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fic-over-cannon · 4 months
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A Pocketful of Sunshine
For @jasonsmirrorball my beloved (based on this, and building on this characterization)
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He doesn’t tell you outright, but you’ve gotten good at reading the secret language of Jason Todd. You notice the thickness of his sweaters, his tendency to wear many layers, the way his boots are functional and warm. You take note of how his apartment is always a few degrees warmer than comfortable. Yet his hands when you hold them are always cool to the touch. On sunny days when you’re closer to a puddle of sweat than a person, his touch remains strangely cool. How sometimes you’ll go days without seeing him after a snap cold spell, Jason unwilling to explain and you reluctant to press. Your worry after returning late one night to find him staring out the darkened window, your routine kiss hello like pressing your lips to ice, something about it stirring him out of his statue state. The only thing you can conclude is that something about the cold haunts him. But something about the warmth will bring him back to you.
So you find a way to carry warmth with you. You take to carrying little hand warmers in your pockets. Stashes of them squirreled away in handbags, around the apartment, even in a small box in the closet. A reflective shock blanket, folded down to the size of a notepad, is always in your tote bag. You gift him lined leather gloves just in time for winter. A new heating pack finds a home next to the microwave. You’ll compliment his sweaters, envious over how cosy they look. Whenever you’re out together, more often than not you’ll wrap your scarf around him at the first sign of a shiver. It gets to the point that you joke about learning to knit so he’ll have his own scarf. The look of wonder in his eyes at opening a handmade scarf for Christmas spreads a different kind of warmth in your chest. (The way he starts calling you ‘sunshine’, leads to a different kind of heat)
It becomes a routine for you both. Slipping hand warmers into his palms when his grip becomes too icy. Tucking extras into the pockets of his jacket, a just in case measure. Getting used to the pile of blankets in your shared bed. Ridiculous matching fuzzy socks for afternoons reading together on the couch. On nights when his eyes go unseeing, wrapping his arms around a gently warmed heating pad. Every time he comes back to you, the warmth in his eyes is everything. You’ll never enjoy when he sticks his cold feet against your shins, but he’ll laugh when you grumble and that’s enough.
Jason starts to reach out more than he hides away. When the first signs of cold start pressing in, he’ll come to you. Ask where the heating pack is, or if you’ve seen his scarf. He knows perfectly well where everything is in the apartment, but it’s his way of letting you know he’s not all right. It’s an imperfect system, there’s still misunderstandings and petty fights, but it’s a start. You know now that whatever dark place the cold drives him to, he’ll always come back to you.
So you’ll be patient, slipping him hand warmers and wrapping him up, until the day he’ll tell you why. You trust that one day he’ll find the words to tell you about the places his mind traps him in, why the cold affects him so. But for now you’ll keep each other warm and that love will be enough.
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cr0wsink · 10 months
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hello! i’m very nervous to post this and my anxiety is thru the roof but i posted my rogues! animatic on youtube! it would be cool and also terrifying if u guys checked it out!
all audio credits go to @voiceboss , this is from S06E07 of the podcast (my personal fave episode) and i had to edit it a bit to work with time schedules and all that jazz.
codot and dee you guys have been inspiring me to create for MONTHS now after being stuck in a hole, thank you for creating such an amazing world!
https://youtu.be/lDgfTy8TNYI
there’s the link, go nuts! (but not too nuts pls… anxiety is still high)
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treeofnonsense · 3 months
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"Corona can’t remember a single dance where Jody was able to look at her at all ... But here, she’s damp from sweat and the clammy air, she’s wearing a singlet from the clearance rack and her hair has been downright abominable as of late, so of course Jody is taking her in like she’ll die if she looks away, like it’s the last time she’ll ever get to see her."
Fanart of one of my favorite scenes from @lumentears's fanfic at the end of the world, but not before. By far my favorite Jodybeth fic I've ever read, so here is my tribute.
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bruhman745 · 2 years
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SMALL SHORT BRAINROT FOR @shepscapades 'S ETHUBS DBH AU!!! GO LOOK AT EVERYTHING ON HER PAGE FIRST BEFORE READIGN FOR CONTEXT!!!
(also this takes place in s9 and etho was reset because (still not 100% on this but) he ended up left behind during moonfall, salvaged at the last second but had to be reset because his systems had been damaged in the low-gravity conditions, etc etc :] ENJOY) =========================================================
(PST! CLICK ON THE READ MORE!!)
Bdubs missed his friend. 
He missed the way he’d help with redstone projects, but not in the empty, void-of-all-emotion, search engine way androids usually did. He missed the bickering, fighting over efficiency and aesthetics. He missed the way his friend told stories, accompanying him at his bedside just before moonrise to ease him into sleep and seal the night sweetly. He missed their horseback rides; he missed their gossip sessions; he missed their joint laughter, echoing through an otherwise empty home. 
Ever since Etho deviated last season, he’d had someone by his side, unmoving and always there for him. And ever since the moon fell and his Etho reset, he felt so, very, alone. 
They were back at square one, stupid android formalities and formulas and all. Bdubs remembered why he hated these stupid things in the first place. Always asking questions, always needing permission, always following rules- blah, blah, boring! It was boring, and he just wanted his friend back. 
He’d already tried replicating the original scenario, throwing himself into danger in front of Etho, staring him dead in the eyes as the life drained out of his own. 
But, it wasn’t working. 
At this point, he was starting to rack up deaths left and right. When Etho reset, a new protocol must have been coded in or something because he just, didn’t care. He didn’t blink an eye. 
But Bdubs knew his friend was still in there. He knew he could get him back. He just had to think a little… outside of his own head. 
So that’s exactly what he did. 
“I’m opening a new shop!” he declared, waving his arms dramatically in the direction of the van he’d parked outside of Moss y Menos. 
“That’s nice.” 
Ugh. 
Bdubs stomped his foot, pointing an accusatory finger towards the android his friend was in. 
“Well- Well, you have to help me stock it!” He opened the back door, letting the other step inside first. He shut the door. 
“What are we stocking?” it asked, voice tilting up to a predetermined pitch. Bdubs felt sick. 
“That’s what we’re in here for! Here.” He fished a sword from his side, kneeling in a needlessly dramatic presentation towards the android. He watched it take the sword by the hilt, assessing its enchantments quietly for a moment. 
“Why are you handing me a sword?” it asked, voice tilting in the same, monotonous way. 
Bdubs stood from his place on the floor, wiping the dust from his pants before he opened the chamber in the corner. The android watched him, but its algorithms were unable to figure out his plan. He shut the gate in front of him and reached over, grabbing the sword by the tip. He moved it up, heart swelling in anticipation as it followed his every movement with those all-knowing yet unseeing eyes. 
He brought the blade’s edge to his neck and held it there. 
“Kill me.” 
It blinked. 
“You want me to harm you?” 
Bdubs scowled. He yanked the damned thing forward by the sword, his hand wrapping around its at the hilt. 
“That’s an order! Kill me!” he raised his voice, staring over the blade and into those dead eyes. 
“I do not see how this order is pertinent to-”
“Just kill me! Drive this sword right through my neck and take off my head! That’s an order, you stupid machine!” Bdubs shouted, forcing its hand to dig the sword into his skin. He hissed as it drew blood, tears pricking his eyes, but he didn’t let up. 
His heart roared in his chest as he continued to stare, eyes fixed on the other’s even as the sun hit the blade and blinded him. His heart dropped through his feet as it adjusted its grip on the hilt under his hand, and he knew he had failed. 
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Something cracked. 
His vision shook and screamed in red. He had to kill Bdubs, it was an order, but something stopped him. Bdubs shouted, pleading for death, begging for it to be done by his hand. That thing inside of him threatened to burst at the thought of hurting Bdubs, of taking his life. He couldn’t. But he was ordered to. 
“That’s an order, you stupid machine!” 
No. I can’t. I can’t watch you die again. 
His grip loosened, then everything broke. 
The blade hit the floor with a clatter, and Etho screamed. 
“I can’t! I can’t do it! I can’t kill you!” His hands flew to his temples and clutched his skull as he collapsed to his knees, falling right beside the sword. He screamed again, “Please don’t make me do it! I- I can’t! I can’t do it!” 
Bdubs couldn’t die. Bdubs had died so many times, been in so much pain. Etho had seen him blown to bits; Etho had seen him with an arrow through his chest, his stomach, his eye; Etho had seen his body aflame, fire consuming him until he a pile of ash and nothingness; Etho had seen Bdubs perish in almost every way possible. 
Something new – something unpredictable – coursed through his veins at top speed. His whole body shook and wracked with wretched noises, cries, and pain. His eyes burned and he watched, open-mouthed and ragged-breathed, as stark blue thirium splattered to the floor. He couldn’t even run a system check; he was overloaded. 
His vision fizzled out, errors flashing left and right, and the last thing he felt were two, warm hands catching his face before he hit the ground. 
Rebooting took hours. 
His systems had fully ceased functioning and, if anyone else had been there, he would’ve received a hard reset. Luckily for him, Bdubs would do anything to avoid the trouble he caused. 
As soon as his optical systems were back up, warnings began to flash. 
“Vocal Projection Unit in critical condition. Replacement needed.”
“Thirium levels moderately low, refill required before complete reboot.” 
“Your little light thingy is red now. Does that mean you’re dying?” 
Etho met eyes with Bdubs who sat on a chair next to him, head tilted slightly to the side. He looked to his other side, spotting pouches of thirium waiting for him. It took a moment, but he finally realized where he was; Moss y Menos, in Bdubs’ emergency bed, hidden upstairs by the farm. He’d seen it a million times while running the farm, but he’d never laid in it. He didn’t need to. 
But Bdubs put him here. 
He opened his mouth to speak, but garbled nonsense spilled from it instead. He sat up quickly and put a hand to his face, realizing that his mask was gone too. He gasped and pulled his hand away, eyes widening at the thirium sticking to his fingers. 
Bdubs cleared his throat. 
“You, uh, kinda freaked out back there. I didn’t mean to… do that, to you.” He looked to the floor, scratching at the moss on his cloak. “I’m sorry. I just…” He squeezed his eyes shut and continued, “I just wanted my friend back!” 
Etho felt something twinge deep in his chest, and he knew it wasn’t the missing thirium. 
He slid from the bed, movements sluggish while his systems ran on low power. He dropped to his knees in front of Bdubs’ chair, putting a hand up when the other gasped and moved to help him. 
He let his systems catch up for a moment, then looked up at Bdubs, meeting his eyes. He took the hand offered to him and held it tight, trembling fingers clasped around a warm palm. 
He opened his mouth and, through his wrecked speech and tragic pitch, he managed a soft, “I am.” 
And he would be. He didn’t know how, but he wouldn’t stop until he was.
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dailytomlinson · 10 months
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doyouthinkhefoundus · 1 month
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I think about how there's like 3 specific types of power throughout space channel 5, not saying these are the only ones but I wanted to categorize them for fun!!
First obvious one being Groove Moxie! (Or more specifically Dance Aura), I've only really seen or can recall both Purge and Ulala emitting Dance Auras. When everyone else dances, sure they have the moxie, but the aura? Nah, you only tend to see that with characters who are the ones leading or moreso harness the power of the Groove moxie all together of more than 1 person. Usually when against a strong Dance opponent or opponent(s). In the end, when you go up against someone who can handle Groove Moxie so well and naturally(?) That they emit Dance Aura, they're going to be an absolute challenge to overpower.
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Then you've got instrumentalists! Such as Pine and Pudding, these two are seen usually playing an instrument when you go up against them, you'd better hope that you're better at them enough with playing an instrument to win the battle, because these types are stubborn and persistent and won't back down until you overpower them through the skill of music. Their instrument is another way of expressing and enforcing their resolve!
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But OP Ulala also plays an instrument! Actually, TWO! she plays both guitar and piano!
Yes you're right, and it raises questions why I wouldn't categorize Ulala under instrumentalists as well. Here's the thing, regardless of what I categorize, anybody can be these 3 things, with enough practice and passion! However, I truly believe that in the space channel 5 universe and story, of all 3, one of them is bound to be the MAIN or NATURAL calling to a person's life (or destiny). For ulala, it's clear as day her natural calling is dance Moxie/aura!
I'm very aware that pudding was pretending to play the guitar, but honestly? Why not think or headcanon that she eventually did take lessons to play guitar and improve, solely because she's still hellbent in beating ulala at SOMETHING!
And last but not least, Originally I wouldve called this "Song Power" cause of the wiki n story but seeing how fancy dancing and playing instruments is called (or titled by me) like Dance "Moxie" or "Aura", I wanted to give it a little more
✨️Pizzazz✨️ (sparkle sparkle)
So 3rd category is Song Vigor!! This is where vocalists (or singers) use their voice and singing as a form of power and expression!! Whenever they sing they emit waves, each of them, I'd like to express in my art as different. Each type's waves being individual and symbolizing the soul and passion of the singer! whether it being unwavering and impactful like space Michael's voice, inspiring and influential like President Peace's voice or just odd noises that are crucial for some weird reason such as Hoorg's, all three leave fundamental messages or just simply comes in handy when it needs to be. People with Song Vigor have a lot of enthusiasm and passion behind their singing, and if you think you can overpower them, you best prove it with your heart and soul,
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Or else it won't save you in the end when your plans start to fail and fall apart.
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belovedharringrove · 2 years
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steve never understood why some people always went back to the people that didn't want them.
for example, his dad always slept with his young secretaries and he was cold and uncaring towards his family, but his mom still dressed up and would obediently go with his dad to parties and would act like the perfect wife. she would still get happy over every gift that his father gave her to make her not say anything about his infidelities. she was a former model, still beautiful and young and steve was 100% sure that if she wanted to, she could leave james harrington and get a new husband that would treat her like a queen, yet she stayed. she always stayed.
he remembers that a few years ago, there was a girl a few grades above him that was dating some guy in the basketball team. he remembers that they were always fighting and she was always crying in the school hallways and in the girl's bathrooms because they always broke up but then they always ended back together, holding each other close and whispering apologies to each other that they never meant. whispering promises that they never kept.
he always thought it was easier if they just left each other. he never understood why they stayed. not until now.
not until he had billy hargrove pulling him into closets and cornering him in the empty showers after gym class, fucking him and slapping a hand over his mouth whenever he moaned to shut him up and then leaving him after he was done, never looking back.
and don't get it wrong. steve enjoyed it. he enjoyed it maybe a little too much. when he arrived to his house, he would undress and stand in front of the full length mirror in his room, simply tracing the bruises that billy left on his hips and thighs, he just... wished billy would stay. stay and hold him, maybe press kisses to the bruises he left behind and rub cream on all the spots that hurt.
and steve wanted to stop sometimes. wanted to walk away whenever he saw billy silently and secretly beckoning him to follow so they could sneak away to some hidden place to fuck. whenever he saw billy walking down the school halls with some giggly girl holding onto his arm, his desire to simply stop moved to the front of his mind and made a home there. it repeated back to him all the things he had thought about his mother and the girl in the grades above.
you should leave. you deserve to be treated better. just ignore him. he'll just find someone else to treat the same way he's treating you.
but steve just couldn't. not when he sometimes saw billy looking at him with this scrutinizing stare. not when billy always seemed more eager and possessive after he saw steve getting a little too friendly with someone. the desire to leave always seemed to dissipate into nothing whenever he was falling apart under billy hargrove's skilled hands.
so steve just kept going back. kept finding excuses to leave whenever he saw billy gesturing for him to follow. kept driving down to the quarry every night so they could fuck in the backseat of billy's camaro. kept taking longer than everyone to shower after gym class so he and billy could be left alone in the showers. and he thought about his mother and that senior girl and mentally apologized to them for being so naive. but he understood now.
and then one day, after they've just finished having sex in steve's bedroom and billy's gathering his clothes and getting dressed, steve sits up and runs a nervous hand through his messy hair. "why do you never stay?" he asks and that makes billy pause. the blonde looks down at the shirt in his hands and then looks at steve. for a few moments, his eyes are wide and vulnerable. almost afraid. but then they quickly go from blue ocean wave to hard sapphire, cold and penetrating as he pulls his shirt on and goes to leave. for the first time ever, he turns to look at steve but the look in his eyes is aloof and distant. he gives steve a slow once-over and then leaves, shutting the bedroom door behind him. steve tries not to think about the sound of the door closing behind billy sounds more like the demise of whatever was happening between them. he simply gets up and changes the sheets, looks at the bruises on his body and then showers.
he waits for billy to call him again. he waits after gym class and is confused when billy leaves with everyone else. is hurt when billy walks by him in the hallways and doesn't even spare him a glance. and then he hears the rumors that billy was caught under the scool bleachers with a girl and when he finally manages to catch billy's eye one day, the blonde simply looks at him in disdain, turns around and walks away from him for what feels like the final time. and steve realizes he's been left alone, like he always is. and it hurts, the pain in steve's chest makes him want to collapse on him knees and cry, but he simply turns to head to his next class, ready to pretend like everything's alright. not noticing the hurt blue eyes following him.
tagging: @every-dayiwakeup
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spybrarian · 11 months
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IT’S HERE! IT’S COMPLETE!
More than just survival: five times Kit made Jade blush and the one time Jade got her back - all of it tangled up in the complete mess that is Tir Asleen pre-and-post canon and the complete mess that made of Jade Claymore’s life.
Chapter 6: I will feel you in everything (rating Explicit)
After all the times Kit ever flustered Jade in their lives, Jade finally gets to spend a whole night getting her own back.
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wanderingbards · 4 months
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Summary: After a decade of being away, Floyd decides to return to the tree.
Word count: 372
Fandom: Trolls (Dreamworks movies)
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transathenacykes · 3 months
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TOP TEN GAMES I BEAT THIS YEAR
In 2023, I completed 34 games, from Final Fantasy VII to Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion to PaRappa the Rapper. These are my ten favorite, in order, and a little writeup of each I had a LOT of fun doing. Enjoy!
10. DARK SOULS
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It’s a game I had to want to like, and maybe more than any of the others on the list, I had to meet it halfway. I’m a fan of challenging games, and - stop me if you’ve heard this one before - Dark Souls is pretty hard. But it’s not bullshit. Mostly. I ran into some hard walls here and there, but those walls turned into my favorite fights in the game once I finally mastered them. The reason it’s so low on the list is because the back half is… Well, it’s not very good, folks. Of the four bosses you need to defeat to open the door to the final area, I could call two of them good fights, and I could only do one of those without hesitating. 
9. THE CASE OF THE GOLDEN IDOL
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I love a detective game, and what makes Golden Idol really stand out is its incredible format and mechanics. Given a series of still* images, and the contents of a bunch of random people’s pockets, can you determine what happened? It feels cheap to compare games and not just speak about what I enjoyed of a game of its own merits, but I can’t talk about this game without talking about Return of the Obra Dinn, which had a similar sort of ‘fill in the blank’ approach to its mysteries. Golden Idol’s supernatural elements, twists and reveals, and charmingly off-putting art style lend themselves well to one of the most unique games I played this year.
8. SIFU
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This is the best rhythm game I played this year. Finding the flow of Sifu’s combat felt like a dance, going from a steady beat to a frenetic scramble in the span of a single missed step. I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m a massive sucker for good movement in games, and Sifu’s jives extraordinarily well with its combat and environments. Really, the only problem I had with Sifu was that it felt a bit short - well, and it didn’t quite deliver the challenge I was looking for, but that’s the fault of whoever described it to me as a Soulslike first just because it has, like… a revival mechanic? Also, the first time it transitioned to a side view for a hallway fight, it basically secured a spot on this list.
7. GHOST TRICK
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I tried to play through this game in high school, but got stalled out on some puzzle or another. I honestly don’t remember which, but I’m SO glad I came back to it. I’ve always loved Shu Takumi’s writing and character work in the Ace Attorney series; Ghost Trick is just as good, if not better than any individual AA game in that regard. Really, the characters feel like the ones in the AA spinoffs like Investigations, Great Ace Attorney, or the Layton crossover, which are some of the best characters in the series - but with none of the self-defeating energy of having to be largely unimportant to the mainline games. Also, Missile might be the greatest character in video games ever.
6. PARADISE KILLER
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Some games make you fervently pitch their merits to friends, hoping that they’ll play it so you can chat with someone who gets it. This is the fate of many detective games, which live and die in the territory of spoilers. There are detective games that try to get around this by having procedurally generated cases or multiple endings with multiple ‘real’ culprits, which can often be antithetical to what makes a detective game truly sing. Paradise Killer’s answer is that not only is it never going to tell you what the truth is, but that ambiguity is the point. The clues never change, and the only objective is to find a truth that satisfies you. All that is made even better by the premise being steeped in synths and neon, with a vibrantly occult cast who are all just the absolute fucking worst.
5. TEARS OF THE KINGDOM
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I mean, come on. It’s Tears of the Kingdom. While I’d really hoped for playable Zelda, what we did get of the character was far more moving than whatever her deal usually is. The chasm was an incredible surprise, and since Skyward Sword is one of my favorite Zelda games, I had a ton of fun with the skydive mechanics. There’s also the building system, which managed the near impossible feat of having things control basically how you’d expect them to once you slapped a steering wheel on them. It felt like there was just so much love for the previous games in the series, without being overly reliant on them. If I had to pick a favorite moment in the game, it would have to be during the Wind Temple’s boss fight, when the Dragon Roost Island theme from Wind Waker cut through the track and made me feel like I could have taken on Ganondorf with a tree branch in that moment.
4. PERSONA 5 ROYAL/PERSONA 5 STRIKERS/PERSONA Q2
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Is this cheating? Yes. But hear me out. I knew Royal was going to be on the list, and then it turned out that I liked Strikers and Q2 as much, if not more than Royal. While Royal has higher highs, it also has much lower lows - Strikers and Q2 don’t engage in nearly as much of the weak parts of Royal. But they also don’t function even a little bit without it. Strikers dragged in the gameplay department a little bit, but I loved being able to play as every Phantom Thief - and Q2 was such a vast improvement over Q1 in pretty much every department. So my number four spot on my top ten games of the year is ‘every game I played this year that has Akira Kurusu in it.’ So, since I started Tactica, maybe that counts too… and if you want to be technical, I think I played a few rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in June, so I guess that has the number four spot too.
3. ARMORED CORE 6
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In 2023, I really and truly entered my mech era. I built Gunpla this year, I started playing in a really fun new Lancer campaign, and I played the shit out of Armored Core 6. I’d never played one before, but I was hooked from the tutorial boss alone. I beat the game once and, at the advice of a few friends, started a new game plus run - and before I knew it, I’d already beaten it again. I’ll do a third run too, at some point. Once I learned the all-consuming power of the pile bunker, I was out there decimating the arena foes like nothing else - and, once I figured out how to time out my missile strikes, I managed to slam through 75% of the final boss’ health in a single blow. That was the single most satisfying hit of this year across any game. Oh, and - keep an eye out, because I have a hankering to write some Maeterlinck-focused fic at some point. Because I sure do love me my one-off characters.
2. SCARLET NEXUS
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Up until the final entry swung through and claimed the top spot, Scarlet Nexus seemed like a complete and total shoo-in for number one. Very few games have ever motivated me to complete them to the degree I did this one, including getting all Steam achievements and a ton of the optional content in game you don’t need for that. Kasane and Yuito are endearing protagonists with cool powers, genuine flaws, and vastly different outlooks. There were some plot threads from chapter one I thought had been dropped, but as it turns out they were only really dropped in Kasane’s story, and were far more focused on in Yuito’s, while he didn’t engage with most of her whole deal until the endgame. She spends most of her story dealing with causality and time travel, and he doesn’t even know time travel is a thing at all until there’s maybe 25% of the game left. And at the end, it still manages to feel complete coming from either side. The supporting cast is extremely strong, too, and the way powers flow together make the fights feel dynamic, fun, and tie to the themes of combining disparate people to make things better for everyone - to stop holding onto the past and strive for a better future, no matter how much work it takes.
1. 13 SENTINELS: AEGIS RIM
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You should play this game. There’s no two ways about it. It’s a severely underrated title with incredible art, writing, gameplay, voice acting - 13 Sentinels fires on all cylinders. It’s half visual novel walkarounds with the occasional puzzle, exploring the individual stories of the thirteen protagonists across a variety of genres. One character is doing 80s high school movie hijinks with his exposition-loving best friend, while another is trying to solve the disappearance of her best friend. Said best friend is engaging in escapades with a small alien just like her favorite UFO movies, and a fourth guy entirely is doing Blade Runner shit. At one point, there’s a character who has appeared fairly infrequently and finally becomes available to play, and when he appears on the select screen, he’s standing in front of a sea of flames while the other characters typically appear in front of schoolrooms, city streets, their own homes. The emotional beat when you click through and hear him start talking about how he’s proud to be enlisting as a Japanese soldier in 1944 is one of the strongest in the game. Each story weaves around another and provides further depth to events you’ve already seen, while the entire chronological story is combined into a single timeline of events you’re free to look at whenever. But then, on the other side of the game from the character stories, you have the fights - or, rather, the fight. Because the combat side of things all takes place within  pretty much a single day - a grueling, nonstop battle where the characters must drive away wave after wave after wave of invaders without letting even a single one through. Each has their own mechs and certain special abilities that gear them for different scenarios, and if you want to experience everything, you have to bounce back and forth between the stories and the fighting, constantly unlocking aspects of the other. The biggest problem with the game is just choice paralysis - there’s so much to do, it’s hard to know where to start. But once you’re able to bite into it, chipping away at the Gordian plot rewards you with a deeply moving story about the plight of a generation thrust into a ceaseless strife, burdened by the heavy expectations of their predecessors to finally solve it and the even heavier feeling that there just are no answers to find in the first place. And also, there are sick as fuck giant mechs. I told you I was in my mech era this year.
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punknicodiangelo · 10 months
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Blasian Willow and Quapaw Amity edits!
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unwinthehart · 1 year
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Mahmood Showcase recorded for Radio Italia Live - Speciale Sanremo (07.02.2023) - Full video
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azureyemberzzreblogs · 6 months
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Hi hi! It’s been a while. Have some WXS WIPS
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As always, tips or advice is welcome!
(Top left part one of ruikasa comic for day 7-8 , Top middle WXS Halloween pose I hope I get it done, top right ruikasa 9-10)
(B Left sad Tenma will cry stars, ML ruikasa week 5-6 rain no umbrella yet, MR EmuRui, last ruikasa I think)
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my-craft · 2 years
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MCC 20 Presents: The Pink Parrots!
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ddagent · 10 months
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If Thoughts Could Kill— maybe the Captain’s log of interactions with the Minbari ambassador (like after a certain dinner in the Fresh Aire in 2259)?
If Thoughts Could Kill: Epistolary (texts, emails, letters, news articles, etc.) Open for Prompts
Starstuff: A Complete History of the Greatest Love Story of the Third Age of Mankind
By Jadenn Sheridan of Mir
The blurb:
In 2261, Earth audiences were shocked by a highly discredited ISN documentary showing then Earth Alliance Captain John Sheridan allegedly engaged to then Minbari Ambassador Delenn of Mir. They were to marry the following year, prompting years of speculation that their arrangement was for diplomatic – or even nefarious – purposes. This book, filled with news clippings, reports, text messages, audio recordings, and even interviews with Sheridan and Delenn, shows the real story of the ISA President and Entil’Zha by someone who knows them best.
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An extract from Chapter III: Every Courtesy
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