraction to a human woman.

Could he still be the Doctor? And be Professor Smith to her and others?

Why had this foresight not come to him as he and Nardole started this little façade…

He never thought he’d fall for another human again.

Stupid him.

Idiot Doctor.

Humans were always worming their way into his hearts.

It was inevitable…

He went to his office to prepare for the week.

He missed the smell of cigarette smoke and her sweat.

He hated the scent, but it reminded him of his fawn. He chose his pet name for her well…

The lone wolf that would pursue the separated fawn.

Very good metaphors.

He had his legitimate tutoring of her tomorrow, however. How could he leverage this? Make her further buckle into him…

What a sweet sin.

Her desire for him.

He recognized his unhealthy veering into base, carnal feelings. Haunting him.

The images of Earth’s own myths of fallen angels danced in his mind.

Was he a fallen angel here? Or was she?

He certainly was falling as an hero. The ethical moor of the universe.

Retiring from interstellar heroics and focusing on his dearest best enemy. Now he was leading a young woman into his web of interest.

Selfish.

Infinitely so…

Hadn’t he deserved it? Deserved it all.

He was the universe’s slave for a truly insane amount of years.

He was (to borrow a phrase…) the Master of His Own Fate. It was his birth right, not only as a Time Lord, but as the ultimate survivor of every wound the Time War had brought out. The savior and destroyer of all of creation.

He was owed this.

The Doctor was now demanding this.

Zero compromises. Even if that was bad optics…

His thoughts became a lust-filled power trip.

He taught his classes and set up his office for tutoring. He was unwilling to part with pretense. Of course, he’d educate her! It was her right! She paid for it!

But the trap…

The glimmering trap of self.

The uneasy shift in morality turned over in his brain like a car’s engine on a frosty day.

How deep was he actually willing to go, to not only have his selfish needs taken care of? How much of a betrayal of self and his past would he commit to? Could he?

And her…precious her…mostly unaware of how much fire she was playing with.

He got her a coffee just as she liked and set up the office, he let the bright light of the Spring day stream in through the windows.

After some deliberation, he took the huge tapestry off where he tucked his TARDIS.

“Sorry, old girl. Maybe one day you’ll get a chance…” He muttered, stroking the wood of the door, lightly brushing the lock.

He felt unworthy to stand in it’s unveiled presence, but it would help the game shift…

She came in, all plain clothes and awkward grace. Herself at her core.

Today, she was overzealous with her perfume and looked beyond tired.

He didn’t probe her mind.

“I’m assuming that’s your ship.” She stated, a look that could be easily misconceived flashed across her face.

“Vintage.” She described it aptly.

“In an effort of truthfulness…I’m showing you it.” He explained, approaching her slowly, coffee in hand extended.

She took it and followed with a large sip.

“I’m assuming it’s got some cloaking thing, I don’t know…like Star Trek or something?” She observed. “Not well, of course, but hey…we can’t really expect TV show-level perfection.”

He nodded.

He went for a half-truthful flatterer’s route. “On the ticket. So many are shocked and confused.”

She shrugged and sucked her teeth against her lips. “I’ve got fuck-all to do sometimes so…”

“Terms coming to an end soon, want to discuss the last of the notes and my lectures before exams? Or…” He alluded.

“Oh, yeah. No special treatment here, thanks. I need help.” She made a motion of a non-committal nature with her free hand as she placed the coffee down and unhindered herself from her hoodie and bag…

And they were off, talking about it all and the lessons of the course. She was apparently very determined to get by on her skills. Not wanting any of the favoritism that shtupping the teacher could have brought her marks…

Her sliding scale of morals amused him.

It was oddly complimentary.

It added layers to this little game she didn’t know she was playing.

“Some weekend, huh?” She said as time was beginning to run out. The awkward, reassuring smile and slouched body language completely opposite to her showy presentation on Saturday night.

“Not at all my plans.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” The shaky little half-chortle echoed across the room. She went to go chew on a hang nail. He gently removed her thumb from her mouth before she could bite the aggrieved area.

“I like Petronella. She’s a great person. She’s coming up to visit me over the summer holiday. And vice versa.”

“Meet me here tonight. More truthfulness…” He offered, a dangerous idea flickering into his brain and coming out of his mouth before he could control himself.

He have to project his messages to Missy at a mental scream all day. Give her guidelines…promising her the tuba she so desperately wanted. It’d probably be just as hefty an annoyance as her piano.

“At what time? And what?” She pushed.

“Oh, you’ll see… how about nine PM?”

She gave a little nod of her head.

They broke the meeting with a kiss.

He went off to teach, sending Missy the message and threats of many lifetimes…

#personal #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #12th doctor x you #you x 12th doctor #reader x 12th doctor #self insert #dark fic #yaaayyyy lets do interesting #uhhhh #lol #teacher student #yeep #peter capaldi #youpie

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drgngutz · 1 year

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Cybernetic Soulmate - I

BEN Drowned x Reader: Part 1

Soulmate AU – Implied Feminine Reader

Note: BEN is my favorite creepypasta, and lowkey I never see enough of him in the fandom. SO, I’m taking it upon myself to give this a try. Can’t promise it’ll be finished, but I’m having fun with it right now. If you’d rather read this on a website, ima post it on quotev and wattpad soon. Right now i’m vibin here. If you don’t like scary shit, this one might not be for u but we’ll see how it goes. Thanks for reading :)

Description: Having the name Benjamin Lawman inscribed on your wrist until the age of 11, you had to live the rest of your life as one of the unlucky few who woke up one day with their soulmate mark crossed off. Devastated didn’t properly express the feeling of emptiness at the loss of connection between someone you had grown so close to. Ten long years have passed since then, but a new name has shown up just underneath the butchered one: BEN drowned. Soon enough you’ll figure out your old soulmate is now more demon than he is man.

Masterlist

Benjamin Lawman

BEN Drowned

The pads of your fingers swiped over the newly printed name on your wrist in absent-mindedness as you scrolled through page after page on the internet, causing subtle goosebumps to rise up on your skin as the bold letters brandished a light tingling with the friction. Old memories bumped around in your brain of producing the same feeling when the name you used to have was touched.

It wasn’t feasible. It wasn’t something that had ever happened unless a soulmate had clinically died and been resuscitated within minutes. But over the span of ten years? Impossible.

So why was this name here now? And why on earth was it different?

Returning to the old articles- the ones that you hadn’t looked at in years- yielded no results.

‘Benjamin Lawman, aged 12, has been missing since around 6p.m. yesterday. Reports have mentioned he was wearing…”

‘It has been just over a month since the young boy, Benjamin Lawman, has gone missing. If you have seen anything in relation to his case…’

‘Benjamin Lawman declared deceased. “The search has gone on too long.” - Officer Hubris states…’

Hours and hours of looking at the same stupid newspaper clippings, public records, and news outlets was doing nothing besides digging up old memories that you didn’t want to relive. The times where Ben would talk to you, laugh with you, when you would play made up games with each other through the connection you both had created over a short time. He was always showing you his games on the console he had been gifted for his tenth birthday; you could still see the hazy image of a little boy with blonde hair swinging a sword at all kinds of different monsters, with Ben reciting each one of them as if he had memorized every detail of the game. You had talked to each other through the connection every day, and then he was just… gone.

Exhausting your emotional and logical thinking, you ran your fingers through your hair before dragging your fingers down over your face to rid yourself of the stiffness. Glancing at the darkened letters on your wrist, you sighed in exasperation. Flopping the limb down onto your lap like a ragdoll, you traced the letters once more. It tingled again; that was the only grounding factor telling you that you weren’t dreaming all of this up. But, what kind of a name was BEN Drowned?

You swallowed thickly at the implication of both names showing up like that, how one replaced the other, and then opened up a new tab on your laptop.

Immediately searching the name led you to a page on 4chan. Clicking on the site led to a very in depth and lengthy story, accompanied by multiple videos of a fucked up version of Ben’s favorite game, which took you about two whole hours to complete and understand.

“...It already has proven to me that Ben can access my account/password and manipulate my computer, and like I said I have no idea to what extent it can do this, but know that it will do anything to break free. He is desperate. I’m going to do something, something rash that may not work. But, if it can keep everyone safe from him, I’m willing to try it. I’m going to make sure he stays in that fucking cartridge, so just forget about me, please…”

It’s nearly dark out at this point, and your head is stuck spinning in place like a globe as you try to swallow the massive amount of information that you’ve been presented with. And still, none of it makes sense. But, really, did any of this? The newly branded name on your wrist certainly made no sense. Was it so odd that maybe there was something going on with this man, Jadusable, as well? And somehow it was all lining up together that this…thing shows up, and then its name shows up on your wrist just below where your old soulmate's name was crossed off, further implying that your soulmate was whatever BEN Drowned is.

“Oh god. I need to go lay down.”

Benjamin Lawman

BEN Drowned

After the day that the name had appeared, you had been doing more research than you had ever bothered to do during your schooling. Each and every piece always led to the same two destinations; a declared dead little boy and a 4chan page that no longer had any active comments or replies from its author.

You had since resorted to using the connection to try and make a breakthrough.

The first time was difficult for you. Something that had laid dormant for so long felt… wrong. To try and open it again meant the possibility of connecting with someone who you’d assumed was gone forever. Now what? What if he answered? What if he didn’t answer? What if it wasn’t him?

It took a lot of thinking, and a lot more courage, to open up that connection again.

Hands shaking, you clasped them together and closed your eyes, brows furrowing in concentration as you felt the familiar sensation flip like a switch in your brain. Clenching your teeth, you felt your eyes water beneath your eyelids as you let yourself fall away from your own consciousness for a moment, the familiarity nearly making you pull out of the sensation in discomfort. But, you pursued. You had never gotten this far, not after he disappeared.

It was dark. That was the only way to explain it. Pitch black, with no source of light or sound to be observed. You dug a little deeper, trying to find the point of communication again… Only to be stopped. Confused, you tried to move forward again, only to be pushed back again. You tried over and over, poking and prodding at the connection, but to no avail. It was like something was specifically keeping you out; as if Ben didn’t want you to make a connection.

You came back to your own consciousness with a start, eyes flashing open and feeling breathless as the connection dwindled and then faded away without your focus to keep it going. But, it was there. You had never been able to enter our connection like that before. Now, there was at least something.

It continued like this for the rest of the week; you trying to make a connection happen while something forced you away. But, you weren’t about to give up anytime soon. You were just as stubborn as Ben could be, pushing and pushing to no avail. You felt insane to be reaching out to somebody that was dead, somebody that wasn’t alive anymore, but you refused to give in.

Then finally, it worked.

You had gotten better at it the more you had practiced, gotten used to the familiar feeling that was at first melancholic; this time, you entered without bothering to close your eyes. Apparently, he had his guard down.

A box shaped view, bordered in complete darkness. The light that peered in did nothing to illuminate the surrounding area; the light was coming from a window. Your window. You recognized it as the one in your living room that overlooked the couch opposite of the TV. And there you were, sitting straight, a focused look on your face as you stared at the wall, as you had done time and time again over the past few weeks. You watched yourself flick your eyes up to the TV in astonishment–

You were slammed out of the connection so hard that it sprouted a headache at the front of your forehead, and you flung your hand upwards in order to cater to the sudden feeling. Debilitated, you groaned tearfully before you could open your eyes again, blinking away the sting and glancing up at the TV.

Stop trying.

The words were written in white, in a small text box at the bottom of the screen. You were only able to read it once before they disappeared as quickly as you had seen them.

“What… What the fuck?”

Benjamin Lawman

BEN Drowned

He’s been watching her for a while now, observing, debating, keeping her annoying attempts at contacting him at bay; she was relentless in that particular field.

Soulmates had always existed on this earth, apparently. And, although the fragmented memories of the soul he had ‘borrowed’ managed to save them from being imprisoned again via this aggravating connection, he wanted nothing to do with her.

He was called many names; demon, ghost, vengeful spirit, poltergeist, cybernetic entity – Something born from a mixture of code and the aftermath of an abominable act – so they were not entirely wrong, but they were never right, either. Regardless, they were right about one thing. He had no room for care, or sympathy, or love. Not anymore. It was not programmed, not a part of his ideals.

That was what he assumed, until the annoying little prick that he chose to resuscitate from that watery grave started to rekindle the connection he had before, when he was alive. The little bits of his host that still existed within him now crawled and zapped within the numbers, disagreeing with how he was treating the girl. He assumed this was some form of rebellion from the kid, and it was affecting them a lot worse than he understood.

They weren’t supposed to feel the way he was toward this human, he wasn’t capable of having emotion at all. It wasn’t possible. And yet, here he was, watching her from the screen of the television that they had been trapped in ever since Ben’s last ditch effort at escape; it had worked, they were out of the cartridge, but they were missing pieces. That made the effort useless.

Perhaps he should’ve chosen a better host for ascension.

Benjamin Lawman

BEN Drowned

WHAM!

You jolted awake at the loudness of the sound, feeling it reverberate through the ground and walls with the force of it. Sitting upright, you stayed still as a statue and listened closely, in the case that you had dreamt the sound.

“Shit.” A voice whispered harshly against the silence, raspy and low.

“We- We gotta make this quick. Hurry up,” Foot steps followed the higher pitched voice heading down the hallway.

Swiftly, you ripped the covers off and dove for the closet, being as silent as possible as you settled below the hanging clothes and behind a hamper of dirty ones, trying to ease your breath and keep calm. Soon after, the two men barge into the bedroom and begin scouring your drawers.

Addicts, you assumed. That was the likely situation, given your shitty location and even shittier apartment, they frequented the area and often ended up breaking into places that they figured were either abandoned or no one was home. A few of her neighbors had some close calls, while a few others were not so lucky. Flashes of ambulances and white sheets came to your mind, and you pushed them away, instead listening to the two of them argue in some kind of whacked-out dispute.

“There’s no money, no jewelry; where the fuck is it all?” The first one started, slamming the drawer so loud the whole cabinet stuttered against the wall.

“M-Maybe we got the wrong number,” The other replied, dumping something onto the floor, “is it the wrong apartment?”

“If it is, we’re fucked. C’mon,” The two pairs of footsteps went further down the hall toward the kitchen, and you sighed gratefully.

Hearing them rummage through the kitchen drawers now, you felt your heart beating in your veins as you slowly opened up the closet door and peered around. The room was empty, and you could hear them starting another argument about something else. Now was the time to move before they could come back and check the closet; there was no point in waiting like a sitting duck.

Just as you were starting to silently make your way down the hallway and towards the front door, in the process realizing that they had burst the damn thing open in order to get inside, you heard the shuffle of footsteps in the kitchen begin to grow closer. Your blood ran cold, mind running wildly at the possibility of what would happen if they saw you.

Wordlessly, you bolted to the living room, relying completely on instinct as you locked your eyes onto the black screen of the TV. You hesitated a second, debating if hiding somewhere would be a better option, but a quick glance around the room told you there wouldn’t be a place for you to do so. They were getting closer, the scuffing of their boots on the tile spurred you forward.

“I am so fucking crazy for this…” You whispered, eyes flickering all over the screen as you gripped its edge in a vice. Fuck it.

“If you’re in there,” You took a deep breath, faltering out of fear, “I need help. Please, some men broke into my house and–”

“Did you hear that?” You nearly stopped breathing from how close they were now.

“Yeah, came from that room, there.” Hurried, heavy steps started toward the rooms entrance.

“Shit.” You turned and gazed desperately at the screen, no response.

“God damn you,” Frustrated, you began to scream and bang at its dark surface with your fists, “Fucking answer me!”

“The hell’s wrong with you?” The two men had finally made it into the room, just staring at you as your slammed your fists repeatedly against the TV. One of them, a smaller, scruffy looking man, looked confused and concerned. The other, much taller and larger, looked pissed off.

“What does that matter?” The bigger one began to advance, and right before he pushed you to the floor, you saw the screen light up. Hissing at the sting of the impact, you glanced behind the man towards the now lit-up screen.

Fine.

“Tell us where you’re keeping all of your shit. Now.” His harsh tone made you flinch, feeling spit hit your face as he loomed over you.

“I-I… I don’t have anything. I swear… I don’t have–” You stuttered, but couldn’t complete the sentence in time.

SMACK!

The burning of your cheek registered before you realized what had happened, feeling tears fall down your face at the shock of the pain. You heard something clicking against itself, the harsh noise berating your ears and making you look back at him before freezing in place.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. You’re hiding something, I know you are. Hand it over!” You’re left staring down the barrel of a hand gun as he shouts at you, and if you weren’t crying before, you definitely are now.

“Hey… Hey Jim.” The soft voice of the other man interrupts the exchange, and the angry man, Jim, nearly blows a fuse.

“Something’s wrong, man.”

“What the hell are you on about now, Mike?” With a rage in his eyes, he turned around, the gun turned safely away from your face. Before he could say anything else, however, he stilled.

You peered up at the screen, where they were both looking, as you trembled at the prospect of being shot.

You shouldn’t have done that.

“What the hell? This some kinda game?”

You wish it was.

“Jim, lets go.” Mike practically begs his friend, inching towards the door.

“There’s somebody else here. They’re probably watchin’ us, right now.” His voice trembles at the thought.

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Jim spits, angry at the idea; “I’m talking to you too, creep! Come out and show yourself instead of hiding behind a fucking screen.”

If you say so.

There’s a moment where the screen goes dark, before another message pops up on screen.

Close your eyes.

You obey the message without a word, clenching them as tight as you possibly can. Then, you hear the front door slam shut, despite it being broken off of it’s hinges before.

“What the fuck was–” Jim’s words are cut off by his own strangled screams. Something drops to the ground with a clatter, shortly followed by Mike’s shrill screams that fade as he moves towards the front of the apartment. He begins to plead for something to open as something begins to snap and pop in the living room. You flinch at each noise, nearly sobbing as the man’s screams from in front of you are reduced to garbled grunts and groans, before he goes silent with one final crunch.

Mike’s murmured ‘no, no, no’ can be heard from he hallway as he slams rhythmically against something over and over. The words are chased by his own screams that echo one final time before it’s swiftly cut short, only to be replaced by a deafening silence that leaves your heart beat thrumming in your ears. Ragged breaths help to filter out the lack of sound as you stay glued in place, not daring to open your eyes.

A moment passes, then another; What feels like a few minutes go by before you hear anything else.

“You can open them now.” Your eyes snap open at the almost robotic tone that instinctively feels familiar.

A quick sweep around the room showed that there was nobody there; in fact, there was no sign that they had ever been there in the first place. The only thing that was different was the TV, which was still lit up, the same words that were spoken to you depicted in white letters in the textbox.

You can open them now.

The screen dropped to black, and then lit up again.

All done. You’re welcome.

The screen went dark for the final time that night, and all that was left was the silence.

Next Part

#bendrowned #xreader #creepypasta #fanfic #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #x reader

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lil-gae-disaster · 22 days

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Okay so little funfact about the world(s) of my spidersona:

I first played w the thought of giving them a whole 'nother suit, but this suit was too painful to draw. And it was obviously the colors of the transflag remastered, because the first thing I knew about him before I patchworked my lore and other ocs together was that he would be trans. Because back then I identified as a transman and he was a projection of me w a slightly different name.

The reason for him being trans and not simply a guy was that I made this during the peak of the anti-trans bills in the US and I KNEW that this would flush over to Europe if it wasn't gonna be put to stop in the US. And, to comfort myself, I have made a trans & aroace spidersona who is basically me w more trauma and leads a successful life even with being trans. And aroace. It was important to me to have a successful, alive and happy trans character after seeing the statistics of the suicide rates of trans people. :)

And then I went through a lot of brainstorming, until I came up with

Back then I didn't really think that his old superhero name wouldn't be of my liking.

This is a bit over 9 months old.

And as you can see, I have only changed my artstyle slightly, as one can see when comparing this picture and a picture of his suit I very recently drew

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Same pencil used, same color palette, just slightly different shading)

Then, I was goofing around w him a bit, drawing him and only him, but then I decided upon a Deadpool because, honest to God, we need a Deadpool to spiderman.

And so this picture happened:

Then I goofed around again.

Until I made the picture below and needed to categorize the girl in the drawing

And since I already had a Deadpool and didn't think of venom and ALSO didn't want someone as important as Deadpool dating some civilian (and it also didn't fit in into the lore as seen in the now slightly outdated text), I decided that she'd be black cat.

Then, I came to the conclusion that I hated drawing a beanie as much as I hate the subject Latin, so I redesigned the suit a bit, and also came up w a new artstyle. :D

The first picture of said redesign:

I was goofing around a bit, by then I came to the conclusion I'm agender, and was like "ykw? I need a new spidersona so that I can actually project onto them." This was also when I was experimenting w my new style I have designated to earth 5426.

So, I painted this picture:

And then I was just playing around, being a good little puppeteer, and kinda forgot about my spidersona and friends. UNTIL I managed to draw in spite of my artblock. That is also when I introduce new villain and a new artstyle.

Everybody, welcome ???? ?????? !

And now I'm in possession of about 20-ish OCS all covered in various parts of the multiverse. Some of their lore is explicitly planned (like Novah and Coy) and some is loose (Like MJ, Noah and Wade) and upon some I haven't even decided upon their role yet (???? ??????)

And now I'm vibin' coming up w lore and just drawing what my heart desires :)

#noah rambles #spiderman oc #spidersona #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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cosmica-galaxy · 6 months

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thinking about that one 'Vet is basically the humans dad' ask...

even tho the human loves Their Main Gang (the three protectors and their mimic counterparts) it HAS to be exhausting juggling all of them for extended periods of time. a full week of Buddy and Fiend fighting over them, Pal hauling them around at the most Inconvenient of moments, Vee (playfully) terrorizing them, DJ wanting to mainly do activities that require SO much energy, Camron wanting to be around them as much as possible, AND the human tryna help out with the war when/wherever they can... yeahhh its a lot (they do love it tho!! this is THEIR little found family :])

tldr what im saying is. it'd be nice if after a particularly stressful week, the human knows they could go to Vet's room and destress for a while, vibin and eventually falling asleep with him nearby for the next couple of hours. they go into his room and hes sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper like a True Dad and theres already some snacks and a blanket set up for the human bc Vet saw this coming a mile away. and if anyone tried asking for either of them at this time Vet would hit them with the most disappointed expression a camerman could muster, say 'No", and shut his door in their face. (with the exception of genuine emergencies, of course)

I am behind this 100%. A lot of people enjoy the veteran, including me! He radiates a lot of "dad energy" and will probably do those things for the human. Especially since he watches their antics on the daily and the human gets bounced around and between the group members. Each one vying for the human's attention while they try so hard to both keep peace and entertain their friends, as well as help with the war effort. The moment they look like they're about to collapse from exhaustion, the vet drags them off to his private office and signs for them to lay the fuck down and take a nap. He'll read some material and do some quiet paperwork while the human snores away on the cot nearby while the other members of their friend circle look around and try to find them. So Vet's office becomes a hidaway for the human to get a nessassary break from the chaos that has become their organic life while Vet just shakes his head. "You did this to yourself." He would say through body language. "I know you try to make everyone happy...but don't kill yourself over it. Set some boundaries and take some breaks dammit, before I make you." He would write down on a piece of paper. When things get chaotic, at least you have Vet to rely on when things become too much. <: ) In short...this meme.

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #skibidi tag #anon ask

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years

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I was just floating through space and vibin', and then my ex, suddenly a space turtle, ate me. She spit me out on a space rock and I lived on moon cheese and started a whole new life. I got married. Woke up in tears.

#dream #space dreams #i don’t know why i was so sad #horror #nightmare #space #death tw #marriage #crying

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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How about number 9 with our mothering eel, Jade? :3

Your Face is Warmer Than Usual

Prompt: Person A pressing their forehead against Person B's forehead to check if they have a fever.

Stress and the chaos that you deal with ever since you were brought to this strange world. Other than being a therapist, you have to make sure your grades and Grim’s are proficient, play peacemaker, run the errands for Crowley, and make sure you have a roof as well as food to eat. Get up, go to class, do your study, run errands, make sure no crazy accidents happen, make dinner, do more homework, and try to sleep. Not to mention the repairs to the Ramshackle you needed to do and repairs to be made and go work at the Mostro Lounge.

The pattern repeats over and over while getting little sleep and you thought no one would notice, but one did. A certain tall eel noticed you slightly sluggish behavior when he sees you around the school and at work.

He’s read about usual symptoms about humans being ill, his suspicions were correct when you showed up to school with a face mask. He kept a eye on you through out the day and when lunch came, he found you sitting with the first year group.

Ace riling up Sebek and Deuce while Epel tries to stop him as Jack and you just vibin as Grim ate lunch. However, you appear to be fighting a battle against sleep and you were losing. Jade made sure to get some soup to go from the cafeteria before strolling over and picking you up, catching Jack off guard before noticing it was Jade.

“Maybe you can talk some sense into (Y/N) and get them head back to the dorm,” Jack said, causing Jade to raise an eyebrow. “They’ve been struggling through the day, almost blew up the potion in alchemy and have been sneezing nonstop as well as look like they’re about to collapse.”

“Listen Leech,” Jade turned his head to Grim, looking the tall merman dead in the eye. “Take care of my Henchman until I get back after classes.”

He nodded and carried you bridal style and grabbed your bag before leaving the cafeteria to walk back to your dorm.

My fragile human, even going through life threatening situations, you’re so stubborn about stepping down and taking care of yourself. He thought, sighing before smiling as he stared down at your sleeping self. So peaceful.

When he arrived, he quietly opened the door and closed it behind him once he got in which woke you up.

“Jack, I didn’t need you to carry me to class.” You sleepily groan, causing Jade to smile.

“I’m not Jack, my dear.” Your eyes open immediately and look to see Jade’s smiling face.”

“Wait, where am I? Did Azul make you kidnap me? Or are you here to kill me?” You tiredly glare at him, still half asleep as he walked upstairs.

“No Dearest, You’re sick and I noticed that you are only making it worse for yourself, so I took it upon myself to take care of you.” He said, putting you on your bed and grabbed one of the shirts that you stole from him and some sleeping pants. “Now, I’m going to leave to check your kitchen for medicine and you should change then get right into bed.”

“I’m not sick.” You sigh,closing your eyes, and try to get up before a soft sudden pressure against your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you saw Jade looking at you lovingly, causing your face to flush even worse.

“Usually when you blush, your face isn’t this warm,” He smiled before pulling away. “You better be changed by the time I get back or else, dearest~”

#twst fluff #fluff writing event #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #jade leech #twst jade x reader #twst jade #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #gn reader

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Just saw the Gotham Knights trailer (while i dont agree with all of the character design) the sneak peeks i saw seems like it nailed the characterization

I have been excitedly talking back and forth with some of my buddies about it. I am so excited to see how they do the Court of Owls because my god the trailers are incredible. the characterization of EVERYONE is lovely. Sure, there's some critique on some gameplay choices for various characters. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to make each character balanced with abilities and playable so it's fine.

(Sure, Jason uses magic I'm not fully vibin with that, but what else does he use that the others haven't got? Dick already has electricity so he can’t do that, and he's used magic in the comics before so the devs aren't pulling that idea out of their ass.)

Even if the game story positively sucks I won't be too miffed. the cinematic trailer really shows that the devs have the characters in the right place in their heads.

Unpopular opinion but I really enjoy Jason's design. People keep saying that he looks like a bully and I will throw hands with them. they got the body design PERFECT. Jason should be a BIG dude. Bruce should be second in size and mass compared to Jason, not first. Jason is wide, built, and a big guy.

Sure, it's not the same as the comics, but also comic artists manage to spew out raw dogshit that looks like they've never learned what the words Visually Appealing means *cough cough*

*cough* oh sorry, accidentally slipped and hit ctrl V. well guess I'll keep it there because for some reason it just feels just a bit like it's relevant to the convo (If you can't tell im just a little bit salty about this shit ass artstyle choice.)

People say that Jason looks like a bully. WELL GUESS WHAT?! HE IS ONE! Dudes meant to be built like a big mean tank and I'm glad they didn't just zap him with a pretty boyify machine. He should be big, mean, and intimidating. guys who are that big size and wide frame are the guys who can pull trains with their teeth. People built like Tim or Dick can't reach the amount of muscle mass that Jason could put on.

I think is face design is perfect. Dude has been through some shit and it shows. Do I vibe with the haircut? not fully. But it fits the face of this version of Jason. The long hair up top wouldn't work as well as the buzz. would I prefer a tad more hair on the sides? Yes. But It's a part of the design that shows you a part of how his character acts without even saying a word. It tells you the life he's lived and how he views himself and how he fights.

Anon I know you didn't put this here for me to rant about Jason's design but I have feelings about the matter.

Ok I'm gonna add a photo of the design here and I just want to say that you're fully free to disagree and tell me why you think so in the comments or replies. I'm fully down for a healthy discussion of opinions. Keyword healthy. Present it in a non-aggressive manner. I am so down to chat character designs but not when you're being a dick.

without further ado I present to you; Jason Todd

#bones replies #anon #lil rant there whoops #jason todd #Gotham Knights #dc comics

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pjunicornart · 1 year

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Here I go again pairing Sans' to things.

First it was with MLP characters, this time it's songs from Melanie Martinez's new era of music, Portals. Now with explanations! Okay:

DEATH - Error "Death, is life, is death, is life, is death, is..." My reason for pairing Error with Death is pretty straight forward. He destroys things. In the multiverse, he causes death.

VOID - Geno Being stuck in the save screen I feel is pretty close to a "void". But I also feel like he relates to the lyrics and themes conveyed in the song. The lyrics that cements that for me is "Like a priest behind confession walls I judge myself. Kneeling on a metal grader, bloody like a body that has died, and it's myself."

TUNNEL VISION - Nightmare Whenever I listen to the song with this specific context in mind, I always imagine Nightmare going through the process of becoming goop boy. Having "tunnel vision" for his goals, and following a tunnel to corruption. Yes... I am aware of what the song actually means and some choice lyrics, but the main vibe still hits for Nightmare.

FAERIE SOIREE - Paperjam Okay, to be fair, I had no fucking clue who to pair for a few of these songs, and this was one of them. At first I pictured all of the Sans', but that felt like a cop out. But then I imagined Paperjam just kinda vibin' and creating art to this song and I was like, okay. Sure. It's especially funny because this song symbolizes escapism via kush. I think at the end of the day Paperjam just wants to be left alone.

LIGHT SHOWER - Flower Fell I... feel like I don't need to explain this one too much. I love Frisk and Sans' friendship in this AU. Even though Light Shower can be interpreted as a love song, I feel like you could spin it in the context of friendship easily. Sans felt cleansed by Frisk's kindness. Washed away the mold that his past grew around his heart.

SPIDER WEB - Sans Spider Web is an allegory for internet addiction and fame. Well, Sans is an icon here, and he's not particularly happy being stuck in the middle of the spider web, slowly losing life...

LEECHES - Fresh My reasoning for this one is also pretty straight forward. Fresh, at his basic form, is a parasite. Sucking life from his host. He's a nasty leech.

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX - Swap I think due to his nature, he's often downplayed and seen as a joke. But poke him to battle, and he'll smile as you fall to your feet. Maybe not with his attacks... but with his larynx. He'll be silent until you cross the line. Don't you battle with his larynx tonight.

THE CONTORTIONIST - Fell For this one, I remembered that Fell Pap is like... a huge asshole. Controls Fell with fear and intimidation. For this song though, he's had enough of contorting himself for Papyrus. He's done.

MOON CYCLE - Nymph I fucking struggled with this one, bro. Because Moon Cycle is centered around periods, and describes a man who likes to eat a bitch out while they're on their period. Plus, I don't think any of the Sans' experience menstruation... So, I decided to revive an old AU idea for this one. One where all major characters are gender swapped, and the theme of the AU is all nature-y. Meet Nymph, she experiences periods and her powers - the power to grow flora - heighten while she's shedding any lessons and making room for blessings. (I shall see no Moon Cycle hate. It is my favorite song off this album and it needs to exist.)

NYMPHOLOGY - Dream Dream gives me boss bitch energy. That's pretty much all the reason I have. He'll make you choke on your doubt, ha ha.

EVIL - Cross If you're familiar with Underverse's story, I think you can gather why I chose Cross for this song. If you want to twist the narrative, then sure. He's evil.

WOMB - Ink Same sort of reason for pairing Error with Death. Ink creates and protects, therefore his role is centered around life. In multiverse, he protects life. "Life, is death, is life, is death, is life, is..."

PLUTO - Reaper I really don't like this song, so I just went off vibes for this one. This song gave me Reaper vibes, so there you go.

MILK OF THE SIREN - Cove Again, this is one of those songs where I was like... Pairing a Sans with this song would be weird because they're - for the most part- all masculine presenting, and this song is about misogyny and feminine rage. So I revived another AU idea for this one. Cove is another gender bent Sans. She's a Siren who lures people in with her voice. She never feels bad when those fuckers drown.

POWDER - Dust In the original context of the song, "Powder" is in reference to hard drugs. But obviously, in this context, powder refers to the dust of Chara/Frisk's victims. This song could be from Dust's perspective, confronting Chara after their many genocide runs. Telling them to "Clean it up - watch you die, it's yours to decide".

Well that was a lot! I'm curious to see if anyone else has given any thought into this or if I'm just weird. Let me know in comments or reblogs I guess!

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