#he would play the games too I think but my brain didn't process any of that so I have no actual memory of the screen

[dan-crimes]

LMAO so funny thing is everyone knows the whole Sonic and Shadow looking alike thing is total bullshit and I totally agree those comments they try to pull in the games and show(s? I'm not technically a Sonic fan I dunno if it's multiple) make basically no sense to me but then my Mom comes in while watching Sonic Prime and says "So what, Sonic has a brother or something?" and this whole other world has opened up to me and I've seen the truth of it all

#so to clarify I do not consider myself a Sonic fan since I have never played a Sonic game and I've never read any of the comics #and idk the lore cuz I've never really bothered to watch other people play it and I have watched some of the shows #y'know my grandma had 4Kids so sometimes I would catch Sonic X on TV #but literally most of my knowledge of the Sonic franchise is just having people talk to me about it #like when I was a kid my grandma babysat these kids who were older than me I forget how old I was like under 10 I think #and one of the kid's big interest was Sonic so I would just sit and listen to him talk about Sonic the entire time I was there #he would play the games too I think but my brain didn't process any of that so I have no actual memory of the screen #I would mostly just pay attention to him talking cuz he would talk about it while playing it was great #so that is the base of my knowledge and then after my grandma stopped babysitting them it was radio silence #until y'know people would occasionally bring stuff up in videos I'd watch and I'd look @ videos about people talking abt Sonic #occasionally and see like memes or YTPs of Sonic or y'know abridged stuff #but I literally never actually watched a Sonic game until Frontiers came out and then The Murder Of Sonic the Hedgehog #and Sonic Prime is the first Sonic show I properly sat down and watched which show is great btw I enjoy it a lot #but yeah and it was vaguely purposeful like I was keeping myself away cuz I know how I am about stuff and I WILL try to learn EVERYTHING #if I get too interested in Sonic as a franchise #oh I did play Unleashed sometime after it first came out and couldn't get past like the first fuckin level but tbf I was like 7 years old #possibly 8 years old cuz I'm not 100% sure how much later I got the game but like I was really bad @ any game that wasn't just like #spamming buttons since I grew up on fighting games lmao #but yeah I dropped the game almost immediated I do not count that for anything #but yeah long story short: all my knowledge is second hand like I still think I know a good amount for what it's worth but #I wouldn't trust my own knowledge

[eve175]

Tough time

Sumarry: It had been a tough week, and you start to feel bad about Ithan's constant reassuring presence.

Warnings: Mention of lack of libido, mention of rough times, angst.

Gentle fingers traced patterns on your neck and shoulder. Usually, that sweet gesture from your mate was enough to south any of your internal storms. But not today. Actually, you had been trying all week to shake off your brooding. You went shopping with Juniper, you went to your appointment with your therapist, you ate your comfort ice cream, you got a massage… Ithan had even offered to go for a run with you. But nothing worked. You were just… not fine. 

Ithan was watching a sunball game on his phone, telling you all about the players' good moves, and explaining to you the bad ones and if they could've avoided them or not.  You hummed in approval at each of his statements, but the information your ears processed didn't quite seem to reach your numb brain. You felt bad. Ithan had spent almost all weekend at your apartment, and all you had managed to do was order food and stay in bed all day. 

The two of you always used to go out on weekends, partying with Ruhn, going to restaurants, hiking, playing board or video games… but you were mentally drained. And all you could do now was be boring and rot in bed. You didn't even had sex, for fuck sake. You usually had a very high libido that Ithan was more than happy to please, but that too disappeared this week, along with your joy and energy. 

Ping

A text pops on Ithan’s phone. He huffed a laugh, and moved his hand from your shoulder to text back. “Ruhn?” you guessed, “And Flynn.” the wolf shifter answers you back. He sends the text, then puts his phone on the nightstand, stretching his arms before pulling you off his lap and up into his arms. He spoons you on the bed and kisses the back of your head lovingly.

Your stomach churns as you start overthinking everything.The boys had probably asked him to go out. Had he refused because of you? Did he feel forced to stay by your side? Would his friends think you're an over controlling girlfriend? “Did… Did they want to hang out?” He shrugs his shoulders, and nuzzles into your neck deeper, inhaling your scent. “Yeah.” “You said no?” “Yeah.” His answers were short, stating the obvious, and still you wondered if he stayed in just because he felt bad about how miserable you were right now. 

You sighed, caressing his forearm with your fingertips, the gesture shooting pleasurable goosebumps all over his body. “Just because I don't feel like going out doesn't mean you can't, you know…” He rose onto his elbow, peeking over your shoulder to meet your eyes. He brushed his lips on yours, slowly, before pulling away to stare into the depths of your orbs. “I know, I just enjoy spending time with you too.” He paused, and you could feel his desire to go out. 

You knew Ithan had trouble just staying inside and relaxing, yet he hadn't complained about it all weekend. “But you enjoy going out with your boys too, it's fine bubs, I wanted to read my book anyway tonight.” You forced a smile, trying to sound convincing, and it seemed to work, because Ithan just stared at your face for a moment then kissed your cheek. “Okay.” He rose up from the bed and got ready, then took his wallet. 

You watched him, fighting the urge to break down at your now lonely and empty bed. You pulled the sheets almost up to your nose, nuzzling into the pillow that was previously his. He walked over the edge of the bed, put both his hands on your cheeks before pulling you into a big smooch. Typical of Ithan. The innocent kiss made you chuckle, the first sprinkle of joy you've felt since a week now. You smiled as he pulled away, “I'll see you tonight. I love you.” your heart squeezed, but you nodded. At least he'd be back tonight. “Alright. Love you! Have fun.” You turned your back to the door as he walked out your bedroom. Your eyes were welling up with tears now that you thought you were alone. Alone with your sadness, and loneliness, and pain, and anxiety, and- 

Ithan was still standing in the doorway, a look of worry drawn on his face as he noticed the slight quivering of your shoulders. His wolf hearing catched the soft silent sobs coming from your lips. His heart sank at seeing you like this. The light and joy radiating from your bubbly personality had looked so dull all week. He hadn't mentioned it to you, thinking it was maybe just tiredness, or your period. But now he was sure it was more than that. He walks over the bed slowly, and sits down on the edge of the mattress, gently stroking your back. 

It was too much. It was the drop that made you break down completely, you couldn't hold it in anymore. You sobbed, as Ithan gently caressed your back, not pushing you to do anything more than just… feel. And let everything out. “Hey… it's okay. Let it all out…” He said, his hand moving to your hair, moving tear damp strands behind your ear. 

“Is it okay if I keep rubbing your back?” He whispers, his hand slowly halting, he wanted to make sure that you wanted it. That it wasn't making you overstimulated at the moment. You nod your head, and mumble not so graciously through sobs, “Yeah…” “Good.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his hand still stroking your back. 

After a few minutes, you calmed down, Ithan now holding your head against his chest, kissing your forehead and cheeks gently. “I just feel bad…” You mumble, finally retrieving the strength to speak without bursting in tears. “About what, honey?” There was no hint of judgment or amusement in his words, only pure concern and adoration. You shrug your shoulders, and bite your lip nervously, but Ithan thumbs quickly prevent you from nibbling it and bruising yourself. 

You sigh, tracing the muscle of his chest with your fingertips as you continue on, your eyes looking everywhere but into his. “Well uh… I've been feeling miserable all week and now your weekend is ruined because of me.” He had wanted to cut off your nonsense and talk over you, but he knew you needed to get these words off your chest. He sighed, “Honey… You know you could never force me into doing anything… right? If I'm staying with you, it's because I want to,” he kisses your lips gently, then pulls away and lifts your chin to look into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N. So very much.” 

You sniffled, snuggling closer to his chest, his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of love. He stroked your hair until you reached the edge of sleep, then you felt his arms tighten around you. “I had the best weekend with you. Every moment of my life spent with you by my side is one that I'll cherish until the day the Under-King claims my soul.” You nod lazily against his chest, a slight smile remaining on your lips as you fall asleep. You knew things would get better, eventually. Because Ithan would hold your hand through this hard time. And a hard time is not a hard life.  

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[ephemerasnape]

Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) Regarding the hairstyle, it would be a typical and respectable gentleman's hairstyle for the time period.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He does not appreciate "sloppy seconds." This is well-established in several of my audios.

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

He wears a belt. The belt is not visible in the game, but for our purposes, he needs a fucking belt. The belt is soooo important.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")

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[kyleoreillylover]

here's a sneak peek in my next chapter 👀

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede

"I told you, his loyalty will always lie with Roman." Kevin stepped up, wanting to convince you of the truth he believed in. Sami whipped his head to Kevin, frustration etched on his face.

"You need to back off, Kevin. This is none of your business," Sami snapped at Kevin, his frustration evident. He needed to get rid of the problem, and Kevin was the one causing problems.

"Oh, it's very much my business when it involves Y/N," Kevin replied, a sly smirk on his face. "I'm just pointing out the obvious, and she deserves to know the truth."

You shot Kevin a venomous glare, your patience wearing thin. "I don't need you to tell me anything. Stay out of our business!"

Jey, still seething with anger, turned his attention back to you. "You need to stop playing these games! I can't have someone who's not fully with me."

You scoffed, not being able to take his accusations any longer. "Games? You're the one starting this whole mess on live television, accusing me of things I haven't done. If you can't trust me, then maybe you need to figure out your own priorities."

You had pushed Jey too much, and he couldn't handle it anymore. He was a hothead at his worst, and his insecurities and your anguish had reached a boiling point.

"And if you can't handle the truth, maybe you need to reconsider being a part of the Bloodline," Jey shot back, his frustration turning into a cold determination, but he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. The weight of the silence that followed hung heavily in the air, a tangible tension that seemed to echo through the entire arena.

Your brain shut down at the weight of Jey's words. The shock, hurt, and anger collided within you, creating a storm of emotions. Everyone else seemed to fade away, and all that remained was the harsh reality of the words that had just been spoken. The man you loved just told you that he questioned your place in the Bloodline, and in his life. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you felt the world around you blur.

Jey's declaration hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and the split screen showed Roman's expression darkening, his eyes narrowing at the unfolding chaos. The tension within the Bloodline had reached a breaking point, and the fractures within the faction seemed irreparable.

Sami's hands on your shoulders steadied you as the weight of Jey's words sank in, but you brushed his hands away, needing a moment to process everything. Jey's face was a mixture of regret and frustration, and he tried to reach out to you, but you stepped back, putting some distance between you and him.

"You really think that?" Your voice was shaky, a mix of hurt and anger lacing your words, and Jey's heart hurt at the sight. He thought airing out his feelings on live television would make things better, but it only seemed to have made everything worse.

Jey's regret was evident, but he struggled to find the right words to mend the damage. "Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. I was just angry, and I—" Jey began to explain, desperation in his voice, but you held up a hand to stop him.

No, Jey. You said what you really felt. Don't try to backtrack now." Your voice wavered with a mixture of emotions. "You wanna act like a big strong man and air out our shit on live TV, fine. But don't expect me to just forgive and forget when you question my loyalty and place in the Bloodline."

Your words were sharp, each one laced with the hurt and betrayal you felt in that moment. Jey stepped closer to you, his eyes pleading for understanding, but you took another step back, the distance between you growing.

"No, you wanna question my loyalty? Fine, then maybe I need to reevaluate my place in the Bloodline and in your life," you declared, your tone resolute.

"No no, no you do not." Sami tried to step in, his frustration evident. "Y/N, don't let this moment define everything. Emotions are high, and Jey didn't mean—"

You cut Sami off, your eyes never leaving Jey's. "No, Sami. He needs to face the consequences of his words. If he questions my loyalty and my place, then maybe it's time for me to make a decision."

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[nerinefy]

. . . HOW WOULD YOU DEFINE YOUR IDEAL GUY? ; FT. THE OLDER BROS.

- FIC INTRO - PART I [YOU'RE HERE] - PART II

— summary: with MC's noticeable influence on RAD's student body, the newspaper club had to get a scoop on what the infamous human had to say about a few things, although one question definitely caught them off guard. let's just say a lot of hidden feelings were revealed afterwards!

— details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | obey me! swd

— tagged list: @my-perfect-machine , @aijlin , & @pleasureoftheclouds

— author's note: guess who got a deadly fever the other day and can't move even a muscle? but seriously i'm very sorry for the late update :') i didn't expect it either.

LUCIFER !

He was in his office working on a few tasks Diavolo had given him that day when he suddenly heard a low buzz from his phone. Not caring much about it, he continued his work, that is when notifications kept popping that it became too much of a distraction. Reaching out to grab the phone, deciding to keep it on silent, he then saw what the fuss was all about.

- Asmodeus: "Hey guys, I think you really need to see this"! (insert pic.)

- Leviathan: "Huh? Oh, they interviewed (Y/N)? What about it?"

- Satan: "It seems that there's one interesting question to be seen below."

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "Well, it's hard to make words for it but to keep it simple, he's hardworking and caring. Quite stoic at first but he's a soft and sweet person."

Out of all the things he could see that day, not saying he's complaining, quite the opposite actually. For a while, he thought he might be assuming things too hard. It's all too hard for the old man, why can't you just say it in person, not that he needed any clarifications of course! (No, he does need clarifications, please give this lad answers.)

Bonus! Might invite you for dinner (or to his room lol) that evening— expectedly the only way he can think of to get things straight with you.

MAMMON !

He had just finished a modeling shift and was scrolling through Devilgram when he saw the post. Reading through it, there's one question that certainly caught his eye.

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "As weird as this may sound, he's somewhat of a slow person, yet in a fun and chaotic way, it's his charm. He's a kind and sensitive man and is always willing to sacrifice for the sake of others."

It takes him a very long while to process it so it's likely that he'll suddenly squeal like a high school girl while he's in bed (Surprisingly that's how my brain works too.)

Will reread that specific text over and over again, and will automatically assume— not saying that he's wrong.

You should just expect a giddy Mammon to meet you just right after you open your bedroom door the next morning. You can see with just the first glance that this man barely got any sleep, but who cares, he's only happy to know that that's how you see him.

LEVIATHAN !

Just to let you know, even if he sees it, he will never have in mind that you're talking about him— even in any universe out there I assure you. He sees himself in not the best light, so it takes more than that for him to get the message.

Will most likely see it on Devilgram too, as he only scrolls there to see if there are any updates about the new game he's been playing, and he so happens to stumble upon the post.

"How would you define your ideal guy?"

- "Well he's generally shy and a bit out there at the same time, but I love his passion for the things he enjoys and find it quite cute too."

The only question is, when does it click on him? Well, let's just say it's not only him who saw the post and he was definitely getting teased for it that night.

- Belphegor: "It's all to obvious, I can't believe you didn't notice."

- Asmodeus: "Oh (Y/N), I never knew you were that bold to say that, how very passionate of you!"

Cue two goofballs who are too much of a shy blushing mess to even say something. He's not that stupid to not get that. I'm sorry, but he's for sure going to hide from you for a bit after this, there's just too much to take in!

[♡︎] — WILL BE SPLIT INTO THREE PARTS BECAUSE I'M LAZY <3

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[thelemoncoffee]

today's post is me rambling negatively- and probably upsetting some people in the process too, but i wanna get this out there before my brain inverts thinking about it.

honestly i don't like how the game treated Kaito's pushing Shuichi to keep being a detective as a good thing.

like- in the games Kaito keeps pushing Shuichi to be the ultimate detective, while Shuichi actively doesn't want to be a detective. i genuinely dislike this aspect of Kaito, he has alot of potential and individual traits that i love- but the game squanders it so much his canon depiction annoys me

with the Shuichi situation, detective work was obviously something Shuichi wasn't actually passionate about- as we learn he only started doing it to feel useful to his uncle- and he's proven time and time again that he isn't the kind of person who can handle the emotional strain the line of work puts on a person. but no matter what they kept making Kaito push him to be a detective anyways and framed it as a good thing despite everything pointing to the contrary .

Ryoma already fills the niche of "character who gave up on their passion due to trauma and needs to be encouraged to get back into what they love again"- we do not need to shoehorn Shuichi into it, especially when literally everything about him makes it noticeably unhealthy for him. i wouldn't have an issue with it if the game treated it like the negative it is, but it doesn't, the game thinks Kaito's pushing shuichi is actually a good thing and positive character growth. and that's my main issue with Kaito, really-

Kaito is a great character concept but the more i think about it the more the way he was used was so fucking shitty. i greatly dislike how they had the potential to show him as a super flawed wannabe hero doing the dumbest unhealthy shit cause he has a heart of gold, but they instead tried to play him as a tragic hero

he should have been called out for his shit more. he should have had a character arc where he learned how superficial his aid tactics actual are, and works up to do really heroic things. which- if you left ch5 as is- would make it a really cool instance of relapse into old bad habits under pressure, he would foil Kokichi 100x better like this too. while Kokichi descends into a paranoid mess, Kaito becomes a genuinely better hero- and Kokichi causes Kaito to relapse while he himself shows his true and more caring nature to Kaito in his final moments

but they didn't fucking do that.

Kaito was the tragic hero who was always right even when he was objectively wrong (read: Shuichi situation), a total hypocrite with zero repercussions for his hypocrisy (read: hates Kokichi lying despite lying more than Kokichi), and every character loved him no matter how shitty he was being.

i know he was intended to be a foil to Kokichi, but when Kokichi's relationships with other characters are more nuanced compared to his, it falls flat. Kokichi had people who liked and hated him to varying degrees, everyone had a solid opinion on him- but Kaito? i don't recall anyone outside of Kokichi, Maki, and Shuichi having any strong opinions on him (unless you count Tenko, but i don't cause her hatred was cause he's a man and not because of him as a person), which makes him feel way more flat compared to the variety of people's opinions on Kokichi and makes their foil connection way weaker

i just think Kaito could have been handled alot better- and i often tend to brush lightly on his problems in my posts that use him as a minor antagonist for saiouma

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kai time #ramble rant #Kaito deserved better writing #this post doesn't even touch on his issues in the Japanese version #but i don't know enough Japanese to touch that with a ten foot pole- so i won't try

[pricescigar]

My opinions on Call of Duty Modern Warfare III

Call of Duty MWIII Spoilers down below. Don't look if you haven't played the game!

Disclaimer: This is my own opinion everyone has a right to their own opinion. Please don't fight in the comments. :)

With that being said here it goes.

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Campaign over all, I give it a 8.5 out of 10

The campaign over all for me, it was amazing. Yes it was supposed to be a DLC, yes it was supposed to be this or that, yes we was supposed to have a two year time frame for the game. I get it.

The missions could be a little longer, and they've could've added a mission dedicated to only using snipers. Like in MWII with Gaz & Price

Those are the only two issues I have !

The movement and guns were good, I had a lot of fun, the odd occasional banter between the characters was what I liked too.

Yes the game was rather short and quick, either way I had a lot of fun even if it didn't take me long to complete it.

I was so happy to see Nikolai again, Laswell, Farah and Alex. My bbys ❤️

And part of me also thinks Yuri will replace Soap? But that's me just jumping to conclusions, but I know Yuri will play a bigger role soon!

We just have to be patient.

-

The Combat Missions:

I actually really liked them, it was different. Sure it was like Warzone / DMZ and I could've easily played them, but it gave you the option to go in stealthy or go in hells blazing. It gave you either those options.

But I also why people dislike the open combat, it isn't for everyone's taste.

You had the opportunity to be each and every person in the Task Force, hell, even be Farah as well.

Overall I liked what they did with it.

I just play the missions and go along with it lol

-

Vladimir Makarov

Julian did such an amazing job portraying Makarov, he knew what he was doing when he was first revealed I was so excited to see him. He took the role and he ate it up, easily one of the best villains in Call of Duty.

His screen time was very limited, very limited, which I was a little disappointed by. But even when he wasn't on screen, he caused a lot of damage.

But what he did in MW3 was just the tip of the iceberg and I know whatever it'll happen next. There will be bigger plans for his character. And what other plans he'll have in store.

Which I can't wait to see.

-

Now... Soap's death

I know a lot of people are mad, I hear you, I your feelings are valid. But I suspected something was going to happen to him, back in the mission Makarov said

"I'll be seeing you again MacTavish... I promise."

I may be overlooking at some of the dialogue but I felt like he was the target .

(Refrencing what happened in OG MW3, we knew something would happen.)

Soap Sacrificed himself to save Price from Makaorv, and to save Europe by trying to detonate that Bomb, Price and Gaz finished finished off for him.

Price was in shock because he was almost executed, and also because Soap got shot by him, then shot in the head infront of him.

Ghost's voice and emotion when he said "Johnny." Broke me, I feel like all of them were in a state of shock on what had just happened. Their brain hasn't fully registered or fully processed what happened.

The sad reality of being in the army is that you don't know wether you will die, or your teammate will die. You're juggling your life, and juggling to save innocent lives.

Them releasing his ashes was heartwarming and bitter sweet, may seem corny to others... But Task Force was his only family.

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Post end credit - Shepherd & Price

PRICE IN HIS INSANE ERA??? HE WAS SO PISSED. AND RIGHLY SO.

He didn't want to leave any loose ends, and I also feel like Price will also go after Graves next and his shadow company. They're the only thing left standing. But who knows what will happen.

(They did work together to stop Konni, but after all Graves did try to kill TF141, so there's still a grudge)

We all knew Shepherd had to die at some point, it was just a matter of time, when and who would do it. And Price did it.

But the thing makes me think is like ... Laswell allowed Price to wait for Shephed? Did she know what he was going to do? So many questions too.

So many questions left unanswered and I can't wait it'll they're eventually answered

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🖤

#call of duty mw 3 #cod mw 3 #call of duty #cod #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 3 #cod mwiii spoilers #daily life of brooke

[skaruresonic]

Was looking through your posts about the metal sonic shenanigans, and this part really caught my interest

"Metal doesn't really say anything to imply existential despair in Metal Madness. He more or less just brags about how he's going to take over the world"

The guy who complained about how "mean and condescending" the heroes are being sure ignored this part. They genuinely made something up and then acted like it's true.

Playing the games actually isn't enough. These people can look directly at the source material and still interpret it as something completely wrong. Sonic "fans" are simply hopeless

I didn't touch on this in my reply, but the supreme irony of "Sonic's picking on Metal, he's so impossibly smug and condescending" and "nobody listened to Metal" when Metal was actively trying to kill them is too much.

Let that sink in. Metal tries to conquer the world and murder the heroes, is a misunderstood bby boy. Sonic says something snarky to him and runs off, that's unacceptably mean.

I just.

Metal threatened to roast these characters on a spit and blasted fire in their faces. What are you talking about, "nobody listened to him"? How much would you feel like playing armchair therapist for someone who just pointed a flamethrower at you five minutes ago? Why is this deserving of "aw, poor baby"? What about Metal's actions or words suggest he's crying out for help? One throwaway line about how he's no longer afraid? Does that honestly negate the fact that he's trying to conquer the world and rule as its robot overlord? Where in the games does it suggest Metal went crawling back to Eggman to ask him to remove his voice? Because even if you go by IDW's account and nothing else, Eggman still managed to remove the "rebelliousness" from his coding. The page on which Neo Metal says this furthermore implies the process was nonconsensual; it shows an unconscious Metal hooked up to a bunch of wires, and Neo later checking a computer only to see a screen that reads "NO DATA." And barring the fact that, during the Metal Overlord fight, Metal essentially said all that was in the past... Does Sonic have to asspat every villain who comes for his blood? Really? I also really love (read: hate) how they said Sonic's answer to Metal's question of "But why can't I defeat you?" was a non-answer. Say what you will about how weird "Because we're Sonic Heroes!" is, it at least makes sense given the game's overall themes of teamwork. Heroes practically hits you over the head with it. You can't say Sonic didn't give him an answer when the answer is staring you right in the face.

The thing is, I was open to being proven wrong when I opened up YouTube and watched the Metal Madness fight. I don't remember exactly what Metal said off the top of my head. I haven't played Heroes in a long while. There are a lot of games where my memory needs a refresher. That's why I decided to double-check, because memory can often be unreliable.

So then, actually watching the video, I paid attention to his dialogue, and... Well. The evidence doesn't seem to support OP's claims. I didn't hear any instances of Metal screaming about how his constant battles with Sonic and co. were driving him insane. What I did hear, however, was a good dose of egotism justified by the slightest veneer of an identity crisis. That's not to say the identity crisis wasn't a factor, just not the most important factor. Hence I think it's reasonable to assume it's erroneous to paint it as the only thing motivating Metal in Heroes.

More broadly, I feel like the type of post that really gets big on this site is the one that appears galaxy-brained and appeals to our emotions, but hosts a conspicuous lack of sources and examples. Feels over reals, so to speak. They use loaded language, make declarative statements about the characters, and usually don't bother with nuance.

And. Like. If you scratch even just a little bit beneath the surface, you'd find the series holds more nuance than it's commonly given credit for. So to boil things down as people often do is needlessly reductive. It doesn't always paint a whole portrait. There was a recent post that rubbed me the wrong way as well because it was worded in this style, claiming that Shadow's character could be pinned down to his loyalty in his relationships to others. I found that analysis lacking because it neglected the fact that self-determination is an equally important part of his character, and portraying loyalty as his most critical trait risks defining him through his relationships with others. Stuff like this by its very multifaceted nature necessitates the use of asterisks. And in addition to games canon, Sonic Tumblr tends to be allergic to qualifiers that may risk diluting an otherwise "powerful" message.

This type of post isn't confined just to Sonic fandom. It happens in Half-Life too. I'm just more inclined to give it a pass for a couple of reasons. One of those being that HL's lore is more full of gaps than Sonic's, so in some instances your fanon is as good a guess as the next fan's.

But with Sonic, it's immensely frustrating because we're often looking at the simplest possible context, and yet folks continue to ignore it. People are so desperate to make the series seem Deep and Mature that they'll make shit up that just isn't there.

The only way I can explain it atm is by comparing it to the "blood orange, she's so pretentious, shut up it's fucking red" meme. It's not blood orange, it's red. The game said it was red. You're just saying blood orange because you think reframing something red as actually blood orange will make you sound more sophisticated, when in reality it makes you come off as ignorant at best and tryhard at worst.

I keep circling back to this example because it's always salient in my mind as the quintessential "you are pulling shit out of the deepest reaches of your rectum" take: Shadow was tortured on the ARK. Nothing in the games, Shadow's characterization, or the material SoJ recently published suggest he was ever experimented on by the researchers at any point. He holds no rage towards the researchers and harbors nothing but loyalty towards the ARK and its memory. Hell, in one ShTH ending he calls it "sacred." (And I'm sure some edgelord will be like "that's just evidence of Stockholm Syndrome." okay sure Jan) The claim becomes even more tenuous when you apply even a modicum of logic to it, from any angle. Yes, let's jeopardize Maria's one and only chance at a cure with unethical experiments. Let's waste resources and risk Gerald's wrath by treating his son like a guinea pig.

Literally all people base this on is this archetype of the Evil Research Facility, as though the ARK and Aperture Science are somehow interchangeable. They don't actually seem to consider the ARK's specific situation and instead superimpose this platonic idea of Evil Research Facility on it in order to "flesh" it out. Never mind the canonically shady shit the ARK got up to by developing weapons of mass destruction, something Shadow says out loud with his own mouth in SA2. No, games canon is not enough to work with. Shadow needs to suffer in new and innovative ways. Ow the edge.

Feels before reals, man. (takes stiff drag on imaginary cigarette)

#asks

[katthyacinth]

✨Trust Exercises!✨

Hi! This is a fic that I had on Ao3 its just a small scenario where you yes u reader pitch Charlie a great idea for a hotel bonding activity. no romance or anything just a fun scene.

“And you never make me do anything with this lousy picture box again, this face was made for radio darling” You hear Alastor say to Vaggie as you catch the ending of their conversation that you were totally not paying attention to, although what he said made you have a thought. “Wait I just realized that means have you never played a video game Alastor?” you vocalize immediately as the thought leaves your mind. He and Vaggie turn to you lying on the couch on your phone, realizing they forgot you were there. “No darling that sounds like an awful experience since games should be fun and nothing concerning this piece of junk ever is,” he says whacking the side of the old TV. You make a face and sigh “Too bad I feel like you would love some of them, I'm trying to determine whether you'd be more of an fps guy or an RPG guy but I think an fps would be too complex for you to start on…” you pause rambling to yourself. Maybe something 8-bit because those are more old school, well to my time, like oh-” you shoot up from your seat your eyes almost sparkling as a great idea pops in your brain. Vaggie makes a concerned face as you stand up and dart out of the room. “I'M GONNA GET CHARLIE OMG THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT!”

You run through the hotel and find hells Princess doing… well actually you don't really know what she does on her off time but she answers her door to you panting and rambling kinda like how she does from time to time “wait wait slow down, omg is this how I sound? Wow Im sooo sorry but start again” she says chuckling slightly. You start over “ok so I was thinking an activity everyone could do is play video games, I loved them when I was alive and I thought about it because I realized they didn't exist when a lot of our group was alive and I think thats sad and their missing out.” you quickly blurt and take a breath to then continue your ramble. “I thought it might also be good for rehabilitation because we have games where there's horror and shooters and gore so people can indulge without like actually hurting people you know! Like I could go and get beginner-level games for everyone for their interests I think it would be great!” you finally finish taking a breath. You beam at Charlie expectantly as she processes your information and you slowly see her eye sparkle too. “That… sounds… like.. A GREAT IDEA WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR LETS GO!”

A few hours go by of you finding out how video games work in hell because as you forgot it's not one-to-one with Earth but after hours of aggressive keyboard typing noises you call everyone over. You stand in front of everyone in the lobby with Charlie as she explains what you explained to her as you antsy twiddle your thumbs as she ends with any questions. To which Alastor responds “I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with your silly technology and TVs” he hisses “Well technically you're not going to be needing a TV and I think you’ll like the game so please everyone try for at least one hour and you can stop but I think you'll be hooked!” you state confidently “well then letssss do it! I'm exssssited!” Pentious states making you squeal. You walk over to him and hand him a phone, you had made sure to make the games easy for some of the less tech-savvy guests. “It's called Oppositions and Overlords, you tap the screen with your finger and you make your own battalion and fight other armies, you make whatever battle tactics you like!” you take a second to tap around and show him how to do it, it takes him a second and then you move to nifty. “Nifty it's called Community of Lambs and-” As you explain you realize she isn't picking up anything so you simplify “This button moves, this button stabs” She lights up snatching the controller from you as you sigh.

You proceed to show Charlie and Vaggie a game called pentagram valley that they play together and Husk a spooky card game called Engraving and Angel a dating sim called “Submit to me” which you open for him and he immediately whistles and shouts “Oh hello babes'' to which you giggle and suck in a breath to head over to Alastor at last, now this one was tricky. You needed something easy so that he wouldn't get frustrated. “Ok Alastor are you actually going to participate?” you ask meekly holding your laptop in your hands. He gives a small sigh and chuckles “Well my dear if you put all this effort in I suppose I will give it a shot then but I will not promise that your little screen will remain intact later.” you sigh, “ok then so it's called the underground fable. I loved the version of it while I was alive. It was actually revolutionary for games. There's multiple stories you can choose from. You're going to drag this to move and press here to do all the actions two buttons ok. There are two options which is save everyone or kill everyone and it's very sick and twisted when you kill everyone so I think you’ll like it ok and yeah I checked its very similar if not even creepier than what I played umm, yeah I cried anyway, have fun or not I one hour ok!” you ramble to him explaining. You really wanted to try your best to make him like this activity. Looking at his expression you couldn't really tell, well it was always hard because he never stops smiling. You stop trying to dissect his thoughts and slowly back away.

An hour passes and an alarm rings in your headphones. You begin to speak but then stop yourself as you look around and see that everyone is very much enjoying their games. Nifty is kicking her feet while lying on the floor yelling “Stab stab! Blood blood!” Pentious is mumbling something about glory and noble sacrifices or something saluting to himself in the corner. You're actually impressed when you see Vaggie and Charlie have made quite a pretty house and are raising a pact of hell goats on an impressively large farm. You then look at Alastor, inspecting him still not sure what he's thinking. You think you should probably tell him time is up or you think he might cut off your head for letting him be near modern tech for 10 seconds longer than he needed to. However, to your surprise and delight? When you walk up behind him you hear him chuckling slightly. “Alastor? Times up by the way you don't need to play anymore.” he turns to you slightly “Oh well then my dear I guess you're right look at the time a whole hour haha! How time flies!” he chuckles. “Although I would not like to admit you may have been right, seeing these little creatures explode into bits of dust is quite entertaining, and they yell at me too and plead as if they have any power over me it's quite hilarity” he chuckles darkly sending a chill down your spine. “Well, I never thought I'd see the day when The radio demon himself called modern technology entertaining! I think I have just won at life, well afterlife” you muse to yourself proudly “Haha yes dear I guess it seems so however, I think you should keep that one to yourself okay? A secret, my dear this information must not leave the hotel.” static fills the air as his eyes turn to dials, you know you should be intimidated but you chuckle.

“Ok, Alastor you got it it would be a scandal if you were caught cheating on the radio with video games oh the horror! GASP! The world would simply end” you chuckle sarcasm oozing from you. “Ha Ha funny my dear, now if you would be so kind I am keeping this device of yours to continue to slaughter these fish people” he muses chuckling darkly. A little sadistic you think but hey, you won they were all still playing. What did Charlie call it? A happy day in hell.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #gn reader

[evelhak]

Ossu! Eve-san!! can I request an art of your fav KnB characters lounging around in living room :D With Kagami and Aomine argue as they play card games, Midorima trying his best to meditate with his face so annoyed with AoKaga, and Kuroko trying his best to focus on reading a book, but Kise pestering him nonstop. Murasakibara lazily listening to Akashi explaining Shogi strategy (mura munching on snacks as always) and if it's okay, can we add haizaki as well, joining AoKaga playing card games and he also fights with them?

If it's too much, I totally understand! :D

I finally did it. Damn, this took me many hours, but it was so worth it. It was challenging for me with the number of characters, and I love challenges. Thank you so much for requesting it!

I couldn't imagine Haizaki in this scene naturally, so I added Momoi, Takao and grown up Nigou instead! This is the gang in my heart. 💙

I didn't imagine them in any particular living room, because I didn't want to be restricted with so much already going on, but when the picture was ready, I realized I had drawn a scene from my next planned fic, where they celebrate graduation by taking a trip together and stay in a house that turns out to be haunted. This would probably be their first night there, when nothing weird has happened yet. It's based on the novel Haunting of Hill House, and it was supposed to be an Aomine centric fic, but while looking at this picture I started feeling like it might benefit from switching POVs between everyone.

The wallpaper was the last detail I drew, and it was right after that when I heard a conversation between Aomine and Kagami in my head, Kagami saying he felt like the walls were full of eyes that were staring at them, and Aomine being like "Nah, they're boobs." That's how I realized they were in the haunted house, haha.

For someone who reads my fics, this picture is going to be so much fun to analyse, by the way. You have to zoom in a lot though. (Someone coming to me with a list of all the Easter eggs and riddles I put there, with their analysis about them, would be a day to remember. I'll just say most of them have multiple meanings or things they refer to. And some of them actually refer to the future.)

I love that I drew this, even though there's a lot I would still want to do better. I spent so much time getting the proportions right, only to realize too late that they still weren't quite right. But I like the interaction in there, and I think Murasakibara is my favourite part, since I had never drawn him before, but he turned out quite well, I think.

The process of drawing this was so much fun. It was so stimulating for my brain! Always up for complex requests. ✨

art requests

#knb #art requests #fan art #TOTverse

[fand0mslut]

the quarter quell | i.: the reaping | atla x hunger games

prologue

a/n: chapterrrr 1 babey !! i have characters (mostly) planned & (some) plots planned, so as i start to flesh those out more chapters should be more consistent. also !! have started a taglist for this series so if u want to be added lmk ! hope u like it hehe

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MY LEGS WERE NUMB as i made my way up the staircase, into my new home. the victor's village didn't feel like home; it was too empty, too still, too silent. it would never be my home, not truly. not in the way that mattered.

regardless, it was where i resided now, so, with a deflated sigh, i yanked open the grandiose doors, stepping inside.

"honey!" my mother was immediately at the door, which was unusual for her. the energy was tense; something was wrong. her smile was unnatural, almost anxious. "how was your walk?"

"my walk?" i queried, shaking my head. i hadn't been on a walk, she knew that. i had been out, hunting, with jet. "i was--"

"we have visitors," she interrupted quickly. as if on cue, two officers in capitol attire stepped out from the kitchen.

"this way, please," one spoke. i glanced at my mother, then back at the guards, who stared at me expectantly. i nodded wordlessly, making my way towards them. they led me down the hall, and i was struck by the strangeness of it all, at being led through my own home. they came to a halt just outside of the study, pulling the door open.

i glanced over my shoulder, where my mother watched with wide eyes, before turning and slowly entering the room. the door shut behind me, and then it was just the two of us, alone.

president ozai spoke first, breaking the tense silence.

"such bravery. such spirit. such... contempt." on the screen in front of him, the footage of me and sokka in the arena just a few weeks prior looped. the berries in our hands, defiance in our eyes. us spitting them out with urgency as the game makers declared us the first dual-victors of the hunger games.

"president ozai," i started, instinctively straightening myself out. i had seen ozai, even been in the same room as him during my time in the capitol before the games. never had i spoken, directly, to him. my voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as i continued. "what an honor."

ozai stood as i crossed the room, standing just in front of him as he spoke.

"my dear, i think things will go much smoother if we agree not to lie to one another. what do you think?" he drawled. condescending, frightening, all powerful. i nodded.

"yes, i think that would save time." he motioned at the seat before him, and i obliged.

"i have a problem, y/n. a problem that began the moment you revealed those poison berries in the arena. if my head game maker had any brains at all, he would have blown you to bits then and there," he paused, as if allowing me to process his words. i remained motionless, hoping my face didn't convey the fear i felt. "yet, here you are. i expect you can guess where my head game maker is now."

"yes," i started, forcing myself to maintain eye contact. "i think so."

he nodded, folding his hands in his lap. "after that fiasco, there was nothing left to do besides let you play out your little... scenario. and you were very good. that whole, love-crazed school girl routine. impressive. really. you convinced the citizens in the capitol. unfortunately, not everyone in the districts fell for it. of course, you have no way of knowing this, but in several of them, people viewed your little trick with the berries as an act of defiance. not as an act of love."

he paused, looking me over once again.

"if a girl from district twelve can defy the capitol and walk away unharmed, well, what is to prevent them from doing the same? what is to prevent, say, an uprising? the leads to revolution, and then, within a fraction of time, the whole system collapses."

"it must be a fragile system if it can be taken down by a few berries," i blurted before i could process what i was saying. "and it was an act of love. not defiance."

"fragile, indeed. but not in the way you imagine it."

"how should i imagine it?"

"you should imagine thousands, upon thousands, of your people dead. this town of your reduced to ashes, imagine it gone. buried under dirt, as if it never existed, just like district thirteen."

he paused. "you fought very hard in the games, y/n. but those were just games. would you like to be in a real war?"

"no," i replied swiftly, shaking my head.

"good. neither would i."

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“MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR.”

any other day i would laugh at the irony. nothing was funny today, though. not the look in my mother’s eyes, not the reassuring glance i shared with bato as he and sokka stood, motionless as statues on the other side of the stage.

i needed him to keep his promise. sokka couldn’t go back in, not with katara, not when his father was still so numb from the loss of his mother that he couldn’t care for the siblings. he had to be here, to feed her, to comfort her, to protect her.

i loved bato, but the man had no one relying on him, no loose ends.

between us stood sana, the capitol escort for district twelve. she was a staggering woman, with pale skin and starkly contrasting, pin straight black locks that fell just above her surgically altered waist. her irises were lined with a ring of blinding diamonds, making her look almost robotic. unhuman.

i had grown to almost like the woman. almost. she was still capitol, but she had a certain warmth to her that the others didn’t. and she had been so proud when me and sokka walked out of the arena less than a year before, the first dual-victors in history.

i should have known better. this was our punishment, mine and sokka’s. i wasn’t stupid— i knew that the both of us wouldn’t make it out a second time.

sana’s heels clicked as she sauntered across the stage, towards me.

“as always,” she started, voice faltering just the tiniest bit. my eyes fell on the massive glass bowl, with a single slip of paper at the bottom. funny, any other day. not today. “ladies first.”

the next ten seconds felt like an eternity. her hand slipped into the bowl. i squeezed my eyes shut as she pulled the slip out, not hearing her as she called out my name. nonetheless, my numb legs carried me to the center of the stage, the very spot i had stood in a year prior. i had become nothing more than a lamb, willingly leading itself to the slaughter.

sana glided across the stage, stopping in front of the boys. she reached into the bowl once more, gently pulling one of the folded slips. my body tensed involuntarily as she announced the male tribute. bato.

staywhereyouarestaywhereyouarestaywhereyouare—

“i volunteer as tribute,”

"i can't let you do that," bato said quickly, so quiet that only those of us on stage could hear him.

"i just did."

my eyes squeezed shut. nothing was happening how it was supposed to. why couldn’t he just shut up, accept his good luck and move on with it? when i reopened my eyes, bato was looking at me, his expression unreadable.

and then the peacekeepers were on me, pulling roughly.

“get ‘em on the train, it’s time to go,” one called.

i shook my head, frantic as i instinctively searched for my mother in the sea of faces. “no, wait, we get to say goodbye! let me say goodbye!”

“plans changed,” he growled, restraining my arms behind my back as he forced me through the doors that towered behind the stage, away from the crowd, and away from my home.

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taglist: @why4anne

#atla fic #atla zuko #atla sokka #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #sokka fic #zuko fic #katara #the gaang

[justanagenderperson]

Art The Clown Platonic HCs GN Reader (sorry it's so short :( )

TWs:Yandere, Art being Art, infantizing, coddling, fucked up behavior (I'm extremely sorry for this if you're following me and see THIS shit as my first Art The Clown post)

Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me this man wouldn't be at the very least borderline yandere for you

And that's if he's at least a tad bit sane (which he really really REALLY isn't but we still love him anyway 🙃)

I mean mans is out here killing and torturing victims in the most brutal ways (that one scene in Terrifier 2 shiver me timbers 🥶)

So when it comes to you I can't help but think his messed up ways would carry on over to being a caregiver or parental figure

And you know he'd probably take on the role of taking care of you just for some sick amusement

And by sick amusement I mean cooking you dead rats for breakfast, getting you pet spiders (all of which you release back into the wild because they're poisonous and untamed), and teaching you how to juggle

As you can tell one is not exactly like the others

Eventually, he'll introduce you to pale girl and she'll take on the role of your older sister

Think of this like one big game of house

Lets you have your own home and space sure but there's a room specifically dedicated to infantizing you because you're just too precious

I mean you literally have this giant ass crib to lay in whenever he decides to drop on by and play house alongside the pale girl

And trust me when I say you WILL play house lest you be on the recieving end of the punishments

One such punishment includes you taking a big bite from a rotten heart filled to the brim with maggots provided with courtesy by pale girl

Don't worry about actually getting hurt though he could never 💗

Same goes for his very funny companion

The three of you will draw together (ignore that they're literally sticking their fingers into a guy's brain to get the color red to add to their crude childish drawing), play games together, and overall just have a ball (what do you mean you want them to leave you alone?)

You once witnessed them setting up jack-o-lanterns made from decapitated heads

You shut that down real quick and concinced them to throw it out with the threat of not being friends anymore

It's really the only leverage you have in this child-parent relationship

Now onto labels

I think Art would like to be called any variation of Mom just because he fits the role also it's absolutely hilarious to him and who are you to deny him his daily dose of laughs?

Speaking of laughs you might wanna move that roadkill from out of your actual bed before it starts to rot...(you duly note how it's dressed in a baby's onesie alongside a binky placed- no- shoved into its gaping mouth)

But also I think he'd like to be called any variation of Dad just as much, reading the newspaper absolutely losing it over how funny the woman who got decapitated due to a work accident is

He expect something respectively on Father's Day and Mother's Day

Pale girl even creates a holiday called Big Sister's Day

So be sure to get them something

Even if it's shittly made they'll both cherish it forever (with Art being dramatic acting all flattered that you made something for little ole him)

Did you have parents before? Well not anymore and Art made sure you watched the whole process as he tortured the ones that took you away from him (you really didn't ask for him to be introduced into your life)

I bet you this mf would get you this dirty ass pacifier and fully expect you to suck on it (you're able to throughly clean it after a LOT of convincing since Mama/Papa Art knows best naturally)

Will play patty cake with you (once again ignore his blood stained hands)

Probably walks around naked when his costume is being cleaned (Pale girl doesn't mind so why do YOU his precious little bby mind?)

Will begrudgingly wear a towel around his waist after- again- a lot of convincing on your part

At the end of the day will tuck you into bed and may even destroy your actual bed so you're forced to sleep inside the adult sized crib

Wants to and deserves to be praised for all his creative kills

Might even get a phone to take pictures just to show you his work (you hesitantly compliment him remembering what happened last time you showed disgust)

Last time he locked you in your room for 24 hours and only after begging to be let out (and some begging on pale girl's part) you were let out)

Absolutely loves when his precious bby praises him, he feels like an accomplished parent

Stinky stinky little man you have to lightly coerce him to shower of which he will do (you even once convinced pale girl to take a bath when you realized she was covered in mysterious substances by calling her big sister)

Most likely does not get memes AT ALL

Heaven forbid if you somehow get a romantic partner

They won't last the week with your big sister and Mama/Papa around

Also expect to have to clean up their messes a whole bunch

They aren't very responsible now are they?

Once again I am very sorry and I am very much going to hell for this 🥲

Btw I will be writing a part 2 of how the three kf you met most likely but bare with me it may take a while since my interests are always jumping. Anyway Art is what people and I consider bbg.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier art the clown #terrifier & reader #pale girl #yandere #i love clowns

[b1ueoff1ine]

Captured - Part 3

Otto Octavius x Reader

Dark!Villain!Otto x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You get captured by the evil Doctor Octavius- but he captures your heart as well.

Warnings: Age Gap. Mutual pining. Enemies to Lovers. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: I love how the first two came out! here, have a third. Halfway through there is no plot lol my brain went blank.

WC: 1k

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He chuckled. "You heard me."

"I- I dont understand."

"You better understand soon. Or I'll have to play this game again. I personally don't think I like this game, being away from you for so long."

"You're saying you love me? But-"

He cut you off. "Just don't hate me for this. Well, dont hate me anymore than you already do. I'm a villain, you're a hero, after all." Doctor Octavius replied.

"They're scared of you-" You said, looking at the frightened people below in the city streets.

"But your not scared, are you?" He asked.

"... No, I'm not."

His actuators brought you in close to him, close enough for him to kiss your cheek. You were too surprised to even blush.

Then all of the sudden you were in his facility again, sitting in a cell.

Then you blushed. Your face scrunched up as you remembered what he had said just minutes before.

"What, I can't be a villain and love a hero?" Doctor Octavius had told you.

You opened your eyes as a knock sounded on the door of the cell.

Doctor Octavius was standing in the doorway, his actuators posed behind him.

To see him in the door, menacing as he was, you couldn't help but want him more.

"Did you need something?" You asked him.

"Earlier, you said you weren't afraid of me. What did you mean by that?"

You nodded. "I did say that, didnt I? And it's true. I'm not afraid of you like the others. In fact, I was relieved to finally find you."

"What? You were relieved? Why?" Doctor Octavius questioned.

"Because I couldnt forget it. The kiss. I've been searching for you ever since you left me there on that ship."

Doctor Octavius had a blank expression on his face. "You mean... you like me? But I'm your enemy. You shouldn't like your enemy."

"So you can and I cant?" You inquired, thinking of how unfair it seemed.

"That's not what I meant- nevermind. Fine, it's just wierd to like your enemy." Doctor Octavius sighed. "Sorry, I didn't expect this outcome to this problem."

You stood, and, using your speed, arrived next to him. "I don't care what you expected or not. I like you. Is it that hard to understand?"

"What- I-" He was speechless.

Your love for him had bloomed since you saw him last, from when he had let you go.

His eyes were closed, as if he was processing the information.

You took the opportunity to kiss him, and he seemed even more confused at this.

He kissed you back, and then all of the sudden you were pinned against the wall on the inside of the cell.

"Doctor-" You were cut off by a deep, passionate kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, gripping you tightly.

So tight it hurt. It was what you wanted, what you desired from him. You had missed the pain.

You broke the kiss to breathe. When you had regained your breath, you spoke.

"I- I cant love you, Doctor Octavius. I just..."

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "What do you mean you cant? You can love whoever you want."

"Unless..."

"Unless what?" He was kissing your neck.

You moved away from him for a few moments. When you turned back to him, a tear fell from your eye. "Unless you or I are willing to give up everything."

"I'm willing to live in a cell so long as I'm able to see you."

You pondered on if it could work. But you shook your head as you came to one conclusion: "If I am to continue to love you, we must stay apart as long as possible."

"But-"

You cut him off. "No buts. I hate it just as much as you do. Either that, or you cant be a villain anymore."

"But-" You cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.

"What did I just say? Just take your pick."

"I- I..." He trailed off, his words telling you everything.

He wouldn't give up being a villain. Nor would he give up you. So the only answer was to secretly meet every now and then. You hated it, but it was the only answer.

"Then let me go and I will see you when I can."

"What do you mean?"

"You wont give up villainy, nor me. It-It's the only answer."

He sighed. "Fine. But I dont like it."

You frowned. "I dont like it either." You sat on the one seat in the cell to ponder.

Doctor Octavius came and stood next to you, an intent gaze falling upon your features.

"Doctor Octavius- let me go for now. I promise I will be back, just let me go."

"But I don't want you to leave..." he practically whined.

"I dont want to leave either... But I must." You stood, and Doctor Octavius grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"If you must."

You turned to him, a longing in your eyes.

He pulled you into a big hug, then let you go. You rented a motorcycle from a local dealer, and you sped through the streets of New York.

You arrived at the Avengers tower and parked the bike. Climbing off, you turned and were met with Thor's confused face.

"Holy- you scared me."

"I scared you? You gave me a heart attack when you said 'not again' and were ripped through the side of the ship."

"Relax, okay. I said that because that's what happened last time."

Thor looked confused.

"When I was captured for days? And yall didn't see me over the course of those days? Then I came back and went through a phase of depression? Any of this familiar to you?"

Thors features quickly changed, his confused look disappearing and his brows lifting innocently. "I knew that. Are you sure you are not going to be depressed after this?"

"I cant promise anything, okay? I went through some rough shit when I was captured."

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[legendfinder]

compare daniel mullins games to a christmas carol

This question was sent on October 10th, 2023. I meant to answer it during, yknow, Christmas. Well, you can guess what happened. But no matter! Here we are, exactly 1 month later. Pretend today is Christmas, ok?

One of the reasons why I think I put off answering this for so long is because I felt like I had to somehow match the quality of my earlier answer about Jacob Geller's archival video. Needless to say, I'm not going to do that. I'm too tired for that. I'll keep this short.

Of course, inevitable spoilers for Pony Island & The Hex & Inscryption.

The order I experienced Daniel Mullins' games was Pony Island, then Inscryption, then The Hex, and the feeling of having all those different things melge around in my brain for a while... It made me realize, after the fact, that it felt almost like a self-reflection of sorts. A strange bittersweet intervention, if you may. I felt like I was visited by the ghosts of *my* past, present, and future.

Pony Island was a game I watched Markiplier play years ago. I was still in middle school at the time, and... It left quite an impact on me. Perhaps younger me didn't quite realize how that game specifically left a mark on him, but that game had all the hallmarks of what I'd later internalize into my own personality. I love things that aren't as they seem on the surface; I love when it's possible to break something beyond what it's intended, to give yourself more agency than you should. I love content shifts, both in aesthetic and gameplay. The programming puzzles were just a cherry on top, as I had a big passion especially for block-based programming languages like Scratch. It was a perfect game for me, and probably shaped a good chunk of my ideas going forward. That game is the ghost of my past.

Then came Inscryption, which I only beat a few months ago. It was... Strange, seeing the KamWerks videos, after having created a similar experience myself for the Moon ARG not too long ago. Just like Pony Island, the familiar hallmarks returned; a game going deeper than it advertises, a game that seems to "break", a game that shifts its tone and form several times over. Except this time, it didn't necessarily seem to shape me as much as Pony Island; I played the game specifically because these hallmarks would be there. This type of game *is* what I already was, and I loved it for that. And, er, the robot was also the cherry on top. Just saying. The game is a ghost of my present self.

Before I talk about the Hex, there's something about Inscryption I noticed only because it reminded me of my own creative process. See, the game to me felt like Daniel Mullins wanted to make a card game, went "hm. how many ways can I make a card game?" and just accepted every answer. It was as if he had some sort of bucket labeled CARD GAME IDEAS that he just dropped any sort of shit into, and managed to make a coherent game out of that. That is... Exactly what I do, too. I create categories of buckets and let them gradually fill up over time, stringing them into coherent objects at a later point once it feels fully formed, although by that point it'll also have gathered a whole heck of a lot of extra bits. It isn't necessarily a good or bad thing, but... Y'know. It felt surreal.

Lastly... The Hex. The Hex is a game that wasn't fully on my radar, and I only decided to play it because of its ties to Inscryption (that's important, keep that in mind). Remember those Mullinsisms I mentioned before? Deep games, breaking things, content shifts? This game is that, in full fucking force. This wasn't just one bucket, no no no; This feels like an entire fucking brewery of different ideas. How many things can I make for an RPG? A tactics game? A fighting game? A fucking top-down shooter?? It's absurd how rapidfire this game is. I feel like every single emotion a human can experience is in there somewhere. I'm probably in there somewhere. Well, I am, in a sense.

The one thing that led me to create this connection between Daniel Mullins and a christmas carol (yes, I asked callie to ask me this question, fuck you) was... The ending of The Hex. The very, very, self-indulgent and meta ending of The Hex. The ending that also features Daniel Mullins (or "Lionel Snill", which, come on. That is literally just Daniel Mullins' name distorted) getting strangled by his own game. Consumed by it, literally, but also figuratively. The game, by virtue of this ending, has partly become a commentary on his journey to try and make a suitable follow-up to Pony Island.

I am a very self-indulgent person. Like I said in the last answered ask, I have a google drive of everything I ever made. I hold a lot of what I make up to a weird museum-like pedestal, and because of that I also tend to reference a lot of my earlier works in future ones. Remember those connections between Inscryption and The Hex? It's not enough for the games to be purely standalone experiences, they must also exist in a larger shared universe. Almost everything I made now exists in the Elemental Realm somewhere. A larger shared universe inhabited by self-inserts of varying degrees (there's something to be said about how everything in a story universe is a self-insert in a sense, but that's another post entirely). A place where every single idea I can ever have is crammed into one giant overarching narrative. I assign past ideas to new situations, often on a whim, just to see how they'd feel there.

To best understand my works now, it's better to understand me as a person.

...

One of the main antagonists of the Elemental Realm is a trickster clown with murky ambitions, although the true villain ends up being the author self-insert.

..

The Elemental Realm will end with a character escaping the universe and confronting the authors directly.

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The Hex is the ghost of my future, and I don't know how I feel about that.

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Oh, did I say I was gonna make this post short? My bad.

There's a few nuances I wish I could hammer out but uhhhh brain fog. I'm making a lot of assumptions about Daniel Mullins' intentions for the sake of narrative; it's not like Lionel is *actually* a 100% Daniel Mullins self-insert, or that Mullins is actually just dumping every idea he has into one game. There are just little details that viscerally remind me of the way I'm personally going about things, and that's mainly what I wanted to make the post about.

Anywho, there's 2 minutes left until christmas is over. Signing off.

#leg answers asks #pony island #the hex #inscryption

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

I started writing little porcelain Jimmy a bit ago but I haven't touched it since I started so I think my brain gave up 😔 You can have the couple paragraphs I got out though

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The first time Jimmy cracked his skin, he was four. He couldn't remember if he was already regressed and the injury was a result of being reckless, or if he regressed in response to the injury, but he remembered being little. Feeling like a kid, not quite sure what had happened after experiencing a new, terrible pain that he had never felt before.

The crack never fully healed since then, it just sort of smoothed over. A thin grey line was still visible if you looked close enough at his porcelain. It was ugly, he thought. A disgusting reminder of his fragility. But if that was its job, reminding him of how weak he truly was, then it did a good job at it. Ever since then Jimmy had been exceedingly careful, he would shuffle around place to place and wear his hat low on his head, hoping it would provide maybe just enough cushion when worst came to worst.

He didn't change just when he was an adult, his personality as a little had changed too. Katherine pointed it out first, that he never wanted to play most games anymore. He wouldn't run or climb or even walk upstairs without someone there to hold his hand to make sure he didn't fall. None of his caretakers seemed to mind much, if they noticed the change at all. It wasn't like it caused any trouble, if anything they saw it as good that he was being careful. With how fragile he was, this would be better for him.

Jimmy made it months without cracking again, the scar that his first crack left did its job well. But nobody can have their guard up 100% of the time, eventually you get comfortable. Nothing bad had happened in a while, what about this time could be different?

That was his mistake. Because the moment he let his guard down, let himself be comfortable around his friends, that was when the nightmare he'd engineered his life around avoiding happened, with him completely helpless to stop it.

His foot caught on something, he thinks it was Joel's leg tripping him, but he never found out for sure.

And he was falling.

He could barely remember the event, his memory was filled with nothing but the pain and pure panic he felt. When he tried to think back to what he saw he could only remember the brief look he got at his own face laying shattered on the stairs, the rest was all clouded by tears and by his own mind erasing the parts that it saw as unimportant. He thought he heard screaming, he wasn't sure if it was his own or his friends. He didn't have very long to process it all before his body gave up on him and he blacked out.

If his friends thought he acted different after his first crack, then this had turned him into a completely new person.

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GOD OHHHHHHH

I LOVE THIS I'M IN LOVE I- DUUUUUDEEE!!!!!! THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING I'M SO *FUMCKINN STIMBS* THANK YOU SM FOR WRITING THIS DON'T SWEAT YOUR BRAIN JUST GIVING UP I LOVE THIS REGARDLESS!!! I will cherish this for as long as we remain mutuals <3 Srsly I actually love this so so much thank you for writing it at all!! Omfg I will continue to be grateful over this for a few days at least

#should i make an answer tag? #shadow likes this thing #aromanticwhore #i'm actually the (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠) irl

[a-pale-azure-moon]

I have no actual plot ideas for you, but I would love to see a childhood friends type AU for Dimileth!

Thanks for the ask! I didn't think I had any plot ideas for this either, but then something went off in my brain and this got a bit long, so...under the cut it goes!

(Brevity is definitely not my strong point.)

I've seen this done in one of two flavors: Byleth being raised in the Kingdom for some reason, or the two of them meeting once as children and then recognizing each other during their first in-game meeting.

But consider a third option! Jeralt's band accepts a job for King Lambert. It's deemed too dangerous for Byleth (say she's about ten, which would make Dimitri about seven), so she stays behind in Fhirdiad with the innkeeper's family. They find her unnerving and she gets bored, so she sneaks into the castle and that's how she and Dimitri meet. They become secret friends while Jeralt is away, and Byleth gets particularly attached because Dimitri is her first real friend.

Meanwhile, Rhea comes to Fhirdiad for some church-related reason, and she's at the castle when Jeralt (with Byleth, who insisted on coming along in hopes of seeing Dimitri again) returns to collect his payment. Rhea offers him his old job (just like at the beginning of the game) and he reluctantly accepts and he and Byleth return with her to Garreg Mach. Byleth grows close with Rhea, Seteth and Flayn (when she gets there) and she trains to be both a teacher and a part time knight of Seiros. Rhea expresses a wish for Byleth to be her eventual successor.

Dimitri and Byleth maintain a regular correspondence until the Tragedy of Duscur. She hears about what happens to his family and for awhile, can't even get confirmation that he's alive, and her letters go unanswered. Turns out Rufus (or one of his goons) has been intercepting all of Dimitri's outside communications. Byleth eventually insists on going to Fhirdiad with or without permission. When she's refused entry to the castle, she forces her way in. (Nothing's going to keep her from her friend!)

I imagine a scenario where, once Byleth realizes Dimitri's situation at the castle, she arranges with Rhea and Jeralt to stay so Dimitri has someone else looking out for him. She and Dedue work in tandem to protect him, and she joins Dimitri when he suppresses the western rebellion (getting to meet Felix & Rodrigue in the process). I imagine Cornelia would probably try to scheme of some way to dispose of Byleth, possibly even figuring out what she is, but Byleth also gathers intel about her and starts helping Dimitri put the whole Duscur conspiracy together.

By the time Dimitri is sent the Officer's Academy, he and Byleth are AN ITEM, with Dedue's full approval (and a begrudging approval from Felix, since he saw her skills during the rebellion as well as the stabilizing presence she has on 'the boar;' Rodrigue is fully supportive). She isn't allowed to teach the Blue Lions for this reason, though she holds seminars that they're allowed to join, so she gets to befriend them all. She and Dimitri at least try to be subtle about their romance, but everyone pretty much knows they'll be getting married after the school year. Jeralt's not terribly enthused about it. Rhea's mostly on board, though she still wants Byleth to be her successor.

Wait...wait...I got it! Byleth teaches the Black Eagles and Edelgard tries to convince her to join her side, and Byleth plays along with it so she can gather more intel about Duscur! She gets wise to Edelgard's plans and the war gets stopped before it even begins!

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