#i just think the dungeon should be in the game

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Patience

Thomas Disch: neil in the good omens game, is there a way to escape the dungeon without using the wizard's key? Neil Gaiman: ah! a very good question! Clive Barker: what? that's a terrible question Gaiman: ah but there are NO bad questions, clive Gaiman: curiosity is the rain that waters the seed of knowledge

Debbie Dadey: um excuse me sir neil gaiman but in Good Omens S2E42 aziraphale is shown performing the musubi dachi stance, but everyone knows that angels don't know karate Dadey:[pushing glasses up nose] i sure hope someone was fired for THAT blunder Gaiman: ah! a fine observation, thank you for sharing! Gaiman: so great to communicate with astute readers!

Gaiman: [putting gold star sticker on Dadey's forehead] i'm giving you a gold star for that Gaiman: in fact Gaiman: you all get gold stars! Koontz: oo! i want a gold star Gaiman: [putting gold star sticker on Koontz's forehead] and so you shall!

King: incredible! nothing flusters him! Poe: he's unflappable King: like the world's most patient kindergarten teacher Barker: no way, i don't buy it Barker: nobody's THAT patient Barker: i bet i could get him to snap Poe: clive

Barker: hey neil i've got a question Gaiman: yes? Barker: actually Barker:this is more of a comment than a question Gaiman: [sweating, veins in neck pulsing] ah yes, go on Poe: clive that's going too far

Neil Gaiman: you see dean Gaiman: you can see anything, do anything Gaiman: BE anything Gaiman: without ever leaving home! Dean Koontz: wowwww Gaiman: all you have to do is use your super power Koontz: my super power?? Gaiman: yes Gaiman: it's called Gaiman: IMAGINATION!!

Ray Bradbury: it was many years yonder when the open spaces were open and the blue skies were blue, and soda pop cost just a nickel and if you didn't have a nickel a smile would do, when you could see marshmallow dragons and candy corn castles in the clouds and you could do it all with the power of Dean Koontz: oh yeah imagination, i already know that Bradbury: and- what Koontz: yeah, neil gaiman told me Bradbury:

Ray Bradbury: listen neil i hear you've been going around extolling the power of imagination Neil Gaiman: ah imagination! the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release- Bradbury: zip it bud Bradbury: there's ONE dream weaver in this town and that's me Bradbury: the limitless vista of a child's imagination ain't big enough for the both of us!!!

Bradbury: i have more child-like whimsy in my little finger, gaiman! Bradbury: and i will use it to paint a rainbow of nostalgic vibes that will have you crying! Bradbury: come at me, neil!! i'll make your childhood fuckin' magical!

Gaiman: wonderful, brilliant! just an excellent threat Gaiman: the craftsmanship of it was sublime, you should be very proud, ray Bradbury: Bradbury: are you Bradbury: are you being sarcastic? Poe: i don't think he knows how

Bradbury: you're so genuine, i can't stay mad at you Gaiman: perhaps, ray, there is room in the world of imagination for the both of us Gaiman: in fact, maybe there's room for ALL who seek to fly on the wings of a shared dream!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #ray bradbury #neil gaiman #thomas disch #debbie dadey

[johnwickb1tsch]

The Bastard’s Mistress ~ A Don John x Servant!Fem!Reader Fic

So I caught the don John brain rot this weekend…very contagious, 10/10 recommend. This might be @scarlettspectra ’s fault, from all her beautiful gifs she’s been posting!😆 I didn’t go full Shakespearean here but had some fun with the syntax. I apologize in advance. Reader is properly deferential for the time, but she’s got a little spunk.😬 

Warnings: the line between dubcon and noncon here is VERRRY thin. I don’t even know. So if that bothers you do NOT read this! What else. Period correct misogyny and degradation. Corruption. I’m so bad at itemizing these things. Please take care. If u have squiks i probs wouldn’t read this…

You are a chambermaid in His Excellency don Alejandro’s hacienda. It gives you a certain distance from things, as you come and go, doing your best to keep the country house clean and stay out of sight. But don Alejandro’s bastard, the fire-eyed boy with such a burning contempt for the world, has always seen you. 

When you were young children, don John would play with you all, the offspring of the servants who were too young to work. Not because he enjoyed your company, but because he delighted in ordering you all about. Luckily in those days he ignored you as often as he tormented you. 

Then there was a time, when the two of you hovered on the precipice between childhood and adult responsibilities, that you had almost been friends. Or at least, not enemies. He, the bitter outsider with the privileges of a full blooded son, but none of the standing. You, unmoored in your fatherlessness, the fever having taken your sire when you were just a babe. 

Don John goaded you into shirking your chores one day to go play in the hills. He’d only taunted you a little, as you played your silly games, which mostly consisted of him manipulating you, ordering you to do this and that, always testing just how far he could go before being met with rebellion. It was still better than working your hands raw in the laundry. “We should run away,” he’d said in that devil-may-care way brash young boys have, so sure the world is destined to fold for them. You, however, had begged to go home, for all it won you. Upon returning your mother absolutely tanned your backside, and you never associated with Don John in such a familiar way again.

You saw him around the grounds, of course, as you scurried from one backbreaking chore to the next, and as he went through the motions of learning how to become a gentleman. Amidst his riding lessons he would wink at you from astride his fine black horse, but the cruel turn of his mouth never failed to halt you in returning it, even if your heart quickened in your chest.

That did not mean you didn’t think of him later though, on your lumpy cot of straw, as urges began to awaken in your body that was well on its way to becoming a woman’s. You saw his face at night, so achingly handsome you could hardly contain your longing. It felt like madness, and so you shoved it down in the deepest dungeon of your heart, as far as it could go. 

It was not helpful, or good, the times when young don John passed you in the halls, and you felt that he would like to just eat you up. He would tug at your apron strings with a smirk before striding on to whatever lark he plotted for the day. The unholy feelings just a look from that man called up in you had you reaching for your rosary–and late at night, when all others lay asleep, between your legs.

You’d felt a certain relief when he went off to war with don Pedro. Even though your heart ached for the inevitable change, a part of you hoped he would never return.

As it turns out, your hopes were not to be realized. He has returned to his father’s country house, on the tails of some scandal in Messina. His temper is even fouler than you remember. His scowl, crueler. He has met with some disappointment, out in the world. You hope he will not take it out on you blameless servants.

Perhaps that is too much to ask of the upper caste.

You feel his eyes upon you again, as in the old days, but different. There is a weight in his gaze that makes you uncomfortable in your own skin, as though it no longer fits upon your own bones. It makes you ache for something no pious unmarried girl should yearn for, something you cannot name, only feel in the darkest hours of night when you lay awake on your mattress of straw, your sinful fingers exploring the bud of flesh between your legs.

You decide don John carries the flames of Hell in his burning dark eyes.

You dream of him, as though he has possessed your flesh in your sleeping hours.

He corners you one day, as you are changing the linens in one of the many airy rooms of the hacienda. You eye him warily, as he shuts the door, his large and forbidding form blocking your exit. His dark eyes upon you are black as night.

“What a flower you have blossomed into, y/n,” he muses, stepping slowly into the room with the measured calculation of a predator stalking prey. “No longer the knees and elbows girl I remember.”

“You…have also changed, my lord,” you offer cautiously. No longer the awkward, rail thin youth, his shoulders have the breadth of a man who rides a charger and wields a sword. You have tried not to notice.

“How so?” he fishes, canting his head with a smirk.

Your face feels as though you have caught on fire. “You are…taller,” you offer, winning a cruel little chuckle.

“Oh? I do like the sound of that. What else?” Another step closer, his booted heel clicking on the floor, and you are veritably boxed in between the walls and the oversized bed.

“My lord?” you stall, mortified.

“Did you miss me, y/n?”

This question also takes you aback, and perhaps that is why you answer honestly.

“Sometimes.”

“Well. That is more than any of my relations here will bother to claim,” he answers bitterly. In that moment you still see a boy just striving, yearning for his father’s recognition. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but you always felt bad for him, in a way.

“Did you hear the happy news? Don Pedro has taken a wife, and opts to dwell in Messina,” snarls don John with a mocking brightness.

“How…fortunate for him.”

The man before you makes a sound that suggests he barely restrained himself from spitting upon the floor in his half brother’s name.

“Indeed.” He takes one more step, and you know you are done for, your heart in your chest. There will be no escaping now. “What of you, fair y/n? Assumed the yoke of marriage yet?” The disdain in his words hangs bitter in the air.

You are tempted to lie, but know no good should come of it. “No, my lord,” you answer, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“How fortunate for you.” 

Perhaps in your fear, you forget yourself. “John, please–”

He moves to strike, and you are but a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf, quick but not quick enough to evade him. His arm is like a band of iron about your waist, lifting you off the floor in his fury. He slams you down–albeit upon the feather mattress–a luxury you’ve never experienced for yourself, your back accustomed to scratchy tick straw.

“Insouciant wench! How familiar you are, to address me so.” He sounds so cruelly delighted by it, wedging his lean body like a knife between your legs, his narrow hips locked against yours. When you attempt to sit up he easily pins you down, his large hand spanning two of your wrists with ease, his other pressed lightly over your throat. You can hardly hear, hardly think, over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He can surely feel it in your pulse, fluttering against his fingers. You are filled with fear–and the sharp ache of desire, God save you.

“Please, my lord…”

He makes a low sound in his throat, his lips tracing your jaw. “Please what, pretty maid? I have a mind to make a meal of you.”

“Please…don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you? That is up to you, my dear. I will have you. Sweetly, or by force, tis your choice.” Your heart lodges in your throat. Your mother warned you about this, time and again. Men are dogs and gentlemen the worst of them. Never let them catch you alone.

And in your darkest heart of hearts, you know that a part of you hoped don John might do just that.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, surprisingly gently for such a villain, but you attempt to turn away. It only wins his annoyance, his large hand turning your face back to him. Before he can press his mouth to yours you say, “You merely seek to make sport of me in your boredom here. It is not right.”

He laughs at that. “Sport, I shall make,” he muses, hiking your skirts above your thighs. “Let us test the truth of your righteous outrage?” Boldly his fingers climb the trail of your leg, to the apex where he finds the damning evidence of your treacherous loins. “My lovely girl, so wet for such a reluctant quarry.” His long fingers dip inside your weeping center, and the sound you make does not resemble protest at all. He smirks down at you like the very devil. “And a virgin my little rabbit is not.”

Javi the stableboy took care of that for you, in a quick and disappointing tumble in the hay. His touch…had felt nothing like this, if truth you tell.

Ashamed, and burning, you look away. Tears trail out of your eyes, and a part of you wishes it shall just be over soon. He frowns at the shining tracks of water upon your cheeks, a menacing scowl that makes your eyes screw shut tight.

“Do not seek to engage my sympathy or my better nature, for you know I have none,” he growls above the dip of your throat, his lips searing as a brand upon your chest. 

“That wasn’t always true,” you dare, winning naught but a growl from this ravenous beast of a man above you.

“You are the only one who thinks so.” For the barest moment you see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes–the ghost of the memory of the boy he once was, there and gone like ripples in a pool. It is as though this second of softness spurs him on in his deed, as though he must shove it aside to enjoy his sordid pleasure.

Clever fingers tear at the laces of your stays; you are freed to breathe, but you are bared to his hungry gaze as he tugs down your shift for his delectation. “Such lovely fruits, just ripe for picking,” he muses, cupping your breast in his hand, suckling upon a nipple.

You never knew how such a thing could make your insides clench, your sinning cunt tightening in its aching emptiness. Your hips move against his of their own accord, your legs wrapping about him as you mindlessly seek some relief from this madness. He withdraws with a dramatic pop, laughing at your body’s treachery.

“You are a fiend.”

“Pray, tell me,” he taunts you.

“I hate you.”

“Is that any way to speak to your master?”

He is enjoying this far too much.

“You forget your place, don John, as ever.” 

That is when he slaps you. Not hard, nay, your own mother has hit you harder, but it certainly gets your attention. “I will rule here someday, y/n. Have a care with that tongue. I can think of better uses for it.” His piercing eyes fix upon your lips, a moment before he falls upon you, kissing you as though he means to devour you. You tense, thinking to bite him for being so cruel, so conniving, for just using you for no other reason other than he can.

He plays a very dirty trick on you, though.

That dexterous hand slips under your skirts again, swiping up your slick before circling that small nub of flesh that causes you such great tumult and shame. You moan into his mouth, and you feel him smile wickedly against you.

This man is the very devil, you are sure of it.

“Now who is ready to forget?” he taunts you, rubbing you in slow circles that drive you mad, make you writhe for the unbearable tightness coiling between your legs.

You can only manage a small cry, words escaping you. You’ve never felt anything like this, not at your own hands, and certainly not with Javi the stableboy.

“Please,” is all you can manage, and you’re not even entirely sure you know what you’re begging for.

“I like to hear you beg so sweetly.” He reaches to free himself from his breeches, his swollen tip hovering at your entrance. “So beg, wench, what favour is it you ask of me?”

You should entreat him to leave you be–you should beg for his mercy. But the delicious weight of him atop you, this dastardly man whose touch is such sweet sin–you are not sure you wish for him to leave you be. Your whole life has been such a march of drudgery. Even just the possibility of feeling something that is not pain or exhaustion makes you willfully forget every lesson your mother ever taught you, every fiery sermon the Padre ever flung down from his pulpit. Tis easy to renounce the Devil, until temptation has you in its clutches.

“I know not what to ask for,” you answer cautiously, and that at least is true.

Don John smirks down at you, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. 

“Ask for my cock, you stupid girl, and if your quim pleases me perhaps I may be moved to share in the spoils.”

“Yes.” You strain your hips towards him, craving that satisfying, stretching burn of a man’s first thrust. That, atleast, you know something about.

“Yes, what?” he taunts you, delighting in your torment as he holds himself just out of reach.

“Yes, my lord,” you whimper, hating yourself as much as him in that moment. “May I have your cock?”

His smile widens in his devilish delight, almost showing teeth. “Remember that you asked for it.” But he taunts you no further, his thick head penetrating your weeping hole, the fullness of him stealing the very breath from your lungs. He groans once fully inside you, burying his face in your neck. 

“I’ve always known you would have the sweetest little cunt in the sierra,” he growls against your skin, and he begins to thrust.

If there is one thing you have always known about don John, it is that he loves to hear himself talk.

“You are mine, little maid,” he goes on, filling you so deeply you fear he must be in your belly. You are not sure you like it, and you only whimper in answer, straining for a better angle against him, seeking that certain friction that made you see stars.

“Say it,” he demands, understanding what you seek very well. You whine, turning your eyes to the ceiling. You know you are a mere peasant, and you know you do not own anything, much less yourself. Yet some small defiance rises in you, for his demanding tone.

“Perhaps I shall, if you make it so.” 

You wait for him to strike you again, but to your surprise he smirks with a sort of dark delight, only turning your gaze back to his with a rough hand upon your jaw. “There is the saucy wench I remember of our youth. Do you remember how you used to defy me?”

You don’t very much, recalling that he usually always emerged the master and victor of your games.

“No, my lord.”

“You do not recall striking me with a stick, in defense of a hapless bird?”

You blink, finding it rather unfair of this man to expect you to command the capacity to think in this situation. But then you do recall. You had all been small children. The boys sought amusement in throwing rocks at an injured sparrow. You had taken exception to it. 

Don John had sworn he would tell his father and have you executed.

You’d cried for days, but the sword never fell.

You’d nearly forgotten all about it, perhaps willfully burying the memory out of shame and fear. Mostly fear.

The bastard had deserved it.

He never forgot a slight, it seems.

“I always told myself I would have my revenge for that,” he tells you with a smirk, pressing his thumb into your mouth. You try to shrink away, but he has you like a fish on a hook. “Suck,” he commands you. You do not understand why those jetty black eyes boring into yours, paired with that unyielding tone, makes your needy cunt clench around him, only that it is extremely satisfying to see his eyes flutter closed, even if just for a moment.

You do as you’re told.

He uses your own saliva against you, reaching between your legs with that spit-wet thumb to touch you again. 

You forget everything else, but the carnal heaven that is his clever fingers with his manhood inside you. The sounds the two of you make are barely human, as you strain and writhe against each other, chasing your release from this hell. Those full lips made for sin devour you–his mouth on your breasts makes you see God, a searing pleasure crashing through you in a spine-cracking rush. How can something that feels so wonderful be so forbidden? Only then does don John truly let himself go, the sound of flesh striking flesh filling the room as he takes you with all his pent up fury. It is not long before he roars his release, filling you with ropes of his hot seed, his powerful body trembling in its tangle of limbs with yours.  

For just a moment you wished would last, his fingers lace with yours rather than pin you, his head heavy on your chest as he catches his breath. Yet when he lifts his gaze to you, his eyes gleam with their usual malevolence. 

“You will come to my chambers tonight,” he orders you. “For I am not finished with you yet by half.”

When your mouth opens–indeed to give protest–he silences you with a hard but heart-melting kiss, his long fingers tangled unforgivingly in your now loosened hair. 

“Do as I say, servant girl. Though if you don’t, I may enjoy making you.” That proud mouth ticks as he seems to imagine it, that fire igniting once more in his mesmerizing eyes. The thought simultaneously makes your blood run cold–and a thrill of desire run raucous down your spine.  

This man is the very devil. You are as sure of it now, as you know when the household goes to sleep, you will find your way back to his merciless embrace.

#don john #much ado about nothing #don john x reader #don john keanu reeves #keanu reeves #keanuverse #keanuverse fic

[mothheart]

Can't stop thinking about the structure we see rising from the sand in Gurudo desert in the last trailer... I would sell my soul for it to be arbiter's grounds like PLEASE let it be arbiter's grounds

#we do quite literally have the marked ruins of it in botw #with the theme the game seems to have & the tone frankly i think it would really fit #i doubt we will get traditional style dungeons in totk but theres still so many possibilities #and arbiter's grounds has always been one of my favorite dungeons. its so scary lol #playing twilight princess at 8 years old nobody is surprised i turned out thr way i did lol #it wouldnt make a ton of sense to bring back the two bosses but death sword was so terrifying #i just think the dungeon should be in the game #and i wanna know whats going on with all the sinkholes #'the upheaval' is what theyre calling the events of the game #idk man im so excited. still lol #miles rambles

[unluckyprime]

how about violent empathy?

bonus (meanwhile):

#i think they should all get silly bend it like beckham esque jerseys over their clothes for the soccer game #also I love taylor canonically just chilling so hard singing the evangelion theme while normal gets betrayed AGAIN . #digital art #dndads #dungeons and daddies #normal oak #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #scary marlowe #dndads spoilers

[thisteaistoosweet]

Cahara but if he was a contestant of the termina festival.

(Made for an enlightened cahara au)

#my art #drawing #sketch #fanart #fear and hunger #cahara #cahara of the south #f&h #fah #should i tag the second game because it’s a design for it? #eh #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #nobody to stop me i guess #fear and hunger termina #f&h2 #f&ht #fah2 #faht #outfit design #character design #enlightened cahara au #s ending still kinda happens but Celeste was killed while he was in the dungeons #He’s just sad and rich. #makes friends with Rag and Moonless comes to visit often #Moonless hasn’t came to see him in a while and Rag has been very quiet which gets hims suspicious and has him taking a row boat over - #to prevail because the train hasn’t came back for some reason #manages to avoid all the ghosts and is like town is weird but okay i guess lmao #Perkele sees him and goes. you know what? I’m going to add this twink to the festival because nobody has killed anybody within this first d #and an extra day because this is bound to be intresting #I don’t think anyone is gonna read all my tags but have my abdriged rundown of the au lmao

[oldestenemy]

Just me and my besties, the children of the primordial deities of light and shadow.

#am I standing here because I am waiting for teamup? yes i am bad at this game you should know this by now #you think i can solo any of these dungeons? NO i am BAD AT THIS #wizard101 #w101 #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #still tapping. less murder. #nightshade adventures in empyrea #i just got done pummeling one of these idiots with shadow magic #and he THANKED ME FOR IT #anyways

[madcapsix]

i Finally finished replaying all of season 1 of mcsm and god. i think despite the writing, mcsm is still a very fun and engaging story esp if you play along with it. the gameplay is kind of boring tho but i think thats more on telltale than mcsm itself, it got slightly better during the portal arc

im still sad there isnt a season 3. imagine what this game would be like if it came out in 2020 (or whenever minecraft smps started getting popular) cz like. so much smps become lore heavy overtime.. i feel like mcsm wouldve fit right in..

though the kind of mc youtubers that would get a cameo…… maybe we keep it with the ogs

#minecraft #minecraft story mode #mcsm #i love this game sm #its too bad telltale imploded on itself. we couldve had a season 3 #at the same time tho i think s2 had a rlly good conclusion for mcsm so its not a huge loss #i just rlly like this game.. #maybe i should look into mc dungeons after storymode s2 and make an au for it… #for funsies..

[irkedisaac]

here's the feature i would add to bg3: instead of the sleeping scene that happens every long rest, show who's cooking on that night. give every food a 'weight' for each party member and based on the foods you choose, a specific party member will be cooking.

just a supply pack? lae'zel's handing out ration boxes to everyone. nothing but meat and beer? karlach's made kebabs for everyone. wines, fish, and herbs? astarion is crying because wyll made sauce out of their best wine.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shitpost #i just think every game should have a monster hunter-style feast regularly #like in pokemon mystery dungeons but less disgusting

[watermelinoe]

i think totk improved on botw in a lot of ways but i also still had the same issues w it that i did w botw and it had new issues as well (the inventory was a nightmare, armor upgrade reqs were ridiculous, too many collectible-based quests esp the fucking hudson signs)

but my biggest complaint was that even with a storyline that i personally found more interesting, there is just zero connection to it at all. botw and totk feel like revenge for skyward sword being so emotional, linear, and story-driven (iirc miyamoto was not happy with its direction and he and aonuma (?) were just undoing each other's work which is partly why the game suffers from repetition)

so now we get zero emotional attachment to anything that's going on except in cutscenes that aren't even required and have no visible impact on link in any way. hardly any of the sidequests feel meaningful, and the ones that could have been always seemed to fall short. the npcs seem weirdly chipper about the gloom spreading, the ground splitting open, and the earth levitating into the sky. many of them that should remember you just... don't, for some reason, like there's so little development in any of link's relationships with any of these people, zelda included, as if he hasn't even existed for the past eight years between games, like what was with the hateno village retconning

my personal favorite quests were awakening the fairy fountains (felt like classic zelda and i liked that it made a permanent impact on the world, even rewarding you with a permanent new rendition of epona's song at every stable), giving all the bubbul gems to koltin (you have to go out of your way to talk to his brother kilton to get the full kinda bittersweet ending and it's a rare touching moment imo), and the balloon thing with rhondson and hudson's daughter (i liked that it actually expanded on a questline from botw and it was also bittersweet), also i liked penn and the newspaper questline

the biggest improvement imo was the shrines, the puzzles were so much more interesting with so many possible solutions, and the temples/bosses were so much better than the divine beasts and stupid scourges

but idk i just... feel like i wanted more from it. to me the story is just as important as the gameplay and tbh in both games link feels so detached from the plot, like it's just happening around him, not to him. and you can argue that in the older games they didn't explore his emotional state or w/e but the narratives were tight enough that you felt immersed anyway, and could project your own feelings onto him. these games actively thwart your attempts to humanize the silent protagonist bc he's more emotional about fucking cooking than about being manipulated by a creepy puppet of the woman he's been with for 8+ years at this point (should've made puppet zelda a boss again smh) or seeing memories of people dying horribly

all of which is too far spaced out between, idk, grinding for lionel parts

with the world as big as it is, nothing in it is allowed to be too big and i'm concerned that this is just what zelda games are going to be like from now on. i hope the next project announced will be something completely different.

#loz #having played every single-player zelda game i'm not really a purist #bc every other zelda game is a ''black sheep'' lol #so i like it when each game is something different #botw was just such a departure but it felt big and new and exciting #totk is bigger but that's the problem imo. there's just nothing that new or threatening. #once you get used to the depths it was just kind of a slog to map out the entire thing #and there's nothing as scary as the guardians wandering around #i honestly think the depths should have been smaller + more concentrated #or more like traditional dungeons #basically i have a lot of Thoughts abt zelda and if you read all of this i have kissie for u mwah

[bobzora]

finally beat the first kingdom in p5t the other day and it was truly flabbergasting the way marie fuckin. dissolved. and morgana was like well that shouldn't have caused a mental shutdown... but i don't know for sure! and then moved on. LIKE HUH. WHY ARE NONE OF THE THIEVES. ACKNOWLEDGING THIS. LMAO?

#bobtalk #p5tposting #p5t spoilers #i guess. for the first dungeon. lol #its like well if it was akc i'd understand but it's whiplash because over and over the thieves are normally like #well....this palace Looks bad. but we should scope out how things are in the real world before we take action! they're generally cautious #and they're stuck here so obviously that's not an option right. like they were going to fight marie eventually no matter what #but they're like *shrugs* about any potential real world consequences to girlie disappearing like that it's really...weird? #i mean. even with kamoshida they only went through with trying to steal his heart because they were desperate and willing to risk him dying #bc they didn't know for sure bc they were new to this but it was better than the alternative. etc. iirc at least. #i'm aware this is a silly spin off this is just. really funny to me? unusual? that the game is like. 'don't even worry about it <3' #like guys i think you might've just killed a woman <- i know she's going to be fine. because they wouldn't do that. but LMAO can u IMAGINE #(anyway barelyyy started the second kingdom (as in. we made it to the first battle and haven't started). are all the rulers just going to b #ppl toshiro has beef with personally. because that's really fucking funny if so. his whole GC hates his ass!)

[pathetic-gamer]

I have this problem where I love and adore ttrpgs and want to be playing them all the time, but I feel like I'm probably the absolute worst person to play with because I am annoying and bossy and never shut up and also am extremely prone to rules lawyering and everyone hates it and me

#i have GOT to learn how to shut the fuck up #rules are just really fun! i like them!! #anyway. sometimes we'll finish a session and I'll spend the next three hours feeling EXACTLY how i felt after any social interaction the #whole time i was in elementary school (aka I'm obnoxious and everyone hates playing games with me lmao) #i should stick to single player strategy rpgs #the worst part is that literally no one has said that to me but I'm so so certain it's true #''wow I'm really glad we've had so much character work and role-playing in this dungeon crawl thank u p.g. for encouraging that!'' #so you think i should die? you think i should jump off a bridge? you hate me? ''that is the opposite of what we said'' ok but u didnt say no

[racke7]

Yesterday, during a dungeon where I played as a Machinist (ranged DPS), our tank disconnected.

I don't think any of us actually knew how to dismiss/reinstate a member of the party, so we uhhh... kept going?

Which meant that I ended up effectively playing the tank, because I could run away from the boss, which meant that I wasn't getting insta-gibbed.

We did finally manage to trigger the "dismiss vote", and then we had a tank and it was such a relief, but it was also not nearly as hilarious as me hauling ass around an arena as a dragon tried to murder me.

#laughing #ff14 #video games #we did actually manage to kill a boss like that. my comment was ''i can't believe that actually worked'' #it very much made me remember the treasure-dungeon. that i entered on my own. as a white-mage. #and then made it like five rooms deep over the span of a full hour. just running around and smacking enemies with DOTs. #which was quite possibly the most cursed way i think i've ever played this game. just... run in a circle. keep regen up. keep dots up. #and then just... keep doing that until they're all dead. all fifty of the bastards. horrible way to play. would absolutely do it again. #it's less effort than trying to form a party to do it the way you ought to. #(also also. i very much wasn't the person who figured out how to trigger the dismiss-vote. so i should probably look that up at some point.

[chirpsythismorning]

Thinking about how we didn't get one scene of Mike in his basement in s4, though we got almost everyone else in the party down there (Lucas, Max, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy).

At the start of s4, we got Mike in his room and in the kitchen getting pop-tarts out of the pantry (near the phone on the main floor), but nothing of him in his 'sanctuary'.

Considering Mike and Will and that damn basement metaphor, it makes me wonder if that was entirely intentional.

Because although there is a phone in the kitchen, I highly doubt that's where Mike made all his calls to Will since the Byers moved, most of which went unanswered. That's very likely the kind of thing he would do in the basement...

Makes you think they're saving Mike in his basement again for the last season, bc what we'll see is something that'll definitely shock the average viewer... something the Duffers had to wait until the end to reveal.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #no but think about it #that basement is mike's safe place #it's arguably where he can be himself #so it is interesting that they didn't let us see him in said safe space #bc i think if they were to show us mike alone in that basement #we'd see some pretty incriminating stuff. #like him just sitting there gaming endlessly #occasionally looking over at the table where they used to play dnd #or even the drawings by will on the walls #or even just staring at the phone contemplating whether he should risk the disappointment of not reaching will for the 100th time. #like we haven't seen mike's room since s1 i don't think??? but they brought it back to give us more insight into his character #bc the basement is essentially the exact same as it's always been in terms of decor (will's art) #I think that also played a part in why they made that choice though #bc mike would have came off as reminiscent of that space and what it used to represent #and now it's just a depression dungeon... #I imagine that they could even be saving this sort of acknowledgement for when Will is also present... #i am intrigued to see how they confront the fact that mike DID try to call will #i do think the basement aspect would be an interesting angle to go at it #like all they gotta do is show mike somberly looking at that landline on the wall near the stairs #and i would be pointing at the screen like that leonardo dicaprio meme

[indigogirled]

#hi everybody excluding emily because i’ve been talking with them all #already #anyway so basically …. #old internet depression has FOUND ME like i was looking at old dungeons and dragons forums and i found one for my town … #and this guy was like “you guys i finally got the loan to open up my game shop it’s not much but i’m so excited !!!!” #and everyone was like fuck yeah ! and you could tell they were friends and this had been going on for a while …. #so i look up the place and it’s now a tanning salon :/ made me want to absolutely…. #girls i’m on the verge like constantly #topic change anyway so i’ve been buying all my clothes/bags/shoes really evwrythint from thrift stores since i was thirteen #and it’s changed me … i was genuinely shocked the other day when i saw that this place sold cds for two dollars #like girl that expensive ???? come on ??? #and then i remembered that cds are literally 15+ now at walmart & online #anyone else had this happen to them ? sound off in the comments below #basically i just like typing paragraphs into my tags and then finding a random meme for the post part it’s so rude i can’t post blank #tumblr please tumblr pleaseeeeeeeee #so how is everyone tonight ? i think i might go make some spicy ramen because i got this great new vegan kind it’s so yass … #also back to the pricing thing i think all shirts should be one dollar all pants two dollars #all shorts tank top swimsuit fifty cents #shoes a buck fifty and everything else free #electronics everything 50-100 #furniture (cool included) all under 50 #who agree sound off in the comments below

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I've not been on my ADHD meds lately so I could properly recover from the illness (probably covid and it's not exactly gone but it's gone enough that I'm good to do stuff in the house again) and I love that the second I'm back on them my brain is like "NEW AU??? MAYBE!!! BUT!!! I FELL FOR SOMEONE NEW BUT SHE'S JUST ANOTHER GIRL THAT LOOKS LIKE YOOOOUUUUUUU POOR CHICA RIGHT??? RIPPERONI!!!! TIGER TIME!!!!"

Like cool I don't feel as tired now but wow that's um. Fun?

#thinking of actually playing pokemon gates to infinity for more than just s bit #like properly playing it through #the only reason i didn't was because I'd gotten back into time/sky/darkness #just before and i really didn't like the switch to 3D everything #but also the 'you can only do one thing at a time' #LIKE NO!!!! LET ME DO A HUNDRED THINGS IN A SINGLE DUNGEON!!!! #and the fact i was expecting super mystery dungeon cause I'd asked for it and everyone said they got it for my chrombo #and they got gates to infinity instead which i specifically didn't care for cause black and white generation #which... i actually liked wait why didn't i want it????? #wait....... #OH YEAH IT WAS BECAUSE IT WAS THE FIRST POKEMON GAME I SAW RELEASED #and they came out with black and white 2 which pissed me off #cause I thought the third versions were all just... released with the other two #like diamond pearl and platinum were together #so i thought that was BULLSHIT because there was never a bog difference other than legends before #(and the distortion world yeah yeah whatever fuck that place and its waterfall-less waterfall) #i just assumed black and white 2 wasn't different either but apparently it was??? i dunno but i think that was it #i should play it i remember being intriqued by what was happening but my friend and i were gonna play super together... #and then didn't so that was fun #anyway the au was what if roxy was guarding a thingo instead of mimic that poofed you to pokemon world if it needed you #and roxy and cassie and whoever else got whooshed away to pokemon world and did pokemon stuff #wouldn't that be fun? yeah it would be. good job me #pop rox talks #okay shit to do bye bye bye

[denydestiny-doodles]

harmony, past and present

#pocket monsters mysterious dungeons #psmd spoilers #i think grass pokemon should change with the seasons and this treecko can be mew-colored in spring #i had a save from when the game came out so hero and partner are basically references to lucario and the mystery of mew i think? #i dont actually have set names for either of them. i just know hero lets partner make all the decisions #denydestiny draws