#i would like to add more cursed things in my save but i am playing on the new farm

[reallyghostlypost]

1.6 spoilers - I finally got the creepy new item!

I love this update so much <3

I heard so much about the Cursed Mannequins and now that I unlocked the Quarry I finally managed to get one.

And just after the first night it moved :3 It took a step towards my bed.

Unfortunately it didn't do anything else since then, but I plan to stick with this save until SVE 1.15 drops so I have hopes for the future.

#does anyone know if the dove children secret still only happens on the standard farm? #i would like to add more cursed things in my save but i am playing on the new farm #stardew spoilers

[tiyoin]

Taking a step back from twisted singer reader (I'll be back). I really want to expand/give origins ideas to the group chat(s?). Like how reader got the phone, how they got added and other things. Btw love who added that

With that said I'm starting a new agenda: ✨Grandfather Mozus Trein :D✨ Everyone knows that Crowley is *cough* neglectful & irresponsible *cough* always there for his students and never once put himself first 🤠. I feel like reader low-key reminds Trein of Anastasia (red hair) ya know? Maybe it's how reader plays with their hair when they start getting bored or the doodles on the written exams. All these little habits they share. Just an old man missing his family.

Someone has to be a responsible adult for reader and who else is better then a father with so much wisdom. He knows Yuu has a way of communicating and protecting himself so he isn't as concerned ,but poor reader can't do that to save their life :(

So I can see Trein giving them(mostly reader) a phone (B4 book 4). It's nothing new or special; it has an old blue case with a fading pattern and skuffs. The best part about it is Trein paying the bill. The wallpaper is changed to Grimm napping tho

It's kinda an unspoken rule that reader keeps it for the most part. With Yuu and all the things he tends to get into it would last a week if he was lucky.

More then likely the only numbers in the phone are Aduce/ maybe the other first years and Trein ,but I don't really see any of them be texters tbh. So not much coming in. Maybe a few homework questions??

As for apps a see maybe 2-ish games 👁️👄➖

Over all, it's just a classic antisocial person's phone. Until Cater finds out. Next time Yuu has the phone Carter tells him what should be added and how to #sign up for them. And Yuu being the person he is asks "Cater how do I help my introvert make friends?" Cater being the #helpful upperclassmen is he downloads the app and sends the invite.

The app they use is probably the twst discord. I think that's the only social idia has/honestly uses Some of them has like a cover for the icon. Like no one can know they use that app for whatever reason.

Everyone besides reader kinda knows what account belongs to which person. To add a bit of anonymous(ness?). Cuz no way would reader give her honest opinion about Rook or someone else if she knew that they themselves/close friends are in the chat.

Imagine if one of the guys that reader doesn't get along with ends up being one of reader's close/safe online friend. Like idk if you know who Aphmau is but she has a Minecraft roleplay PDH (don't judge me plss) where Aph and Aaron don't like each other irl but are really close online friends.

I'm sorry if my asks tend to be all over the place. I get sided tracked a lot and end up spacing out every 10 works. This was written between 3-5ish am. Also 👉👈 I think the reason we're on the same brain wave is cuz we're air signs.

Also thank you for liking/replying to my ask/yapping ☺️ it's means a lot to me

I've been waiting to get a Mac charger just to answer this ask🤭

GRANDFATHER TREIN IS SOMETHING I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED BUT GLAD I GOT

because we always see crewel v crowley for custody over yuu.

but I defiantly agree with you that trein would see one of his daughters; especially anastasia in reader. whether it's by a few habits they both share, or how they're sometimes second fiddle to their more out going companion. but trein can see reader's life falling into shambles the more they're in twisted wonderland, the more they're isolated, and it kills him as both a father and educator.

and believe it or not, he cares about his students. they may not think so and curse him in the hallways, but they'll be thanking him in years to come, they always do (he prides himself in that, and the line of students he has at reunions telling him they're the best teacher they ever had.)

so maybe he pulls reader aside after class, ofc he can tell how tense they are, how nervous they are... especially by how intense their eye contact is, a little creepy but trein understands. he tells them to sit down in a chair he magically spawned as he flicks his head at lucien. who is all too glad to use you as a chair. he can see reader visibly relax as they're testing the water's with the temperamental feline, but trein starts talking.

he wants to help them, as he wouldn't be doing his job as an educator if he just stood by and watched you struggle. how he would have failed the pledge he made to crowley and himself if he let one os his students fall under the radar in favor for his smarter ones.

yes that should sting but it's the truth, and to no fault of your own. you obviously had... less than stupor teaching before this, and you have to catch up on a decades worth of stuff due to your... situation. and he is willing to help you during both lunch hours and free period. he also recommends student tutors for this and is willing to work out some kind of deal between you and the tutors. he wants to see you succeed. not just to prove he can turn a pumpkin into a carriage, but because you deserve it.

maybe you're not so much like his biological daughter, but like his step daughter. the one with a soul of diamond but a heart of glass. and if reader ever needs someone trustworthy (and he emphasizes this) that isn't actively split-dying their hair in their thirties or prances around with a bird mask then he is always open.

no matter how burdenous they feel relying on him, or if they think the matters are silly. he will tell it to them straight. he also suggests talking to cater diamond of heartslabyul, that if anyone can help you make friends, its that chatterbox.

dont even try to refute it cause trein AND lucien will be sporting you an unimpressed look.

but I swear to everything cater has a fucking NOSE- a sniffer if you would for introverts. or he has mastered chenya's invisibility spell and over heard your conversation because- I AGREE WITH YOU- yuu would 100% ask cater to help his little ol' introvert make friends.

so he seeks them out, grabs their phone while chatting away, and downloads 'magi cord' dw yuu is there too. cater even goes a step further and adds his contact to their phone because 'tehe he has the elusive reader's number and no body else does! #1inamillion #hewon! #he'sgonnaextrovertsohardit'llmakeyourheadspin 😼

but later that night you're fighting to go on the app when cater sends you a link, the second message he sends you (with 'hey hey! it's your fav upper classmen cay-cay here!' with an obnoxious amount of emojis, being the first)

it's a link to a magi cord group chat called; raven of secrets. (or smthn idk, I pulled that out of my ass) and he explains that the whole point of that group chat is to remain anonymous. there's a handful of members from different dorms and that's all you're supposed to know.

they talk about gossip, homework, assignments etc. the more he talks about it the more it sounds like a secret society. but nonetheless, you join.

and all hell breaks loose 🤭

personally I think that only a few people know who is who in the chat group. like the organizer because they gotta make sure everyone who has the link is an nrc student. and obviously there's a few friends who gave other people the link or joined together. but there's also active polls where people debate who is who.

just so it gives them the extra comfort of anonymity.

IMAGINE SOME ADMITS TO STALKING POOR READER AND IT TURNS INTO A THRILLER AHHHH (everyone knows who rook is. not because of his French, but because of his detailed posts)

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NO CAUSE I WAS ALSO AN APHMAU FAN HAHAHAH I used to eat her role plays up. but watching them now... they're super cringe and I can barely watch an episode of phoenix drop high 😭

and dont even worry about it 'being all over the place because I am literally like that and it's so fun being able to bounce all over the place hehe

AND YAY ANOTHER AIR SIGN😽

#mel <3 #twisted anxiety 🌀 #tiyoin 🔎 #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。 #twisted wonderland #twst

[yuri-is-online]

Call me tragedy anon w the way i slurp that shit up real. Okay but in all /srs i'm a firm believer that most love stories or stories in /gen in TWST are mainly happy love stories tragedy? Never heard of them!!!

But i think most would be more fascinated to figure out thats its popular in Yuu's world. Like why??? Don't people not like being happy more than sad? and its true!! But there's always something cathartic about well-written tragedies (imo at least) and people enjoy that feeling. Personally the media i enjoy and stick to me the most are usually the ones that have open ended or ambiguos endings that leave a bittersweet after taste in your mouth. Something about retrospecting and finding peace that yes even though it never ended well, there was happiness, or maybe if not happiness then maybe peace to be found in a story like that. The love was still there!!!! Do you understand!!!???

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I want to thank you for sending me this on valentine's day. It is so fitting I should have answered immediately.

Welcome to the stage tragedy annon! W takes in this ask right here your brain is massive.

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I UNDERSTAND I AM THINKING I AM FEELING I AM CRYING BUT I FEEL SO FULFILLED!!!!!!!!!!

I really like happy endings and have a hard time playing the bad end in otomes but one of my favorites, Birushana has these tragic endings that I have done some of and GOD. The image of Shungen screaming at Tomomori as he cradles Shanao's dead body, saying he can't just take her away as Tomomori prepares to jump into the ocean and drown with her only for him to say "You misunderstand, she is taking me." .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. i am crying, screaming, throwing up etc. and so on because fucking damn that's what it's about. The love is so real it has to endure even when everything else is gone.

I think that Idia might find some morbid comfort in that concept which is why I mentioned the Orpheus and Eurydice connection in his long fic musing. I don't think he would find it romantic necessarily, but certainly comforting. Like at least by Yuu's weird standards his curse isn't the major set back he thought it would be and even if things end badly they will still see it as worth it? That's weird, odd, and something he outwardly wants to make fun of but not something he really can when that's what he has come to believe too after his overblot.

Jade and Azul both work really well for this too. Azul because he believes love is inherently exploitable, so the idea that stories end badly in your world just further cements his own bias. The idea that you would consider the bad ending to make things no less real or valuable though, THAT he would need some time with. What do you mean Orpheus fails to save Eurydice is the point of the story? He has a hard time coping with the idea of losing already, adding that into romance as a selling point doesn't make sense from a consultant's point of view. You want to win in the end no? Not just be left ugly crying alone. Jade on the other hand... I just like to see him eat shit on something like this tbh. "Oh I would never do something like that, what an idiot for looking back-" Jade would actually show up at the gates of the underworld and he would still look back because he needs you to be there exactly like the myth foretold and he would be cursing fate the entire time.

I feel like I leave Floyd out of these sort of things so I want to add him here because I feel like he would dismiss the idea of tragedy as a good thing but not because he like. Doesn't think it doesn't exist or something he just doesn't care. He already knows the time you spend together will be enjoyable, and if it ends with death or with him going too close to the sun, well that was the point wasn't it? Kind of like he gets the point but not because of the example given. It's also why I could see him actually successfully making it through to a happy ending. He has this line in Chapter 7 when Lilia is scolding the Octatrio that made me scream because of how good of a job the VA did with it:

And if he says his place is a happy ending I believe he'd make it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #i was prepared to write and post like #actual fic and then an inconvenience occurred #god i should think more about tragedies with the boys #i have some thoughts about a jean of arc coded yuu and rollo #and then like some stuff with azul involving necromancy #don't worry about it

[trudemaethien]

Hi! The random generators (even if I had to use a different one for the words) gave me Hardcase/Comet and evanescent shoe.

Beautiful.

“Nah, that guy’s called Comet because he leaves behind a deceptively sparkly trail of icy debris in his wake. You don’t want to go after him, Hardcase.”

“Maybe I’d like to chase that tail, though,” Hardcase says, staring after the path Comet’s circling around the dance floor. He’s soon lost in the swirling, gyrating throng.

“Torrent pup thinks he want to try and run with wolves?” one of the Wolfpack teases, draping himself over the back of their booth. This is the silver-haired one, and he looks eerie under the colorful lights. His grin has more teeth than are strictly friendly, but he is grinning and slouching and talking to them, so Hardcase smiles back cheerily.

“Sounds like an exhilarating good time,” he says, and across the table Jesse mouths (Sinker) at him, so he adds, “You wanna introduce me, Sinker? I’ll wag my tail and everything; only bite for play.”

Sinker throws back his head and laughs. “Only because I think Comet would get a kick out of you. Come on; what am I introducing you as…Bold, Terror, Audacity?”

“It’s Hardcase.”

Sinker laughs harder, chest shaking against Hardcase’s bicep as he guides them through the crowd. He lets go and gives Hardcase a shove, making him trip and stumble right into the arms of—he looks up and it’s who he asked to meet, Comet, looking down at him bewildered and then up at his smirking brother.

“I brought you a squeaky toy,” Sinker says smugly. “Comet, Hardcase; Hardcase, Comet.”

Comet looks at him again, amused and puzzled. “You…squeak?” Hardcase gets his feet back under himself and straightens his fatigue blouse.

“Bet, if you bite him,” Sinker teases, shoving them together again as he passes them to leave. “Have fun; save the pieces!”

At least Hardcase didn’t trip this time.

“Hi,” he says, “I did not ask him to say that.”

“No, I know; sorry my brother thinks he’s funny.” But Comet looks like he thought it was pretty entertaining too, and his smile has the same sort of teeth as Sinker’s had. No wonder people call the Wolfpack feral.

Hardcase glances over where Jesse and Fletch had been and doesn’t see them, and then feels the sharp pinch of teeth on his neck, and a swipe of warm wet tongue between them. He does make an embarrassingly high noise, and Comet’s snickering becomes giggling becomes full-blown laughter.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says unrepentantly, eyes glittering with glee, and that’s it. This is one grenade these wolves have tried to cook off just a moment too karking long.

Hardcase reels him in and kisses his laughing mouth with more teeth than is nice, and apparently that’s exactly the way these lunatics like it. Comet groans and gives back as good as he’s getting.

Hardcase can’t say he doesn’t like it, himself.

He’s not exactly sure how they get back to the barracks, since it’s hard to observe your surroundings with someone in your face; it’s a blur of making out and moving on autopilot.

The Wolfpack survivors had been given smaller quarters, and it seems they remain in them while regaining battalion strength and retraining all their new arrivals. It’s there that they land. No one else is in, and there’s not a whole lot of discussion why or who’s where, only less and less clothing and more and more enthusiastic touching.

It’s very nice, even if Comet’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Hardcase feels lucky to have gotten to know him like this. He’s a lot of fun, joking and teasing and wrestling.

Telling Comet this turns into round number—are they counting? Nope, they have better things to be doing.

<><>

Hardcase checks the chrono and curses with lighthearted annoyance. “I have formation. Wish I could stay.” He sits up and starts sorting through the mess of fatigues on the floor to separate his out.

“Mmm, I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” Comet says, tracing fingers over his hip and up the line of his tattoo on his back.

Hardcase turns and catches his hand, kissing his knuckles and tucking it away where it can’t start anything else they don’t have time to finish. “I’ll probably have detail all morning, and resupply after midmeal. This evening?”

“We’re taking night watch all this next week,” Comet says regretfully.

“And we leave in two days,” Hardcase adds, further dampening the mood.

“If this is goodbye, come tell me properly,” Comet pulls him in, and kisses him until he’s too distracted to think of being sad.

“Wasn’t it, uh, zero-eight for your formation?” Comet asks against his lips, “because it’s quarter-til.”

“Kriff,” Hardcase says with feeling, and scrambles to his feet. “Where’s my belt, cap…” he mumbles, patting himself down and looking around to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Toss me my other shoe, by the bed?”

Comet wings it at him, and Hardcase barely catches it, turning into the throw with an involuntary shout. Comet, still tangled in his sheets, is cracking up, so Hardcase flings it back at him to shut him up, and immediately regrets it as Comet tucks the shoe under himself and looks prepared to defend it with the utmost shenanigans.

“Hey, no, I need that! Come on, Comet.”

“No, I think I’m keeping this now,” Comet drawls.

“Hhheckkk. Please give it back? I’m already going to be late; you’re going to make me be out of uniform too? And I just got done dealing with the assholes in requisitions,” Hardcase wheedles.

“Take one of mine,” Comet says nonchalantly kicking the lid off his half-slid-out under-bunk kit box. His boot-shoes, worn with both armor and with fatigues are right on top. “Maybe it’ll help you keep your feet.”

Hardcase pauses, instantly more serious. “You’re giving me a piece of your shell?” he asks carefully, reining back his sudden eager interest.

“You did it first,” Comet says easily, but his smile says he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Keep my paint clean, you hear?”

There’s a thin stripe of grey around the edge of the sole. Hardcase’s boots are still unpainted. He hadn’t been joking about just having to draw new ones from supply after his last set had gotten damaged.

“I’ve still got to paint mine,” Hardcase says. “I can do it next time I see you?”

“Yeah,” Comet says, hugging his pillow. “I’d like that.”

Chasing Tail 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903022

#writing prompt #ask answered #fanfiction #star wars tcw #cloneshipping #clones #clone armor #hardcase/comet #clone trooper comet #clone trooper hardcase #wonder what mission 501st is going on now? *coughumbaracough* #wonder why comet has this reputation #and why it wont be changing any time soon #bad luck buddy #🥺😭😭 #im a little evil sry

[doriandrifting]

Mothergate: Alice Creel is B*lly Hargrove’s Mother

Forewarning that I hate Billy, but Murray Bauman said to follow the rabbit hole no matter where it leads, and who am I to doubt him? 🕳🐇

Let’s just get the big thing out of the way first:

Alice Creel died! …Right?

But that leaves a lot unexplained, including when Nancy asks Victor, “Who played the music?” Victor never gives us a straight answer. Which I think gives us a lot of room to speculate that Alice was fighting Henry and changing the music. Let’s also note that Alice’s phrase was, “It’s like a dream,” and the song that saves Victor is “Dream a Little Dream.” This seems like a subtle clue from the writers.

So what happened?

I think that Alice “betrayed” Henry, like El, and refused to join him in his quest for power which included killing their parents. This is the memory that makes him “angry and a little sad.” He uses it to harness his power. If this is the case, Alice’s eyes were bleeding, not because she was dead, but because she exhausted herself fighting Henry. We also see El’s eyes in the same state when she fights Henry. To me, it seems she somehow managed to fake her death:

There’s also some strange inconsistencies reported about her death:

There’s no way Alice was meant to be older than our main characters, and at least 3 years older than Henry. They show her running around on a playground, and overall acting and dressing like a little kid. And not in a struggling to mature way—just genuinely a child. What that means about her fake death, I’m not exactly sure, but something’s definitely off. (Sidenote, but it’s also weird that there’s issues with both Will and Alice’s 15th birthday, right?)

Anyway, let’s take a look at the description of Billy’s Mother:

In terms of the other main theory that Karen is Henry’s sister, Billy’s mother’s physical description more closely resembles Alice. Alice has blue eyes and blonde hair. Karen’s hair is a mousy brown in the first season and her eyes are brown. Alice wears a hat with a blue ribbon when we first meet her.

The red flowers are such an interesting touch considering the Creel’s iconic door:

Another subtle clue might be that one of the only things we know about her is that she has a friend named Wendy. Wendy—another classic fairytale name. What a strange thing for them to tell us, when we don’t even know her name.

The biggest, and my favorite clue happens throughout all of Season Four:

Surfer Boy.

This is so on the nose it hurts. (I hope you read that in Will’s voice. You were meant to.) Billy was literally a Surfer Boy in California, and we see this first hand in the memory of his mother. Why call back to this for no reason?

In Season Four, Max is being tormented by visions of Billy shown to her by Vecna, the Cali Crew is in a Surfer Boy Van, and Nancy is piecing together a puzzle about a “grandpa murderer” and a red rose door that she’s seen before. It all adds up as the perfect reference to this specific scene.

Besides the references to the actual scene itself, there’s a big clue that we see in Season Two when Max is introduced, and again this Season with Eddie—the Micheal Myers’ mask. In the Halloween Movies, Micheal Myers is suffering from “the Curse of Thorn” (another reference to roses). In order to break the curse, he must kill everyone in his bloodline, and the one he really struggles to kill is his sister. (Parallels Henry trying to kill his whole family, but failing because of his sister.)

Lots of references to 20 in Season Four and, in H20, Micheal Myers has a sister that fakes her death and relocates to California! Go figure!

That also addresses the biggest issue with the Karen as Alice theory. It would make no sense for Karen Wheeler to stay in Hawkins, because she’d be at risk of Brenner taking her too if she was Alice Creel. How the Hargrove/Mayfield family ended up back in Hawkins sans Billy’s runaway mother is anyone’s guess, but there’s too many coincidences…and it could explain why Billy and Max were such strong targets.

And let’s not forget that the episode where we first see the memory of Billy’s mother is called “E Pluribus Unum" or “Out of many, one.” A direct nod to Henry’s secret identity in the title of the very episode that we meet a random woman who’s sheer memory is enough to bring down the Mind Flayer? That’s Alice Creel, babygirl.

#byler #bc I want y’all to see it sorry GSJSJKSJSKS #stranger things #fan theory #vecna #henry creel #alice creel #mothergate #TW fake blood #tw violence

[facelesswrittes]

Summery: The story revolves around Kim y/n, a hardworking and honest teenager who unwillingly enters a to-the-death tournament called the oddinary season. where combatants fight with magic and Heroes from throughout history for a chance to have their wishes granted. Through this new experience she's pared up with a certain red hair boy who I may add has a thing for red apples.

Word count:

Paring: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, death, fighting, blood, romance and grief?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows, almond shaped sea rover-blue eyes. defined cheekbones that went perfectly along with his sharp nose. His hair was a quite the odd color, red. Bloody red. He moved with a leopard-like grace that somehow send shivers down your spine. “So, I think it’s pretty safe to assume you’ll be my master for the time being.” His voice hadn’t been any different for what you had imagined. He had a deep voice. Not one that was to deep, but just right. An earthy scent swirled around him. And it took all your will not to stutter.

“Yes, that’s right.” You stood only a mare foot away from the taller male. And somehow his presence made you feel expose, as if he could read you like a book in a matter of seconds.

“Well, princess.” He stepped even closer, his hot breath now on your skin. “This is no child’s play. So don’t joke around and bring me my real master.” His plump lips turned up into what you assumed was a smirk. If it hadn’t been for his previous statement you would have found his behavior dangerously attractive.

“Well I’ll have you know that I am no child. You and me have been linked, and as your master you well, wether you like it or not, Fallow my rules and orders.” You confidently exclaim, putting up the hand in which the marking of your contract was made. As to prove your point, silencing any other doubts the man could possibly have.

His sharp gaze was fixed on the back of your hand which held the mark. Then he looked back at his own hand to find the same symbol written down. “You have to be kidding me… a little kid out of all people?” He mutter to himself, however you heard it clearly.

“I’m eighteen years old!!” You grit your teeth, practical shouting at the man before you. Although he didn’t bother caring, instead he stand up putting a hand to his chin.

“Okay we can make this work.” He began. “Just stay out of my way and I’ll make sure to win this war, easy right?”

This made your chest explode with anger, this guy has really been testing your patience. It didn’t take you long to know that he was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Might as well through out the whole list of “server must not.” Out the window.

How did a well behave student such as you end up in this situation anyways?

Well…

Born and raised in a family of maidens, you have had to experience far more things then any teenager should have. As though fate had wished the worst upon your innocent being.

You where there when grief had eaten your fathers soul away. You where there when your mother had fallen to bed. And you where there, shearing the feelings of your father as he took the gift from the gods to bring delicacy and luxury as well as health to your family’s lives. Saving a precious soul from being taken away from his grasp. But at what cause.

Your family had been stained, stained with blood that wasn’t yours. Trapped in an endless loop of participation in such a cruel event. And now it all came down to you. The day to come when you would turn 18, you would participate much like your father in this blood thirsty games.

When an envelope showed up at your front door a week after your birthday, on a much normal day, you hadn’t thought much of it. Until you saw your fathers horror while reading the small paper. You knew it was finally your time to participate.

And upon summoning a noble phantom to fight along side you, you were graced with the unfortunate luck of being pared up with probably the most arrogant cocky person you have ever come across with.

But being the natural heartwarming person you where you had a little spark of hope. “May I know what type of noble phantom do I have the pleasure to meet?”

This made his smirk return only this time it was double the size. “Caster.”

Suddenly everything clicked in. His behavior, how cocky he was, it all made sense now. Of course he had to be a caster.

“Right.” You clear your throat before continuing. “I’ll put it to you this way. Casters are know to be bad luck. There powers are a mystery, not to forget there behavior is unacceptable.”

The mans eyes widened before placing a hand to his chest in a dramatic attempt for you to feel bad.

“There also known for betraying there masters, I will not allow that from you.” You pointed an accusing finger. “If so I’ll take my own life and you well disappear.”

“Smart girl.” He chuckled stepping back from your figure. “I got you all wrong, maybe you are a proper mage.”

“Of course I am, who do you take me as?” Crossing your arms around your chest, you took a step back. Your eyebrows pulling together while your eyes scanned the male from the tips of his hair all the way down to his shoes, which where a pair of nice black leather boots. This man new how to dress. When it came to fashion he must really be on trends. His black jeans matched perfectly with his motorcycle black jacket with the letters H.J. Printed to the side of it.

That reminds you, you didn’t quite catch his name…

“So we agreed that your a caster, should I call you caster from now on or would you prefer your real name?” They say curiosity killed the cat, but you where too intrigued to find out more about him now.

Letting this opportunity go to waste would be a sin. Plus, this was just a normal step that would be necessary for your future bond as master and servant.

The man, who paid you barley a glance, was more then indeed gorgeous. Something frightening in your case. However the spark of genuine curiosity from you couldn’t be contained.

“Hyunjin.” He spoke clearly, not wanting to repeat himself with the little lack of patience he seems to have. “You can call me that or caster. I will be satisfied with whatever name my master decides to call me anyway.”

“I’m Kim y/n, but since you and me we’ll be stuck together for quite a while let’s break the formalities, you may call me y/n.” You finished, never breaking the eye contract with the male.

“As you wish, master.” He leaned over the wall just a few feet away from you, his attention openly driving to the door of your house.

“Should we get straight into business?”

Silence.

He didn’t respond instead he focused on staring directly at the door.

It was odd. Very odd at that. But you decided not to question it.

“Hyunjin,”

A blink was all you received from the taller male.

“Hyunjin?!”

His head snap towards your direction, his hand going to his mouth, placing his index finger straight on his lips, a motion to silence you. Which unquestionably worked.

It all stayed dead quiet. Way to quiet for your liking. All there was is your innocent self having a stare down with the older male. The tension that created was unbearable, but you figure this man had a reason for wanting the place as quiet as it is. The thought of that made your heart rate increase. Was there already someone after both of your tails?

After what seem like hours of pure silence you finally took it upon yourself to break it only to regret it in a matter of seconds. “Hyun-“

“Found you.”

An amused laugh fallowed as the, hidden figure emerged from the shadows. “I could sense your presence from a mile away.” It was a boy who spoke. A pair of beautiful light blue eyes connected to your gaze. He was surprisingly tall. His hair was a mix of both blond and white which suited his eyes perfectly, and there sharp shape. Cute freckles adorned his pale cheeks. He was adorable, completely throwing off how deep his voice truly was.

This has to be a joke…. Only a few minutes ago you summon your servant and your already getting attacked? Well… people did say casters where bad luck.

You refuse to believe this is any of your partners doing. Shaking your head from side to side to relive the thought.

“Y/n,” hyunjins voice had a nice ringing to your name, coming out so naturally from his lips as if he had said it millions of times. It almost impressed you how well it fell out of his throat. “Get out of here!”

Right. If something where to happen to you (god forbid) your death. Hyunjin would disappear as well. However if hyunjin was defeated you would have no protection against other mages. Both ways led to a dead end.

The most reasonable thing to do was to fallow what hyunjin said, if you knew what abilities and powers hyunjin has. But you don’t. So there’s absolutely no way that you we’ll leave him where there’s more then a hundred percent chance he we’ll get killed.

It could be a trap.

“I said run!”

If looks could kill you’d definitely be dead with the way hyunjin was staring at you.

For a moment you doubted yourself, Taking a step back. All it took for you to start a sprint was the blond male raveling his swords. He was a saber.

Before you even process it your legs where already taking you elsewhere. Sprinting out the door into the empty streets without a look behind. Being afraid that if you did you’d slow down into his reach.

But you where wrong. Terribly wrong.

There was no screaming, all there was is the smell of burning flesh. And the red warm liquid running down your partners back.

He had taken the hit for you. Wrapping his arms around your frame leaving his back exposed where now a deep cut was precent.

His scent remain the same. Intoxicating despite the metallic smell around the air.

Pain or joy, you doubt it felt it.

He was just numb.

There was no screams of agony nor tears of pain. It was all quiet.

For a moment you wonder if he was a human at all. But the way his eyes glued to yours, making sure you where still intact made your heart skip a beat.

Funny enough, after a while— he stood up. As if his back hadn’t just been pierced by a sharp blade. As if blood wasn’t running down his back.

“Hyunjin..?”

Your voice was filled with worry, making him turn his head to you. But no words left his lips.

“I’m impressed, you are quite fast.” You where so worried about hyunjin you had completely forgotten about the enemy.

Hyunjin looks directly at his eyes, his hands clenched up making a fist. The blonde man swings his sword with intensity that it made a whistle sound.

Making Hyunjin immediately back away, then gives out a hard roundhouse kick to the saber’s face. The blonde man gets furious and stabs Hyunjin’s leg at an impossible speed. blood spilling out, but as this happens Hyunjin punches his side intensely. The saber doesn’t give out a flinch and pulls his sword up more towards his upper legs revealing Hyunjins open skin.

Hyunjin grabs the sword and pulls it out showing the sword with crimson red flowing down onto the saber’s hands. Hyunjin using his other hand grabs the saber’s arm and with barely movement swiftly pushed saber, Sending the saber back in his step.

You run towards Hyunjin, determine to help, but you where meet with his cold expression.”Y/N BACK OFF,” his eyes snapping towards yours. And you knew you had no choice but to do as he said. You’d only get on his way you told yourself. However the blood running down his body told you otherwise. Your inner self screaming for you to help him.

But before you could even get your body to move further, hyunjin was already caught up in an intense fight. Your eyes barely even being able to make out what was happening.

But you knew this was it. A fight between servants. What your father had been preparing you for over a decade. And you where standing there pathetically as your servant fought for your life and his own.

And as always, immediate regret followed suit.

You couldn’t just let what your fathers hard work go to waist. And with the recent found adrenaline you lunched yourself forward, taking a hold of the saber’s sword before he could use his deadly swing again.

Hyunjins voice rang in your ears, but you couldn’t understand what he was yelling. All you could think of was stoping the fight.

“Well aren't you a interesting sight?" There was a knowing smirk plastered on the blonde's face. shiver traveled through Your bones and you couldn't help but stare.

The stranger took a step forward, closing the already tiny gap between you. “I’m afraid my master is already calling for me, we’ll have to continue this another day.” A mere whisper and a smirk shouldn't be this alluring, but it was!

Before you knew it the man before you was already gone. Leaving nothing but the gust of wind and the flickering streetlight in the distance behind.

The only reminder that he was ever there was the bruises and cuts in Hyunjins pale body. Which brings you back to the real important thing.

His body felt heavy, heavier than usual. His weak body was infuriating to him. And there was nothing he wished more then to curse himself for what he was given. Though, should he really blame his body for this?

Maybe it was all merely an excuse to console himself. To not think about his true weakness. But, it didn't redirect his self-anger.

“Shit..” he cursed under his breath, your ears barley able to catch on it. You assumed his body was in a burning pain that you wished to relive. But it wasn’t in your hands.

With a sigh, hyunjin leaned on to your body. Having no strength to carry himself up. He thought of nothing else but how pathetic he must have looked

But seeing your unwavering face as you tried helping him, he doubted he had any saying.

More than anything, he hated being a burden or a charity-case. But having only been summoned he hadn’t quite adjusted to your aura. Which only meant his healing would take longer then it should have.

Only in times like these, did you truly notice From afar the hyunjin was gorgeous...and from up close, he was enchanting.

Even in the state he currently was his beauty remain.

Was it sad? That even knowing hyunjin was nothing but a noble phantom who would disappear when the war came to an end, you still took a moment to gaze at those soft lips?

It was…

⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍

You had done your best to take care of the male. His chest cover in soft bandages that you wrapped. However you had never took care of injuries this serious. You nearly felt embarrassed about the mess you had made trying to help him out. However he gave no comment on it.

Maybe his body was still tired from fighting saber. fighting saber truly took a toll on his body, you doubted the pain had gone away.

“I thought.. servants where able to heal themselves…” the question was stupid, however genuine curiosity took the best of you.

Bad move.

His head turn to your direction, his dark blue eyes forcing a glare. “I was just summoned, my body hasn’t quite adjusted to your aura master. It we’ll take a while for my body to get use to it.”

And there he goes, going back to calling you master when you thought you finally Brocken formalities.

“What about saber? He was pretty strong. You think it’s been a while since he was summoned?”

“I don’t think so, it didn’t give me that impression anyway. His master must have a an incredible amount of aura, He has yet to still reach his full potential.” Hyunjin leaned against the railing of the bed, his gaze locking on yours. “I don’t mean to offend you master, but your aura is a little lacking. So if we wanna defeat saber we’ll have to wait.”

Your cheeks heated up, a huff escaping your lips before crossing your arms. “Jerk.”

“Hear me out, your aura is quite strong. Stronger then any normal mage, maybe that’s the reason I find it hard to adjust to it. Nevertheless your my ideal type for a mage.”

This made your head shoot to his direction. Your cheeks turning radder then they should have.

“However…” he halted for a moment his gaze flickering from your figure to somewhere else. “I particularly dislike your way of thinking.” Waiting for a few moments, the servant expected a response.

But your confused state didn’t allow you to do so. You where unsure what he was referring to.

All you did was stare making him sigh further.

“To you we have already lost. I don’t know what the reason may be, if it’s Because I’m a caster or because saber scares you. But I don’t care. I despise it when people doubt my ability’s. I well win this war, and you well swallow all the discouraging thoughts you may have.” Determined, he pushed himself off the bed. Sending one of his infamous glares your way.

the cautious rays of the moon illuminated his frame. His skin practically glowing under the moons shine. It was a breathtaking sight. You’d be lying to say it hadn’t amazed you. You had almost lost what you had been conversing about, thankfully doe, you had been unconsciously listening. A habit you where forced to get into thanks to constantly having your head in the clouds.

Your lips turn up into a smile, not being able to hold it back with the confident stare he was sending you. “We’ll see about that, caster. Make me root my words.”

You lightly chuckled, pushing the male back to bed. "But for now rest up, we won't advance until your all healed up, so tomorrow I'll show you around the city."

With a hum, he let him self rest in the comfortable mattress. His eyelids growing heavier as a reminder of how tired he truly was. He had been pushing the feeling away as much as he could, but in the end he couldn't. Instead letting his eyes close driving him into a peaceful sleep. A much needed one at that.

Over the past three years, your father had prayed maybe even bagged for you to posses saber durning this season. Knowingly that saber was probably the most powerful and skilled between servants. And now you had taken a look to his power, surely they where no lies.

However.. for some reason, you weren't upset for what you had gotten. You had grown to accept it, seeing that your servant was pretty capable of providing you protection. You where an odd pair, anyone could see that. Polar opposites. But you felt that both your auras where dancing in harmony. That could only mean one thing. Your bond would grow to be strong.

You wonder if your father would be disappointed. Mad even. He had always said you had a much to kind heart. The last thing he ever wanted was the war to ruin that demeanor.

The old lady toma had said something similar. Convincing your father that your inner self would never allow you to win the war, surely leading you to your own death instead.

It wasn't that being kind was much of a problem. In fact it was the in capability of taking another's life.

You had always set your mind to something, a goal you so much wanted to achieve. For your father, for your mother and for everyone in the oddinary season.

You would win the oddinary season, with no blood stained in your hands, to wish upon the gods to end such an event. Saying it was rather simple, however actually achieving it was the tuff part.

Your eyes settle at the man before you. You weren't alone anymore, you where one step closer to your goal. Right now you felt pretty invincible, making a smile take over your lips.

#kpop x reader #kpopidol #kpop boys #stray kids #hyunjin #stray kids requests #stray kids reactions #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix #yandere skz

[heyimspade]

ALRIGHT SO EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!

This is my character for Hogwarts Legacy right?

Looks kinda like me. I like to keep a consistent and professional look. The dark arts full set is equipped because I look amazing in it.

My "signature" hat of choice for every occasion is included because I'm fucking obsessed with this particular type of hat and the cops can't stop me from wearing it either irl or in game.

And of course my name... my actual name as my character because THIS IS MY SELF INSERT CHARACTER MOM BEING A POTTERHEAD ISN'T A PHASE.

Now lets cut to that sweeeeet motherfucking chase

As other players are aware, there is a certain someone in this game that plays an.... oh sooooo very vital role in this story.

Now, I'm not a Gryffindore, nor a Slitherin.

AND I SURE AS HELL AIN'T NO HUFFLEPUFF

I am a Ravenclaw, which directly translates to "Fuck them Slytherin bitches, I'm one amazing son of a gun."

But this particular character piqued my interest.

This character (stereotypically of course) teaches you not one

Not two

BUT ALL THREE OF THE UNFORGIVABLE CURSES

Now, my original plan was to gain his trust.

Pretend to be his so-called "Best Friend" until a certain fateful moment.

I would help him save his sister as a repayment for teaching me the 3 curses. An epitaph if you would.

After saving his sister however, without hesitation, the fruits of my labor would unfold.

I would use the imperi curse to make him curse his own first name, right in front of his sister. I would then make him lock his sister inside her house, then promptly, let him attack every other NPC in the village.

I would then make him go back inside the house, where I would follow, then make him sit down in front of his sister, I would then release the imperi and cast Crucio while his sister watches. Then, after listening to the beautiful sounds of his suffering, his agony, his humiliation for TRUSTING ME...

The last thing he'll see, as he looks to his sisters eyes, is the flash of green reflecting off her, aimed towards him, with the encantation being loudly and obnoxiously spoken...

"AVADA KADAVRA BEEEEEETCH."

Unfortunately, spells and charms can not be used on other students unless during duels. I figured this out only AFTER learning crucio.

So, I'm left with no other choice. I'm already too deep. Can't back down now.

I would like everyone to meet my ACTUAL best friend. Sebastian Sallow.

The Dark Arts Duo! Sebastian and Sebastian!

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to add more things to my Nymphadora Tonks shrine. So sad that she died before I got to have a piece of DAT AYUSS.

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #the wizarding world #wizard #sebastian sallow #warnerbrothers #video games #fantasy #fantasy rp

[fenharel-apologist94]

ITS YOUR TURN TO WRITE WITH PLAYING CARDS

from that prompt list

This was so funnnn thank yooou <3 Prompt list

Kieran was a man of many talents. 

He had slayed demons, sealed Rifts. He had saved all of Thedas from a Blight-addled magister bent on tearing the world apart. Hell, he had even survived reality falling apart around him. 

And yet he could not survive a game of Wicked Grace. 

Kieran stared hard at his hand, trying to keep the bewilderment from entering his expression while his brain scrambled to make sense of his cards. They had told him the rules at the start of the game, but nearly ten rounds in, Kieran still couldn’t tell if he had a good hand or not.

Across from him, Josephine and Varric traded smiles and banter as one would dance around a ballroom full of knives. Teeth flashed, coins glittered, and they maneuvered around each other with a grace forged by experience. Kieran was a fish out of water, by comparison. 

At least he wasn’t the only one struggling. Kieran cast a quick glance over the top of his cards at Cullen. As per the rules established by Varric, those who lost all of their coins had to bet their clothes – and Cullen was down to his undershirt and trousers. Kieran had fared a bit better, limping along with a few coins left. 

A voice, low and bemused, breathed in his ear.

“I would fold, if I were you.” 

Heat rushed to Kieran’s face and he snapped his cards close to his chest. His gaze shot towards where Solas was leaning towards him – too close, Kieran realized with a flush. He forced a reproachful scoff over the thundering beat of his heart. 

“And I would avoid cheating, if I were you,” Kieran retorted. Solas’ eyes glinted with mirth as he straightened. Kieran couldn’t help but eye his substantially larger pile of coins.

Solas grinned. “Observation is not cheating.”

“Is that what you call ‘looking at someone else’s cards’?” Kieran carefully angled his hand to review it again, but it was in vain. Each card was different and he still didn’t know what they meant. He folded them out of sight. 

“I do not need to see your cards to know that you lack the confidence necessary to bluff your way out of a bad hand.” Solas said to him, before pushing several coins towards the middle of the table and announcing, “I raise.” 

Kieran silently counted up Solas’ addition and cursed. It exceeded what he had left. As the others grumbled and threw in their lots or folded, his mind raced through his options. 

He could fold. He should fold. His hand was essentially indecipherable to him and it didn’t seem likely he would win. But Solas’ jibe had gotten under his skin more than he would care to admit, so he shoved the remainder of his coins into the pool. 

“Hold on, there, Greenie!” Varric protested. “Rules are rules, and that’s not –”

“That’s not enough, I know. I’m also wagering my shirt,” Kieran swiftly cut in. 

“Oh, Inquisitor…are you sure you want to do that?” Josephine’s smile was kinder than the ones she had been giving Varric. 

“Quite sure.” Kieran glanced sideways and locked eyes with Solas. The mage’s grin grew wider, wolfish. 

“I raise again,” Solas said, moving more coins into the pool. Varric swore from between his teeth and threw his cards onto the table, folding. Cullen followed suit. Josephine wavered, glancing between Kieran and Solas. 

He’s bluffing. Kieran narrowed his eyes and said, “I wager my socks.” 

Solas maintained their locked gaze and tossed a couple more coins. A giggle escaped Josephine, and she delicately placed her cards facedown on the table. 

“I’ll admit, I am most eager to see how this plays out,” she snickered. 

“I’m sure Chuckles is thinking the same thing,” pointed out Varric, earning another laugh from Josephine. 

Solas’ gray eyes were electric. Fold, Keiran could all but hear him dare. A thrill bubbled through Kieran, more intoxicating than any ale. 

“I’ll add in my trousers and call.” 

Varric and Josephine erupted into a cascade of anticipatory cheers, and Cullen’s permanent scowl deepened. Solas let the tension linger for a moment before laying his hand for the table to see. It must have been a decent hand, Kieran supposed, based on Varric’s feigned concern and Josephine’s genuine surprise. 

Kieran sucked in a breath to steady himself and sent a quick prayer to Mythal for her blessing. If he lost, he would be down to his underclothes. In front of Cullen. And in front of Solas.

He opened his hand. 

Everyone at the table stilled, staring at his cards. A bead of sweat formed at the base of his neck.

Legend had it Mythal was sometimes fickle… had his prayers gone unanswered? 

Then, Varric leaned forward and shuffled his hand into a different arrangement. Solas let out a sharp, fenedhis that startled Kieran. 

“A royal flush! You had us going there for a second, Greenie,” Varric crowed. 

“Indeed,” muttered Solas. 

“Thank Mythal,” Kieran gasped, quickly reaching for the pile of gold. He couldn’t help shooting Solas a triumphant smirk. “How’s that for confidence?”

A snort escaped Solas. His wolfish smile was gone, replaced by an expression of careful consideration. The twin branches of Kieran’s Vallaslin burned under his gaze. 

“Better confidence than Mythal’s favor,” he muttered, too softly for anyone but Kieran to hear him. 

#huehuehuehueheue this was very fun #kieran lavellan #writing prompts #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #solas dragon age #heheheeheheheehehehehe #Yet Another Dragon Age Fanfic #yadaf

[altairattorney]

Wolf as a tool

HELLO SEKIROS

I am here to pester you again about how Sekiro makes me cry, brought to you by stray thoughts I had while I was taking a bath yesterday.

I was reminiscing about a conversation I once had with a Tumblr user (still looking for the convo, will @ you as soon as possible) about the role of Isshin in the story. We established back then that Isshin is the other driving force and mastermind alongside Owl, whose influence is more evident but much smaller and with a smaller scope. For one, Isshin is the person who kicks Wolf back into action, but there are many other examples.

While I reminisced, I was being amused by how Isshin unleashed this head empty no thoughts shinobi into the wild and casually let him decimate Ashina’s already struggling army. But that thought froze me in my tracks and turned dark very quickly.

At first glance, Wolf killing everything he meets on the way of Ashina Castle seems surreal and gameplayish, and something the supposed ruler of Ashina would never allow. The problem is, when you think twice about it it makes perfect sense.

What Isshin is really trying to do is to stop Genichiro. He considers Ashina to be as good as dead, and he is repulsed by his increasingly desperate attempts to get at least some form of immortality. With summoning Wolf, Isshin is killing two birds with one stone: he knows that he will stop at nothing to get to Kuro, and on the way will very helpfully eliminate more of Genichiro’s dwindling army.

In other words: even if it is more nuanced than that, Isshin belongs in the number of the characters who are using Wolf as a tool for their own benefit. (Edit: Forgot to add that that is literally how he is perceived on his job, it just has more profound implications for the story.) Just like Owl, Isshin is counting on his blind loyalty and his absolute obedience to do some of the dirty work for him, as collateral.

And that led me to think - what is Kuro doing then?

At first glance, Kuro’s situation might look like it is exactly the same. He made Wolf immortal without his consent, and he is now asking him to do incredibly dangerous things in order to further his own goal. But the thing is, the similarities start to look weaker as soon as you look more into it.

First of all, Kuro is the only character whose aim is deeply altruistic. He wants to erase the Heritage from the face of the world, so that its cycle of pain, illness and death never affects anyone else. More on that soon.

Secondly, Kuro has no better option in any way. He is fragile and alone in the world, unable to perform the terrible tasks that lie in between him and his goal.

But here comes the biggest difference of them all: Kuro is the only character who sees Wolf as a person, not a thing to use to further his own end.

The element that gives us this information beyond a shadow of a doubt is that he feels tremendously guilty about the entire situation. He feels guilty to have made Wolf his oathbound, even despite the fact he would do it again in a heartbeat to save him. He feels guilty about bearing the curse and being its coveted vessel, incapable of defending himself. He feels guilty that Wolf almost died to protect him, and is now caught in an endless immortality loop every time he is hurt.

Above all, though, what he feels guilty about is that Wolf is suffering, will not stop suffering as long as he serves him, and will not stop serving him for any reason.

Kuro is very emotionally intelligent and already knows how Wolf’s endless obedience was beaten into him by his monster of a father. With that knowledge, he knows obedience to his own requests will be no different despite the enormous cost it will come at. And because Kuro loves Wolf very much and sees him as a person, his suffering affects him tremendously. He feels responsible for the way Wolf will continue to hurt himself to help him, and feels defeated because he knows there is no other option.

And even then, with this dynamic playing a big role in the deep tragedy of this story, the game has a way of proving to us that protecting Kuro is Wolf’s active choice.

Aside from what he says to Owl - he will carve his own path, as his master does, and break the Iron Code - Wolf’s very action are pointing to this fact. The most obvious example is the very existence of the Purification ending. The second Wolf overhears Kuro talking about his future death, the path to discussing it with Emma opens up, and it is Wolf’s own active decision to pursue another path that may save Kuro’s life. As I said before, the choice system represents Wolf’s agency, and the very fact Purification becomes an option canonically shows he is able to think for himself beyond discussion.

So, to recap:

When it comes to Wolf, Owl has contempt for a broken tool, Isshin has a playful liking of a very well-oiled tool, and Kuro regrets (the way he sees it) causing a person he loves to suffer. On the other hand, Wolf learns from Kuro to choose for himself, and it’s not hard to see whom he decides to stay loyal to.

#sekiro #sekiro meta

[talenlee]

A Cursed JPG

A Cursed JPG

I am a millenial of a particular age. One of the habits I have is that I am prone to trying to save things. I used to save IRC logs when I was a kid, and it took me a long time to get around to putting that habit behind me when I realised I was saving redundant logs that other computer programs were saving. Discord is a resource I search regularly, checking back on when I brought up other topics with my friends, that kind of thing.

I am circling around the way this story makes me selfconscious.

This is also why I’m not sharing any visual examples.

Anyway, so I grew up with a habit of saving files. These days I try not to bookmark everything but there was a time when my bookmark folder was immensely overfilled, and then a lot of services I got used to would ask me to add likes or saves or hearts to things so I could find them later, which I did not like. I actually really liked usenet for this reason because you could go to a newsgroup, download a giant pile of posts, and make your responses to them while offline, then upload them all at once. On one level, I was familiar with an internet where every file is eight letters then a dot then three letters.

I like email.

Anyway, uh, yeah, so anyway, watermarks are great! I like when images have watermarks on them so I can find where they came from. That’s great for archiving because then the thing I’m archiving has the source for them when I want to go back and find them anew. And so I save things and they go in my download directory and then I come back and work out where they go and ultimately, I eventually delete them. I mean there’s nothing in that folder that’s too old —

Well, today there’s nothing in the folder that’s old, for reasons we’ll get into.

Anyway, have you ever looked at how instagram looks under the hood? Streaming media really battered this desire to save local copies of things, where a youtube series is largely going to be ephemeral and I can’t play local copies, ever. That makes them a lot more like leaving the radio on while I work than necessarily something I habitually archive. I save links, I make sure I point people to the history I have with it when I find a channel, but I mean, we all bathe in a shower of content that’s basically constantly marinating our brains. Showers? Marinating? Beaugh, you know what I mean.

Point is that instagram is a source of a lot of interesting kinds of things I want to look at. Sometimes it’s maps, sometimes it’s high quality photographs of toys I don’t want to buy, sometimes it’s landscapes, sometimes it’s game asset art, sometimes it’s game layouts, all sorts of stuff. It is also, if you’re not aware, a website where people can post pictures of themselves, and network with people who want to see those pictures of themselves.

If you’ve ever looked at instagram, not the things the site presents, but the structure of the site’s code, you might be surprised how much of instagram is containers to put every other part of instagram in, which is, itself, mostly containers. Like you may look at any given page and go ‘well, there’s a picture here, buttons to go to the next picture here and here, and a comment section here,’ and think that means the site is broadly, three sections and you can bounce between them but no, the site is hundreds of subdivided sections into sections into sections into sections and they’re all being generated by the finest of computer touchers, and they’re not made for humans to look at. They’re made for a computer to look at, and that shows up in the files and variable names.

Did you know that Youtube tries to make sure the codes for any given video doesn’t form a word? Yeah, It’s made up of letters and numbers and they block a bunch of things that could be words. It’s a good practice, I get it, so you don’t get companies rerolling videos trying to make it so they get a really good tag for a thing, instead of just making each instance of a video name completely garbled. The filenames, the signifiers, aren’t used for people to handle. And that means they don’t have to be recognisable. Why should they be?

If you want to save a file off instagram, you open up the dev tools, pop open the div div div div div div tree all the way down to get to the image you’re looking for, pop that open into a new tab, then save that file. They’re usually watermarked so you can find them again, too, so it isn’t something I think about when I save the file. Bring it into the incoming directory, then sort them out later.

And this is how I found my cursed file.

I had an image in my incoming recently, where the file name was over 200 characters long. Do you know what this does to a windows 7 machine? Because somehow, my browser could create this file, somehow my explorer could find this file and open this file, but at that point the ability to interact with the file ends. I can’t edit it. I can’t save over it. I can’t rename it. I can copy the visual information from the image while it’s open and put it into another file, the image is totally standard visual information, but the file itself presented itself as being somehow wrong.

I wound up exploring some really weird avenues to get rid of this file. Delete. Ctrl-delete. Delete in a command prompt. Delete in a powershell. Delete everything in the directory, and see that left alone. Delete it in blocks. Delete it in a group.

Nope.

Nope, this file is wrong.

This file that you somehow made is refusing to be deleted. The eye of the operating system slides off it, when it’s required to interact with it in the wrong ways.

BE NOT AFRAID.

Anyway, what I wound up doing was clearing out the entire directory, making a copy of it, then with nothing in it but this one image, deleting that directory, then re-creating the directory and moving everything back into it, and praying the system didn’t react badly to it. That seems to have gotten rid of it.

This is a nothing story! It’s not remarkable beyond ‘I encountered a weird file,’ and I’m not used to being defied by windows explorer! But the way I wound up telling the story to Fox as I tried to work out what to do all kept circling around the picture and me being awkward and finding tangents.

‘cos the image, if you’re curious, was a picture of a pretty lady’s boobs.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Diary

[lucasttrpg]

I always found the 2e spell mechanics to be the best of all editions, it has changes in the core rules, it doesn't follow a pattern, some are unbalanced with chaotic effects and on top of that they are very well written. Despite being mini mechanics often foreign to the d20 roll system (yeah I know that 2e has THAC0, roll under skills etc), in very little texts the rules/mechanics are well explained, some obviously have excessive crunchiness/complications, but who am I to judge?

In this blog post I made a small text compilation of these spells and I will try to suggest examples on how I would use these mechanics in my own games.

I dedicated a few hours to this research, which is not very in-depth, and therefore I am completely open to suggestions and contributions. Also the mechanics I will explore and expand on here may or may not be used in some future game, but either way this can be used by anyone.

I won't compile all the spell text just the highlights, anyway the texts are easily found in a simple google search.

So without further ado, let's check it out:

Remove Curse

“The reverse of the spell is not permanent; the bestow curse lasts for one turn for every experience level of the wizard casting the spell. It causes one of the following effects (roll percentile dice):

Between 1 and 50 bestow curse lowers one ability of the subject to 3 (the DM determines which by random selection)

Between 51 and 75 bestow curse worsens the subject's attack rolls and saving throws by -4

Between 76 and 00 bestow curse makes the subject 50% likely per turn to drop whatever it is holding (or simply do nothing, in the case of creatures not using tools)

It is possible for a wizard to devise his own curse, and it should be similar in power to those given (the DM has final say).”

This is one of the simplest ones, but it is quite illustrative. I'm using the reverse spell system, here as an example, but a d% roll is not the logical thing to use in a d20 system, plus randomness (on a higher result of it  causes the target to drop an object WTF? ) I actually love it!

Let’s picture a minimalist game based on curses with effects on an expanded table of d%, with random and dangerous effects, but which over time become controllable, generating some autonomy to the curser, for example per level they can choose two effects numerically above or below of the result in this %(100) table.

Vision

“When a wizard wishes to gain supernatural guidance, he casts a vision spell, calling upon whatever power he desires aid from and asking a question that will be answered with a vision. Two six-sided dice are rolled. If they total 2 to 6, the power is annoyed and refuses to answer the question; instead, the power causes the wizard to perform some service (by an ultrapowerful geas or quest). If the dice total 7 to 9, the power is indifferent and gives some minor vision, though it may be unrelated to the question. If the dice total 10 or better, the power grants the vision.

The material component of the spell is the sacrifice of something valued by the spellcaster or by the power supplicated. The more precious the sacrifice, the better the chance of spell success. A very precious item grants a bonus of +1 to the dice roll, an extremely precious item adds +2, and a priceless item adds +3.”

This is the mother fucker PBTA’s core rule!!!

I guess it doesn't need more explanation, if you ever played PBTA games you will get it, I don’t know if Vicent was already thinking about this, but the resemblance is very clear, and I don't think he was wrong if it is really an inspiration. After all, this post is exactly about this.

Death spell

“When a death spell is cast, it snuffs out the life forces of creatures in the area of effect instantly and irrevocably. Such creatures cannot be raised or resurrected, but an individual slain in this manner might be brought back via a wish. The number of creatures that can be slain is a function of their Hit Dice. (See book for table ).

In other words, from the 4d20 roll subtract the number of creatures of less than 2 Hit Dice (these creatures die). If there are any remaining points from the 4d20 roll, subtract 2 for each creature of 2 to 4 Hit Dice (these creatures also die). If this still doesn't use up all the 4d20 roll, subtract 10 for each creature of 4+1 to 6+3 Hit Dice, and so on. Stop when all the creatures are dead, all the 4d20 roll is used up, or the remainder is less than half the CF of any remaining creatures. (If the remainder is one-half or more of the CF of a creature, that creature dies.)

For example, a mixed group of 20 goblins, eight gnolls, and four ogres, led by a hill giant, are caught in the area of a death spell. The 4d20 roll gives a total of 53 points; 20 of this eliminates the goblins (20 x 1 CF), 16 kills the gnolls (8 x 2 CF), and the remaining 17 kills two ogres (10 points to kill one ogre, and the remaining 7 points are enough to kill one more ogre). The other two ogres and the hill giant are unharmed.”

This one is almost completely compiled. First of all: “or the remainder is less than half the CF of any remaining creatures. (If the remainder is one-half or more of the CF of a creature, that creature dies.)” is garbage, a mistake, let’s ignore it. But how about this for a hit point system or even for a mass combat rule, with little short change this can be done. On example: 

The PC has a pool of vitality, resisting light, medium and severe damage. Light damage would have a degree of soak 1:1, medium 2:1 and severe 3:1. Where the blow "landed" a table of consequences, obviously with different degrees of severity, is rolled. If all the points from the pool are over the PC is obviously dead. Example of the example: The PC has a pool of 6 light, 3 medium and 2 severe wounds. One hit deals 15 points of damage. All light wounds are exhausted (1:1, 15-6=9), 9 points remain; 6 points are absorbed by medium wounds (the 3X2=6 and 9-6=3), leaving 3 points. These 3 points cost a major wound (1:3), a major wound table must be rolled.

This can all be further extrapolated to mass combat, where units would have different absorb proportions and even dice damage/attack rolls. If anyone wants me to exemplify better, just comment that I could do it.

Liveoak

“The liveoak spell can be cast upon a healthy tree of small, medium, or large size, according to desire and availability. A triggering phrase of up to maximum of one word per level of the spellcaster is then placed upon the targeted oak. For instance, "Attack any persons who come near without first saying sacred mistletoe" is an 11-word trigger phrase that could be used by a caster of 11th level or higher casting the spell.”

Imo, this is the best one! How about a one word per level magic system? Genius! Choose wisely the words, cautious negotiation with GM and mainly very dangerous consequences at low levels. What I’m thinking about is an almost free form system where the magic user chooses a power (or several) such as an elemental power as “fire”, and then has one word to describe the effect per level. 

Conclusions

These are examples and some points highlighted in the post. A close friend is intent on reading more spells together and theorizing about, I'm excited, so more related posts may come. As always and as previously mentioned, I am completely open to suggestions and contributions, I already advance that this is just the beginning and that there is still a lot of material there to be explored.

Thanks for reading this far!

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[sortofanobsession]

hi! i’ve genuinely read every single one of your roy/jamie fics and i’m obsessed with your writing!

i’d love an angsty established relationship fic — they get into a fight or break up but they’re trying to not have it affect the team or jamie’s playing but it’s hard when they have to see each other everyday. so the team + coaches try to parent trap them back together x

A/N There was a second ask that added this: i just wanted to add i love the way u depict darker themes so diving into their respective unhealthy coping mechanisms for dealing with the breakup would be amazing to read! x

I honestly wanted to keep what breaks them up vague, because I thought it was bit more interesting wondering. I have what I think it was, and I drop hits. But I might save that for it's own thing...maybe not sure.

Word count: 6k+

Ao3

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Paring: Roy x Jamie (Romantic), Jamie x Ted (platonic), Roy x Ted (platonic), Keeley x Jamie (platonic, formerly romantic), Jamie x AFC Richmond Himbos (platonic, duh, but Sam, Dani and Jamie are besties)

Content warning: Anxiety, nausea, mentions of vomiting, heavy drinking, mentions of violence, fear, paranoia, manipulation, injury, self-esteem issues, ptsd, self-deprecation, swearing/cursing/cussing, jealousy.

It’s Phoebe, so yeah

Roy had been staying with his sister until he could find a new place, and as much as he loved his sister and Phoebe, it was frustrating.

"Just admit you miss Jamie," his sister said as she sipped her tea as her brother prepared for training.

"Like a hole in my head," Roy says. 

"You don't think just abruptly stopping his training will mess with his game?"

"So you think I should have stayed in a failing relationship so he doesn't suck?"

"I am just saying, don't take shit out on him or the team. You aren't the only one miserable here," his sister says. 

"You think I'm that unprofessional?"

"You took your shit with Keeley out on Jamie, but the difference is, back then, he was a willing participant. Just don't ruin your career as a coach because you and your boyfriend had a spat and broke up."

Jamie is fucking miserable. He hates being alone. Dread had already had his morning shake threatening to make a reappearance twice before he made it to the Nelson Road car park. But he had nearly two decades of hiding his pain and misery. And heartbreak couldn't be as hard as hiding bruised ribs or broken toes, right? The team didn't have to know they split. How would they know that Roy had left him? Roy wouldn't tell them. He didn't like people knowing about his life. All Jamie had to do was go in, change into his kit, do his job, and he could go home and fall apart. He jumped slightly when someone knocked on his window. 

"You good, bruv?" Isaac asks when Jamie gets out.

"Yeah, just a rough morning," Jamie says. He is already ruining his own plan. 

"Try and shake it off. We have a brutal match tomorrow," Isaac says.

"Yeah, 'course," Jamie agrees as they walk into the building. "I'm sure I'll be fine once we get on the pitch, normalcy, yeah?"

"There we go, good vibes," Isaac says as they enter the locker room. Jamie keeps his head down and goes through the motions of getting changed. He mentally talks himself through the well-rehearsed process to keep his mind from wandering so he doesn't think about anything else. He must mutter something out loud because Cockburn gives him an odd look. 

"Miss training this morning?" He asks Jamie.

"What?" Jamie asks, shocked he was so terrible at hiding shit these days. 

"You are usually a ball of energy, but you're like a…live wire today," Cockburn says.

"Oh, yeah, slept like shit, so yeah, no training." He didn't have to tell him that it was because Roy didn't want to see him anymore. That Jamie had fucked up and ruined everything again. And now he was risking fucking up the team again. And he hadn't been this anxious for training since he came back to Richmond after getting booted from Man City. Yeah, he just keeps fucking up.

"Well, channel that shit into the ball. You're good at that."

"Yeah, thanks," Jamie says before he finishes changing. When his boots are laced, he doesn't wait to be told to head out. He just does. Maybe Cockburn is right, and he can work his shit out on the pitch. He is already out warming up by the time the team joins him. He doesn't notice the way Ted and Beard look at each other as Jamie silently joins them. 

Roy does everything he can to avoid looking at Jamie. He won't admit it out loud, but he's a bit concerned about what he will see when he finally does. He hadn't missed what Cockburn had said or how Jamie had responded from where he was waiting on Ted by the office. He thinks about what his sister has said, and then Cockburn calling Jamie a live wire. But this is Jamie Tartt. Sure, he might have an off day, but he's young. He's talented. He'll bounce back in a day or two. He ignores the tiny voice of doubt in the back of his mind that points out Jamie never got over Keeley. If he did, it was because of Roy. So he might not get over it until he finds someone new. And that made something twist in Roy's stomach. The idea of Jamie with anyone hurt, even though Roy was the one that walked out. He had no right to be mad at a hypothetical version of Jamie. So he tried to focus on doing his job. He was thankful that Ted called for 11 on 11. That meant Roy wouldn't have to try and coach Jamie and the other forward players directly yet. Because he isn't sure, he is ready. That little voice is back, asking him if he ever will be. He has to finally look at Jamie when he misses an easy shot. And just looking at him, he can already tell Jamie is being harder on himself than anyone else could be. He knows that from the way Jamie waves off Dani and Sam, trying to cheer him up. Normally, Roy would go over, hype Jamie up, and get him over whatever is in his head, and it would be fine. But Roy's the problem this time. He knows it. He is the one that packed his shit and walked out on Jamie. And he can't do that to Jamie. He doesn't want to be that couple that breaks up constantly. No. He has to stay away from Jamie. It's for Jamie's own good. He's young. Being with Roy could fuck up his career. The little voice points out he already has. Jamie's a mess, missing wide-open shots and shutting out his friends. Jamie’s backslid, and it's Roy's fault. Roy really needed a drink. As soon as he got out of training, he was going to the pub. 

Jamie is wound tight like a spring and rung out like a rag by the time training ends. He doesn't say anything to anyone. He just changed and goes home. At home, he doesn't eat or even change out of his clothes. He face plants on his bed, which still kinda smells like Roy, and tries to shut his brain off. He stays there until he eventually falls asleep after hours of tossing and turning. He wakes up, and everything is dark except for his phone. His phone is ringing. 

"Hmm?" He answers.

"Jesus, Jamie, I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours. The team is freaking out. What is going on?"

"Roy broke it off," Jamie tells her.

"I'm sorry, babe, how you feeling?"

"Like shit," Jamie admits. 

"Right," Keeley says as she thinks about it. "You get some sleep tonight. I'll let Sam know we talked. He's worried. And I'll come by tomorrow night, and we can talk, yeah?"

"Okay," Jamie says. He hangs up, double-checks his alarm, and goes back to sleep. 

Roy goes to the pub but ends up just getting food and leaving. He was not in the mood to deal with annoying fans. Normally he just tells them to fuck off, but he just wants to eat his dinner and drown his sorrows. So he goes back to his sister’s, goes to her liquor cupboard, and grabs a bottle, not really caring what it is. He pours a glass of whiskey and eats his dinner. Phoebe joins him, and he goes through the motions of listening to her. He tries, but he just doesn’t have it in him to entertain her. But he doesn’t send her to her room or get mad at her. It’s her home, and he’s just crashing there. The glass doesn’t stay empty for long. He drinks a bit more than he probably should before he passes out on the couch. He wakes up with a hangover. He finds a bottle of water and painkillers left for him by his sister. And he hates himself for being so stupid and being a burden on his family. 

Jamie’s stomach threatens to reject the small breakfast he managed to eat. But like the day before, he pushes through. 

"You look like shit," Colin says when Jamie walks into the locker room to prepare for the match, they have later in the day.

"Good to see you too, Colin." 

Jamie takes a nasty tackle during the match. He is so pissed at himself that nothing anyone says registers as he makes his way to the locker room. He'd come down hard on his wrist, and it was already swelling by the time he gets to there. The med team splints it and gives him an ice pack. He sniffles when he is alone in the treatment room. A voice that sounds suspiciously like his dad mentally berates him for being weak, for being soft, and a crybaby. He looks up to see Ted approaching him.

"Should be fine in a bit, don't use me hands in the game anyway, so should be good to go in-"

"Not sure that's the best idea, Jamie. Took a heck of a hit. You should rest."

"I'd feel better if I was back out there."

"Somehow, I doubt that."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you have been struggling before that hit. Have been since yesterday. I figured you'd talk to someone eventually, but clearly, it is starting to impact your ability to play-"

"You're benching me because of this?" He gestures to his splinted wristed.

"I'm benching you because you don't look well, Jamie. And I tried to see if you could sort it out on your own, but short of calling your mom, I'm not sure how else to get through to you. Take a day or two and try and sort yourself out. Call someone if you need to."

"You're serious," Jamie says in disbelief.

"Go home, Jamie, rest up. Heal up. Check-in with you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie says, his tone a bit cold. He goes back to the locker room and changes out of his kit. He leaves before the team even knows he's out of the game.

"You what?!" Roy shouts at Ted.

"Sent him home, he's injured, and clearly he-"

"He needs his support network, not to be sent home to overthink every mistake he made."

"For someone that walked out on the guy, you sure seem to be mad."

Roy has no comeback for that. All he can do is send a text to Keeley asking her to check on Jamie. And Keeley leaves the match early to do so.

"When was the last time you ate?" Keeley asks him when he lets her into his flat. 

"Earlier," Jamie says.

"Did you eat after they gave you pain meds?"

"Not hungry."

"Tell that to the future ulcer in your stomach from taking painkillers on an empty stomach."

"If I eat a sandwich, can I go back to bed?" 

"Jamie, I know you are hurting, but you can't just sleep all day."

"I'm not allowed to train. I can't focus on shit. I'll heal faster if I sleep, so seems fine to me."

"You aren't resting to heal. You're depressed. I know breakups are hard, but you can't just-"

"Yes, I can," Jamie says. 

"Jamie," Keeley was shocked by how defiant he was being. He had been a prick in the past, but this felt different. This was him determined to wallow in sadness. 

"Sorry," he mutters before going to make a sandwich he didn't even want but would eat because Keeley said so. "No guarantees it stays down," he adds.

"Are you sick?" She goes over and feels his forehead, and he lets her. But he knows he isn't sick sick. It was just in his head. 

"I'm not that kind of sick," he points out. He taps his head. "It's in me head. I just, I think about having to go to training. About having to see him. About letting the team down again. I feel like I'm back trying to get accepted at Richmond all over again, but I just keep fucking up, and everyone is going to hate me. And I can't even train to be better because he was the one training me, and I try to eat, but my stomach won't let me. I try to sleep, and I can't and-" He doesn't realize he is crying until Keeley hugs him.

"It's understandable to be anxious, babe," she drags him into the living room and sits him down. She gets out and orders him something she thinks he can eat to be delivered and something for herself because she has a feeling she isn't going anywhere for now. 

After they eat, Jamie falls asleep snuggled against her on the couch. Her phone buzzes, and she checks it. She rolls her eyes. It's Roy asking if Jamie is okay for the sixth time.

Keeley: if you are so concerned why not see for yourself

Roy-o: I'll only make it worse 

Keeley: how

Roy-o: because I am the reason he is this way

Keeley: no shit

Keeley: that means you could also fix it

Keeley: you're an idiot and a right prick you're both miserable

Keeley: you could fix it for both of you but you won't 

When Roy doesn't respond, she gets frustrated. She texts Ted.

Keeley: I got Jamie to eat, take something for his wrist, and sleep.

Ted: how bad is he?

Keeley: he is an anxious and heartbroken mess that has himself worked up that he is letting the team down

Ted: which only makes it seem like he is failing more which makes it worse and he's caught in a spiral of bad. Got it. 

Keeley: I'll stay with him tonight but I have to work tomorrow.

Ted: don't sweat it. We'll handle it.

Keeley: thanks Ted

Roy is the last one in the office, and the locker room is empty. Everyone else had gone home after the game. No one was in the mood to celebrate. An injured and benched striker could really hurt their chances in the league. Roy had thrown his phone across his desk after rereading the texts from Keeley. He gets a bottle of scotch out of his desk drawer and pours himself a drink. He wanted to check on Jamie himself. He wanted to make sure that Jamie wasn’t beating himself up for someone else tackling him. But he knew he couldn’t. He had been the one that put Jamie off his game. His phone goes off. 

Ted: You’re right. He needs his team.

Ted: He will still be at training but he is not allowed to train.

Roy leaves him on read and drains the rest of his drink before heading back to his sister’s place.

Keeley is trying to coax Jamie to eat the next morning when his doorbell rings. She finds a smiling Dani Rojas and a concerned-looking Sam Obisanya. 

"Oh, hi," she gives them a tired smile.

"Coach said Jamie needed friends," Dani says. 

"And breakfast," Sam adds. 

"He does," she nods and lets them in. "Look who dropped by, Jamie." 

Jamie immediately gets up from his spot on his sofa but relaxes a bit when he sees it's just Dani and Sam. 

"Hi guys," Jamie says. 

"I have to run home before work. Text me if you need anything." She hugs Jamie. "Let them help you," she whispers to him. "They care about you like I do. Don't fight them." She feels him a nod. She gives Jamie a kiss on the cheek, which earns her a small smile. "Okay, babes, see you all later." 

"How is your wrist?" Sam asks as he sets the takeaway containers on Jamie's coffee table. Dani hands him a paper cup. And Jamie smells the lovely scent of coffee, and he almost cries because Keeley is right. His friends are there because they care. They don't hate him. He hasn't actually ruined his relationship with his teammates. Maybe it was all in his head.

"I…fuck, it's good to see you guys," Jamie says, and he does have tears in his eyes.

"Of course, mi amigo," Dani smiles. "All you have to do is ask. We will be here."

"But we cannot help you if we don't know what is wrong," Sam says. And Jamie tells them everything because he can't keep it in, and he is a fucking mess. But Dani hugs him and tells him he is okay that he isn't bad or a failure. 

"You haven't ruined anything," Sam says. "Well, nothing that cannot be fixed. If you need someone to train with, just ask. Might not be 4 in the morning, but a few extra hours could be good."

"And we can do it together," Dani agrees. "Always more fun with more friends."

"You guys would do that for me?"

"Of course we will, you are our friend and our teammate, and this could help all of us be better, but not until after your arm is healed. Until then, we can still keep you company." Sam finds the remote and turns on the TV. He finds some mindless show that will work as background noise or a distraction. And they all settle in to eat. 

A few hours later, Sam has to leave to help his dad at Ola's, but Ted swings by to take his place for a bit. Dani and Ted fill the quiet and put Jamie's mind at ease until Dani leaves in the afternoon. Leaving just Jamie and Ted. 

"How you feeling?" Ted asks as they eat a light dinner.

"Better, actually. Like my thoughts aren't so loud, and I can eat without it coming back up."

"That's good, Jamie," Ted smiles at him. "You know I didn't send you home as punishment, right? I knew you were struggling, and I was going to call and check on you after the match. I was worried, but being with the team was making it worse, so I figured you needed a breather. Maybe I should have waited until after the match, but you do need rest, Jamie. Maybe not the time away from the team, but you need to let yourself relax. And I know that being alone ain't helpful when your head gets caught up in everything, but running yourself into the ground isn't good for you. You don't have to hide it, though. No one will think less of you for being in a rut. You have friends. You haven't failed anyone. You've worried them, but the team knows that this isn't the normal you. They aren't mad. They want to help. Let your team help you."

"It's just hard because…" Jamie can't say it.

"Because Roy is there?" Ted finishes for him. Jamie nods. "I can't imagine that is easy to deal with. But you aren't alone. You have the team. They're a good buffer and a great distraction. Now that Sam and Dani know, they'll help you. Keep you out of your head. Hopefully, keep a few of the others from asking questions."

Jamie groans because he knows the whole team is going to know now, and they will probably blame Jamie or Roy, and it could get even more awkward. He doesn't want anyone to be mad at Roy. He wasn't even mad at Roy. He missed Roy, and having to see him every day didn't make it any easier not to miss him. He was so fucking close, but it wasn't the same, and it hurt Jamie's soul. 

"Jamie," Ted starts. "This is just another obstacle you have to learn to navigate. Can't be avoided, but it can be overcome. You might need a bit of a boost from your buddies, but you can, and you will get past it. It just takes time. It will get easier."

"Thanks, Coach," Jamie says. 

Roy gets a text from Ted that Roy's going to be working with the defenders and reserves for the time being. And Roy knew this was coming. When Keeley told him, he was an idiot. His sister was right. He needed to find a way to make this work, or he'd have to leave Richmond. He couldn't let his issues ruin Jamie's career. And Richmond was good for Jamie. Yeah, it was Roy's home, but Jamie thrived there. He was hours away from his fucking old man. So he was safe from that bullshit. He had friends on the team that loved him. And he had Ted. Roy could find a new team if he needed to. He didn't want to, but he wanted Jamie to get better. And he did want Jamie to get better. But fuck, he didn't know how else to fix this. Jamie deserved better. 

A few days go by of Roy coaching the defenders. He tried to ignore the way Sam and a few of the team members would look at him. It made Roy feel uneasy. Most, if not all, of the players, knew that he'd left Jamie, and that is why Jamie was struggling. They knew Roy could see Jamie suffering, and as Keeley figured, he was just being a prick by letting it go on. They didn't know that they had fought over stuff they do all the time. That Jamie would be better off with someone that wouldn't ruin his career if the press found out. That Jamie deserved to be with someone his age. The nights are filled with liquor, and Roy’s mornings are usually a blur from being hung over. 

Keeley and Sam meet Ted and Beard at the Crown and Anchor. 

"We have to do something," Keeley says as she takes a pull off her drink. "They are both miserable, but Roy thinks Jamie is better off without him, even though Jamie is clearly not better off." 

"How do you know Roy thinks that?" Beard asks.

"Because his sister told me so, that and he has been drinking more than usual, and as much as Phoebe loves having her uncle around 24/7, his sister knows it isn't good for Roy."

"Okay, so what do we do?" 

"Make them realize they are idiots in love and are at their best when they are together."

"You want to Parent Trap them?" Ted asks.

"Exactly!"  Keeley grins. 

"But how?” Sam asks. “Neither of them are parents."

"Technically, they aren't,” Keeley states. “But I know at least one child they both would do anything for, and her mum is willing to help."

Keeley drops by training with Phoebe a week later. The match the day before had been a draw, and tensions were high. But they all knew something had to give. She leaves Phoebe with Ted and goes, as planned, to see Rebecca. 

Roy has no fucking clue how it happens, but one minute his niece is fine kicking the ball around with a few players. The next moment she is crying. Jamie is, of course, faster than he is and is physically closer to her. He is there before Roy even realizes what is going on. Even with his splinted wrist, Jamie picks Phoebe up and takes her inside. Ted tells Roy to go with them, and he'll find out what happens. Roy doesn't need to be told twice. He finds them in the treatment room with the med team looking over Phoebe's ankle. She sniffles, but Jamie is on the treatment table next to her, talking her through it. Her small little hand was in his. Jamie gets up when Roy enters and looks like he is about to leave. "Your Uncle's here now. You'll be-" Jamie starts to say, but Phoebe interrupts him.

"No!" Phoebe shouts and sniffles. She whispers something neither can hear to the medic, and the medic leaves. Both Roy and Jamie gape at Phoebe as she hops down off the table and hurries out the door. It slams closed, and they hear it lock behind her. Roy tries the door, but it doesn't open.

"Phoebe, open the door," Roy demands.

"No! Not until you two fix it," Phoebe's muffled voice shouts. "You love each other. So fix it!"

"Open the door now, Phoebe!" Roy shouts, and Jamie winces at the volume in the small space. 

"No!" She repeats.

"Did we just fall into a trap set by an 8-year-old girl?" Jamie asks. And Roy grunts.

"She has a key," Roy points out. "Which means she had help."

"Is it even legal to have a door lock like this in a public building?" Jamie wonders.

"Probably not, but she had help, and if Beard was in on it, then we are fucking stuck." 

Jamie goes to put his hands in the pocket of his trackies and winces as it moves his sore wrist.

"She didn't make it worse, did she?" Roy asks, now worried Phoebe just made Jamie's life even more difficult than it already was. 

"It's fine," Jamie says, now fiddling with the velcro on the splint and staring at the floor. "She's not that heavy."

"I know," Roy starts. "But if it's bad enough you can't play, then-"

"It's fine, Roy," Jamie repeats. "It's Phoebe. Wasn't just going to sit there and do nothing."

"Even if it made your injury worse?"

"It's Phoebe, so yeah," Jamie shrugs. "You might not like me anymore, but I'm not going to-"

"Who says I don't like you anymore, Jamie?" 

"Leaving with your bag and avoid me like the plague since has made that crystal fucking clear," Jamie says. "I'm going to visit my mum after the match in Blackburn. So you can get your shit if you want."

"Jamie," Roy starts, but he doesn't know how to finish. It is awkwardly silent. Because Roy asked for this, he wanted Jamie to move on. But even when Jamie was a prick to him and literally toasted to Roy's death, it didn't hurt this much. Because he hadn’t loved Jamie back then. And now, Jamie was guarded. Cold. He made Jamie this way. 

"Thought so," Jamie muttered. He pushes past Roy to the door. "Phoebe, I know you mean well, but can you please open the door? No matter what happens, you still have me. You have my number. You can use it. And I'm not mad you tricked us. And your uncle won't be either if you open the door," Jamie kept his tone just loud enough for her to hear through the door but not in an angry shout because he wasn't mad. He was numb. It was quiet for a minute before they heard the door unlock, and then it opened. Jamie gives Phoebe a sad smile. "Thanks, Phoebs." He pats her head with his good hand. "I owe you a quid," Jamie says, and he heads to the locker room. 

"Are you mad?" Phoebe asks Roy. 

"Not at you, kid," Roy says honestly.

"Are you mad at Jamie?" She asks.

"Fuck no," Roy says. He sighs. "I'm mad at whoever gave you that key. And myself, because I think I did more damage than I thought I did."

"Oh, is Jamie's hand okay?" She asks.

"I think so," Roy assures her. "He doesn't mind if it is sore. He cares more about you than he does his wrist. And he's right. No matter what happens, you still have both of us. If you want to talk to Jamie, you can. Be kind of shitty of me to take away another person in your life."

"I know," she says, her tone sad because both Roy and Jamie were still upset.

"Let's find Keeley, and you can make her get you ice cream."

"Okay," Phoebe says. 

"Fuck you," Roy glares at Ted as he throws the key Phoebe had given him before she left with Keeley. Keeley had already received a full Roy speech about using his niece in a childish plan. Roy goes and pours himself a drink because he is beyond done. His day is fucked, and there is no way he can do without something to take the edge off. 

"Hold on, let me-" Ted starts to say, but Roy is not having it. He growls as he slams the drawer of his desk and is back in the main office. 

"Fuck both of you!" Roy shouts at Beard too. "What gives you the right to fucking do what you did? She is a fucking child. You had her fucking lie to me. My own fucking family! You risked Jamie Tartt hurting his wrist worse because, of fucking course he wasn't going to let an injury stop him from helping Phoebe. He loves her like his fucking own. If you ever think of involving Phoebe in your fucking Rom-Communism bullshit again, I will punch you in the throat. She is a child!” He glares at Ted. “You are a fucking father! You should fucking know better! And this isn't a fucking movie! Things are never that simple, and you only made it worse! Because now he fucking hates me more! Made that perfectly clear! So stay the fuck out of it!" 

Roy storms out of the office. A few players and staff members hurry to get out of his way. 

"Well, that's not good," Ted says, looking over at Beard. 

"Nope," Beard agrees.

"Hey, Ted," Keeley says later that day when she calls him. "I need to warn you that-"

"Roy is very angry, I know," Ted sighs. 

"Well, yeah, but I think we did some additional damage to Jamie." She says.

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, I called to ask if he wanted me to pick up dinner and come see him, but he said not to bother. He just wants to get his stuff ready for Blackburn and for going to his mum's. Told me he wasn't mad, but he is just done."

"What do you mean done?" 

"I don't know," Keeley admits. "He says he cleared it with Rebecca and Higgins to take the week after the Blackburn match off. He's going to Manchester. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

They load the bus for the 4-hour drive to Blackburn, and it is oddly subdued compared to the normal liveliness of the team. Everyone knows Jamie wasn't going to be returning with them. He'll be at the game, but he is taking the train to Manchester after. Jamie had assured his friends he'd be back in Richmond after a week. He didn't see his mum much, and with his wrist being fucked anyway, he was going to stay with her. 

The trip there was an uneasy one. 

Jamie and Dani Rojas shared a room. Normally he roomed with Sam or even Roy, but Sam had admitted to helping Phoebe with her plan, and Jamie had said he wasn't mad, but he still wasn't happy. He forgave Sam before the match, but nothing changed.

Roy paces around his hotel room after the match. Jamie had told him he was going to see his mum. But knowing he was and seeing him leave were two very different things. He had watched the team say goodbye. Some members of the team gave Roy pitying looks, and a couple of them glared at him. But Jamie had barely looked at Roy. And that had Roy's chest feeling painfully tight. He still loved Jamie. He couldn’t deny it. He’d already eaten the food he ordered and more than one beer. Only stopping when he realized how stupid it was to keep drinking like that. Jamie didn’t mind if the people in his life drank. But he was not a fan of drunks. Jamie’s father had thrown a few too many bottles at him while pissed. Roy ended up leaving the rest of the pack in the hotel room fridge untouched. He needed to get his shit together and drink until he passes out because of the idea of falling asleep without Jamie beside him fucking hurt. 

After a mostly sleepless night, Roy made a decision. He had everything set before most of the team was probably even awake. He went and knocked on Ted's door. 

"I am going to Manchester."

"What?" Ted was half awake.

"I'm going to Manchester. I won't be on the bus."

"Going after Jamie?" Ted asked hopefully.

"Might end up a fucking disaster, but I'm going to go."

"Good luck," Ted says. "Let me know how it goes."

Jamie thinks he's losing his mind when his mum answers the door, and he can swear he hears Roy. He makes his way to the hall and hears her arguing with someone. When he rounds the corner to the stairs, he freezes. It was Roy. 

Roy's eyes meet his, and he can see how tired Roy looks. 

"Fine," Jamie hears his mum say. "But you upset him, and I will throw you out. This is my house."

"Understood," Roy says, looking back at Georgie. She disappears down the hall and into the kitchen. Roy steps further into the entryway and closes the door behind him. He looks up at Jamie again.

"Hi," Roy says.

"Eh…hi," Jamie says. "What are you doing here?" 

"Can we talk?" 

"Sure," Jamie makes his way down the rest of the stairs and leads Roy to the living room. Jamie waits silently.

"I don't want to get my shit. I don't want to find a new flat. I…want to go home."

"You want me to move?" Jamie asks, annoyance in his tone. 

"Fuck no," Roy says. "Not really home if you aren't there." 

Jamie just stares at him. Roy sighs.

"Phoebe was right. I need to fix this." Roy gestures between Jamie and himself. "I know I fucked up. I just keep thinking you would be so much better off with anyone else. Someone that isn't an angry and broken idiot."

"But what if I don't want anyone else? What if I'm happy with an angry and broken idiot?"

"Are you happy?" Roy asks bluntly.

"Been a shitty few fucking weeks," Jamie says. "But I was happy before that."

"Even when I pick fights for stupid reasons?" Roy asks.

"Even then, because when we fight it out, the sex is fucking awesome," Jamie grins but it fades. "Not so much when you leave and don't come back. Even when you had the chance." 

"I didn't want to make things harder for you," Roy admits.

"Harder? Roy, I couldn't eat or sleep unless Keeley, Sam, or Dani stayed with me. I fucked up my wrist and couldn't even play. It was already too fucking hard. And after what happened with Phoebe, I didn't even want to see them. I just shut down. Went numb."

Roy grimaces. "I thought it would be better for you in the long run if you had the team. You would find someone new."

"I don't want anyone new!" Jamie shouts. "I just want you."

"I know but-"

He is cut off by Jamie grabbing his wrist and dragging Roy upstairs to his childhood bedroom. "Fucking look!" Jamie gestures to Roy's poster on the wall. "I told you I fucking loved you. Loved watching you play. Then I said I love you for you. Fucked up knee and-" Jamie goes over and takes the plastic whistle off the wall. "And your stupid fucking allergy to whistles." He throws it at Roy. He points at the poster again. "You fucking think I would want anyone else? I used to fucking dream of this, you fucking prick. Quit trying to fucking fight me, and let me love you."

Roy stares at the whistle as everything Jamie just said sinks in. Jamie loves every version of Roy. He can see that now. And it's a violent and terrifying feeling of love at times. But he feels it. And Roy is moving before he even knows what he's doing, but he just needs to be with Jamie. He feels like shit when Jamie isn't there. He pulls Jamie in and kisses him. 

"I can't fucking sleep either," Roy tells him. "Could only drink until I could actually sleep. Seeing you struggle and not being able to help was eating away at my fucking heart. Fucking shattered it when you told me you wanted me to move out."

"I never wanted you to leave, and if I was there when you came to get your stuff, I'm not sure I could have kept it together. I'd have lost my shit and either begged you to stay or just cry. So I gave you an out."

"I don't want an out," Roy puts a hand on Jamie's cheek and wipes away a few stray tears that were there. "I want you to be happy."

"I'm happy with you, you fucking bellend." Jamie kisses him desperately, hoping to make his point. "No one is ever happy all the time, not even Ted. It's how you handle the shit times that matters. You can't just run away, Roy."

"I know, and I won't. Not like this. Not again." Roy holds him close. 

"Fucking good," Jamie says. He even nudges Roy until the older man is sitting on his bed. Jamie goes over and kicks his door closed. "Now fucking prove it."

"Fulfilling those childhood dreams of yours?" Roy grins. 

"Fuck yeah," Jamie says as he straddles Roy's hips. 

"I fucking missed you," Roy growls before pulling Jamie into a kiss. 

"Missed you too," Jamie says against his lips.

"Fucking love you, you know that, right?" Roy grunts when Jamie shifts his weight, and he hits Roy's clothed and half-hard dick. 

"Yeah, I do," Jamie grins. "Fucking love you too. Now shut up before my mum hears you." Jamie kisses him. Roy swallows Jamie's moan when in a quick move, Roy pins him to the bed. 

If Jamie's mum hears them, she doesn't say anything when they finally make it back downstairs. She gives Roy another lecture about taking care of her son before telling Roy he is welcome to stay. Roy thanks her but says he booked a hotel. She even serves him tea.

"For how long?" Jamie asks.

 "Didn't want to assume you'd just accept me back," Roy says. "Or that your parents would even let me in."

"Thought you'd have to prove it, yeah?" Jamie says. The striker smirks when Roy chokes on his tea. Jamie had told him to prove it in his bedroom, and Roy had fucked Jamie under Roy's Chelsea poster.

"Goodness, Roy," Jamie's mum took the mug of tea from him as he coughed. "Are you alright?"

Roy nods. His eyes were watering. "Yeah, I'm good," Roy manages when he can breathe again. "Sorry," he says. 

"No need to apologize. Just try not to inhale it this time," Georgie insists. She hands him back the mug. 

"Thanks," Roy says. Jamie laughs. 

"Fucking finally," Someone says as Roy and Jamie walked into the locker room together a week later. 

"Fuck off," Roy glares.

"We're just happy for you," Sam says. "Feeling better?" He asks Jamie. 

"Yeah, thanks, mate," Jamie grins and puts his hand over his heart. "Didn't know you all missed me so much. I'm touched." 

That earns a mix of laughs and boos.

"Well, I'm glad you are back, mi amigo," Dani hugs him.

Jamie hugs him back. "Me too, mate, me too." 

#tw: anxiety #tw: nausea #tw: mentions of vomiting #tw: heavy drinking #tw: fear #tw: mentions of violence #buddie fic #tw: paranoia #tw: manipulation #tw: injury #tw: self esteem issues #tw: self deprecation #tw: self destruction #tw: ptsd #tw: post traumatic stress disorder #tw: swearing #tw: cussing #tw: cursing #tw: jealousy #prompt fill #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #phoebe ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #ted lasso fic #ted lasso #sam obisanya #keeley jones

[risu5waffles]

And a rare score of TEN from Sweden.

i don't know what that's even supposed to mean. What sport would i possibly be playing at the international stage? Competitive Vague Weird Girlery? Whatever. i decided we'd work wiv TEN for this bit, and i'm sticking to it.

A fun enough level for what it is. i always feel like, when i run into these old, straight-forward races, that they must have been a hoot multiplayer. You can still get a feel for it, but it's just not the same by yourself.

This is a cute little one. It's rare to run into one of the old Pitagora Switch levels that actually still run, tho' this one is probably saved by having no pistons in the mix. Even then, you can see some of the bigger dominos really struggling wiv momentum. i'm glad it all ran smooth in the end.

Those bikes were always so easy to turn turtle, weren't they? i don't know what was going on at the midpoint of the level, maybe if i had waited around longer an elevator would have dropped, but i figured it was broken, so i took the scenic route of "LBP1 players didn't know they'd eventually add 16layers to the game." i was lucky the scoreboard was on the floor. i've run into levels on stream where we could use that trick to get around a break, but the scoreboard was up someplace we couldn't access anymore. i think it's kind of cute i'm the only person who beat this level. Like, even the creator said, "i dunno, it's kinda shite, tho'?" i didn't think it was shite, Snakeryder. Not, perhaps, particularly great, but i had my fun wiv it.

We talked about this one last Friday. It's still as weird as it was then.

So... this one starts as a "save the kids, destroy the kindergarten" level, and it ends as an offroading, mountain climbing adventure(?). Really liked the 4WD, it was a neat little vehicle, and i'm wondering how they set up the suspension. The first half is definitely the stronger bit, a lot of little details, or at least as far as we could get from simple LBP1 techniques. It's fun enough, and worth a quick playthrough.

We talked about this one a little along wiv Vanilla Breeze last week, and it's still a neat, inventive, artistic, frustrating as heck piece of work. Like i love the presentation, and i dig what Kipmonlin was trying to pull off, but gods... just such a pain in the butt from almost start to finish. i wonder how this played natively in LBP2. i know the jump off paint technique doesn't quite work in LBP3 the way it did back then; but i don't think translation would account for things like how poorly the sackbots track you during the paint the targets bit. Still love the animated paint(? liquid? something?) bit. Like, that's just magical.

i wanted to like this one more than i ended up doing. Alpenglow02 does really good work, and there're some solid ideas here, but i feel like the presentation can get a bit confusing in what platforms you can actually interact wiv, and it's just a touch overbight. i really liked the sine wave platforms in concept, like, they're really cool to look at, but the longer section before the secret kirb was just miserable to try to time. i actually got to talk to Alpi some about that, and he did say that he struggles nailing proper difficulty at times, and that's a feeling i can definitely understand. That being said, the glowworms? Loved 'em. Neat effect, cute as heck, right level of challenge for the area. And the central mechanical conceit was a cool one that really added to the level. i feel like i've only seen folx go all in on that idea a couple of times, so it was really nice to see it here.

i am cursed by LBP1-era horrible gas. It is just the worst. i would have given this one more chance, but having to redo the entire slow section, just to get to a bit i could barely visibly read, get killed, and have to do it all over again? Like, i'm sorry, i really am, but i only have so much time to work wiv, and 14minutes was more than this one deserved. The submersible was nice, an interesting workaround to that kind of vehicle in LBP1, and i did dig on the eely enemies (even if they were a total pain in the bum to actually hit); but, yeah... this one really needed checkpoints.

A level that plays itself?! Naw dog, sorry, changes to physics and pistons makes this a level that throws you into spikes whether you touch the controller or not. i was disappointed, but it wasn't the creator's fault. Although, to be vaguely fair to Sumo, which is as much as i ever feel like doing, these kinds of levels tended to be fiddly even in their native state, and plenty of them wound up broken all on their own. Can't say for certain which is the case wiv this one.

i really wound up liking this one, even if i struggled wiv it at times. A really neat take on the Wedding theme, using a lot of the decorative and collected objects flourishes, but to its own ends. Really the best way these kinds of levels can end up. i'm going to have to go back to anrga7ightwish on one of our streams; i'd love to see if they have some other levels that'll click wiv me like this one did.

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So, that's our TEN this go about. Some real nostalgic ones in there, and some very solid on-their-own standouts, and aside from the Minisub one, nothing i feel like i could walk away from and say i didn't enjoy at least something in them.

We're going into another really busy period here in meatspace. Well, kinda meatspace. i'm going to have to scramble after blowing through the entirety of a three week backlog on a mixture of a depression spiral (really bad) and gender clinic-ery (really good! But kind of annoying! But really good!). i want to try and rock up to the next clinic on Monday. Their website said there was no appointment necessary, which is good, because i couldn't get ahold of them by phone. i'd wanted to spend yesterday boning down (shut up, it doesn't mean that!) on some HRT specifics that i could talk to the doctor about. The scuttlebutt i've heard is Japan's not super great on what and how much they prescribe, and i want to be able to say to the doc "ok, but what about [X], [Y], and [Z]?" And not have to say, "[osmotically sourced, but ultimately vague, nimbus of knowledge from a dozen different conversations]" Like, i feel like specific details would help my case, but specific details are very much a sometimes treat when it comes to memory retention for me. i mean, even if i do get to talk to the doc, it won't be more than bloodwork, and initial talking points, but still. Here i am, i want to keep moving.

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp1 #lbp2 #lbp3 #LittleBite-sizedArchive #LBsA #just a tired little trans lass #Youtube

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough - exploring Moonrise and the rest of the shadow cursed lands

Lots of spoilers beneath the cut

Ah! Feels so nice to be home and done the holidays and nestled back comfortably into my BG3 brainrot.

I’m really enjoying the dark urge flavour in Moonrise - it is creepy as fuck how everyone recognizes me. The audience with Ketheric was absolutely chilling for a resisting durge. For my run, this was the first big reveal I had that my past is even more worse and complicated than just being some random murder pervert who lost their memory. My poor tav. This whole tower is just horrible. Jk Simmons does a great job with Ketheric. I wasn’t sure what to expect considering the characters he usually plays, but he’s remarkably soft-spoken here, and I think that’s a great way to make a villain seem more frightening. There is SO MUCH dark urge stuff in here. Like I said before, I’m honestly sad I picked dark urge as my very first playthrough… I feel like I should have saved it for a later playthrough when I was feeling bored with the game. I unknowingly picked all the most interesting options to do first!

I do seriously regret playing Dark Urge as my very first playthrough though. I know the game warns you not to select it if it’s your first time, but I feel I just misunderstood the warning. I thought it was more of a warning that it makes the game harder for brand new players who are just figuring things out. I had no idea I would regret it because of the extra content it adds in that really objectively would have been much better if I had saved it for later. The two things I regret: reading spoilers about the dream guardian, and picking Dark Urge for my very first playthrough.

Anywho, I’m also cleaning up the little threads I have left on the shadow curse map… got Madeline’s journal for He Who Was. The internet sure likes him but I couldn’t help him punish Madeline: I was surprised to read the journal because of how clear it was that she didn’t fully understand the consequences and only made a mistake. This means I won’t get the raven gloves, sigh. (his raven is hilariously mean btw, be sure to use speak with animals the first time you meet them)

I found the approvals interesting for this scene. I had Wyll, Gale, and Astarion in my party. Wyll and Gale ONLY disapprove of me convincing Madeline to stab herself, and NOT if I tell Madeline the deaths were her fault (which I mean I think objectively they really are not, not in the way that He Who Was is blaming her for anyway). They don’t really care about what’s fair or not - they just don’t like it if it gets too messy! Astarion on the other hand disapproves of you telling Madeline it is her fault, or it isn’t. He dislikes either choice. He has no reaction if you make her stab herself. Interesting, interesting.

With my tav’s slipping grasp on his sanity, I wanted to do the option where you piss off He Who Was by making Madeline stab herself twice, as like, thinking of a clever way to harm this messed-up shadar-kai whose cheese has clearly slipped right off his cracker. My tav lately has been all about trying to do the right thing via a gruesome route. The dialogue with this route makes it seem though that you wanted to hurt Madeline and just got carried away, so in the end I went with forgiving her. Man how horrible, imagine dying an untimely death riddled with guilt about a mistake that you made that killed your friends, then some little elf shit comes along and animates your corpse in order to get off on your fear. This was a short and understated encounter and I kind of like that. I don’t know much about the shadar-kai so I am curious what mission He Who Was and the others were supposed to be doing in the first place, and how his abandoning of his post played out. I love how messed up this shadow curse is.

I also chatted with Thisobald. I was quite surprised to see that in my list of stories to tell him, I had the option to tell him a story about a village that thought I was their protector, but I massacred them all. Boy oh boy. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what the hell that was referencing. I was concerned maybe something was triggered wrong with the tiefling siege and the game has recorded that I killed them? Or do they mean the goblins in the blighted village that I attacked after I made friends with them? Or something else? What on earth? What did I do wrong?

I looked around online a bit… it seems other durge players have this happen as well. If you actually attacked the grove, you have a different story that specifies it was tieflings you slaughtered. This story is included at the very beginning of the list, which seems to be otherwise chronological. A warlock apparently has the option to tell a story about making a pact with their patron, something that happened before the game even started. So it seems the best guess currently is that this also is something that happened before the game started. Yikes. Poor tav. I’m trying my best to help you be better.

Played hide and seek with Oliver - I didn’t realize you can’t trigger the end of the game until you stop sneaking, so that “fun” game went on a lot longer that it needed to, wow. My tav really likes children so it was upsetting to run into this poor little ghost boy. I know he’s attached somehow to the Thaniel quest stuff, so I hope we can do something for him later when I tackle that plot point.

My oldest daughter who is playing finally saw the Emperor. I was waiting and waiting for that, because she had such a STRONG negative reaction to the dream guardian right from the get go, and was really weirdly angry about all the ambiguity and questions that they weren’t answering. She chose to try and kill them in the astral plane. I was so curious to see what her reaction would be when she found out that the reason they were being so suspiciously vague this whole time was that they were a goddamned mind flayer. Surprisingly…….. She’s pretty ok with the character now! Like, I think she might end up siding with it in the end, even. She’s totally ok with it being a manipulative, selfish, jerkass mindflayer…. She’s just happy it’s actually being honest now. LMAO. My oldest kiddo is funny. It’s been fun following along with her as she’s playing, but it’s also a little frustrating, because she misses SO MUCH STUFF as she whizzes through the game. She’s not concerned about completing every single detail. She is happy leaving things to discover in future playthroughs, and in fact has even left some things unresolved on purpose to try later on, ie, Ethel’s hut, the underdark, stuff like that. In a way I think that’s probably a better way to play it than what I am doing, where I have a ridiculous amount of logged hours but I’m still only about halfway through the shadow cursed lands and honestly there isn’t going to be a lot of new content for me to discover in the future beyond just little race and class dialogue variations. But it’s annoying for me, because I want to know what she did/said in certain situations, and her answer half the time is, I just didn’t find that! Lol.

Next up I guess is the tollhouse, then on to the house of healing after that. Can’t wait to get there - the soundtrack for it sounds demented. Or maybe I’ll go to the orthon and trigger Astarion’s second romance. I have zero regrets so far for giving Astarion one level of bard instead of leveling him up properly as a rogue. 10/10 would do it again. He even landed a vicious mockery on He Who Was.

#bg3 #bg3 playthrough #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

[jayreviews]

The only escape I did was from an escape room

Hey it’s JayJayJayJay!

So classes started and I'm already stressed out. Not that that's am excuse my babies, no no, I am complaining. My classmates (I'm giving them too much credit they’re strangers to me as I am to them) and I have already been disciplined by the new security guard over coming to class ten minutes early. Yes. For coming early. He lectured us twice. Can't wait for tomorrow I am really excited (bt w that was sarcastic).

Not to mention my 1300 page book I have to print for my class. And the other 800 page book I'm also supposed to print. Like, you want me to print that many pages? In thia economy? It should be illegal. I did look th3 800 pages one online, apparently ot costs close to 80$ which okay you know what I would rather print it.

Also, my idiot cousin asked me if I was wearing makeup after my shower, because I had black underneath my eyes...I checked and those were eye bags. I have eye bags.

So anyway, stress out of the way, let's talk games.

Remember the shadow curse mystery games I talked about? Well, a few weeks ago, they released the seventh game! It’s called Escape from the shadows.

Also I would like to apologize for not seeing the date right, it came out in August not September. I’m sorry.

I was excited to okay this game because it wrapped every storyline’s plot and you understand the curse better.

Detective Ren Larsen meets Bastian’s wife from the first game, another shadow. She requests him to bring a person back from the afterlife.

Now, any normal and boring detective would immediately send Carissa to a mental hospital. But because Ren isn’t a normal detective, he believed her.

She tells him all about what happened and the curse that took Bastian. Carissa tells Ren that the only way of finding him is where it all started: in a cabin in the woods, although she has no location of the place. And she tells him about the place in the afterlife called ‘Penumbra’, and again, she knows nothing about it.

(I thought it was called Limbo. Or is that between life and death? I’ll google it later)

And remember, if Bastian isn’t saved, he becomes a shadow forever.

The game starts with Detective Ren going to Bastian and Carissa’s empty and abandoned house. Because why would you live somewhere that was the reason it took your husband right?

Fun fact I enjoyed in this, you play three characters: Detective Ren, Bastian, and Laia. It alternates between them and you’re able to play in different locations and play so many puzzles.

Also, I had to use the hint button a fee times but I didn’t mind it.

The ending was a huge plot twist and it actually made sense.

Some of my favorite moments during the games:

- The tiny black cats you see everywhere, although I never knew what I could do when I found then all.

- The plot was interesting and each game has a sliver if it so it never dies, and it all connects in the seventh game.

That’s all I have on this game!

I’m currently playing a few games to see if I’ll play them long-term. Here are the names and what I thought the description of them are:

désiré: currently playing. graphic things in the game, couldn’t play it in front of anymore cause of it. but I really liked storyline. I’m going to play it more and see when I can finish it.

a diary of darkness: too many ads in the middle of the game. trying to use objects to make other items work but it wasn’t working.

moth lake: demo was good. didn’t realize it was a demo at the time. sad it was only a demo. music was terrifying and made my heart beat fast. loved running away from the thing.

Unsolved: so many mystery games merged into one app where you download the game you want to play directly in the app. so upset over the hints that take 3 hours to get again. even if i wanted to watch ads you’re allowed to watch one add taking two hints and that’s it. the hints show you where you need to go one step at a time so i waste a lot and it wasn’t even in the right place sometimes. i hate using energy as a means to continue playing the game. it takes a day to recharge to play an hour of the game. the thing is, it’s such an amazing concept but the negatives outweigh the positives for me.

Until next time.

Byebye!

#games #mystery #mystery games #college #university student #pain #stress

[cherubiblast]

Well since Twitter is fucking dying (again), I guess Imma post my media watching stuff here now. Imma tag it with Cherry'sMediaWell so like if you do not wanna see it, mute that. Also gonna post what I done so far this year under a read more. Gonna post basically any media I consume that takes more then a hour except for youtube videos.

Jerma & Otto: The Curse of The Late Streamer- ... technically the first real game I sat down and played this year... as a fan game it was fine if not unfunny , as a point and click its reallllly bad 2/5

AI Sommnium Files: Nirvana Initiative- Finally got around to playing Nirvana Initiative, I am a little conflicted as like there was plenty I was not a fan of this time around, some odd plot beats here and there really muddled it. But when it got good it really got good so like ultimately a strong recommend if you like the first one , but understand it is in my opinion not as good. Still worth the time but missing something sadly from being a stand out sequel. Still is a 4/5 tho.

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog- This was something alright, as a April fools joke game I really could not have lower expectations but it was really solid. The story was fun and lighthearted and did not fall into the 4/1 trap of just being zany for zany sake. Genuine great time 4.5/5

Class Action Park- An "okay" doc, it didn't shed any new light on the subject. The animated segments where unexpected and honestly unneeded. Still a really interesting subject that is fun to hear about. I liked how they went though each rides history 3.5/5

Alien Abduction: Incident in Lake County- A goofy old fake horror doc. As a horror movie its not the best, but it is fun to watch now just to kinda peek into alien mythos. 3/5

One Killer Punch- a really short 45 min ish doc? While the first two cases made me go "huh that's interesting" the last case really made me feel emotions, def worth a watch at the short time length 4/5

Theatrhythm Final Bar Line- Played this one kinda worried at first cus I loved the original on 3ds and thought it couldn't be adapted. Really fun and loads of songs to play with only real complaint is wish more enemy variation. 4.5/5

Mario Warfare (rewatch)- still peak cinema (10/10)

FE Engage: Fell Xenologue- Kinda weird beating and ranking this before the actual game but what can I say I wanted the units. Honestly I feel I am way more positive on this then I was for the Cinder Shadows, I just was way more invested in the story here then in there. the plot actually made me curious where it was going, I liked the twists and turns for the most part, and enjoyed its darker turn. Of course I can not talk about the dlc without talking about the maps, I played on normal which I am thankful for because god I would have raged quit on higher difficulties. 1-3 where pretty normal if not kinda bland maps. 4 was a really neat concept for a map (well neat for engage its been done in other FE games). 5 just SUCKS tho def would not play it on higher difficulty. 5 was fine on normal honestly just kinda eh. I liked the characters and stuff so idk I enjoyed my time with the Fell. Nel is prob one of my fav engage characters... while Nil is one of my least lmao

Fire Emblem Engage- Story wise was not a huge fan, felt like a big downgrade from 3 houses story (not saying 3 houses story was prefect but). The two things that really save this game for me is the later game units and the gameplay. Love almost all the later game units they add a lot of flavor, which I am glad for because early game units for the most part did like nothing for me and I was worried the whole game would have been like that. Map wise one of my favs, loved all the fun gimmicks and spins on maps. ultimately still had super fun (4/5)

Spookware- I went in really wanting to like this one. I love wario ware and funny/spooky games but dang this disappointed. Biggest issue was how damn buggy it was, constantly got bugs that made me loose levels some broke the game entirely. Episode 2 mircogames where all just GOD awful like I almost put it down multiple times. It also felt like they just ran out of clever mircogames and plot with episode 2 its weird cus it was just such a massive down grade. Plot started out interesting and fun but just ran out of steam super fast. Sadly to me (2/5)

Necrobarista- I REALLY liked this one. The constantly changing perspectives could be a real turn off for some but I thought it was fun. Story was really interesting/fun, liked the characters a ton. Only real complaint is I wished it was longer and a little more fleshed out 4.5/5

Jurassic Park Dominion- RE6 did the plot better 2/5

Fostering Apocalypse- Reaaaaaly short vn, that was hella cute with great art. Honestly so short not much to say, was not a huge fan of how mechanics work around endings but still a good time 4/5

The Spirit & the Mouse- This was great, a fairly short but really enjoyable experience. Kinda a walking sim, there is no really challenge or anything but I don't really think there needs to be. The story it tells is unique and makes me smile. 4.5/5

Idol Showdown- idk not really that big into idols but for the low price of free this is a pretty fun 30 mins or so with friends atleast. Again this game is NOT DEEP but like its a free game what do you expect lmao 3/5

Spawn HBO show- Overall really like this show... but it has some problems esp season 3. I think I liked the concept more then the actual story but like still was a fun time. Glad I saw it either way. Twitch and Burke are the best in this. 3/5

Wandersong- Honestly do not think I can put into words how this game made me feel. Back half of story was fantastic, story was well written and fun. Game play was really fresh without feeling tedious. Design and everything made me really happy. Honestly easily a 5/5

The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special- Decided to finally watch this since vol 3 came out... its fine. Animated segments where awful like wow, and the plot was really meh. It was nice to see more of the guardians interactions tho. 3/5

GOTG Vol.3- I may be a little crazy for saying this but this was an amazing send off to the best franchise in the MCU. Story was great, and like the first two movies the characters all played great off each other. The high evolutionary was one of the few great mcu villains 5/5

Please Be Happy- Sadly I did not like this one as much as I did the other two vns I played by the same devs, Idk just seems the weakest of the bunch. That being said still really solid, if this is their low , then the bar is still pretty high. 4/5

Mario Movie- Yeah it was fine, nothing amazing but did not really expect it to be lmao. The references where fun at times. No where as good as Mario Warfare tho. 3.5/5

Evil Dead Rise- A really enjoyable horror movie actually. I honestly do not have much to say it was just a well put together experience. Evil Dead continues to be one of the most solid long standing horror franchises. 4/5

Gunbusters- Like other Hideki Anno works I started off not feeling it, but it got so so fucking good in the second half. I really love the actions scenes and it did make me cry at the really end. Makes me want to get more into mechs cus this is great as fuck. 4.5/5

Diebuster- You can TELL they went on to make Gurren after this, honestly I did like gunbusters more overall but this is a solid af followup. 4/5

Soul Hackers 2- Kinda conflicted here, REALLY liked the characters and concept... but like the pacing is not really up to par. Wished there was more here. Also people where not lying there is some REALLY awful dungeon design here. Still Ringo and gang are great imo. 3.5/5

Transformers- Some fights where okay actually, but god everything else was abysmal writing was laughable bad wow. 2/5

Batman Soul of the Dragon- It is weird cus like, it is clear the makers of this movie really wanted to make a fun campy 70s kung fu movie but it really just fails at it. Movie also just REALLY did not need batman, like if you took him out nothing would change, felt forced 2/5

Spider-Man:Across the Spider-Verse-Going in I actually had mixed expectations. I knew people love it but the trailers really turned me off as it just seemed.. worse then the original. Glad to say that is FAR from the case, a huge improvement on something already amazing. Easy 5/5

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen- I went in remembering this being worse then the first.. but actually it was better. ITS STILL AWFUL but like the bar was low as fuck. I am scared for the next one as this is where I stop watching as a kid 2/5

(part two of recap coming soon)

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