#Pest Twitch Streams

[raphaelsredtwin]

Drew my cod Oc on stream! Meet Apollo, my danish man who's ALWAYS TIRED-

This style of image had its inspiration taken from tarot cards :3

#stream art #Pest Twitch Streams #Cod #cod oc #cod oc art #Apollo #my king #so pretty #just look at the effort #PLEASE

[casdeans-pie]

Combining these and writing fic at 12am *chefs kiss*

Thanks for the added detail that made me write this @dreampencil

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The first time it happened, Cas almost convinced Dean that it hadn’t.

It was a hazard of the job that hunting ghosts inevitably led to grimy, abandoned, pile of crap houses that looked like a vengeful spirit’s wet dream. Full of rotted wood, endless layers of dust, and freaking spiders. Dean had probably seen more spiders than anyone ever should. But it was fine, because he wasn’t scared of them – he didn’t think there was a hunter alive who could do what they do and go where they go if they were – spiders were just a nuisance. A pest of the ghost-hunting variety. Dean thought nothing of wiping them from his hands or clothes or pushing through thick webs that always seemed to get everywhere.

So, when he noticed a particularly leggy spider creeping over the spikes of Cas’s hair during a hunt, of course he was going to brush it away.

Nobody wants a spider in their hair. Angel or not.

It hadn’t even been that much of a touch.

The two of them had been searching through what remained of the rotted kitchen cabinets while Sam looked upstairs, when Dean noticed the spider. In retrospect, maybe he should have said something first, but Cas had been engrossed in the contents of an old wooden drawer and Dean’s hand had simply twitched up to brush away the eldritch creature nesting in Cas’s hair before he’d even registered what he was doing.

Cas jumped violently as soon as Dean’s fingers made contact.

The single bare light bulb in the room hummed loudly as it flared and flickered. An old radio (covered in layers of years of grime and dust) crackled to life, despite being long disconnected from the power, and poured out a steady stream of static.

Then everything stopped.

The light returned to normal, the radio went silent, and Dean’s hand remained hovered awkwardly in the air where it had been since he brushed the spider away.

Cas stared at him with wide eyes.

Dean pointed at Cas’s head. “There was a- spider. In your hair,” he explained. “But uh- don’t worry, I got it.” Dean flashed him a smile, as if he’d performed a great service, and wiped his hand on his jeans. He took a step over to the radio and held up the disconnected cable. “Cas. The power just now-”

“Bad wiring,” Cas rumbled, holding Dean’s gaze. “Or maybe the ghost.”

Dean gave an unconvinced hum as he dropped the cable and rubbed his fingertips together. Cas’s hair had been softer than he’d expected… Not that he’d ever thought about running his hands through it or anything. But before Dean could linger on any of the new thoughts he was having, or ask another question about the mysterious power surge, the air had gone cold, and they were both ducking from a barrage of decorative plates flying around the room.

And Dean forgot all about it.

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The first time it happened, Cas almost convinced Dean that it hadn’t.

The second time it happened was just part of a joke, an accident.

The third time it happened was an experiment.....

The fourth time it happened was on purpose.

#I will never be over this trope #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #destiel drabble #pie's projects #my fanfiction #castiel's angel powers #castiel headcanon #destiel headcanon

[observerkaine]

Atlas mentioned Kraken once on stream so I ended up doodling fanart because angst. @rhapsoddity your au is really good and awesome.

Oh, what’s this? A secret drabble related to the art below the read more?

Boots stomp roughly against the asphalt as the two sprinted through the city. The skies above were overcast tonight, already having rained once. Sheriff’s breath came out in rough puffs as he pushed through the cold, eyes locked on the villain who continued to call back to him.

“Hurry along, little Cowboy! Where’s all the arrogance you normally have? You’d usually land a hit on me by now!”

“Arrogance? You’re mistaking me for Stratos, pal.”

He bites his lip as he pulls his hat down more onto his head, wind whipping around them threateningly. He can already feel his throat itching from the weather, no doubt a cold or some sort of ailment for wearing drenched clothes.

He roughly had to pull himself out of his own thoughts when Kraken suddenly drops down, swinging his knee up and ramming the vigilante hard in the chest before pulling hard on his lasso and swinging him forward once more for a second hit. Before the Sheriff can catch a second wind, he feels his body suddenly shift as the puddles around surge up and wrap around him, throwing him a few feet off the street and onto the docks.

He struggles to stand up, only for the water still around him to slam him back down, head colliding roughly with the wood.

“You know how rude it is to ignore someone when you’re in the middle of an encounter, dear Sheriff! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have assumed you’d been purposely ignoring me.”

He snarls, opening his mouth to argue-

Before his vision is swarmed with shifting shades of blue in the dark night, the water effortlessly forming completely around his form rather than just around his arms. He chokes as he feels it threaten to flood his throat, his lungs. For a moment, a spike of fear creeps into his chest as he tries to writhe free. He’s trapped, and he can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t do anything-!

He can only hear the water, footsteps… and muffled shouting?

He can feel himself shifted around as the shouting gets louder before suddenly going quieter, before a gloved hand roughly grabs his bandana and jerks him out of the water that flows around the pirate who seems to smile at him as much as is visibly possible with that mask over his mouth.

“Good news! Your involuntary assistance of acting as bait helped me catch that slippery little pest that’s been trailing me all week!”

Sheriff coughs and spits up water before slowly blinking his eye a bit more open. His fear only deepens as his focus is directed to the figure suspended over the larger mass of water.

Pyrolisk’s legs flail and twitch uselessly as he tries to kick at the villain, arms and head restrained and slowly drowning the fire based hero. His mouth moves, but any shouts are muddled out by the intense bubbling caused from his repeatedly doused flames. Any chance he manages to get his hands free, more water waiting below quickly surge up and secure him once more.

“S-Stop! Please! Leave him alone!”

Kraken doesn’t take his eyes off the hero, hand slowly closing more and compressing the water firmer around the hero’s head.

“Let him go! I- I’ll go with you if you leave him alone!”

The water stops and Kraken’s cold eyes slowly shift to him, eyebrow raised in silent question.

“The… the last time we fought, you said you’d wanted me, right? A-And Pyro intervened! So just let him go, I’ll go willingly!”

Kraken fully turns to him now, other hand still prepared to close fully.

“And what’s stopping me from just offing this hero and taking you regardless?”

Sheriff winces before slumping his head down.

“If… If you kill him, then you can’t hold this victory over him. You can’t brag to him or the other heroes that you’re the most dangerous threat around, and he’ll be proof that he’s only alive because you let him live…”

It’s agonizing how long the silence afterwards follows, especially when Pyrolisk’s movements start to slow down. The water is obscuring his face in shadows, no longer sizzling or boiling as his hands start to go slack. Then the water jerks forward and Pyro chokes a gasp as he’s slammed against the concrete, body trembling as it focuses on coughing up the water in his system.

“Normally I’d have let him die, let him sink. But, you do speak a point.”

Sheriff yelps as he’s slammed roughly to the floor, Kraken’s hand now outstretched to him. There’s a flash of pain before a sudden tightness in his nerves and veins, muscles flexing and throat dries as his body slowly rises up. The villain easily steps over the hero, only stopping to kick his back and rest his heel over his spine.

“Let this be a reminder to mind your damn business next time, okay?”

He looks up to Sheriff, a cruel glint in his eyes as he motions with his finger to follow along.

“It’s time to go, pretty boy~ This isn’t a request.”

Pyro weakly watches, with dots of darkness forming in his vision, as the Sheriff follows almost mechanically after the villain, gaze refusing to meet the hero’s. He slowly reaches out, hand trembling.

“D..on…t…”

His vision blurs before his eyes shut, hand dropping as unconscious settles in finally.

#kaine’s creative oddities #fuck i don’t have a tag for writing uhhhhhhh #kaine’s rather decent drabbly doos #tw drowning #i forgot to tag that too cause kraken do be trying to drown them both in this- #also idk what the tag for fanart for the vigilante au is so if I do find it I’ll put it here?

[hopalongfairywren]

What kills me is that on tumblr now (I checked twitter a bit before and didn't see much) is THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE. Like. Everyone of them is just happy they feel like they can finally go back to stanning Dream without any guilt. You can tell how little any dream stan, here or twitter actually gives a fuck about the allegations BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T BE TREATING THE VIDEO LIKE A GODDAMN TWITCH STREAM OTHERWISE. By the way, I have not seen one. ONE recap, that showed any of the messages were fake. The occasional 'omg dream's kicking this girl's ass' reblog followed by tasteless jokes about the whole situation is not cutting it. Dream's pastebin messages ARE NOT CUTTING IT. But you know, maybe it's just the personal part of this that is making me upset because I feel like if even half of these people would wake the fuck up, and stop throwing themselves at the feet of a sex pest I wouldn't be so angry, because at least then all of the harassment and re-traumatizing hate asks I got this summer would have been worth the eventual wake up call to this fucking fandom.

#rant #the wren hops #dreamwastaken #dream situation #i'm rapidly loosing whatever patience i have left i don't even care anymore

[shizucheese]

So in order for us to gain access to Sohm Al, we need to do a little pest control. So what's the deal with the Gnath and Ravana? (AKA: We're likely doing Ravana at min ilv tonight folks! Keep an eye out in Aether's PF for Shizune Dazkar if you want in on the fun!) Catch me on Twitch every Sunday starting at 4:30 Central and every Tuesday and Thursday starting at 7:30 Central! Miss a stream? Find my VoDs on YouTube!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #final fantasy streamer #vtuber #ffxiv heavensward

[thoughtfulfangirling]

Bonus points if you include in a reblog what an episode might look like!

#polls #poll spam #fandom stuff #original furi poll #q #social media #These were hard to come up with but so fun #bonus thanks to Rose for that Anthy suggestion

[souryogurt64]

The Troubadour cancelled swmrs’ LA Show. Yikes..I think they’re going to try and come back but ultimately not work out because of venues/labels etc. knowing they’re toxic (from a commercial/PR standpoint, not that they give a fuck about predatory behavior) and never being able to rebuild their ravenous young girl ultra stan fanbase

Yeah I’m not surprised. I haven’t been too upset about this because I figured they wouldn’t get far.

SWMRS like . What happened was so far beyond a normal cancelled band because they carefully curated their base to be obsessed with this performative feminism especially ideology about consent and also to engage in coordinated cyberbullying and harassment campaigns. Plus, the band was more like a cult— I don’t think I’ll ever experience or even be aware of something like that ever again, even among other bands.

As someone who was deep in the fanbase I can get how they failed to realize this. Joey was the un-PC sex pest and kind of openly mocked the activism stuff sometimes, whereas Cole was the faux-anarchist Berkeley student giving speeches, pointing fingers, and making zines. Meanwhile, Max was a literal frat boy doing all the shit with social media. However they’ve had years to figure this out lol.

Now that they’re trying to make a comeback all of that is coming together to stop them, whereas other bands like Borns, All Time Low, The Frights, and Brand New have been able to recover much more easily.

Also like they’re saying shit about the band being “their job” but like. They were always supported by their very wealthy parents and have not put out music or toured in like over three years. Despite this abundance of free time, their website was still incomplete with filler text when they went live. Clearly this is not your job and not how you are making a living, this is something you feel entitled to because of your upbringing.

I’ve been working on an essay for awhile like breaking down everything that was going wrong in the fanbase and how they were falling apart for awhile due to their entitlement and misunderstanding of what it means to be in a band.

Like for example about a year before they got canceled they did a merch drop everyone was super excited about and then no one was getting their merch. They completely dismissed any complaints about it and just held everyone’s money hostage and kept saying to be patient and everyone’s stuff was still coming for (what I remember as) months. Eventually they admitted they had taken way more orders than they had stock for and we weren’t getting our shit after all. Instead of just issuing refunds they made everyone wait more for someone to contact them to try and push years old merch that had never sold because no one wanted it instead. At full price, not even discounted prices. While this was going on they still had time to stream League of Legends or whatever and beg for more money on Twitch all the time.

I know that sounds inconsequential but there was so much shit going on all the time. And it still demonstrated such greed and carelessness and selfishness. It was always this kind of sinking ship which I think is part of what made people so desperate to be a part of it while it was happening because the highs were really fucking high in spite of it all. Like they played this X Games festival because they were into skateboarding and video games and Joey has family in Minnesota, ignoring that their base was like. Californian teen girls not into paying $100 to watch League streams. It was so fucking awful there, there were only like ten of us and it was like all drunk 30 year old Tony Hawk wannabes and their set was the shittiest I’d ever seen. Cole’s vocals sounded like shit, probably because the only thing he does competently is smoke pot.

IIRC this was just after a big merch drop that everyone was excited for like the last one, so some of us were there to have a chance at buying the new merch and they weren’t even selling anything at all because they were too busy gaming. Then Seb kept coming out over and over and really desperately begging us to sit by the stage and stay because no one was watching their set and they desperately needed people for the camera crews to film when they played another song again for some sports TV channel. He said like twenty minutes but we were there for like well over an hour and every time we got up to leave or go to other things at the festival he would come back and beg really aggressively.

By the time we actually got filmed and left the band didn’t come out to say thank you or say hi or sign anything, even though there were literally like only like seven of us left at that point. They kept us so long that the electric scooters a lot of us had taken to the show had stopped running and I walked like a mile and a half to my hotel in the dark crying. Everyone’s phone was dead and everyone’s parents were so worked up and everyone already had everyone else blocked on Twitter. It was terrible.

I know all that stuff seems really inconsequential but it was just this endless shitshow of selfishness and incompetence and cruelty, like they hired a fan who was homeless and wouldn’t pay her and at the Uncool in 2017 people were already protesting their friends’ opening bands who were later cancelled for abuse, it just hadn’t really caught on yet. And the last Uncool right before the accident was a complete fucking disaster. It was so bad. It was so so so bad.

It just got worse and worse as time went on and demonstrated they did not have what it took to be in a rock band even though they say “It’s their job” and they think they’re automatically entitled to a successful career and everyone buying tickets to their shows because they’ve never had to truly work for interest in their band due to Billie.

Anyway I was thinking about the 3rd anniversary of when it all went down for that essay but maybe I’ll do when they “tour.”

Finally The Bowery Electric is owned by Jesse Malin, who is a longtime friend of Billie’s. So I think that show will take a lot more to get canceled. Similarly Ultra Q are wheezing along and have made negative progress compared to where they were at 5 years ago because they don’t have what it takes either but they don’t fail because of their connections.

[tonguetiedraven]

@willyth3ali3n

I did it! I finally finished your fantastic "Yukio has a coal tar familiar" prompt! Thank you for so much fun with the idea, and I hope you enjoy it <3

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Yukio didn’t notice it right away. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have really known what to make of his little nuisance. Rin was always the one that attracted stray demons. They clung to his twin and Rin always gave them treats and let them hang around and Yukio had found himself chasing out countless pest from their home before finally corralling them all to one floor of the dorm.

He didn’t notice the pest following him until he found himself coughing on his chemistry homework. He reached for his water to soothe his irritated throat, and he caught the demon’s reflection in his glass.

It was a coal tar. A runt judging by the size. Young—its tail had barely one bend, and its big green eyes were staring at Yukio. Well, as much as the unfocused eyes of coal tars could stare at anything.

It was smiling, showing of its sharp teeth in a dopey sort of way that looked bizarrely happy.

“Go away,” Yukio grumbled between sips of his water.

It didn’t budge.

“Rin is out.”

The coal tar floated a little closer and hovered over his shoulder, slowly twisting through the air as its gaze shifted over Yukio and the silly grin got bigger.

“You’re supposed to stay upstairs. And why are you by yourself anyway?”

The coal tar squeaked and wiggled its little feet. It was upside down now but didn’t seem to notice or mind.

Yukio didn’t think he’d ever seen a coal tar that looked like it had any thoughts going on behind its eyes. This one certainly didn’t as it turned through the air.

“Fine. Just leave me alone and keep your rot to yourself. I’m trying to finish this.” He turned his eyes back to the text and imagined that would be that.

It wasn’t.

— — — — —

Rin was back and Yukio was tired.

“Keep your pets upstairs!” He snapped, rubbing at his watery eyes and hugging his books and papers to his chest while he tried to glare blearily at his twin.

“Pets? You talking about Kuro? ‘Cause he ain’t a pet. I mean, I’m pretty sure he’d bite me if I called him that.”

Yukio stomped up to Rin. He didn’t care if he looked entirely stupid with his glasses shoved up in his hair, tears streaming down his cheeks, nose running, and hand rubbing pointlessly at his itchy eyes. Rot sucked.

“I’m not talking about Kuro—“ though that did raise the question of where the cat sidhe was because it was supposed to be his job to keep the pests out of the dorm— “I’m talking about this—where did it go?!”

The coal tar had been hovering over his should a second ago. Just floating through the air, slowly spinning and flicking its short tail in a happy and absent way as it squeaked and got its rot everywhere.

“Where’d what go, bro?” Rin sounded a bit worried, and that was a bit too much.

“The damned coal tar! Your annoying pet! I told you that you could keep demons, but only if you kept them upstairs where they wouldn’t bother me.”

Rin blinked twice and took a step back. Yukio hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten to his twin, and okay, he probably did have slightly crazy eyes, but he had taken two hours to finish his chemistry and it never took that long, and now his entire schedule was behind and he still needed to cough.

“I don’t have any coal tars. Why would I have a coal tar? They’re everywhere.”

Yukio could feel the eye he wasn’t rubbing twitch. “I know they’re everywhere, but this one won’t leave me alone.”

“Uh, Yukio? I’m not seeing any coal tar.”

“That’s because it’s gone! Just—ugh,” he dropped his hand and glared as more tears streamed down his cheeks. “Just don’t let coal tars in. They’re a menace.”

Rin pat his shoulder with a condescendingly consoling smile. “Sure, bro. Whatever you say.”

“I will kick you.”

Rin laughed and pushed past him to get to the kitchen. “You and your imaginary coal tar would have to catch me first.”

Yukio glared after him and felt something flick against his ear. He wasn’t even that surprised when he looked over and it was the coal tar.

— — — — —

The coal tar —who Yukio went between calling nuisance and dusty in his head — was apparently shy. They were exceptionally good at hiding —Yukio had no idea where—whenever someone walked around or when Yukio tried to get rid of them, but they always seemed to be around.

Yukio was buying more allergy meds to help with the perpetually itchy eyes, and he was having to stop by the Moriyamas’ shop weekly to keep up with the herbs for his chest.

So really, it wasn’t surprising that of anyone to notice, it was Shiemi.

“Yuki?” She asked quietly, because she always asked quietly and politely even after years of being friends, “is there a reason that she’s following you?”

Yukio paused partway through packing his bag and frowned. “Who?” This wouldn’t be the first time one of his classmates had stalked him. It was depressingly normal. Sometimes he could ask them to go away, but it rarely seemed to work.

Shiemi nodded towards his shoulder. He glanced over to find nothing there but a tiny puff of residual rot. Great.

“You saw it?!”

Shiemi nodded. “The coal tar? Yes. She’s been hanging around you a lot. Izumo thought it was because you had allergies, but Ryuuji said it was probably causing the allergies.”

How many of his friends had seen it?

“I don’t know,” Yukio huffed, tired and still feeling congested. “I’ve told it to go away, but it always disappears when I try to get rid of it.”

Shiemi made a delighted noise. “That’s so cute!”

What?

“She likes you!” Shiemi gushed, hugging her bag to her chest with the most delighted of grins. “I have to tell Izumo,” and with those alarming words, Shiemi was darting from the room, ignoring his call and running to spread news that he apparently had a coal tar crushing on him.

Something tickled his cheek and he swung his hand to get rid of it. A tiny leg brushed against his fingers and the coal tar squeaked contentedly as they spun through the air.

“Go away.”

He got two squeaks for his effort.

— — — — —

Shiemi’s discovery broke whatever reserve his friends had been holding. Everyone had apparently noticed the coal tar — except Rin because his twin was not the most observant of people — and they thought it was cute. Well, the boys had thought it a bit funny, Shiemi thought it cute, and Izumo seemed to think it was the best thing that had happened since Kuro fell asleep on her lap.

The coal tar—which Shiemi insisted was a girl, and Yukio was too worried by what the answer could be to ask how she knew that — was suddenly a bit less shy, and down right preened when ever the girls were around. Izumo got them tiny bows for their head and little ribbons for their tail, and the coal tar clearly delighted in their new accessories. They’d bounce around even more unstably than before—they really had the worst balance he’d ever seen in a coal tar — and they were every bit as cross eyed as ever, but their smile never seemed to go away and they made a happy sort of chirping noise whenever they caught sight of themselves.

And they still hung incessantly around Yukio’s shoulder. He was permanently itchy eyed, and his nose was always pink, and he was tired.

“Do you know why she’s following you?” Ryuuji asked as they finished up their lunch.

Izumo was stitching together another bow, teal this time which didn’t seem like it would go well the green of the coal tars eyes, and Yukio was done with all the nonsense. It was a coal tar, not a pet.

“No.” He could feel a tiny tail flick over his shoulder and shifted away from the touch.

“She’s—“

Yukio suddenly straightened and frowned. He was a teacher. Why had it not occurred to him earlier?

“The road is unmarked for those without faith. The hands of God will fling them from Jacob's ladder.”

Izumo’s head snapped up in utter horror, Ryuuji made a surprised noise, and Yukio turned his head, feeling only a little guilty, and saw no residual puff of rot like coal tars usually left behind after a death verse.

Had it not worked? He’d annunciated everything correctly, and—

A small black ball flew out from under the lapel of his uniform coat.

The demon had hidden from his death verse. The conniving little girl.

“Ha!” Rin cheered. “She’s a smarty!”

Yukio’s friends were all entirely useless. Konekomaru at least passed him a tissue to blow his runny nose.

— — — — —

Yukio had given up. Bunny—he’d had to name her something and dusty had gotten glares from Izumo who could be quite scary when she was angry, and speck had gotten a disappointed look from Shiemi who could probably make even Satan feel guilty, so Bunny it was —was not going away, and she was quick to hide any time he tried to make here disappear.

He apparently had a pet coal tar. It was his life now.

Bunny wasn’t the worst pest. She made him feel like he was eternally suffering from allergies, but she wasn’t actively harmful in any other way. So Bunny hung by his shoulder, and floated happily through her day with ribbons and bows and happy eyes that had no thoughts behind them.

The ceasefire they’d fallen into was probably why he noticed that Bunny would be able to fly properly if something was right in front of her, and could not fly towards something decently at all if it was far away. She’d float aimlessly until it got closer, and then she’d zero in.

It took him trading out glasses to make the connection. He brought a pair out of his drawer, set them on his desk to trade out his old pair because they had been scratched in a bariyon tussle gone wrong, and was rubbing at his still watering eyes before he put the new pair on. Bunny took the moment to chirp happily and flew down to peer through his lenses. She squeaked at whatever she saw, and it was a pitch he hadn’t heard before. Yukio’s eyes flew open in alarm to see if something had hurt her.

She squeaked again and flew to the other lens only to chirp in utter delight. Her noise went sad when she hovered up over the glasses.

Yukio carefully picked his glasses up and slipped them on his nose. Bunny followed, floating right over his nose and smiling. She was no longer cross eyed from this distance.

No way. It couldn’t be.

— — —

It was.

It took him a bit of finagling to make them, but once he’d gotten the tiny lenses and a bit of wire, he made a passable set of glasses fit for a coal tar. Bunny’s flying immediately became more accurate, and while her smile was still dopey, she was no longer nearly as cross eyed.

Yukio had a coal tar familiar that needed glasses. She liked bows and sparkly things, adored having her nubby feet decorated with nail polish, liked her glasses to match Yukio’s, and made a little nest in his glasses drawer to hide all her treasures. She hid in his collar during fights, and she made him sneeze constantly, but still…

Yukio had a coal tar familiar he named Bunny, and to his utter confusion, he was happy she was around.

#yukio okumura #okumura yukio #ao no exorcist #my tumblr fics #blue exorcist #aoex #ane #aoe #coal tars #bunny feels bad for making yukio sneeze #but she can't help it #shiemi gets yukio a tea that helps a lot #as a familiar she's not particularly helpful #but he makes sure the collars on his uniform coat are a bit bigger than required so she has a spot to hide #and he makes her glasses #and wonders how many coal tars have bad eye sight in general

[tranquil-turbulence]

SS Month ‘23 - Day 16

Day 15 | Day 16 | Day 17

Prompt: Gaming

WARNING(S): N/A

“Hey,” Her best friend whispered into her ear. The feeling of air against her ear made her shiver, turning to look. Pointing discreetly a few rows away, he continued, “isn’t that the streamer that always beats your world records?”

She wanted to resist the urge to look, but as soon as her records were mentioned she had to see for herself. Glancing across the room, she found the guy Naruto was pointing at - and she immediately sat up straighter.

A dark-haired boy stared up at the screen, fascinated by the match playing out. Familiar dark eyes strayed from the fight for just a second, pinning her in place with a distracted stare before going back to watching.

A guy going by the name of shadowclanwarrior: notable Twitch streamer with eleven thousand subs - and the one who kept irritatingly topping every personal best she posted. He was here, just as she’d feared.

“Yeah, that’s him alright. I didn’t know he was gonna show up.” She commented quietly, brow furrowing as she continued to stare.

“All you have to do is beat him anyway, right? No biggie.”

“Very big biggie, Naruto.” With an irritated huff, she shook her head. “He’s one of the best of the best in our speedrunning bracket. Nobody else had come even close to beating his times except for me. The third place guy literally announced he was gonna stop trying for a new personal best like last week.”

Clenching her fists, she muttered angrily, “It’s like he watches my streams just to taunt me.”

“I dunno, maybe he sees you as a worthy challenge?” Naruto offered with a shrug.

“I mean maybe, but it’s a little weird that he immediately starts trying to break my record as soon as I set it. Doesn’t he have other responsibilities…?”

Worthy opponent, perhaps. Speedrunning in their game of choice was very prolific - new runners attempted to place on the leaderboards every single day. None of them really ever made the top twenty, but a dedicated handful of runners had a Discord group chat - one that both were in, coincidentally - that collaborated together to break the game in ways the developers hadn’t even thought of. Their message log spanned hundreds of thousands of messages over the course of a couple of years, each record-breaking run posted by each member in their excitement of finally getting a new PB.

That guy, shadowclanwarrior, was in the chat, but just… lurked. Once or twice he posted a new run, but he was mostly content to stream on Twitch. Sometimes he happened to share his computer screen, and once or twice his viewers had excitedly noted another streamer’s name in the Firefox tabs - PinkLady.

Sakura shouldn’t have been so surprised when a bunch of new viewers would join her stream all at once, in hindsight.

No, he was a pest. A nuisance whose subscribers prodded and bothered him about his battle for the top with PinkLady. A nuisance who happened to have a very nice, smooth voice and admittedly good strategies.

No! He was a pest! It didn't matter that he was easy on the eyes (and ears) and was extremely good at this game!! It didn't matter that she happened to watch every single stream - she was just trying to figure out the best way to top his time, that was all!

Sakura shook her head, tearing her eyes away from the screen and daring to look at the young man again. This time, to her surprise, he was staring right at her. Given her use of a facecam, she was expecting more staring, but certainly not from him. He seemed… surprised, for a second, to see her in the audience. But as she raised her brows pointedly at him, his expression changed to one of determination. He nodded firmly to her and gave her a thumbs-up.

What did that mean? Was he sarcastically wishing her good luck for her match? What was he looking at?!

The crowd began cheering, startling her into breaking her gaze with shadowclanwarrior. Looking towards the arena, she clapped and cheered with the rest as she saw another speedrunning friend being hailed as the winner. Shikamaru - or streamer name deerforest, seemed to take his win in stride, a quiet confidence in his smile as he walked away from his opponent.

“Next up for the tournament… PinkLady versus shadowclanwarrior!”

Sakura took a deep, steadying breath. Naruto’s supporting hand on her shoulder seemed to give her a bit more of a boost, and she exchanged a grin with the blond as she rose from her spot and made her way to the middle of the arena. Her opponent sent her a pointed, almost cheeky look as he took his seat on the other side of the couch.

Sakura slipped on her sparkly pink headphones, smirked back at him, and grabbed the controller. He was going down.

#sasusaku month 2023 #gaming #streamer au #speedrunner au #rivals to lovers speedrun any% #sasusaku

[raphaelsredtwin]

Stream in 10 minutes! Probably drawing my COD Oc, ninjago stuff, transformers stuff, whatever yall suggest :3

#Pest Twitch Streams

[championofravens]

So I catch wind of (another) voice actor scandal thanks to my husband and do a little research to find out this English VA for a Genshin Impact character got caught red handed being a fucking sex pest creep to his underage fans/making antisemetic jokes/streaming without pants/generally the sort of nightmarish industry stuff you expect to hear but I was so curious because I had never heard of this dude before. But evidently he was big enough to have had his own Twitch and Discord with tens of thousands of followers. What else has he done then? Nothing? Just Genshin and like two other incredibly minor roles? Okay how long as he been voicing this Genshin character then- AUGUST? THAT’S IT? THIS FUCKING DEMON GOT HIS FIRST EVER FANBASE AND WITHIN SIX MONTHS OF IT THEY CATCH HIS ASS SAYING “GOOD GIRL” ON DISCORD TO 15 YEAR OLDS

#text

[marie-dufresne]

Pest Problems

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Pest Problems: While ShinRa’s advancements begin to bring convenience and comfort, there are some side effects.

The scream that awoke Josef Heidegger that morning could have sent him to his grave. Initially it was the sound itself, but when his lumbering hand hit the other side of the bed, he found his young bride to be missing and his heart left his chest, sinking down into his stomach like a lead weight.

He wasted no time in retrieving the shotgun from the closet, bursting through the bedroom door, the wood splintering against its hinges at the force and it hung limply in the hall. His thundering footsteps thudded through the penthouse, weapon at the ready, prepared to kill anyone who would bring harm to the little woman that had been foisted upon him, the little cherub of a minx that owned his heart.

He would not lose her so soon. He would not let anyone take her from him.

It took a moment for the red to fade from his eyes, his shoulders still locked as he stared ahead into the kitchen where she stood in her lingerie, a ceramic mixing bowl and whisk clutched to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

“Getttttt ittttttttt!” she screamed at his cat, Tank, whose gaze Josef followed to a Midgar-sized centipede, nearly as big as the thirty-two pound cat itself, crawling across the kitchen floor. From her perch, Gatling watched with interest as the horrid female creature screamed, sensing her terror and enjoying every moment.

“For fuck’s sake!” Heidegger cried out, finally setting the gun down and marching over to the bug where he lifted it into his meaty hands, tearing it in two and throwing it into the fireplace where it writhed and twitched before its many legs came to rest. A simple turn of a dial incinerated it and Gatling jumped down from her tree and slinked away. The show was over.

Marie had not moved from where she stood on the counter, her hands white and trembling as she hugged the bowl. Heidegger reached up, gaining her attention and coaxed her down, into his arms, setting the bowl down, and he allowed her to cry.

“It’s alright,” he assured her, stroking her hair, “just a side effect of Artie’s tinkering, that’s all.”

“A-a-a side effect?”

Josef shrugged, using a big, calloused thumb to wipe her tears from her cheeks, “Mako does some wild things sometimes.”

She shuddered, laying back against his chest. If cat—no—dog sized insects were a side effect of the President’s discoveries, how much longer could she remain in Midgar? She believed in him. She believed in her husband, but she could not simply learn to live with common house pests at that scale.

“We need to move,” she muttered, to which he laughed, bowing his head to lay a bearded kiss atop her mess of morning curls. He wasn’t sure what the future looked like either, but he’d talk to Artie about that bug. Surely they would work out the kinks and it wouldn’t be commonplace.

“We need less lazy cats,” he corrected, “and breakfast.”

She smiled, taking a deep breath and trying to relax her tense muscles, looking back at the bowl. “I was making waffles.”

With a little squeeze to her bottom, he set her down. “Then hop to it, Mrs. Heidegger.”

#The Warmonger's Wife #I had to make this its own thing so it can go on my SHINY NEW FIC PAGE for this verse #and now I'll stop trolling and won't call it Heidiggity Dog anymore :(

[gazelessmenagerie]

[ bulge ] //with broly because sure why not

kinky/rough smut prompts

[ bulge ] — your muse fills my muse with their cum until they’re bulging

He lost count of the rounds a long time ago, not that any of it mattered when he was thoroughly enjoying every single, sublime second of making that mouthy cyborg whimper and moan out for him. Sweat glistened upon his body, ornamenting him for every thrust rolling his hips forward to push his erect cock as far as it would go into the diminutive body beneath. Frankly, some credit had to be given for how much that little pest could take and better was the fact they felt warm as opposed to the expected coldness of metal and synthetic flesh.

Broly’s larger frame easily engulfed its prey, taking prestige over Lambda as he leveraged his weight and girth to keep them pinned upon their stomach. Sneering huffs of hot air respired sharply from flared nostrils and slightly parted lips smirking wolfishly, tinged with the occasional growl when a particularly strong clutch of the walls around his cock constricted. Ruthless hands kept their hold upon a set of smaller hips, forcing them to remain aloft upon their knees for the sheer pleasure of mounting from behind as his pelvis rutted like an animal in heat. Each wet slap of organic against artificial, the sharp sting of sparks touching at his tongue and teeth with every hungry bite that marked itself upon that vital neck, the ground itself rocked with the unrelenting force applied until another climax was reached.

A hitched breath preluded the twitch of his cock, fingers burrowing their tips into the structure beneath the false flesh. The wild whipping of a tail stilled and puffed out briefly in the seconds before a louder growl rattled from him and drawled into a satisfied murr as thick ropes of his seed jetted once more into the other. The length of a tail swayed lavishly as Broly rode out his rapture, letting himself take a brief rest. Not once had he pulled out from poor Lambda, relishing in his absolute power to keep them pinned and primed to be fucked until he was done.

Curiosity brought his mind to wander as much as his hand release its hold and drifted down towards the center of that lower belly, taking notice of how bloated it felt against his fingers. Ears pricked up at the dripping from both of their fluids being pushed out with the slightest push, feeling how the streams caressed down towards the hilt of his shaft. Exhaling out a quiet cackle, Broly spared no mercy to nip at the edge of an ear.

“ .. Look at you, so full that you’re practically dripping with every second passing and yet I’m not Satisfied. ” Another lick of his tongue rode up and down that curvature belonging to the smaller’s ear, every purring word laced with a cruel edge, “ You’ll be leaking an ocean by the time I’m done with you, little man.. ”

#mechahero #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Suggestive #(LFDSJGLJG -inhales- yeah there you go. pardon it took a while. ) #( just.. take it. TAKE IT. )

[techstartro]

#GeForce #Laptop #NVIDIA #placăvideo #RTX40

[djregular]

I'm going to go back to slowly working on my TTRPG projects after this, but I've been profoundly discouraged about it lately, to the point that I haven't had the energy or enthusiasm to consider making plans for my local con, which is coming in October. They've got a POC industry meet-and-greet that I told myself that I'd attend the next time I went, but I can't muster excitement for myself, or the community.

From two people of the first people outside of friends who really checked for my work and offered encouragement: One of them turned out to be a fuckin' sex pest, the other disappeared after a while. First game I released for purchase didn't catch, outside of very kind friends, and folks who said they thought it sounded great but never gave it a look.

My pet project, the Cortex superhero game I've been working on for years, hasn't exactly stalled out, but the energy I put into hadn't really come back to me. Hell, I had consultation chats with the system's developer, and even with the battery in my back from that, I couldn't get lift off.

I watched the TTRPG content channel I loved and volunteered with (and let people see my face on a fucking Twitch stream for--three times!) slowly fade away because of money, stress, and audiences that couldn't...well, I won't be a dick about the specifics there, you can't hate on people for what they enjoy. I will note, anecdotally that it's a shame that the channel was out in these streets before Critical Role, and all throughout its run, I'd hear people talk about what games they'd like to see streamed that weren't D&D, or different types of content, etc....and I'd point toward my folks who busted their ass to do that for years. Then I'd get a response of crickets.

Engaging with a lot of the indie TTRPG developer community is equal parts intimidating and irritating. I'm already allergic to DISCOURSE most times, but it seems to be a pretty cyclical thing within the community. I never pull the "who we mad at today" glib bullshit that tries to deflect from genuine critique...but a lot of that corner of the Internet is second only to Leftist Internet in its inability to simply starve bad actors of oxygen by ignoring them.

I'm just...exhausted. And between major stress with my actual job (probably doesn't help that the dates the con fall right before when I'm planning on being unemployed for at least a month), and some pretty embarrassing bouts of loneliness, I don't got it in me to pretend like I'm enthusiastic about the shit.

I'll eventually force myself to remember what it was like to run a playtest of something I made, and watch people build something new out of tools I gave them. And I'll get back to work. But right now? Not so much.

#this post will self destruct #ranting

[kofodzhidreyer]

Game fishing For Trout - How To

Buying Products Start with some sort of mid-weight fly rod, fly brand of the same weight in addition to an inexpensive take flight reel. Look intended for a beginners bundle with a fly fishing rod, reel, line plus leader. Beginners kits start between 20 dollars - $60. A person can buy fly fishing equipment at outdoors stores or specialised fly fishing retailers in your area. Fly Sport fishing for the First Time? These guidelines will certainly get you started out with information about equipment, basic throwing techniques, how to be able to locate trout in a stream, and ways to take care regarding your favorite sportfishing spot. Additional Teaching: There are many ways to learn more about fly fishing. There are some excellent fly fishing ebooks and ebooks out there there. Check the creators SIG for their web site address. Most fly fishing specialty stores provide fly casting centers or private classes. Several books, a few for beginners, experience been written about travel fishing. Outdoor newspaper publishers and magazines regularly contain fishing in addition to casting tips. Tools Basics: Mid-weight fly fishing rod, 5 or 6 weight, with travel line to suit Baitcasting reel Leader Extra tippet Flies Glasses or even sunglasses for protection - polarized shades will help an individual see fish Underwater Extras: Box to be able to store flies - Vest or fanny pack for items - Waders Nippers or fingernail clippers to cut range Forceps or hemostat to unhook fish Landing net Fly flotant in paste, oil or spray to keep dried out flies afloat Affect signals Small separate shot to press on leader to sink flies more deeply Basic Fly Sending your line: Fly casting takes a lots of practice. Nevertheless, you can start to understand the basics in a few hours. Back And Forward Casts Used if you have plenty of room behind you and even when you need to move your current fly further out and about onto this particular. #1 Hold the pole out in front side of you and even make sure you will discover no tangles or perhaps slack in the line. #2 Take the rod word of advice back in the swift, steady motion, stopping when typically the rod tip is definitely pointing up in addition to and you are out of the room. #3 Enjoy your back toss and possible until the particular line unfurls. #4 Just before the line straightens out and about entirely, bring the pole forward again. Basic safety Wear sunglasses or other eye put on when fly casting so the lift doesn't accidentally pull the your eye. Polarized sunglasses will aid you see perch, too. Click here for a buddy and wear a life jacket when fly sportfishing in lakes or streams. Moving normal water may be especially hazardous, so always be careful when wading. Roll Cast Applied when there is definitely not room at the rear of you to forged. #1 Contain the fly fishing rod out in entrance of you plus ensure there usually are no tangles in the line. #2 Bring the pole tip back so that a small portion of line weighs loosely behind the casting shoulder. #3 Move the fishing rod forward gradually; little by little at first, next speeding up gradually. #4 Stop whenever the rod tip is still directed slightly upward, watching the loop unfurl. How to Fish With Flies: Since the fly drifts along with the particular current, twitch the line while taking it in. This particular action brings the particular fly to living and attracts typically the trout. Basic Take flight Patterns - Presently there are four man-made lures, or lures, that are generally used when game fishing for trout. Wet Flies, Streamers And Nymphs. Wet Flies Sink and conduct not directly copy an organism. Streamers Sink and appear such as minnows or tiny fish. Nymphs Kitchen sink and represent marine forms of water insects. Dry Lures Float and mimic adult aquatic pests. Your First Lures - Purchase the small choice of lures that represent live organisms where stream trout feed. The most critical factors in selection are usually size, color, in addition to shape. As you develop your expertise of your neighborhood stream, add lures that are extra precisely matched to be able to locally abundant foodstuff organisms, thereby "matching the hatch". Several anglers tie their own own flies. Generally there are several very good instruction books offered if you are interested in learning. Fishing Some sort of Trout Stream: Getting close Fish - Whenever fishing a supply, cast upstream. This way you can easily hunt the bass, which face upstream. Move slowly and even stay low. In case a trout views you, it will dart away. Surface Sportfishing - In the event you find a trout rising to eat pests, cast a dried fly a handful of feet upstream involving where the fish broke the drinking water. This provides you with the bass a few minutes to notice your fly as it drifts above your head. Underwater - In case no trout are rising, they are probably feeding marine on nymphs. Throw a nymph upstream to the fast waters and let it go naturally back in the direction of you. Because is actually challenging to see or even feel when a new trout grabs some sort of nymph, many take flight fishers put the small foam bobber, called a reach indicator, on their particular line. The affect indicator jerks if a trout attacks the nymph. Raise the rod setting the hook. Finding Trout: Trout swimming in cold fields. They feed close to fast water. Forged for them beneath choppy shallow waters, called a riffle. Bass rest protected by the current in places called is situated, behind a boulder, under a fallen tree, in heavy pools or within slow water close to a bank, till they spot an insect drifting in the water. Then that they can dash into the fast normal water to grab the foodstuff. Stream Trout plus Conservation Brook Bass average less compared to 10 inches, though some up in order to 17 inches are occasionally caught. Mainly because "brookies" will accept only the cleanest and clearest normal water, fishing for this kind of species takes anglers to the most excellent and scenic regions of the midwest. Brown Trout would be the most common involving all southeastern bass. They can are now living in streams that will be too warm with regard to brook or offers a trout. Brown trout of more than 10 inches wide are common in the particular midwest. Some go over five pounds. Range Trout do not reproduce in most of the midwest states in addition to populations are preserved by stocking. Many rainbow trout are stocked between being unfaithful and 11 inches wide. Catch and Discharge - How an individual land your get will determine in case the trout is definitely able to make it through once you return that for the water. Play the fish swiftly and bring it to the financial institution. Keep the seafood in the water and even carefully remove typically the hook which has a forceps. Wet the hands ahead of touching or raising the trout to protect their slime coating. Hold it horizontally above typically the water for only a short occasion for viewing. To be able to release trout, meticulously hold it in the water going upstream until it is ready to navigate upon its own. If a trout is connected deeply, but not bleeding, you could cut the queue in addition to the hook may eventually dissolve. Stewardship: Get permission to cross private royaume

Pick up and even take trash residence Recycle monofilament range Follow regulations Work with barbless hooks There is a lot more an individual can learn regarding fly fishing, but typically the information in this post ought to get you started. Once you understand to fly fish, I think you are going to enjoy it intended for many years ahead.

#fly fishing