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jovial-thunder · 2 months

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Lancer Tactics devlog

I'm gonna try out posting my ~monthly devlog roundup here as well. These suckers are glorified changelogs with anecdotes and gifs galore. Let me know if this is something you like seeing show up on your dash?

Map Editor

Got units able to be placed/deleted/moved in the mission editor

Can paint/remove command zones in the editor

Can paint minecraft-like terrain blocks in the editor

Can paint/rotate multi-tile props in the editor

Can edit unit character sheets and portrait via the editor

3D maps

Did a bunch of art tests with 3D mech models, provided by GeneralChaos, which we ended up deciding not to go with to keep things simple.

To avoid the can of worms that is animation, we'd have to lean into a static "tabletop minatures" aesthetic which we decided is not a style we want to be stuck with. By sticking with 2D sprites, we avoid falling into a sort of uncanny valley; it's easier to get away with not animating a 2D sprite than it is for a 3D model.

We also experimented with 3D terrain. We decided to make a rule that the visual style for a piece of terrain should match its mechanical effect: obstructing terrain that you can't move through, such as rocks or buildings, will be in 3D, while non-obstructing terrain like trees will stick with 2D sprites.

Hooking up the 3D camera to follow events like movement and attacks did a LOT for making it starting to feel like it's cohering into an Actual Game™

Implemented cover! And an attack preview! Cover works by aiming a ray from the target to the originator (technically to and from each voxel of each, respectively, to handle size 2s shooting above size 1 cover) and tracking all the terrain blocks it hits (how we'll handle non-terrain hard cover TBD). I think I have it working according to Perijove's cover rules manual, but I'm sure there'll be edge cases to work out. This is a case where things are significantly simplified by working in squares instead of hexes; hexes have a lot more possible weird angles you have to deal with.

Re-added what I'm stubbornly calling Combat Popcorn; little bits of text that pop out when you use abilities and attacks.

UI & game screens

Added ability for the engine to show UI that's anchored to the game world via a little word bubble line but also stay on screen as the camera moves around.

Got word bubbles working; you can now write dialogue in the mission editor, hit playtest, and see it work in a mission! (it does actually translate correctly now; this gif is just from a bug I thought was funny)

Got ability effects mostly behaving appropriately again, including muzzle flashes. The easiest way to handle them ended up being NOT billboarding them so they always face the camera (like all other 2D sprites in the game); instead, I put them on a plane parallel with the ground and just spin them around the unit to point at wherever their target is.

Did some work ironing out our tooltip system. The standard in CRPGs these days is this kind of nested labyrinth of tooltops that you see in Baldur's Gate 3:

I Did Not Want to try and figure out how to wrangle that much UI, so we're instead opting to cap the nested tooltips at the second layer. You can lock a general tooltip for e.g. an action and then mouseover various items within that tooltip to get glossary definitions...

...and then instead of having those glossary tips be lockable/mouse-overable themselves, I collect all related terms to that glossary definition and let you tab through them.

Added skin overlay functionality to the portrait maker, enabling textures like scars, tattoos, stubble, and vitiligo to be applied to just the skin and not extend off into space.

Midway through writing this update, Carpenter sent me this gif of the randomization button working! There's a still a bunch of skintones/assets missing and a few are a bit janky, but it was exciting to start seeing the range of these lil freaks (affectionate) that this editor can create.

Mourning cloak license!

This is the one I'm probably most excited about: I did a bit of a content dive and implemented a basic character sheet + all Mourning Cloak traits and equipment. They don't have fancy graphics yet, but the weapons and systems can be added via the character sheet and used in-game.

It took a little under a day, including adding soon-to-be common mechanisms like bonus damage. This is great news in that it means the engine we've been building for so long in the abstract seems to do a great job in handling comprehensive actual game content, and that it looks like we've set ourselves up for success when it comes time to buckle down on churning that out.

I'm sure other licenses will come with unique difficulties (I fear the day it comes time to do the Mule Harness // Goblin CP) but I'm feeling good about it!

Vertical slice?

Taking a step back, the pressing question on my mind has been "when will we have a playable early access build?"

I was originally hoping for Feb/March, but what we've internally been referring to as the "3D cataclysm" has pushed everything back by at least three months, so the target for the first alpha build is now in May. So, ah, thanks for your patience! Seeing things come together, I've become more and more convinced that moving to 3D was the right call.

#lancer tactics #made with godot #godot 4 #indie game dev #game dev #lancer rpg #tactics rpg #indie dev #godot engine

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targetslovelyworld · 3 months

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Stampy’s Lovely World Dashboard simulator

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Random word of the day: Frogs!!!

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Only 342 days until Christmas!

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Halloween is better

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I disagree with that personally.

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You can’t disagree with me I’m right

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This your house?

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WHAT

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Oomfies fighting on the tl again

#its funny though #reblog # // not flowers

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Who put Stampy Cat in charge of the weather I feel like I’m going to get heat stroke just stepping outside

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its not that serious bro

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It hasn’t rained in 4 years what the fuck do you mean its not that serious

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that sounds like a you problem

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When I get my hands on those dogs I will exile you

#its gonna happen #his dogs WILL be mine #just you wait and see

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new hit the target plan leak hes going to steal the dogs by taping a photo of stampy cat onto his head with the hopes that the helpers wont catch on

#he would be stupid enough to try to pull this off

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i think i botched the recipe this potion isnt kicking in

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Nobody decided that Stampy should get to rule over everyone. The fact that so many of you people are complacent in his regime is sickening to me.

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im henry i am a snow golem and i like snowball fights and playing in the snow :D

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#what

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Random word of the day… BERRY

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Making a cake with my favorite helpers! Such a lovely morning.

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Your days are numbered.

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Not much of a threat coming from you, Mr. “I spent thirteen years consistently failing to take one guy’s dogs and now I’m salty about it”

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Not much of an insult coming from you, Mr. “I don’t let anyone else speak except for me because I’m self-obsessed and don’t care what others have to say in the slightest”

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This is why your wife left you.

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Go fuck yourself

#imagine being so desperate to win an argument that you drop the veeva card #that should be an indicator that your argument fucking sucks #bringing up a lads divorce as a gotcha moment #how typical of a brainwashed helper

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No.

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Go to hell William

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Who is this “William” you speak of? I am very clearly is-veeva-dash-dead-yet

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Two can play at that game.

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No.

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Wow! Unprovoked, Veeva!

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If I have my way I’ll be posting the word yes tomorrow

#and nobody will miss you

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#stampys lovely world #stampy's lovely world #stampy cat #hit the target #fizzy elephant #polly reindeer #stampylongnose #stampylonghead #william beaver #stampy #veeva dash

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twst-trash · 2 years

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Time magic shenanigans and MC’s kids from the future come to visit them. Though something is off. While all the kids do share some features with MC, they all look different. One has draconic features, one has lion ears, one is incredibly beautiful etc

All the kids are from different timelines where MC ended up having kids with someone different.

That begs the question: What timeline are they in now?

cw: fem!MC who has children (in alternate timelines)

Bro imagine a MOB of children, like 20 whole kids, rushing onto NRC’s campus in a mad dash to find you. A whole kindergarten worth of kids tugging your skirt, calling you mom, asking where their papa is. Personally I would run, that’s literally the most terrifying thing I could ever think of.

The kids don’t know each other so you quickly rule them out as siblings (and your coochie sighs in relief). So, how can they all be your kids and how did they end up here?

Eventually Vargas helps you round up all the children and Crowley stages an intervention. The dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders are there, and of course your first year friends tag along. Unable to be left out of anything, Cater and Floyd are also there, and at the behest of Lilia, Silver also shows up.

The children scatter to their respective ‘fathers’ immediately. Some take it better than others (Cater “I’ve only known my kid for 30 minutes but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself” Diamond immediately starts snapping photos for magicam with #meetmykid ; meanwhile, Leona is 2 seconds away from throwing his out of the castle window).

“Well, the most reasonable explanation is a case of time travel magic gone wrong,” Crowley begins, perturbed by the scene in front of him. “We must find a way to send them back immediately - I simply don’t have the funds to support twenty children! I shall contact the Royal Sword Academy for their collaboration posthaste.”

You’re about to open your mouth in protest- Crowley’s enthusiasm for finding the children a way back home already outmatched any effort he had put into finding your way back home- but Crowley is already out of the door, leaving you and your children and your babydaddies in the room alone.

“Maybe we should just kill them.” Leona mumbles under his breath, swatting at the curious hand that pulled at his tail.

“Moral implications aside, have you ever heard of the butterfly effect, you oafish buffoon? Anything we say or do could disrupt the current timeline.” Vil spits. Despite this, his fingers are tangled in the blond locks of his child, braiding their hair with care.

“This is just like that new spring anime My Harem’s Children Came To Find Me in My Own Timeline*!” Idia’s voice rings from his tablet. His child is poking through the settings proficiently, able to find and download a rhythm game on their own.

“Shut up about your hentai.” Ace scoffs, “Literally no one wants to hear about that.”

“I-It’s not a hentai! It’s way more complex than that.” He huffs, a ‘not like you normies would know the difference’ muttered under his breath. “It’s humorous, romantic, and tragic! Only one child is a part of the prime timeline. The heroine will never see the other children again!”

A hush falls over the room, save for the babble of some of the more talkative children.

“Prime timeline, hm?“ Azul muses, hair ruffled and hat commandeered by his miniature counterpart. “That means only one of us will end up with _______.”

“Well, it’s obviously me.” Vil starts, to which Leona scoffs.

“Yeah right. Why’d they want to be with someone with a perpetual stick up his ass?”

Malleus gives a dark chuckle. “As if you’d have any better of a chance, Kingscholar.”

“What’s that supposta mean, you overgrown lizard!?”

The boys are fighting. It would almost be funny if it weren’t equal parts terrifying.

So, who’s the winner in this timeline? Find out on the next episode of *MHCCTFMIMOT!

#odie.speaks #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #this ask is hilarious and I’m going to be thinking about it forever

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wordsbyrian · 1 year

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Overprotective - Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of Team Dad, in which R is an overprotective father.

A/N: This isn't the fic that I wanted to post today but I was an idiot who made the decision to write a 5th holiday fic the day before I post. So you guys get this one which was supposed to be for next week instead but that means 2 holiday fics next week. Also this is barely proofread so sorry about that.

Ever since it became common knowledge that you are the team dad of the Spanish national team, fans have been making a ton of videos showing off your most protective on-field moments.

To be honest, you find the whole thing to be a little ridiculous because any teammate worth their salt should make a fuss when one of their own gets taken down.

But, in all fairness, you might take it a little too far, especially if the number of yellows your mouth has earned you is anything to go by.

Currently, you find yourself in one of those exact situations as you get in the face of the Norse player who just took Pina off her feet.

You’re so focused on verbally tearing the player a new one that you barely register the combined efforts of Mapi and Patri to push you away from her.

Even when your club teammates, Maria and Vilde, come over you don’t cool it.

It takes the ref coming over and threatening to card you for you to walk away from the young Norsewoman.

“Try doing your job ref,” you tell her before walking to get in position.

Luckily Pina seems to be perfectly fine, more than fine in fact because less than five minutes after coming back on the field, she does what she does best and sends the ball soaring into the back of the net.

“La Estrella Bebe does it again,” you say, joining the group hug and patting her on the head, “Let’s finish strong girls.”

And you do, although when Patri gets taken down by the same Norse player that took down Claudia, you can’t help but run your mouth.

“Ref, you’re eyes, do they work,” you ask the center ref, “I’m seriously asking because I want to know. Usually, when someone puts their studs into an opponent's legs, that’s a card. So I’m just wondering.”

“Watch yourself, Y/L/N,” the ref says.

“What, it’s a serious question that I want an answer to because normally that’d be at least a yellow.”

For a moment, you think that your pleas have worked, watching as the ref begins to pull a yellow card out of her pocket. Those hopes are dashed when it’s shown to you instead of the Norsewoman.

“Wrong person,” you say walking away.

When the game ends, after you’ve apologized to Maria, Vilde, and their teammate, you’re pulled to the side for a discussion with your coach.

With that out of the way, you re-enter the locker room only to be greeted by the sight of your teammates recreating your outbursts.

“Ref, do your eyes work,” Leila mimics to the amusement of everyone else.

“Ok tonto, we get it, you’re funny,” you say taking a seat at your locker.

Your protective streak shows itself again later that week during a team outing to a nightclub.

And by this point, you’re certain that the universe really wants to see you punch someone over one of the younger players.

Why do you say that?

Because for the last 15 minutes, you’ve been standing in the corner watching as a guy blatantly stares at Laia and tries to subtly follow her around the dance floor.

Of course, you do realize that she can take care of herself but it's always better safe than sorry.

What you don’t realize is how hard you’ve been glaring at the guy, trying to get him to leave her alone with the power of your mind.

And you don’t realize it until you find yourself glaring at your girlfriend instead.

“Hi amor,” you say, leaning around her to keep your eyes on the strange man.

“Hola,” Alexia responds leaning into you, “What are you doing standing in the corner by yourself?”

Filling her in on what you're doing, you aren’t surprised when she rolls her eyes at you.

“You’re supposed to be having fun,” she says, pressing her body against yours.

“No, I’m supposed to make sure all of you get home safe, especially you drunky.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You’re not drunk,” you repeat incredulously, “So it wasn’t you that untucked my shirt so that you could put your hands up it. A ghost did all that?”

It’s a good thing you weren’t expecting a response because the slightly painful way Alexia rakes her nails down your back lets you know you aren’t getting one.

Rolling your eyes, you pull her closer to you and try to relocate the guy who was watching Aleixandri.

And you do find him.

The only problem is that he’s apparently gathered up enough confidence to approach her and it appears he is not taking no for an answer.

Shaking your head, you unwrap Alexia’s arms from around you and begin walking toward them.

As you walk away, you can hear her yell something about not making any dumb decisions but you’re too focused to worry about the consequences of your actions.

When you get close enough, you place your hand on the back of the man’s neck and yank him away from the City player.

“Hey there, buddy,” you say, turning him around to face you, “This is the only warning I’m going to give you, leave her alone. Stop staring at her from across the room and if you value your ability to chew your food, do not approach her again.”

The idiot looks unimpressed and slightly confused.

“What does that even mean?”

“It means that if I see you near her again, I will break your jaw so badly that you’ll be tube fed for the rest of your life,” you tell him, glare firmly planted on your face. “In fact, you might as well go home now because I’ll break your jaw if I see you talking to any woman for the rest of the night.”

He takes a step forward, trying to intimidate you, but the effect is ruined by the way his voice shakes when he says, “You can’t do that.”

“Do you want to test that theory,” you ask him, taking a step towards him in return.

By this point, a lot of attention has been drawn to the pair of you, so you’re not surprised when a few security guards make their way over.

“What seems to be the problem over here,” the taller one asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your eyes when the idiot begins speaking.

“The problem,” he says turning to the guard, “is that this woman has just threatened to physically harm me.”

“Is that true?”

“Of course not,” you lie, “Ask anyone, I did not say anything to him besides asking him to leave my friend alone.”

The people around you nod in agreement with what you’ve said.

Upon seeing this, the shorter security guard massages his temples and sighs heavily before speaking, “How come every time you come here we have the same problems, Jorge?”

He then grabs the idiot by the shoulder and leads him away.

“So that guy regularly harasses women and he’s still allowed to come here,” you ask the remaining guard.

“His uncle is the owner,” he explains before walking off.

Taking a deep breath, you look over at Laia and see her laughing at something Patri said.

That doesn’t last very long though because you're approached by Jenni who informs you that it’s time to go.

It isn’t until you’re all walking back to the hotel that you learn that anyone heard what you said.

“Do you like to chew your food,” Claudia asks Aitana, recreating the way you pulled the man to face you.

“What are the two of you on about,” Leila asks.

“That’s what Y/N said to the guy who was bothering Laia,” Pina explains.

“No, it’s not,” Ona says, “It was more like this.”

You all watch as Ona stops in the middle of the sidewalk and puffs out her chest in a hilarious mimicry of you.

“Stop staring at her from across the room and if you value your ability to chew your food, do not approach her again,” she says, trying to make her voice sound like yours. “Then she was like, I’ll break your jaw and you’ll be tube fed for the rest of your life.”

You can’t help but laugh at the display because there’s no doubt that you looked that ridiculous while talking to that man.

“Y/N/N,” Alexia says, letting go of your hand, “Please tell me you did not threaten that guy from the club.”

“Alright, I did not threaten that guy from the club,” you say plainly, “I made him a promise, whether he felt threatened by it was out of my control.”

That gets you some laughs from the team but only earns you a glare from your girlfriend.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.”

“None of us know why you’re surprised,” Mapi says. “Y/N spent the entire night standing in the corner like the overprotective papa she is.”

“I’m not overprotective.”

Unlike earlier in the club when everyone agreed with you, this time you’re met with various noises of disagreement.

“Alright, fuck you guys. I’ll just let creeps hit on you from now on.”

The response is as instant as it is simultaneous.

“No, you won’t.”

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #womens soccer #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #espwnt imagine #espwnt x reader

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 3 months

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hiiii hiiii!!! was curious :3 how's it gooinnnng?? uh, feeling booooooorooooooored got any fun headcanons you have floating around the space station?? :3

It's going well enough, Anon! I finally got around to this! Sorry it took me so long, I've been having a hard time doing things. But never mind that! Here's a mixed bag of headcanons!

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Medic can make a killer hot chocolate. The only issue being, he will NOT elaborate on why he's so happy and eager to make you one.. He'll hand you the most beautifully decorated hot chocolate, but he stares at you with the most terrifying smile, staring through your soul. You should drink it, though, what's the worst that can happen.

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Speaking of Medic. This man would be a menace at Diner Dash. I can not explain. He'd just be so good at it. Put him in endless mode, and he'd play it for hours, you could not get him to put it down.

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Speaking of video games, Scout is insane at Mario Kart. He will kill you on Rainbow Road, you will not win against him, he's a maniac. He mains Peach. Also, funny enough, even though he has so many siblings, none of them would play Mario Kart with him. He may have teared up because Pyro asked to play with him.

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You know what, I'll just drop everyone's Mario Kart mains and their second option with no explanations!

Demo would main Yoshi, Dry Bones being his second

Engie would pick Daisy, dying on this kill. Um, as a second pick I get Lakitu vibes.

Heavy would choose Bowser, Luigi being his second

Medic switches between the princesses, but mainly Rosalina, King Boo being his second.

Scout is a Peach main ONLY, if he is alone! (One time, he messed up and picked Peach before anyone else could and was very embarrassed.) If he's playing with others, he picks Mario, Larry being his second.

Sniper doesn't care. He'd probably let someone else pick for him. He normally gets a princess character, but he doesn't mind.

Spy is always picking rose gold Peach, regardless of Scout's mocking. He doesn't need a second pick because he'll get pissy about it.

Soldier doesn't have a set main, but I feel like he'd pick any of Bowser's kids.

Pyro is a Shy Guy main, and I am so normal about it, Bowser Jr. Is its second pick.

None of them really fight over mains though, the all normally get the character they want.

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Totally away from all of that. I think Spy listens to classical music, and Scout also likes classical music so one time, Scout heard it from Spy's room and just came in, starting to make fun of him, but ended up just... sitting with Spy. I think a lot of their bonding is nonverbal.

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Hey, I'm doing another speaking of bit, Spy has a habit of showing up at the exact moment someone needs something, with the item. Medic needs a coffee? Oh well, Spy just happened to be there with one. Scout's looking for something? Spy just found it! How strange. He always acts like its such an inconvenience, this is the only way he can show love.

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Scout, Sniper, Medic, and Soldier all have sensory and texture issues.

Scout will gag at the thought of eating puddings and jellos and can't stand flashing lights. Sniper hates bright lights and hates the texture of anything slimy. Medic is overwhelmed by noises in crowds and can't stand sticky foods. Soldier has issues with fabrics and tags and can't stand soft/smooth.

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Back to Spy again, I think he really likes the smell of lilacs and vanilla, I don't know why.

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Scout once ran out of Bonk, Medic offered him a tea. Medic and Scout drink tea together when one of them has a bad day.

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Engie collects rocks. He's just always been a fan. Sometimes, he'll sit outside the base, looking at the ground just searching for pretty rocks. He's given some to Pyro before, and now Pyro goes and sits with him sometimes.

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Sniper's happiest moments in life are genuinely sitting in a dark room, not talking, just sitting with someone he cares about. He finds the presence of someone more comforting than words.

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You know those gimmick blogs that can identify something from one picture? Heavy can tell you exactly what book any quote is from.

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Pyro, Demo, and Soldier collect fireflies together sometimes.

Anyways! That's all I have for now. Sorry, they aren't anything major or great. But writing them made me smile, so thank you for that, anon!

I'm hoping I'm finally back to writing because this reminded me how fun it is.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 headcanons

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citrusrei · 11 months

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In This Lifetime.

Joel Miller x Reader 18+ MDNI Summary: You might have fallen for a man before the world went to hell. He might have fell for you too. Genre: lil dash of angst maybe, Smut, Fluff TLOU!Universe Word Count: 4.6k Warnings: Pre-Outbreak!Joel, slight violence, smut (piv ~unprotected~, fingering, hand jobs, oral m receiving, creampies ig, vocal dirty joel), age gap (reader is 22, joel is 36) good Ol’ soft Joel, slightly possessive joel (yessir) i kind of combined the game universe and the show universe so it takes place in 2013 but imagine whatever joel u want lol. lemme know if i missed anythingggg

Listen to these as you read~

Pt. 1/2

AN: there is a secondary story to this which i was so torn on whether or not I should keep both parts as one or split them up but here we are. This is just kind of introductory and some back story with the lovely pair. Part 2 is already written so it’ll be up a few days after this one i hope u all enjoy it <3 <3 <3

“You’re up, Sweetheart.”

You grabbed the pool stick closest to you and walked over to the green-topped table, leaning over it as you looked down the cue’s sights. You were obviously aware of how the tight jean skirt you were wearing rode up slightly as you bent over. You were also very aware of the Miller brother staring directly at it.

Tommy Miller was a born flirt. You could swear that he came out of the womb talking up the nurses. What you hadn’t noticed was Tommy nudging his older brother's shoulder, quirking his eyebrow and nodding over to the show you were putting on.

Joel glanced, taking a swig of his miller light and then looking away almost immediately. Tommy chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way over to where you were. You’d missed your shot more than a handful of times and Tommy felt bad. He leaned over your body, hands running up your waist to your arms to guide the shot. Sure enough, the solid 8 ball went right into the hole. You cheered with glee, feeling the effects of your vodka tonic. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled down to you, swaying you to some country song on the bars radio.

Joel sighed, grabbing the cue of his own and taking his turn, biting back the bile that worked its way up your throat. He hated how Tommy was so openly flirting with. He was always like that. Joel looked down the cues sights and hit. Of course, he gets it the first try. “You’re really good at this, Joel!” You said, smiling his way. Joel smiled back softly, “Not much to it.” he said humbly.

“Well, I’m just saying. Way better than I am.”

“Yeah, well it’s your first time, right Sweetheart?” Tommy said, taking the shot in your place.

You nodded, looking at Joel again. He stared back almost shamelessly. It was always like this. The stares, the looks, the glances. The few shared words, always cordial and tamed. Joel had to have known you were into him. Who wouldn’t be? He was tall, handsome, and that slight southern drawl? Good lord. But he was also polite, and funny at times. You loved the banter between the two Miller brothers. They were quite literally opposites of each other.

You’d known the both of them for a while. You had met Tommy first at this very bar about a year ago. He’d just gotten back after being deployed for a few years and needed to wind down after time away in a foreign country. And there you were.

You were drunk that night as you and your best friends danced and sang (quite badly) to Shania Twains ‘Man I Feel Like a Woman’. What could you say? It was a guilty pleasure.

He’d been watching you for a while. Watching you laugh with your friends and reject the men who came up to you, trying their luck. He couldn’t help but introduce himself when you walked up to the bar he sat at and ordered another drink. You weren’t interested at first, but he was charming. He’d gotten your phone number fairly quick as he fed you compliments that had your cheeks blushing and your tummy tingling. You probably would have gone home with him that night had your friend Holly not gotten sick from all the sex on the beach’s she was slamming back.

A few days later he texted you, asking if you’d like to meet him at that bar. You agreed. You met up with him for drinks a few more times and then one night he asked if his brother could tag along. Another Miller? You’d already taken a liking to Tommy so you were excited to meet another one. The night you met Joel, he was so quiet and kind of brooding, you almost didn’t like him. That’s until Tommy got a little too tipsy and saw a woman he used to mess around with back in the day and left early with her.

You think Joel felt a little bad for you that night. You weren’t too upset about it honestly. Yeah, you thought Tommy was hot but after hanging out with him so much, you only saw him as a friend.

You and Joel actually hit it off after Tommy left. You found he was easy to talk to, which could have also been the liquid courage he’d been drinking. You learned a bit about him as the night progressed. You found out he was quite a bit older than you, you being 22 at the time. He was about 14 years older. Not that you minded. If you were honest, you’d always thought older men were sexy. He was a Father to a teenage girl, name Sarah. The light of his life. He worked as a carpenter which was also added to the appeal. He was good with his hands.

You talked a bit about yourself. How you had a sister who was younger than you. You bonded over both being the oldest child. You’d just gotten your associates in teaching, your goal to be a preschool teacher someday. He found it admirable. You started laughing when he drunkenly brought up how teachers should be paid more and how he’d always had a crush on Sarah’s 3rd grade teacher.

“You have a nice laugh... It reminds me of wind chimes.” He spoke, almost dreamily. Like he was entranced.

“Wind... chimes? Is that a good thing?” You said faking offense.

He nodded, sipping on his glass of whiskey, “Very good... it’s pretty to the ears.”

You laughed again, realizing Joel had no idea what he was even talking about. Joel put his hand on your thigh, gripping it lightly. Your heart rate picked up; you had drunk too much to even process anything at this point. “You’re real pretty too. Tommy can’t even see what he has in front of him.” You blinked back confusion as you tried to follow what he was saying.

“Tommy? I think that boat has sailed. He’s a friend. Nothing more.” You said, finishing off your fruity little cocktail. Joel perked up a bit, looking at you a moment before looking back down to his almost empty glass.

“Well, there has to be someone, right? Lil’ thing like you should have no trouble bringing home whoever you want to.”

You laughed for what felt like the 50th time, “I mean, is it hard? No. But... I’m kind of picky. I don’t like just anyone.” Joel stayed silent a moment, letting his hand rest on your leg. His touch seared a handprint to it, you were sure. Your stomach was going crazy and you didn’t know if it was because of him or the alcohol.

To test the waters a bit more, you continued, “There is someone I think is alright.” You placed your hand on top of Joel’s, dragging it further up your thigh. His eyes watched intently, breathing heavily as it traveled from right above your knee, to your inner thigh and almost under your skirt before he pulled it back to his lap and cleared his throat. You sighed, flustered. You were hoping he’d get the hint but suddenly clarity ran through you and you realized you were both too inebriated to go further. If you were going to ever fuck Joel Miller, it wasn’t going to be drunk. At least for the first time.

“We should call it a night. The room is about to start spinning for me and I’m not fixin’ to throw up tonight.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Joel nodded, getting up from his chair. “I’ll call us some taxis.”

After that night, there was nothing you wanted more than for Joel to take you home and fuck you senseless. You couldn’t help it. Something in the way he wore his basic-colored tees and sipped from his drinks or even acknowledged what you said by his little grunts. He was big and muscly but not too much. You were smitten. Plus, you’d never forgotten how his strong hand rubbed up your thigh which added so much fuel to the fire. It was like a little sneak peek of what was to come. Or what you wish would come... or who.

“Alright, I need another drink. Anyone else?” Tommy said, ignoring the blatant stares between you and Joel, or if he noticed, he didn’t care. You kind of had the feeling he’s been waiting for the day you and Joel finally just got it over with.

“I’m okay.” You replied. Joel passed on another drink as well and took his turn, sinking another ball in the gutter.

“How’s Sarah doing?” Joel’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter's name being said.

“She’s doing good. Has a big math test coming up she’s been studying for. Haven’t seen her much.” You nodded, subconsciously moving closer to the man taking another shot and sinking it. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but you did wish he’d say something.

“What about you? Got anything goin’ on?” He asked, a moment later.

“Not much. Going back to school soon. Start that teaching assistant job soon too, so that’ll be fun.” Joel smiled to you and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the sound of yelling and glasses breaking could be heard from the bar.

“Fuck you, you redneck piece of shit!” You could hear Tommy yelling as he swung at a rather large man next to him at the bar.

Your eyes widened as you looked to Joel who was already throwing his pool cue to the table and running over to his brother.

“Hey! What the fuck is going on?” Joel yelled, pulling Tommy back by the fabric of his shirt.

“This prick has no fucking manners is what’s going on!” Tommy yelled, “He said some shit about her!” Pointing to you.

Joel’s eyes flicked to the man in question, his mood changing instantly. He was pissed. “What the fuck did you say?”

The man in front of them laughed as you weaved through the crowd to reach the brothers. You stood back, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire in case anything broke out.

The burly man chuckled, a slimy sound escaping from his throat as he repeated himself.

“I said I’d love to take a little slut like that home so she can ch-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before Joel swung on the man. He hit him so hard you could hear the crack of his jaw and he was out instantly.

“Joel!” You yelped, standing there, eyes wide open as you watched the man fall from the bar stool to the wood floor of the bar. Joel turned around, his hard eyes softening as he saw your expression. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He hushed; his words quick.

You followed Joel and Tommy out of the bar and on to the busy sidewalk. People stared as you three rushed out, slightly out of breath. The two men conversed with each other a moment before they turned back to you.

“You want me to take you home?” Joel asked. You nodded instantly, feeling the chill in the air as you hugged yourself.

The ride home was quiet. Your adrenaline was pumping and you felt antsy in your seat. You glanced around the truck and noticed Joel’s knuckles were bleeding. You sighed, “Joel... your hand.”

Joel glanced down to his hand and laughed bitterly, “Man got what he deserved. Fuck.”

After he said that, the rest of the drive was silent. You could hear Joel breathing heavily in the driver's seat, still coming down from the high of breaking a man's jaw. As you pulled up to your apartment, you looked at him, “Do you want to come in? We should look at that hand of yours.”

He agreed and followed you inside. You sat Joel down on the toilet as you kneeled in front of him, dabbing his knuckles with a wet washcloth. He winced a few times and you backed off a moment before continuing. After wiping the dried blood and applying some ointment and bandages, you looked up to Joel to thank him. He shook his head, smiling lightly, “Don’t worry about it. Like I said... he deserved it. Makes my blood boil just thinkin’ about it.”

You subconsciously started tapping his knee as you were still kneeling before him. “Either way... I appreciate it. Is it bad that I was kind of curious as to what he was going to say?”

A quick breath left Joel’s mouth as he studied your wound work, “I think I wouldn’t have stopped had I let him finish.” His voice was deep and serious. It sent chills down your spine. You don’t doubt that he wouldn’t have stopped. The protectiveness of the Miller family is unmatched. It gave you butterflies to know you have someone who would stick up for you like that.

A moment of quietness passed before Joel spoke, changing the subject.

“Do you remember that night a few months ago at the bar? The night Tommy ditched us?”

You smiled, rising to your feet to wash your hands. “Of course, I do. Although, I’m not sure how. I was pretty wasted that night.” Joel smiled too, recalling it.

“That night,” he began, “When you said there was someone you thought was ‘alright’... Ah, never mind.”

You finished washing your hands and looked at Joel, “I meant you.”

His head snapped to meet your gaze. He already knew the answer but hearing it out loud meant it was real and not just him lost in his thoughts, fantasizing. Hoping he was the one you were talking about. He felt kind of silly. Being his big age, having a crush on a younger woman, and acting like a kid about it. He didn’t know why he didn’t just go up and ask, or flirt back more. Hell, all the times you’d flaunt your body with the short skirts, or the low-cut tops showing just the right amount of cleavage, or even more. Or all the times you’d run your hand across his back and smile at him, eyes twinkling with a something a bit more than being friendly. Joel knew. He knew you were into him and he never said anything. Maybe some banter back if he was drinking enough, but nothing else.

And that night at the bar. You leading his hand up your skirt sent Joel into a panic. He was so close to something and he pulled away. Why? Joel knew he was handsome; he had a charm to him. He wasn’t inexperienced or desperate but you made him nervous. He’d been on a couple of dates since his divorce but with raising a teenage daughter and his business with Tommy, they were far and few. And here you were. Beautiful, funny, nice and laughing at his dad jokes? What a catch you were.

“Does that surprise you?” You remarked, “I thought I was bit obvious.”

Joel came to and started laughing lightly, “I guess I am a bit surprised.” He stood up and walked to you, confidence finding him more and more every second that passed. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flushed against his body. “I should have kept going that night. You got me curious.”

Your eyebrow quirked up to the older man, “Oh yeah? Curious about what?”

“About what exactly you wanted to show me under that skirt of yours that night. I’ve been thinking about it almost every night when I’m home... only one awake. It’s been driving me kind of crazy if I’m being honest with you.” He said breathlessly, the dirty talk already affecting him.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he held you, telling you he’d been thinking of you, probably touching himself every night. Little did he know you were doing the same. The memory of his hand being inches from where you wanted him most that night could send you into a frenzy.

Joel leaned into you, hovering over your mouth. You could feel his breath fan across your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his hand working its way up from your waist, over the swell of your breast, to your neck. “You don’t even have to ask.” You said, closing the distance between the two of you. Joel kissed you back desperately. Like he’d been waiting for this for a lifetime. He was handsy and unorganized in the way he roamed your body, grabbing where he could as if you’d float away. His hands flew under your top, pawing at the skin of your tummy and further to your lacy bra.

The kiss deepened as Joel’s tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like the liquor he’d been drinking and it was intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough. You sucked on his tongue as his hands went behind you, unclasping the bra under your shirt. “Take both off.” He demanded, breaking away from the sloppy kiss. Your hands left his body as you rid yourself of everything on top, hands flying down to shimmy out of the jean skirt you were wearing too. Joel followed in suit, shedding his flannel and grey tee underneath. He was so toned, your mouth watered at the sight. His skin was tanned from working in the sun, muscles peeking through. You grabbed him again, pulling him back to you as you peppered little kisses across his chest to his neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. Joel groaned, sending a wave of pleasure down to your pussy. You could feel your cunt gush as you clenched around nothing. You couldn’t help but moan back as Joel grunted in your ear. His hands behind you again, running down the length of your back and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze. He pulled you into him again. You could feel the hardness of his length poking you through the jeans he had on. Your hands dropped from his arms to the zipper of his jeans, shakily trying to rid him of them. You got frustrated and pushed Joel to the sink, dropping to your knees before him, finally unzipping his pants and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck... what a pretty sight this is.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you grinned innocently, reaching for his cock in his boxers. “Want you in my mouth. Can I?” You asked, freeing his needy length. The tip was red and leaking already. You craved it just from the sight.

“Wanna suck my cock, baby girl?” You nodded, stroking his dick up and down slowly, teasing him a bit. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

You took Joel in between your lips, finally tasting the salty liquid that leaked from his tip. It was ecstasy. You felt feral. Already addicted to the taste of this man you’ve been pining for for months. “Ah, fuck. Feel’s so f-fucking nice, baby. Suck me off.” Joel’s dirty words went straight to your cunt which was dripping by now. Your panties stuck to you uncomfortably and all you wanted to do was have him rip them off you. You continued your ministries on his dick, bobbing your head up and down along the shaft, taking breaks to suck his on his balls. Sloppy, wet noises you’d normally be embarrassed of echoing in the room only dampening your panties further. Joel loved it. He was a mess in your hands as he moaned and grunted, weaving his fingers through your hair as he pushed you lower on to his cock. “Take me so well, mm- fuck. Such a good girl.” Joel hissed through gritted teeth. Your free hand flew to your underwear, rubbing the swollen bud, feverishly. Relief flooding through you as you finally got some contact. Joel noticed and pulled you from his shaft to your feet, kissing you hungrily. He could taste himself on your tongue as he sucked on it. His hand replaced yours in your panties, his finger rubbing small but intense circles on your clit.

“Fuck, J-Joel.” You moaned into his open mouth, bucking your hips into him.

“Is baby girl getting desperate? Need something more?” he asked, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him.

“Yes, please. N-Need you in me.” You begged. Joel smiled, kissing you again. He continued the kiss a moment, slowing his rhythm on your needy bud. “Say please for me again, darling.” You whined, rolling your hips against Joel’s fore finger for just a bit more friction.

“Joel, please fuck me.” Joel grinned against your lips as he removed his hand from your underwear and grabbed your wrist, leading you to your room. Once in it, Joel removed the rest of his clothes, stroking his hard cock a few times. “On the bed.” He demanded. You were instantly on mattress, freshly made this morning about to be wrecked. You shimmied out of your panties, throwing them to the side. You spread your legs as you laid against your headboard, showing Joel how wet you truly were. Your fingers slid from your breast downwards past your stomach to your slick, rubbing your clit slowly as Joel watched you. He watched with hungry eyes, literally on the edge of imploding if he wasn’t inside of you within the next 30 seconds. Joel crawled on to the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you to where he was. “You’re so fucking pretty. So. Pretty.” He said, slapping his heavy cock against the place you needed him the most. You moaned, your head falling back against the pillow underneath you. “Please. Put it in. Please, please.” Joel breathed out a breathy laugh, running his tip between the lips of your pussy, coating his length in yourself.

“Been wantin’ this for a long time, baby girl.” He said, leaning down to kiss you once more. “Are you ready?” You nodded, feeling as though you were being tortured. Joel guided himself into you with a grunt. He pushed himself past your walls, cursing under his breath, finally feeling your warmth. “f-fuck...” he sobbed out, breath whooshing from his lungs. This was affecting him as much or maybe even more than you. “So fucking nice. Better than I could have imagined.”

You moaned again, wrapping your arms around Joel as he began fucking into you. He started at a good pace, taking his time with his thrusts. Your legs linked around him, drawing him in closer. Joel could feel it, just how deep he was in you. It drove him mad. His movements stuttered as he repositioned himself in you, picking up speed. Each thrust hit that spongey part inside, causing you to see white hot spots, “fuck, Joel! I’m so close.” You cried out, gripping the back of his neck to hold yourself still.

Joel moaned, thrusting faster now, “Me too, baby girl. Fuck... S-So fucking close.” He grabbed your legs from him, spreading them further apart as he fucked you senselessly. A few more of those thrusts and you were coming undone, his name spilling from your lips over and over again like a broken record. Pressure built in the pit of your stomach and exploded. Your mind went blank and you could only focus on the sensation of his big cock stretching you out so fucking perfectly. “Yes, darlin’. Come for me. Come on my dick.” Joel grunted. His pattern stuttered again and slowed; he was coming too. “Take it baby girl. Take my cum. It’s all for you.” Joel winced; his jaw tight as he reached his climax right after you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls and you squirmed underneath him, loving the feeling. Joel pumped a few more measly thrusts into your cunt before his softened length fell out, leaving the cum to leak from your empty hole. You clenched around nothing as Joel looked down to you, admiring his work. Both of you were covered in a layer of sweat, exhausted.

Joel fell next to you on your bed, reaching for you and pulling you to his chest. You could hear his heart beat slow down as well as his breathing. It comforted you. You felt so at ease right now, you could have knocked out. Joel brought a hand to your head, petting over your hair. Your eyes closed and you were on the verge of sleep right when Joel spoke, “You okay?” All you could do was nod on his chest, breathing out a sigh of content. Joel chuckled, wrapping both of his arms around you and covering you with your duvet. “I’ll take that as a, yes?”

“Yes. I’m perfect.” You smiled, kissing his collarbone. Joel smiled too, his heart rate picking back up at the little sign of affection. Not many words were said after everything was said and done. You both ended up passing out for a few hours, not waking up until it was nearly 3 in the morning. Joel woke up before you did, stirring under you as you still laid upon his chest.

“Baby... what time is it?” He groaned, feeling you move from him. You leaned over the bed to get a good look at your clock, eyes still full of sleep. “It’s 3:12.” You replied as you yawned, moving back to Joel to curl up in his warmth. Joel rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the grogginess. “I should get going. Sarah is probably worried sick.” He sighed, “forgot to text her.”

You breathed out a long whine, not wanting him to move from your bed, but you understood. You sat up, stretching lightly as you watched Joel slide his jeans back on. “Fine, I won’t be selfish.” You said playfully. Joel leaned over, kissing you lightly, pecking you in sequences. He didn’t want to leave either. But he knew Sarah would probably send a search party for him if he weren’t home when she woke up.

“Text me when you get home, Miller.” He nodded, returning to your room after retrieving his shirt and flannel from where you two started this whole ordeal. “Here. Maybe this will keep ya warm in place of me tonight.” He said, throwing you the plaid garment. You slid it on immediately, buttoning up the few bottom buttons. Joel was standing at the door as you got comfy under your covers again, sleep calling back to you. Your bed reeked of Joel and now with his flannel on too? You’d died and gone to heaven.

“I will text you. Doin’ anything tomorrow?” He questioned.

“Yeah, you.” You replied, eyes closed as you snuggled into your pillow. Joel let out a breathy laugh, “That’s a promise, baby girl.”

Joel left and sure enough texted you when he got home. Which you didn’t see until you woke up many hours later. He had said Sarah was up waiting for him, how she chewed his ear off.

Over the next few days and weeks, you were attached to his hip. Spending quite literally 24/7 with each other most days. Little dates sprinkled in here and there. Picnics on the weekends, movies with quickies in the theater if it was empty. Dinner dates with not just you but the family. Your mom loved Joel sometimes maybe too much. He thought it was endearing. You had met Sarah who was a huge fan of yours and vice versa. You loved it. You might have even loved Joel, and he might have even loved you. But soon you’d find out, that that was maybe something you’d never get to know.

thank u all sm for reading and I genuinely hope you all liked it <3 I haven’t created anything like this in so long so it might be a lil rusty. Just wait for part 2 though cause i love it so much lol

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed <3

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou #the last of us #zoo wee mama that was a ride #i have such a soft spot for him #joel miller ilysm

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doggobreebree · 6 months

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Caregiver!MLP X Little!MC Part 1

The prompt: They are your caregiver. (You are gender-neutral)

∘₊✧──Twilight Sparkle──✧₊∘ ~ Prints out activity pages and gets activity books with colored pencils so you have something that will be fun and help you learn while in little space, even if it doesn't help you learn. ~ Lets you hug Smarty Pants and even lets you play with them. ~ Plays a music box to help you relax and even fall asleep to it with you. ~ Gives the best story times and reads to you often, even encouraging you to read at some parts. ∘₊✧──Rarity──✧₊∘ ~ Makes you cute outfits to wear while in little space, she would also make your paci look amazing and make you a stuffies. ~ Takes you out on a jewel hunt and lets you get a little dirty so you can have fun digging up the jewels but she gives you long baths after to make sure you are clean since she doesn't like dirty. ~ During bathtime, she lets you pick out whatever bath boom you want as well as a hand full of toys and what bubble bath soap you want in the bath. ~ Her cat really likes you and she would take pictures of you and Opalescence. ∘₊✧──Fluttershy──✧₊∘ ~ Cuddles with you and lets you cuddle with her animals from bunnies to bears, they would all be kind to you. She would make sure that Angel was nice to you! ~ When you are outside with her she gives you animal facts on every animal you see in hopes you would enjoy it. She normally gets giggles from you when she says some words in a funny way to make you laugh. ~ Sings you to sleep or if you are having a bad day she sings a song to try to make you feel more calm and relaxed. She would rub your back and hug you while rocking you back and forth during this. ~ Gives you hay sandwiches, salad, and would even take you out to Sugarcube Corner. ∘₊✧──Rainbow Dash──✧₊∘ ~ Puts you on her back and flies around Ponyvile high in the sky, when you tell her to go faster she would only speeds up just a bit so you don't fall or drop anything. ~ Falls asleep in clouds with you under her wing and keeps storm clouds over you so you aren't in sunlight fully so you can sleep better. ~ Always making jokes and playing games with you, trying to put her pride aside so you can win some of the games as well. ~ Sometimes she lets Pinkie Pie join her in taking care of you but always has her calm down a bit so you don't get overwhelmed. ∘₊✧──Pinke Pie──✧₊∘ ~ Even though she would give you tons of sweets to eat and even joins in on eating them with you, she makes sure you brush your teeth and to help you want to do it she does it with you. ~ When you are sad or upset she takes a step back and calms down, she tries to figure out what was wrong, what happened, and how the two of you can fix it. ~ Lets you play with Gummy and even if he was a baby with no teeth she makes sure he doesn't bite you. ~ She plays Kids Bop for you and dances with you while you both listen to the music. ∘₊✧──Applejack──✧₊∘ ~ Let's you help her work on the farm by making a game out of catching and counting the apples so it doesn't feel like work and you get your energy out. ~ If you got hurt she would bandage you up and kiss over the bandage to make you feel better. She would also cuddle with ya until you felt better. ~ She would make you apple juice, apple pies, apple sauce, and other apple things so you don't get hungry or thirsty while you are little. ~ Her dog and you play around sometimes when she is working, when she isn't working she plays games with you and walks you around Ponyvile. Who should I do next? Remember, my ask box and DMs are open if you need someone to talk to or if you have a question! (=^u^=)

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #little space sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #safe agere #my little pony #mlp g4 #mlp fim #mlp #fluttershy #twilight sparkle #rainbow dash #applejack #pinkie pie #rarity #mlp agere #my little pony agere

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v-arbellanaris · 1 year

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I absolutely adore your Justinia meta, it really makes me wish the games stuck with low fantasy and didn't start praising the Chantry for virtues it did not have. The transition between the second and third games has always been jarring but your meta makes it less so. :)

thank you so much!!!!

i think it's really funny as well, like i don't think i would've categorised dragon age as low fantasy - the existence of mages, elves and dragons is quite casual and a big part of the world, and magic is not disappearing (if you listen to the da2 ambient dialogue) but rather, i think dragon age is interesting in that it seems to have a storyline where the magic is coming back, whether the world is prepared for that or not. thedas is not middle ages england with a dash of magic; from things like the veil and the titans, magic is embedded into the world of thedas.

but i do think the writers at bioware see dragon age as a low fantasy story, which is where i think the disconnect comes from. they see dao and da2 as like n/olan verse b/atman but they're trying to make l/otr. what i've always loved about dragon age is that it can have all these complex, contemporary sociopolitical conflicts that are relevant to us within a high fantasy setting. i don't see those two things as incongruous in dragon age.

and i 100% agree with you about the jarring shift between da2 and dai. it's not like dao and da2 aren't flawed but i think my issue is mainly that i feel like dai took those flaws and put them under a magnifying glass and doubled down on them. in terms of things like how the narrative is told etc, dai is such a jarring shift to me in an unpleasant way. we're not exploring a narrative and coming to our own conclusions about it, we're told what to think and how we should feel about it which is just not going to work for me.

#asks #bioware critical #dai critical #i suppose!!!!

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itsdeathofabachelor · 10 months

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Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.

Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.

So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.

I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.

So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.

No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.

Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.

And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.

Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.

He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.

#I love when Jotaro Kujo is a fucking train wreck it’s the best #I have some more seriously fucked up headcannons but this one is one of my favourites #jjba kakyoin #jjba jotaro #jotaro #noriaki kakyoin #jojos bizzare adventure #jojo stardust crusaders

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bcnes · 4 months

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which symbolic fruit are you?

CLEMENTINE.

As lucky as Clementines may be, so are you and those around you. With a sunny disposition, and a knack for seeing the best in everyone, and the good in the world around you, you're someone who believes that the glass is always half full. Things can always be worse, and they will always get better, one way or another! Like the vibrant clementines you're known for bringing light to those who need it, and always bringing laughter to your friend group. However, such a bright exterior can sometimes hide a deep and lingering sadness. Remember: even the light sometimes has to dim, and even the sun has to set. Don't worry; it'll always come back.

#funny you should put it that way [ + ] dash games #Its Complicated

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Woah! I would have never thought that lil guy was a dream friend :0! I would love to hear more about it!

it's a long story www I'll just put it undercut to avoid clogging people's dash

cw: possibly bad grammars, mention of bullying, description of children's nightmares, kinda a vent? idk

Back in my elementary school, I was a very naive kid, bright, curious, cheerful, but naive kid that always do her best in school, that also along with the friendship.

You could say, I kind of like that one kid who do errands for her "friends" To make them happy around me and stay by my side(read; their side). I do what they say, I believe what they say, I blindly trust them. etc.

Doesn't mean they're mean to me! they're kind and kids are kids you know? but well ehhh I don't want to talk about it.

There this one time in four grades if I remember correctly, they play with this game on their phone they snuck in(phones are not allowed in school), this thing where it talks back to you, almost like sim.simi in a way.

There's like about 8-9 female students and I'm one of them. The one pulling the prank is them on me, where they scared me off with this talking creature on phone, that it would visit me at 3 am, how it would take me away from earth to go elsewhere like hell. Little kid me believed them of course, and I cried, scared of the possibility, they're not comforting me in the slightest and rather laugh with others seeing me cry, they don't stop at their prank and even continue to make it worst, making me cry more while they have fit of laughter together.

They apologize after long minute of me crying scared and said it was a prank, but they continue to laugh, because it's funny for them to see me so livid over their prank. Mind you, I'm very emotional kid with very active mind and like to image stuff(still am).

At night, I can't get to sleep, even though I sleep with my Yayak(a caretaker I considered my own big sister) in the same room, there's window by our bedside, I sleep closest to the window and at the edge of the bed, it was dark outside.

My younger self start to image scary things, a hand trying to reach me from under the bed and drag me down somewhere, a tall shadowy figure smiling eerily with sharp teeth like needles, knocking the window while peeking through the curtains, lots of stuff.

I stay up until exactly 3 am, waiting for something, waiting for the thing my "friends" spoken to me to come and get to me, my mind is full of terrifying scene. I don't want to wake up my Yayak, because she need rest after long day of taking care of me and my little brother, and at young age, my head have been tempered with idea how I should act like an adult, I shouldn't act like a kid and brave my fears as I'm the eldest child.

But the thing never come to me, and I'm way to tired to keep myself awake and finally I fall asleep from exhaustion.

Now this is where I meet them, my dream friend for the first time.

My younger self expected I will have nightmare like usual, how I will scream in terror and trying to wake up from those dreams. But no, this time it's awfully peaceful, way to peaceful than my usual dreams, I don't know exactly how to feel, I found myself in a beach with large sunset slowly falling down into the vast ocean.

There's someone there, sitting beside me, I don't know who is it but their presence comfort me. The only thing I can describes about them is that they have short black hair, white shirt enough to cover their knees and their white short too, I can't remember their face, it's blurry.

I thought it was the thing that my "friends" talk about, but I throw those assumptions away as I can't feel any threatening things coming from them nor them trying to hurt me.

Instead, they talk to me with such warmth comforting voice and offered me to play beach ball with them, I don't know where and when they found the colourful ball from but I can't refuse their offer. We run around the beach and play with beach ball, tossing it to each other until I'm out of breath, it was fun until it last.

Then we go back and sit down watching the sunset. I believe, if my memories serve me right, my younger self said something close like,

"Can we met again like this?"

They give me a nod, "of course, It's you, I like spending time with you."

Without saying any goodbyes, I woke up and it's already morning. I readied myself to go to school, feeling my heart light and warmth for the possibility of meeting them again next dream and after.

After the first dream, if I dream once again, I will meet them again, they look different each time, sometimes older, sometimes younger, sometimes they can be a girl or a guy, it's up to them for how they look(or up to my dream(?)), somehow I know it's them, even though they don't confirm it was them, I somehow knew it was them.

If my dream is peaceful, we would run around having little adventure with just the two of us in whatever dreamland I had. If I'm having a nightmare, they become my guide and whisk me away from those nightmare to somewhere safe, or sometime they stay by my side to help me fight my own nightmares.

There's a quote I made in this blog's description before I'm getting many followings, my older followers and mutuals probably would remember.

I kinda forgot the wording, but it's kinda close with this one ↓

"Do you still remember our first meeting? The time where the sun is setting down, where the wave dancing upon the shore."

I wish to remember the dream we first met and not forgot about such important thing, their presence becomes something part of my life as I grew older, and I'm happy I still remember it until now.

Yeah, that's all www

Sorry for the long story. If you read this until the end thank you, it means a lot for me :"]

#fairu's notes #anon

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