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blossombriefs · 3 months

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Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #anime #fanfic #goku x reader #goku #son goku #dbz #fanfiction #oneshot #imagine #x you #bulma #vegeta

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sailtomarina · 5 months

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Be safe

cw: car seat smut

Five years they’d been together and he still didn’t trust Muggle cars—‘death metal’, he called them. He hadn’t been amused in the slightest when she showed him that was actually an entire genre of music.

He was even less amused when she blasted it on full volume the next time she cleaned the house.

But Hermione had grown up in the Muggle world, took her test and drove in the summers away from school. She inherited her dad’s 1967 Aston Martin DB6 when they decided to stay in Australia and sell everything they’d left behind. She stared at it when she first threw open the garage doors, taking in the silver birch, buffed to a high shine.

Her first drive alone, she’d cried.

Her second drive, she’d convinced Draco to sit in the passenger seat.

Her third drive, he’d scowled at her with his arms crossed from the safety of their driveway.

“Be safe. That thing is dangerous.”

“It’s no more dangerous than your Nimbus.”

Grey eyes narrowed in disbelief, and he huffed before stepping back even further. Still, he didn’t turn away. He watched her pull out and continued watching until she’d turned the corner.

Hermione drove the car every chance she could get, which wasn’t that often due to England’s short summers and even less clear days. Every single time she hopped in the driver’s seat and backed out, he called, “be safe,” and, every time, she answered, “always.”

The idea came to her after listening to an old mixtape.

“I don’t see why I need to sit in here when we aren’t even going anywhere,” he muttered, his long legs struggling to get comfortable in the cramped space. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

“This.”

She’d worn a flippable skirt for just this occasion, plopping down atop him with the flexibility of a woman who’d never stopped her daily yoga over the past decade.

“Wha—”

She froze him with a quick immobulus, taking the opportunity to settle her knees on either side of him more comfortably. It really was a wonderful thing that she was as bendy as she was, especially given the way he filled the seat.

His eyes flitted over her face, and she knew were she to let him go now, he’d let out a furious string of expletives. As it was, he couldn’t do a bloody thing.

She tugged on his belt and popped open the top button, humming a little song all the while. A whine spilled out of his still lip from deep in his throat and she paused to look up at him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

His eyes flashed at the leer she’d picked up from him. He really didn’t have anyone else to blame.

In no time at all, she’d slipped her hand in and pulled his cock out, swollen and leaking, and she couldn’t help but swipe her thumb across the top to gather up the essence of Draco and lift it to her lips in a naughty suck, holding eye contact with him the entire time. Then, she shifted up so she could reach under to pull the gusset of her knickers to the side as she murmured a quick lubrication charm.

She released her spell on him.

“You,” he snarled, one hand immediately landing on her hip, the other placing himself at her entrance. He pulled down as his hips thrust up, and she was filled with the delicious length of him, thick and deep and hitting all the right places.

“Ah!” she cried out, throwing her head back and feeling her long curls cascading down her back. She rode him hard, meeting his fierce pace with her own.

It wasn’t long before the windows fogged up and she had a nagging thought in the back of her mind of a police officer knocking on the glass to tell them off like a couple of horny teenagers without anywhere else to go. They had an entire home filled with surfaces to defile, and here she was wanting to christen the car she’d grown up loving. She’d bet a million galleons that her parents had done the same in this very seat, and nearly cackled at the filthiness of overriding their invisible stains with her own.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he finally got out, his breath heavy. “You know I hate this thing—”

“What better way to get over it?” she said hotly against his lips, clenching her inner walls as tightly as she could and watching him go nearly crossed eyed at the stranglehold.

He was close, his speed going erratic and his fingers tightening on her hips in the way it always did when she found bruises afterward. She wore them with pride, smirking into the mirror as she placed her own fingertips atop them.

He could just finish ahead of her in revenge, but Draco wouldn’t ever be so selfish no matter how much she pissed him off. He splayed one hand against her lower back to keep pressing her downward. The other squeezed between them to rub circles around her just there. He shifted slightly, amazing, really, in the bucket seat, and then he was hammering against a part of her that now had her rolling back her eyes and grunting with each thrust.

She exploded with a scream that might have alerted authorities to their impropriety were they actually in the vicinity. As it was, only the neighbor’s cat startled, sprinting across the yard away from the shaking car. Draco followed her immediately after, groaning long as he pulsed inside of her, his head dropping into her chest.

“You witch.”

“Well, obviously.”

“You do realize that now you owe me a ride on my broomstick?”

“Isn’t that what we just did?”

“Ha-ha.”

But ride his broomstick, she did, and if he preceded their airborne coupling with a barrel roll or two, who was she to complain?

WC 992

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross-posted on Tumblr and (eventually) AO3

Happy, happy Thanksgiving to me! I wrote this while hanging out with my parents as they watched a horrible little tv series I couldn’t be arsed to watch. Quality family time, you know? Also, the Aston Martin was swapped in for an Alfa Romeo last minute, sorry for any fans of the prior.

#dramione #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

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smallgodseries · 8 months

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[image description: A bright prismatic nimbus of psychedelic flames swirls around a single button of peyote cactus which looks like a wrinkled and inscrutable humanoid face. Text reads, “56, Wily Peyote ~ The Small God of Psycho Activity”]

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He has his favorites.

All gods do. The gods, they say, play dice with mortal lives, because when you’re immortal (not eternal, that’s a different basket of fruit, but immortal, and unending, until they do), there aren’t many games that can actually hold your interest for more than a few decades.

We do not speak of the time when Melusine attempted to introduce the pantheon to Monopoly. The echoes of that war are still resounding through the remotest of halls, unending, like the toll of a bell with no clapper.

But Wily, he has his favorites.

He is with the addicts who seek his embrace in controlled substances, chasing him one hit at a time, and while he may feel badly to have stolen their lives away, they made a choice, once upon a time; they chose the shiver and the swirl, and he will not refuse them.

He is with the curious who seek his embrace for the very first time, the pipe or the pill or the phial or the needle in their hands, and he guides them as gently as his ever-shifting nature allows, and he hopes that he will not become their one true god, even as he hopes to see them again. Like all things that live, he wants to survive, and that means, on some level that he must spread the faith.

He is with the ones whose own minds produce the chemicals and chaos that enable his ascension, the ones who see the air alight with colors, the ones who seek pharmaceuticals not to join him, but to push him, however temporarily, to the side. He loves them all.

No matter what else can be said of him, he loves them all. He can’t help himself.

He doesn’t want to.

But he has his favorites, and he keeps them as close as he can, even when they slip free of his grasp for their own good, and he cheers for their survival. He would save every one of them if he could.

He never had a chance.

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Artist Lee Moyer (Trident of Aurelia, 13th Age) and author Seanan McGuire (Wayward Children, October Daye & InCryptid series) sincerely appreciate you, whether or not you're a bud.

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thefirstknife · 10 months

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While I 100% agree that if people aren't having fun they should take a step back/quit, I don't like the "if you're not having fun just go find another game" argument because it's so often used to shut down actual legitimate criticism from people who are otherwise enjoying the game but want genuine problems to be addressed. (I've seen it, for example, when people try to bring up bigotry in games and suggest maybe making some changes to remove it. I always get wary when I see people say it now.)

Oh yeah absolutely. There's real criticism that we have to be able to point out and discuss. A lot of the times people use this for any minor criticism someone has and I agree, that's often a way to shut down the conversation. Criticism in general is supposed to come from a place of love: you love something and you want to see it be better.

Unfortunately, in this case, when the community turns into ONLY negativity and criticism, it's kinda hard to believe they care about the game anymore. If people still had some positive stuff to engage with and were enjoying the game but had issues, then sure. But most of the negativity online right now is just purely rage bait. Bungie apparently has no redeeming qualities, and Destiny is dead. Misinformation is spreading about everything: all devs abandoned Destiny to work on Marathon (claim with no source that's accepted as fact and makes no sense: Destiny is the only game making them money, they can't abandon it before Marathon is out. Like, logically), monetisation is the worst in the industry (I genuinely don't believe that they play other games if they think that Destiny's monetisation is the worst in the industry), Bungie is maliciously banning people for fun (????) but also Bungie isn't banning people enough, Bungie is maliciously making server issues and didn't develop a "fix server" button in their office, game development is easy and Bungie is just lazy and the devs don't want to tell us anything because they're evil, Destiny is falling apart and nobody is playing anymore (just trust me bro), and most recent one which is possibly the most baffling of all - Bungie Foundation is a scam to write off taxes. Yes, that is currently discourse (which apparently gets recycled every year). Bungie Foundation, a charity organisation that's been going on for 13 years and is an independent registered organisation, is a scam. This is where we're at with the community mentality. And there's even more.

When we're at this point, it's truly something else. Like, if they believe conspiracy theories about Bungie and think Bungie is scamming them, maybe they just shouldn't play the game anymore. Why are they still here if they think this is all a scam? I would drop the game if I believed any of this so strongly.

Normal people having criticism and all is perfectly fine however! I did my fair share especially recently about the season pass pricing changes which I called a predatory practice and still believe it is. There's a lot more stuff to complain about while still enjoying the game and not basing your entire online existence and personality on hating Bungie. If they've got nothing else to do besides sitting on twitter shitting on Bungie, maybe it's time to move on.

I've also had my suspicions about the motives for hardcore Bungie hate after the incidents involving transphobic attacks on Bungie devs following the LF showcase, as well as all the crap about Nimbus and their VA. Given the recent developments about the general anti-LGBT+ mentality, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a contingent of people who are focusing on Bungie more than anyone else for how outspoken they are in their support for LGBT+ causes. Like, not to do some big reach or something but it's fairly curious that gamers online are adopting the anti-LGBT+ sentiments while Bungie is aggressively supportive. It just rubs me the wrong way that the one company that's committed to this and has been for years before most other companies jumped on the bandwagon is the one that they're choosing to paint as the worst villain. And the LGBT+ support isn't even all, as Bungie has other initiatives where they actively support women's right, reproductive rights, poc rights, disability rights and so on). I don't know, I've been a part of the gaming community for a long time and while there's been massive changes since the early days (and since gamergate days), the issues of bigotry in gaming remain. It feels particularly suspicious to, out of ALL companies, single out Bungie which invests in charities and progressive causes. Like, in the grand scheme of things, every corpo is robbing me blind, I know that, I have to give money to corpos to live on this Earth, so I at least want to give it to a corpo that considers me to be a human being and funds causes that promote my rights, instead of wanting me dead.

Ironically, all of this weird hate makes it harder to have actual normal criticism. It just gets drowned and lost in the sea of exaggerated bullshit and lies and conspiracies perpetuated by people who just don't seem to like the game anymore. At the end of the day, it's a video game. Whatever criticism we have, if it gets to the point where we just can't handle the state of the game, the best way to show it is to simply stop playing. A deluge of harassment on twitter will not bring about meaningful change nor will it adequately convey our criticism to anyone. If they truly want some changes, they would do this criticism in a way that matters, instead of creating a horde of angry gamers who will latch onto every lie and create a hate bandwagon.

#destiny 2 #bungie #long post #ask #i def agree with the premise of the ask btw. if that isn't clear #not all criticism is just meaningless rage #unfortunately it's harder than ever to parse through the bullshit to find it #and like. if this leads to less monetisation or something. sure. I'd like that too #but the methods being employed here are literally only hurting community managers devs and the community itself #the marketing board of execs at bungie who decided on monetisation aren't reading twitter comments #going at bungie won't solve the problems of capitalism #you gotta join a different cause to do that my working class siblings #check a discussion on the industry from thiccest_yosh on twitter (he's a bungie dev)#he specifically called out monetisation ruining art as well as misinformation and rage being spread by CCs #refreshing to see this being said directly and publicly by someone who works in the industry #and one more note on the bigotry stuff that made me bitter about aztecross and his stupid video the most #aztecross played supported and promoted hogshit legacy. this big 'anti-corpo warrior'#funding one of the biggest bigots in the world who actively works on trying to kill as many people as possible. totally fine i guess #'it's just a video game.' but with bungie it's life and death apparently #it makes me super bitter and suspicious. especially given how many CCs were in on misgendering characters #i dont trust any of these people. they're a business and when the business is bigotry they gladly participate

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radioves · 2 years

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[id : a drawing of lizzie ldshadowlady. lizzie is a lady with pale skin and long, curly pink hair, tied in to two buns with the rest hanging down to her lower back. she is facing towards the left, looking off into the top right corner with a small smile. she is wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves, decorated with white ruffles, along with a dark blue pinstripe corset. there is a pink bow tied to her back, with a smaller bow tied around her collar. she has golden freckles dotted across her cheeks, with gold beads in her hair, buttons, and earrings to match. she holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands, with a matching flower crown placed atop her head. she is standing within a field of similar flowers that grow tall, with shorter pale grass at the bottom. the sky is a pale greenish-blue color, mottled with clouds. there is an overlay that makes the image appear as if it is underwater, supported by the pale, featureless fish that swim behind her. a pale yellow halo is behind her head, silhouetting her. end id]

#i was trying to practice drawing curly hair #but then i got mad and put her underwater sorry #it looks… yknow what yeah. it looks #researchers advise against trying to figure out what fucking style of dress this is supposed to represent in the slightest #posts that would get me done in by a historian or as i would like to call it‚ a true man’s fate #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #mcyt #ldshadowlady #[.art]#id in alt text #id under cut

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abstractednotebook · 2 months

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✬Basics✬

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I’m a 20 year old witch named Nimbus.

I use the she—her pronouns.

This blog will serve as a spot for me to post my knowledge

I’ve gathered throughout the years.

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✬More in-depth✬

I enjoy reading, writing, and learning in general. Which translates into me having a lot of nonsensical albeit trivial information on a variety of topics, but I’m always going to site my sources when needed. I don’t pretend as if I know absolutely everything about any given topic, though I will say I do know quite a bit about a few such as astrology (though, I’m still learning how to make predictions), Tarot-reading (I LOVE doing and speaking about tarot), as well as crafting spells (though, I most likely will speak very limitedly on this topic).

If at any point in time something I’ve said sparks any form of a question, please feel free to ask me! I’m more than happy to explain myself further, just maybe not on the spell-work things. I’ll go over basic correspondences and whatnots, but I will not get into how or why my spell worked, which specific deity I contacted for help, or whatever else in that nature.

But, if you’re afraid to ask a question publicly (I’m pretty sure I have anonymous asks turned on), please be sure to message me.

I hope to build a little family of followers on here; so please feel free to follow this blog even if you are not a witch or into the occult, or you’re just trying to feel everything out!

I do not have an DNI list, as I use the block button freely. Do not be an asshole, and you will not get blocked!

Have a great day.

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6ixkio · 2 years

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the tease - jujutsu kaizen

synopsis : gojo refuses to give pretty boy y/n a kiss 😹 this is more gn!reader but made with male!reader intent

cw : none ? just fluff .. ?

characters : gojo satoru , the fucking circus

note : yes this is proofread bc i'm smooth like that- but why does the shuffle button know JUST what to play for when i'm writing ?? might make a youtube channel just to make mini playlist for scenarios like nimbus ! they're cool

fucking.. asshole. yeah. sounds about right. that’s exactly what he is.

you stood on your boyfriend's porch, hoping he would finally let his guard down. the comfortable grip he had on your waist while your hands sat on his shoulder just made you want to lean into him. yet, each time you did, you wanted to wrap those same hands of yours around his neck. he made you feel like you were high and just so in love at the same time. the perfect feeling, like a brent faiyaz song. there were only a few times he would let you stare into his eyes, so you did nothing but appreciate it when you got the chance. you looked at his ocean blues, his gaze filling your throat with honey. all you wanted to do was tell him how much you loved him, no matter how fruity it would sound. his touch invoked a strong, warm emotion in your chest. he made you feel the type of way that makes anime characters eyes go dozy while your pupils turned into hearts. "could you fucking stop ?" he chuckled at your annoyance, but you just wanted to go inside already. you leaned in again to kiss him, but like clockwork he refused to let your lips link. each lean resulted in a pull back, nudge, or jerk to the side. every attempt made his shit-eating grin grow wider and wider. how you hadn't slapped him or stomped off was beyond the both of you. well, let's be honest- you wanted it so bad. you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend once he dropped you off at home after your date. the strong, warm emotion in your chest went up to your throat as your patience grew thin with him. why does he have to make it so hard for you to love him ? he'll never stop, he probably can't. the sound of your feet dragging against the floor slightly tickled your ears as you inched closer to him. one last time.. once again, he yanked his face away from you. chuckling again at your pitiful attempts to actually kiss him. you were just about ready to give up. your face went pale and rid itself of any emotion, not entertained by the shit he was just eating up. his mischievous grin lightened a little as he bent down an inch to place a kiss- except, he fucking didn't. you went to lean into his lips, but he snapped back away from you. your eyebrows furrowed while images of you kicking him the balls flashed through your eyes. your death glare caused him to tense up a little, but don't get me wrong, he was very amused by the reaction he was getting. you plunged the tips of your fingers into his shoulders as you became more and more fed up, rewarding you with a sharp wince jumping from gojo's lips. this couldn't go on much longer, he knew it. "fine." the words immediately brightened up your face, eyes growing wide along with the light, yet strong smile on your face. you stared into his eyes, it feeling like months going by as he slowly leaned towards you. the hands on your hips lightened their grip as they slithered down to your ass. but now this time, you were the one pulling away. before he could fully kiss you, you took a big step back, naturally making him freeze in his place- lips puckered. he slunked down, bringing his hands down to his sides, bratty pout apparent. "you couldn't kiss me, but you think i'mma let you touch my ass?" you stepped back up to him, pecking his lips quickly, just to turn around and make your way to your car. finally.

© 2022 6IXKIO – do not copy , modify , or repost any content posted to this blog or claim it as your own. please ask before translating my works here or on any platforms. do not repost or recommend any content of mine on platforms like twitter or tiktok. please don't start shit , if you don't like what you see, just block me and move the fuck on. mwa mwa kiss kiss.

#gojo x male reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #fanfic #fem aligned dni #gojou satoru x male reader #male reader #male reader blog #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader

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simside · 2 years

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Nimbus: You’re a little bit ridiculous.

Maze: Not ridiculous, just care about getting my old friends back. Besides - maybe if I apologize for leading Summer on soon, which I didn’t even realize I was doing, Summer and Basil will figure themselves out and end up together sooner rather than later, since they’re so fond of each other’s company all of a sudden.

Nimbus: And leave me as the odd one out again, per usual? Sure.

Maze: Oh, come on. Not anymore, right? You have Athena.

#Nimbus Button #Maze Button #Button legacy #blg4

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heavenlyeros · 1 year

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there is patrol line by dear queen quinn 💖🌈📞 pss call me that brings up some neptunian wildlife called the 'blue tiger', and it sounds like it might have gone extinct.

i think we can all agree this is most likely some stripey, not even tiger-adjacent creature that doesn't exist on earth today which they named 'blue tiger' because us humans are like that. and it'd be super cool if we got confirmation, and we got to see it! and if we got to see more of the alien critters they have, besides the delightful pouka. bungie are amazing at environment and character design.

but i love (earth) tigers. with my whole heart. so i had to make myself a little tiger as a memento from neomuna at least until bungie sells a nimbus action figure sorry tiger. and then somehow that became an entire clown car of them??? mysteriously? as art often does. (if you'd like to take one off my hands their enclosures are here. they are fighting over territory in the creature basket.)

i'm going to put these in a little magical circle and manifest this scenario so hard: once survival was no longer immediate priority, the neomuni absolutely fucked around with ishtar collective genetic data and adapted tigers to live on neptune. tigers are the coolest. who wouldn't want tigers? and then they made them blue because blue tigers are sick.

click the ooooo mysterious button for a surprise 💙☁️🐯🌩

(tigers are not toys and shouldn’t be in anyone’s mouth. wolfie gets sniffles because he is gentle and well behaved)

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cosmicocoffee · 1 year

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I’m looking at those buttons on casual Gijinka!Nimbus’s shirt and like

Those girls are holding on for dear life haha

I love your art it’s super fluffy!

They fought a long battle, but the ending is inevitable. 😔

Also thank you so much!!! I really appreciate it!!😭🙏💖💖💖

#nintendo #kirby #kirby series #hal laboratory #oc #kirby fanart #kirby franchise #nimbus #kirby ocs #kirby original character #kirby oc #oc ask #oc artwork

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sailtomarina · 9 months

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HBD, Harry!

Maybe if he pretended today was like any other day, nobody would remember that it was Harry Potter’s birthday.

Once upon a time, nothing would have made him happier than acknowledgement of his day of birth, much less these several past years of celebration. It had all started with Hagrid’s cake and a curly pig tail, and now? Now, Harry was well into his 30s. The time for rejoicing in turning one year older was over.

Just this past month he’d finished training the next line of aurors, kids straight out of their N.E.W.T.s and over eager to catch the baddies and get their names in the limelight. He’d put them through their paces, made them almost wish they’d never been born. He could still run laps around young adults twenty years his junior. They only wished they could land a single hex on the Head Auror.

That still didn’t stop him from realizing that it had been years since he last beat his personal bests. He could glare at his Nimbus 5000 all he wanted—the broom still couldn’t catch his decade-old record. Harry had carved the downward turn of his graph of marathon times into his heart. There was no question about it.

He was getting old.

So forget about the cake, forget about the candles and sparklers. Forget about a special dinner. He’d take Ginny out the next weekend, somewhere poncy, somewhere she’d get to wear some sinful, body-hugging excuse of a dress.

He should’ve known better than to expect her to forget. He should’ve stolen one of Hermione’s latest Time Turners, or maybe jumped straight from bed into his invisibility cloak.

The second he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee before work, Ginny pounced.

“Hey there, birthday boy.” She snagged him in her arms and shoved him against the counter.

“Ginny, wait—”

Any protests were silenced by a swift yank on his tie, another hand in his still unruly hair—thank goodness he’d never have to worry about balding—and the complete ownership of his lips by one Mrs. Potter.

How could he do anything but submit? Of course he’d wrap his arms around her and her still fit form.

“I made reservations for Tito’s,” she bit out breathlessly, hands now yanking at the buttons of his shirt.

“Love, I’d rather stay home—” He choked as she twisted a nipple and grinned up at him.

“We can come home after and stay in bed for however long you’d like.” She peppered his chest with kisses, moving steadily downward.

“It’s not that, it’s just…Gin!”

He yanked her up the moment she reached for his belt, and nearly laughed at the look on her face, a mixture of someone having stolen the last pudding and the sight of an open shot to the goalpost.

“What?”

“Can we not celebrate my getting older this year? We can go to Tito’s this weekend instead and celebrate, I dunno, your next big scoop.”

Oh, he did not like the smirk on her lips.

“Are you…having a midlife crisis?”

“No!”

“Because Harry, you know witches and wizards live a lot longer than muggles, right? We’re not even middle aged.”

“I know that.”

“Then why the sudden hesitation?”

He could barely think with the way her fingers brushed up and down his torso. “I’m not old, but I’m not young. I haven’t beaten my own times in years. We have three kids now. I sit behind a desk more than go out into the field.”

Ginny snorted before running her eyes down his body, licking her lips at the sight. “Babe, do you even realize why you’re not getting faster?”

“Why?” He dared her to say it. That he was fat, that he was slow. As ridiculous as the desire was for her to state the ugly truths, he needed someone else to point them out.

She lay her hands flat against his stomach with a predatory smile. “You didn’t have these when you were a seeker, not even in the first few years as an auror.” She pressed down on his abs, making him flex in reaction.

That did make sense. He was several stone heavier now than he was as a new recruit, so of course he’d be slower. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, or anything like that, but there was a weight to his movements now, one that he’d unconsciously adapted to in combat and mock quidditch matches.

“So no more of this birthday-less nonsense, okay? I want to celebrate my husband’s special day…starting right now.”

She resumed her descent and there were no further protests. Harry’s mind blissed out over the next couple of hours, and nobody batted an eyelash when he waltzed into the Auror Department late. It was his birthday, after all.

WC 797 Might this be my first ever Hinny? I think it is, other than when I've referred to them in Dramione pieces. Either way, happy birthday, Harry!

#harry potter fanfiction #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley

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readytion1tech · 12 days

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Unleashing the Ultimate Gaming Experience: The Top iOS Controllers for Gaming Enthusiasts

In the realm of gaming, the pursuit of the perfect experience is an eternal quest. For iOS users, finding the best iOS controllers to enhance their gaming escapades is crucial. Whether you’re into fast-paced action, immersive RPGs, or classic arcade games, having the right controller can make all the difference. Join us as we explore the top iOS controllers that promise to unlock unparalleled gaming experiences for enthusiasts.

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The Evolution of iOS Gaming Controllers

Gone are the days when touchscreens were the only interface for mobile gaming. The evolution of iOS gaming controllers has transformed the way gamers interact with their favorite titles. From simple joysticks to sophisticated gamepads, the options available today cater to diverse gaming preferences and styles.

Enhancing Gameplay with Precision and Control

When it comes to iOS gaming, precision and control are paramount. The best iOS controllers offer responsive buttons, ergonomic designs, and customizable features that elevate gameplay to new heights. Whether you’re navigating treacherous terrains or engaging in intense battles, these controllers provide the tactile feedback and accuracy needed to stay ahead of the game.

Top iOS Controllers for Gaming Enthusiasts

1. SteelSeries Nimbus+

As one of the leading names in gaming peripherals, SteelSeries delivers excellence with the Nimbus+ controller. Featuring clickable joysticks, pressure-sensitive buttons, and a rechargeable battery, the Nimbus+ offers unparalleled precision and comfort for extended gaming sessions. With its seamless compatibility with iOS devices, this controller is a must-have for serious gamers.

2. Razer Kishi

For gamers who crave console-like controls on their iOS devices, the Razer Kishi is the ultimate solution. This innovative controller seamlessly transforms your iPhone into a handheld gaming console, complete with clickable analog thumbsticks and responsive buttons. With its ergonomic design and low-latency connection, the Razer Kishi delivers a gaming experience that rivals traditional consoles.

3. Gamevice

Designed specifically for iOS devices, the Gamevice controller combines portability with performance. Its unique design wraps around your iPhone or iPad, providing a secure grip and intuitive controls. Whether you’re playing on the go or at home, the Gamevice controller ensures a seamless gaming experience with minimal setup required.

4. Horipad Ultimate

The Horipad Ultimate stands out as a versatile and feature-packed iOS controller. With its sleek design and customizable buttons, this controller offers a personalized gaming experience for every player. Whether you’re a casual gamer or a competitive pro, the Horipad Ultimate delivers responsive controls and reliable performance across a wide range of games.

Elevate Your Gaming Experience Today

With the top iOS controllers at your fingertips, there’s no limit to the gaming experiences you can unlock on your iOS device. Whether you’re exploring vast virtual worlds or battling foes in intense multiplayer matches, these controllers empower you to take your gaming to the next level. Say goodbye to touchscreen limitations and hello to precision control and immersive gameplay with the best iOS controllers on the market.

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teaandgames · 4 months

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Top And Bottom of 2023

2023, we hardly knew ye. Everyone says the years go by fast but this one barely shook my hand before running off. Maybe it’s because I’m thirty now. Maybe as the decades pass, the years get faster. In which case, by the time I’m eighty I should be able to do a decade of games in one post. Now that’s efficiency.

Anyway, this list only contains games I’ve actually played, so you can blame time and money for the lack of games like Baldur’s Gate 3 on this list. Instead, it’s going to be a little bit of a strange list, so bear with me. I’ll be doing top and bottom five, just to get straight to the point really, and alternating them, to try and drum up some suspense.

That leads me to…

Fifth Bottom - Dead Island 2

From a purely functional standpoint, Dead Island 2 doesn’t really do anything wrong. Hitting the zombies is fun, strapping batteries to machetes is fun, walking along beaches is fun. But at the end of the day, functional is all it is. The fun I had with it is not unique to Dead Island 2 and is done better in pretty much every other big zombie release. Dead Island 2 is just a zombie game, with no other thought or creativity poured into it. Doomed to slide out of your brain the moment it’s done.

I’d say to play Dying Light 2 instead but, to be honest, I didn’t have time to play that one either.

Fifth Top - I’m On Observation Duty 6

This one is a bit of a cheat, as I’ve not actually played that much of number 6 itself. But I haven’t given the previous ones the props they deserve, so sod it, I’m doing it here. I’m on Observation Duty has a unique mechanic - a sort of horror spot-the-difference. You man security cameras, pointing out differences and looking out for intruders. It’s thoroughly unsettling, wonderfully engaging and yet so brutally simple.

It shows the value of a good idea that’s given a lot of room to breathe. You could probably make the case that 6 is little more than a rehash of the previous ones but I don’t care. Just give me more.

Fourth Bottom - Rogue Cards

I feel a little bad about this one, not least because the developer sent me a classy email after the review went up. Still, this was a year that was saturated in roguelikes. I’ve lost count of the amount of cards I’ve thrown at bad guys. It’s like if Vegas was taken over by goblins. Rogue Cards drew the short straw, unfortunately, by being a below average roguelike in a saturated year.

Its runs all feel a bit repetitive, it doesn’t look that great and the good ideas it has are dragged down by the rest of it. My fondest hope is that it becomes a learning experience and those lessons can be fed into another bloody genre.

Fourth Top - DREDGE

I only learned about DREDGE days before I reviewed it. I just liked the title. It turned out to be an absolutely wonderful game and one of the few titles this year that I played after I had finished reviewing it. It’s a lesson in how horror can build up at the pace of the player, as that first mutated fish you catch changes everything. There’s no going back after fishing a bloated, pus-filled mass out of your nets.

It also potentially shows that nearly anything can go together with a life simulator. Eldritch horror? Why not? I’ll be over here playing fish tetris when you need me.

Third Bottom - Nimbus INFINITY

Part of why I started reviewing games was to dip my toes into genres I’d never experienced before. You never know when you might find something new and exciting. Probably won’t be the Mecha genre though, going by Nimbus INFINITY, which was a lesson in crashes, awkward writing and awful voice acting. My only real memory from the game is the mispronunciation of ‘biplanes’, which really isn’t a good thing.

The combat did have its moments but really just boiled down to locking on and mashing the fire button. Final boss fight was a pain in the arse too.

Third Top - The Talos Principle 2

At one point in my life, I considered doing a philosophy degree. I’d quite enjoyed it in school. Decided against it though, which was a shame. It might have helped me appreciate what The Talos Principle 2 was banging on about. I joke - I did genuinely appreciate the philosophy in The Talos Principle 2. Its characters were deep and the central issue of growth vs. destruction gets more relevant by the day.

It also had some excellent laser puzzles, even if it can’t find many philosophical things to say about them.

Second Bottom - Assassin’s Creed Mirage

Might be a controversial one this, but Ubisoft has ten times the resources of others on this list and they still churned out something that’s fundamentally shallow. Frustrating, given the interesting setting. Basim is a suitable face for it, being as deep as a Disney prince, who spends his every second of screen time talking about how he wants a better future. Too busy for a personality, bless him. Then all the side-content followed suit by being as shallow as a teaspoon.

It was a brave return to the original formula and I applaud that. Assassin’s Creed desperately needs to get rid of its bloat. Still, this feels more like a chicken bone thrown to fans of the original rather than any real attempt to rekindle the fire.

Second Top - Blasphemous 2

A very valid criticism of Blasphemous 2 is that it’s little more than an extension of the original. My rebuttal is simple: I don’t care. If I had found a suitable replacement for Blasphemous in the meantime, it might have held water but I didn’t. Blasphemous’ world is idiosyncratic and I’ll take whatever I can get. It helps that Blasphemous 2 did a lot to make its gameplay a lot smoother and a lot less frustrating.

Granted, it did that by shaving down the ‘Vania’ part of Metroidvania. Maybe I’m just more of a Metroid Man?

The Bottom! - Anthology of Fear

Horror is one of my favourite genres - certainly my favourite film genre. So I’m always inclined to be a bit more critical towards it. That certainly didn’t do Anthology of Fear any favours but you don’t need to be a critic to see its flaws. Brutally short with barely any interaction on our part, it fails to either engage or scare. You’d get much the same experience by browsing the new releases on itch.io and at least they would be free.

Looked nice though.

The Top! - World of Horror

It’s rare to stumble across a game that could have been personally made for you. I’m a huge fan of Junji Ito-style body-horror and World of Horror serves that up in a unique style. It somehow preserves the unsettling, skin-crawling feeling that comes from reading body horror manga, which is no mean feat. I think it’s down to the stories contained within and the constant knowledge that death is never too far away.

It’s not everyone’s cup of tea and the graphics and general feel might turn some people off but I’ll be damned if it didn’t charm the hell out of me. Just as well, seeing as I’d been following it for about half a decade.

So that’s the year - even I wasn’t expecting to put a horror game as the first place on both lists but, hey, it’s been a scary year. Here’s to 2024. I hope you have fun with your 2024 games. I’ll be busy saving my pennies for all the 2023 releases I missed. If you come back next year, I might even be able to tell you how Like a Dragon: Gaiden is.

For fun, here's a quick list of others that didn't quite make it to my top list:

Like a Dragon: Ishin - was a lot of fun, but the updated faces ruined the plot a bit.

Dave the Diver - the best game that I keep forgetting about.

Riftbound - mistakenly got a code for it this year but released last year, so wasn't viable. Wonderful tower defence game. What Plants vs. Zombies 2 should have been.

Astrea: Six Sided Oracles - The best roguelite I played this (last?) year. Maybe because it didn't use cards.

TEVI - an adorable metroidvania with great movement, if flat combat

Hope 2024 brings good things!

#World of Horror #Anthology of Fear #Assassin's Creed Mirage #Dead Island 2 #The Talos Principle 2 #Rogue Cards #DREDGE #Blasphemous 2 #Nimbus INFINITY #I'm on Observation Duty 6 #Gaming #Video Games #2023 #Tea And Video Games

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uhohitsdorian · 2 years

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Doodle dump from the past few months!

[Image: seven doodles of various D&D characters, most of them mine.

1) Solace, a drow bard with fluffy hair that covers his face, sat on the ground and wearing a conical dunce hat. He is surrounded by various arrows all pointing to him with the label “this guy!” 2) An edit of the fuck go back meme. The first drawing is of Mitchell, a drow wizard, and @leidensygdom’s Urion, a drow-genasi bard. A finger presses a button on the keyboard labelled “awww baby”. The next drawing is of Solace and the Onirist (also LS’s). The finger presses the button again, now labelled “fuck go back”. 3) Freefall, @jupitisms’ tiefling blood hunter, in a tight embrace by a wide-eyed Effie (a changeling fighter in guise as a tiefling), both teetering over the edge of a cliff and both being ultimately held back from falling by Daphne, @nightfirexd’s tiefling ranger. 4) Mitchell and Effie’s floating heads, with a lit torch being passed from the former to the latter. There is text around them that says “Spiritual successor / long white hair & autism voice”. This is true. 5) A drawing of three drow tethered together with a rope in marching order: @bardcharms’ ranger Dax at the front of the line on the right, @eve-stirwin’s rogue Quiche in the middle, and my warlock Cato bringing up the rear. Above them is the text “keep all arms and legs inside of the party at all times!” 6) Alva, a tiny person with very long hair, looks up in absolute awe and adoration (heart-eyes and all) at the Empress, a much, much taller, vague and elegant figure. (Alva has since begun referring to her as her girlfriend, though hasn’t mentioned anything about it to the Empress herself.) 7) A short comic in grayscale. @jupitisms’ Nimbus, a tiefling druid with curly hair and branches sprouting from her horns, holds up Opportunity (a wood elf wearing a magpie-skull mask, with bad vibes emanating off him in black scribbles) like a cat, with a pleading face, saying “babe please can we keep him”. Providence, her girlfriend and his nemesis, stands imposingly with glowing eyes and the moon behind her, and answers (in distorted, glowing capital letters) “he is a scourge on benevolence”. Nimbus’ eyes grow wider and sadder, and she adds desperately, “…and a baby”. 8) Heaven Le Scourge, a tiefling, lying on a bed and talking animatedly into a rotary phone in much the manner of a stereotypical teenage girl in an 80s movie. She has rollers in her hair and there’s a magazine lying open next to her. (Though not shown, she’s on call with @leidensygdom’s Solaralith, discussing their diabolical acts of cruelty and plans for world domination together.) 9) An addendum to the one above, showing Crocus (Heaven’s bodyguard, a drow-tiefling blood hunter) t-posing in a dress, with text above indicating that she has been “dressed up to play poison tea party”.

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 2 years

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A Broken Legacy

A/N: Okay, so as some of you may know. I've always been a massive fan of the batman Arkham series, and the animated tv show, pretty much just the whole Batman universe. So after replaying Arkham Knight for the 5th time and reading all of @batarella series on The Commander ( which is amazing and better than any ramblings I could come up with so please check out their stories!)

I decided to create my own Arkham Knight story, which will be a slow burn, but we all know I'm a slut for smut so you bet your ass there will be smut coming up in this bad boy!

So without anymore pointless rambling from me I present you the main rambles!

Please let me know if you liked this and want some more! because I have a lot planned for this story!

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Warnings: WILL BE NSFW SO DONT GET INVESTED IF YOUR UNDER 18, mentions of threatening and violence. I guess also language, if you don't like swearing then Yikes, leave my page immediately

This was the beginning of it all. His revenge. Batman would pay for every second of pain he had to endure during his life. As he looked in the mirror, taking in the sight of himself in his armour. His red, black, and white camouflage armour, complete with the Arkham logo emblazoned on his armoured chest. He reached over to the table next to him, grabbing the cold metallic cowl, placing it on his head covering his sweating face, his dark hair already sticking to his face in the early morning heat. He pressed the button on the side of his cowl as it began to glow with a blue neon light. His thoughts where interrupted by the loud banging on the wooden door to his private room.

“Sir! The squadrons are arriving, your needed on the training grounds for the final appraisals”

“About fucking time”

the Arkham Knight said, holstering his dual pistols and heading to the door.

Lucy was nervous. She knew the plan inside out, as second in command she had to. But this was the part that always made her nervous. She had done her part, and now the rest of the plan hinged on the abilities of others. Of course, Lucy had heard of Slade Wilson, otherwise known as Deathstroke but this other guy was new, and Lucy didn’t like to rely on people she didn’t know.

“Is the modified toxin ready for production?”

“Yes Mr Crane, all supplies have been successfully imported into Gotham over the past year. There is one more delivery scheduled for the Nimbus cells for all militia vehicles, however Mr Stagg has been dragging his feet and provided no further updates on the status of the Cloudburst.”

He stood with his back to her, letting out an audible sigh. The ragged cloth of his mask draping down his body making him look like some creepy-ass hobo grim reaper. He was a dangerous man, arguably thee most dangerous man in Gotham. Lucy hadn’t had much of a choice when he approached her outside the Stagg enterprises lab she used to work at. At first, she did refuse. No amount of money was going to motivate her to get messed up with a monster like him. However, when he arrived in the middle of the night, with three armed thugs and his hideous syringe hands around her adoptive mother’s neck, threatening to inject her with his fear toxin, she knew she had no choice. After everything Selina had done for her, taking her in as a child, after she got caught stealing food to survive, paying for her to complete her doctorate and treating her like her true daughter. She knew she couldn’t risk Crane harming her. Lucy had to get this job done, get paid and get the hell out of Gotham with Selina for good.

“Perhaps we may need the Knight to pay Mr Stagg a visit. Arrange a meeting, we can discuss the plans before the final appraisals, it’s time you meet who you’ll be working with in Gotham my dear.”

Crane said, his head over Lucy’s shoulder, his hideous syringe hands barely scraping at her shoulders. She suppressed a shiver and fought against all her instincts to run from the room there and then. She had to admit, he was one creepy bastard. Crane gestured towards the door, allowing Lucy to exit the room first, before following her closely behind. The air was dry and hot. She was surrounded by militia in full armour and for the first time felt grateful to be stuck wearing a Lab coat, red silk blouse and a tight black pencil skirt in this heat, the other militia men must be drenched with sweat she idly thought approaching the bottom of the stairs. Crane moved to walk beside Lucy, she could feel the cold scrapes of his needle hand grazing the small of her back and he ushered her forward.

“Ah, Mr Wilson. I trust the men are ready and prepared for battle?”

Crane asked Deathstroke before turning his attention towards the Knight.

“I wasn’t aware you were bringing dates around my barracks now Scarecrow”

the Knight’s modulated voice teased cruelly as he looked over the woman in front of him. Something about her was so familiar, her bright blue eyes and golden hair seemed somewhat familiar, like a dream that he couldn’t quite remember.

“Not at all Knight. This is Dr Lucy Quinzel formerly head of biological warfare at Stagg enterprises. She’ll be my second in command for all matters regarding the cloud burst and the creation of my toxin. She’ll be coming with you to Gotham. I need you both to pay a visit to help motivate her former employer with completing his task for us.”

Crane drawled. While propelling Lucy forward towards the Knight and Deathstroke.

“Nice to meet you”

Lucy politely smiled, taking a step towards the Arkham Knight, holding out her hand for him to shake. He stood frozen. Not extending his hand. Not saying anything. Just staring blankly ahead.

“A pleasure to meet you doctor” Deathstroke purred as he moved forward knocking the Knight to the side and kissing Lucy’s extended hand, making her blush slightly.

“Enough formalities. Dr Quinzel, accompany the Knight to the meeting room. I need you to provide as much information on Mr Stagg and his operations as possible.” Crane commanded before turning back to Deathstroke and to the militia men.

Lucy stood there, looking at this Arkham Knight. So far, he hadn’t so much as said a word, or even acknowledged her existence for that matter. He was an imposing man, well built, taller than her. She figured he was going overboard on the strong silent routine. She rolled her eyes and turned on her heels to head back up the stairs towards the meeting room when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him. He still hadn’t moved.

“Are you coming? or do I need to launch something at that flashy helmet of yours to get your attention?” she teased while taking off her pen cap and throwing it to hit off the Arkham Knights visor with a tiny amusing clink. She supressed her laughter as he snapped out of it and barged past her storming up to the meeting room.

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