#life is pretty bad! life is kinda awful! but its fine. its fine this is the end this is it

[writtenbymoonflower]

hi!!! could i pls request some casual dominance polymarauders 🙈

Thanks for requesting, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders, kinda modern!au

cw: kinda d/s dynamics, boys order reader around a bit. if it's not your cup of tea feel free to skip!

810 words

You were attacked with affection the minute you had stepped foot in the house, but you weren’t complaining. It was like James had appeared from thin air to help you shuck your coat off and hang it up for you. 

“Christ, babe. It didn’t know how freezing it was out there. You’ve got like, bits of ice on you.” He fussed, scrutinizing your shaking body and wind-pinched face. 

“It wasn’t that bad, the walk was pretty.” You thought that would be reassuring, but James just looked more aghast. 

“You walked the whole way here?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t have money for the bus.” You admitted shamefully. It seemed like Sirius had appeared in the room to give you a (loving) talking to as well. 

“Then in that case, you call one of us, yeah?” He grabbed your face gently, turning you away from James to look at him. He had his whole intimidation thing going on that made you want to melt into the floor. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger walking in this.” He gave your chin an affectionate squeeze before dropping his hand from your face, you let your gaze fall to the floor.

“I will,” You muttered, barely intelligible. This time it was James who tilted your face up. 

“Speak up baby, and look Pads in the eye when you talk to him.” He was gentle but still assertive. You quickly corrected. 

“I will call you next time.” Still mousy, but at a discernible volume, and now you could see when Sirius’ usual grin overtook his concerned features. He pulled you into him, giving you a tight squeeze. 

“You’re okay, babydoll. You’re not in trouble.” He kissed your neck, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Who’s not in trouble?” You heard Remus’ even tone from the kitchen. You tugged the two men next to you over to where Remus was. He was sitting at the counter, doing some work on his laptop.

“Well it seems like Y/N was determined to give us the fright of our life this afternoon.” James joked (rather dramatically in your opinion), but it’s all good now. 

“They will be requiring some hot chocolate, though.” Sirius pinched at your nose, making an awful cooing sound. “Baby, your face is still all cold.” 

Remus stood up to rummage through the box of hot drink mixes. “Pads love, could you run upstairs and grab the sweater off the end of the bed?” his voice turned more serious as he looked at you. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re still cold, that shirt likely isn’t doing much to keep you warm.” 

“Actually,” You spoke up, ignoring his comment. “Could I have some coffee instead?” James scoffed and Remus rolled his eyes. 

“It’s half past five, baby dove. You’ll be up all night if you have caffeine right now.” Remus clearly wasn’t in the mood to be argued with, but you pressed in.

“I’ll be fine! Besides, my head hurts and I need to get some work done.” 

“Yeah, well, get that idea out of your head.” James shook your shoulders affectionately. “You’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately, you need a rest.” 

“Who needs a rest?” Sirius trotted over to you, manhandling you to get Remus’ sweater over your head. 

“Y/N,” James tattled. “They think they’re getting coffee at this hour.” He laughed like you were being obviously ridiculous. “They also have a headache and didn’t tell us.” You must’ve looked absolutely appalled and quickly floundered to control the damages. 

“I didn’t think it was important! It’s not bad anyway.” 

“Well, let’s try to keep it from getting bad.” Remus handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa, along with a packet of biscuits. “Here, eat these so you can take some pain pills.” He glanced over to James, making the bespectacled boy rummage through the medicine box while Sirius set on getting a glass of water for you. 

“I don’t need any medicine, it will go away on its own.” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of biscoff and feeling flustered from all the attention. Sirius clearly disagreed, because the comment earned you a hard pinch on your bum. 

“Do what Moons said” He punctuated the order with a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he wasn’t really upset with you. Sirius may play stern, but he was really just silly and enjoyed ordering you around a bit, knowing that it made you heated and blushy. 

You set down your hot drink and half-eaten snack to take the pills and water, swallowing your pills and finishing the whole glass before you handed it back. 

“There you go,” James cooed, pulling you into his side. “That’s a good girl” 

You groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Remus.

"Poor baby," He teased, clearly not feeling very sorry for you.

It was going to be a trying night.

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[evilminji]

Can You "Accidental Baby Acquisition" Yourself?

Like? Say you have a You... who is NOT You, obviously, but A You in the Multiversal sense... and their childhood suuuuuucked. Just? Truely awful for reasons beyond their control.

Such as the veil NOT being so easily peirced in their reality and humanity a bit more... Reactive(tm) to ectoplasm, due to the lower concentration of it in the Everything of their Universe. Which makes their parents research? Unattainable. Dangerous.

Ultimately fatal to their elder sister.

And then later, them.

Not that they were even the loving if wildly eccentric parents most of the other You's KNOW and have. Due to that very say research and their long-term exposure to their own samples. The Reactivity.

"Pit Rage" as some circles call it.

They weren't themselves. Stopped BEING themselves long before their children ever came into the picture. If they could think clearly, they would BEG for someone to save their children. From them. From their house of horrors. From what they've become.

And well? You exsist outside of Time. In the Zone. Maybe you have a wide and crazy adventure with this grizzled, worn, badass of a You. Figure he's pretty cool. Ask if he needs anything. And he laughs this broken glass in your chest sort of sound and says:

"Not unless you could give me a real childhood."

Like? Dude. Buddy. My buddy dude. Gonna have to explain that one. You can't just drop that and walk away. We Crazy Action Bros Adventure(tm) bonded. You can tell me. And reluctantly... he kinda does.

And... Look. You exsist outside of TIME. Your mentor IS Time. You can TOTALLY do that.

This.

But like? You realize... there wouldn't be TWO of you... right? If you take mini-Bamf out of the timestream at point A... you, big guy, stop existing at every instance of point B and onwards.

Yeah. Yeah, he gets that. Fully consents. His life was full of bad decisions and dramatic bullshit. He wants a real childhood. His sister back. Wants them BOTH out of that house and somewhere safe. If he could do it himself, he would. Call it his fucked up way of healing. Finally facing his trauma. It's haunted him long enough.

.....well then. Now You've got a baby and a fussy toddler. They have superpowers because of course they do. That house was OSHAs waking nightmares and deepest fever dreams. Jazzypants is hungy. And baby You did a stinky.

This is Fine(tm).

You're a King! You can TOTALLY handle this! Teeeeeemporarily. Since it's not like they can stay HERE. The Zone is literally uninhabitable long term for the living. So time to fire up the ol Brain Meats. Gremlin Ideas formulating. Loading... Loading... Loooooooading. Got it!

You kidnapped them.

Brilliant! FRIGHTY! Where's the Trenchcoat Booze Slu-...SLUHeuth. Sleuth! Totally what I was planning to say, Starshines! Don't curse. Cursing Bad~☆

The Detective Of Loose Morales in The Trenchcoat, who's Soul I Own, Frighty! Where's he at?? *Distant muffled answer* Close enough! Time to give him a heart attack! And throw a fight! Can you toss me a nightmare medallion? I need to instill mortal terror! Thaaaanks, Frighty! Also can you change diapers? *affirmative noises* Ancients, you're the best.

Smash cut to John Constantine. Busting up some cult, as you do. When? Oh fuck. The leaders heading for the store room! Not today, fucker! They fight. They struggle. It's Manly and Gritty and dramatic! When?

A terrible CRASH. Some artifact must have activated. What... have you DONE? *dramatic musical sting* swirling green and DEATH radiates out from a pin prick of nothing. A black hole in reverse. The cold oblivion of space, given bones to claw its way free. Eyes that sear in colors too technicolor and hypersaturated to be mortal. Green. Green! GREEN.

Ice and stars and death and a terrible, unspeakable Crown.

Two... two little sprogs. Tiny bits of nothing in a monsters hand. KIDS, wrapped up in something they never should of even had to nightmare about. John's eyes catch on red, red hair. A tiny little headband with butterflies on it. Pressed so close to dark locks, as she wraps herself around her little bits of a sibling.

The other ones dressed up in stars.

Someone SOLD their fuckin KIDS. Or this damned this STOLE them. It doesn't matter. Not now, not to John. Because this bastard isn't keeping them. He slides like breathing into the waves of luck and chance, odds and fate. Is on his feet and drawing attention. Whatever it takes, he's leaving here with those kids.

He laughs and it's not a kind one.

"Oi! A word if you will?"

@hypewinter @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @ailithnight

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny tricks John in taking the munchkins #john TOTALLY won these infants fair and square guys #he says showing up covered in ash to the next meeting #with two toddlers he has no idea what to do with #so uuuuh #anyone want two kids? #batman put your fucking hand down

[ghostieyanyan]

~Yandere Regrets~

Yan!Ruggie x mc

Yan!Silver x mc

Yan!Cater x mc

Yan!Vil x mc

i thought of this a while ago so hehe.. what does a yandere regret? where's the line for yanderes? hurting their darling? punishment? threats??

Warnings: death, hinted of child birth (its still gender neutral but if you feel uncomfortable with it, you can just say its yandere delusions ^^), sleep spell, manipulation, self-loathing, death threats, hate mail(?), mind break, kinda creeping

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Ruggie

you were supposed to be fine.. this wasn't how it suppose to be... you and him were supposed to grow old and die together. but no. Life always had to spit in his face.

He was stupid.. you were so different from him and he didn't even think about what your body was strong or weak against. the cold in the slums was easy for him to handle, duh, he grew up there... but you were different...

he should have given you vaccines or something to protect you from the slums sicknesses. he should have slowly eased you into the slums with his family... to build up your immune system.

he couldn't get mad at anyone... only himself..

Ruggie wanted you to be part of his life so badly, he took you to the slums in the dead of night and never looked bad at NRC.

Crowley found the way to your world and you just had a week to say your goodbyes... he didn't want you to leave! he didn't want to say goodbye!

the timing was awful... if it was around the end of the year, he could have graduated and then he'll get a good job to support his family, you, and the family he'd like to make with you..

but he was impassion and scared he'll lose you forever.. and he ultimately lost you in the most cruelest ways.

in the slums, everyone knows that you have to be very careful to not get sick. cuts are even worst. sickness means you need medicine, medicine cost money, which they don't have...

it was supposed to just be a common cold...

it was winter time, the snow was starting to fall and covered the slums in a thin layer of snow. it'll likely go away in the morning but it was still cold out. even in sunset savanna.

Most of the kids stayed inside because of the cold. some, who can handle the cold, were playing outside.

Ruggie was with his grandma making you soup. you had a pretty nasty cough and they insisted on something warm in you system would help.

how did his grandma take him bringing you home..? he promised her some great grandkids and she was down for it.. and to say she scared you more than ruggie's threats on if you were to ran away was an understatement. she was living proof on how scary female hyenas could be..

you were supposed to be fine.. the soup was supposed to make you feel better.. he always got better after the soup. but you were different, unique, one of a kind... that's why he fell in love with you..

he knew you didn't love him. he wasn't a good man. he took you away from your home, not just from the mirror, but NRC. he knew you loved being a part of NRC. helping out, even when Crowley forced you, you still enjoyed it...

he thought you could learn to love him and you two would work hard to provide for your family in the slums... and one day work hard enough to better the slums, or everyone.

instead... you died that winter.. because of that stupid cough. and he's now alone... the one thing he didn't want...

he had to say goodbye..

~~~~~

Silver

When silver was a kid, his father would tell him all the stories he knows, which were a lot. his favorites, as a kid, were the stories where the prince or knight characters protects their home and loved ones.

he told his father that when he grows up, he wants to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves. his father told him at he should train and eat a lot to grow strong and maybe he'll find his "royal stuck in their tower~" or "royal stuck in a death like sleep~"

Silver felt that his father always had his head in the clouds for these, "cheesy" scenarios. he personal didn't mind it though. he, himself, didn't know if he'll find his other half but he's not the type that will roll around in his sleep about it...

he thought..

when silver first heard about you, it came from the news of "a newcomer with no magic and a wild monster came to the school ceremony and caused mayhem." but how Lilia described it was "an excited turn of events." silver didn't mind it too much.

he only hear more about you when malleus was telling him, sebek, and Lilia about the child of man staying in the abandoned dorm and how you invited him to this event, not knowing who he is. with how malleus spoke so highly of you, made him curious of this perfect.

he also over heard how you always finding yourself into a bunch of overblot situations. he hasn't even met you and you already sound amazing. kinda like the princes or knights of those old stories...

to say he was charmed by the mysteriousness of you was an understatement. he wanted to go out and just meet you to understand you better but he was always busy. school, clubs, protect malleus, naps, theres a lot on his plate but what can you do.

when he finally met you, from school events or school trips, each time you were with him it felt so warm and comforting. you were so calm and gentle with him, not like he need that but it was a nice feeling. whenever he fell asleep, he'll either wake up to you stering him or with his head resting in your lap. he never want this feeling to end. Silver wants to keep waking up besides you, for the rest of his life.

when he told Lilia about it, how he should confess to you and all. Lilia told him that he over heard you and your first year friends talking about making a break through about you going home, so this confess better be big...

he grew silent, which is normal for him but this was a different silent and lilia could tell..

"how about you show them how much you love them? that your love has no bounds. from twisted wonderland to other realms out there~"

even with lilia cheesy rometic preaching, he had a point. but how..? he wants to show you that you were important to him and that he'll protect you. he'll be your prince to... wake you...

silver stopped by your dorm late, you were just about to go to bed but he asked for time and how it was really important. you agreed and you both decided to talk outside. he started to tell you about his childhood and his love your fairy tale stories his father use to tell him. he told you how he loved you and wanted to show you that both of you were meant to be. he held your hand and pulled out a needle from his pocket.

you started to get scared and tried to pull away but it was untimely useless. silver just over powered you so easily. with one prike from the needle, you stared to feel dizzy and felt like your head ached. you fell into silver's chest which is arms snaked around you.

"it'll be okay.. ill wake you up.. and you'll understand that we were meant to be~"

he picked you up and gave you a sweet soft kiss on your lips.

he waited... and waited... and gave you a kiss again... and waited..

you didnt open your eyes.

~~~~~

Cater

Cater hated being with his family... his dad wasn't there when he needed him, his sisters treated him like an object or play thing, and his mom enables his sisters... if his friends invites him to any family related events, he'll take it in a heartbeat just to be away from his family. he'd rather die than admit that his sisters didn't have an influence on his behavior as a kid and even now that he's older.

when he first saw you, he thought you were the cutest thing in all of twisted wonderland. Cute little perfect, lost in an unknown world and at the mercy of everyone here. like a little animal that lost their way and that doesn't know better, but he'll help this cute lost animal.

it definitely helped his case, with how much ace and deuce brings you around. plus they often leave you to your lonesome because they cause some trouble and drag grim along too. what his luck~

At first he didn't mind sharing you with Trey, you all often spent time together watching trey bake and talking about any drama or rumors from school, trey didn't really mind the drama but he enjoyed the company.

the more Cater spent time with you, the more he fell for you. and when you come to him for anything, his heart skips a beat. you're just too precious in his eyes.

You both made it a thing that he'll come to you to online shop, mainly browsing because you couldn't effort anything. but every time you pointed something you liked, he always had something to say about it.

"i don't know about that... i think this one will match you better~! you'll look so cute in it~"

you didn't really mind, it wasn't like you took it personal... you shouldn't.. right?

sometimes Cater will stop by the Ramshackle dorm and bring you a "goodie bag." it was either the stuff he said you would look good in or some other cute stuff. pins, hair clips, hair ties, accessories, plushies, etc. some of the things weren't in your wheel house of interests but telling Cater you didn't like them when he looks so happy didn't feel right...

so you just allowed him to do whatever he liked.. it wasn't hurting anyone right..?

it wasn't-... it didn't hurt anymore. his teases that felt like hard jabs into your looks and insecurities, didn't hurt as badly anymore. without you realizing it, Cater was the one to dress you up and tell you what to do, eat, and how to think. you thought about it, why didn't you say anything..? well.. cater will be upset. every time you tell him you had a problem with how he treats you, he gets really sad and you just didn't like it one bit... it was too much to keep fighting it.. you were tired... you were drained..

cater and his "helpful inputs" just made you feel insecure of yourself. maybe you really need cater's help. you don't want to be a sore thumb to the people you care for, right?

"hey, what do you think about this? pref-?"

cater looked at you and he froze... he knows that look in your eyes. the pain.. the hurt.. the empty look.. the helplessness..

he's being the monster of his sisters.. to you...

~~~~~

Vil

Vil is a highly respected figure in twisted wonderland. his looks and his voice, his mere presences is a blessing for some people (his fans-). he has to be perfect, he only expects himself to be perfect. with the people around him, he tries his best to not being so strict about them being perfect but as long as they work for that goal, he cant complain too much.

when he met you, he cant say much or you might get crunched under all his critiques. but he admires how hard working you are, whether you like to be or not. to say vil enjoyed your clumsy potato charm was an understatement. the more he watched you, the more he was charmed~

he tired not to be too harsh on you, you are doing your best with the hand you have been delt, but still do you always have to slouch like that?

Whenever you see Vil, he always gives you "advice" whether if they are convention advice, with vil statures and position, you couldn't really say no...

without you realizing it, you find vil appearing more into your life. when you pass your classes, when your getting any paper work for Crowley, even when you are heading back to your dorm..! Vil requested Rook to get your weekly scheule...

at this rate, you'll see vil more than your friends, the only time you see your friends were in class and lunch.

you confronted vil, asking him if something was wrong.

oh boy~ he loves how you could stand up to him~

likely for him, being a great actor comes into his favor when he has to convince you that he's not creeping on you.

"i just like to check up on you. even if your aren't part of the main dorms. i cant let you make a joke out of NRC just because you are magicless"

he lend into you, reaching his hands to your face-!!

"your uniform is also messed up, potato. do i have to do everything for you!"

"o-oh..."

he starts to fix up your uniform and takes his leave. leaving you to process what happened..?

meanwhile someone with a certain hat took a picture and shared it on magicam. news broke out and rumors like "Vil isn't single anymore?!?!" and "who is this mysterious person?!" broke out like wild fire. you only hear about it from Cater who was upset that you didn't say you were in a relationship, much less, to vil!

but with rumors and a big following of vil's fans, comes lots of hate. you don't even have Magicam but you hear all the hate from your friends, classmates, and even classmates that weren't in your class or grade!! they were all getting concerned..

you're address got leaked and you were sent hate mail and death threats everyday! one person even sent pictures of you when you were out on a school event. it wasn't safe for you anymore. this took such a mental tole on you that Crowley had to asked a favor from Ambrose LXIII and have you transfer to RSA...

you didn't want to leave.. but you didn't have a chose anymore..

~

the picture was suppose to lead you to him... you were suppose to run to him, crying in his arms to protect you. Vil was suppose to be your knight in shining armor...

~~~~~

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[evieelyzabethh]

Love your work. <3 Could you write something with reader x spike where they're kinda' pining for one another, but one night he gets injured and has to stay over at her house? She patches him up and maybe offers him a bite? Doesn't have to be nsfw but +5 cool points if it is. <3

Hello, my loves, long time no see!!! I hope this is to your liking <3

Spike is so incredibly reckless. You knew this, he knew, everybody knew that Spike was a walking accident waiting to happen'. He likes to think he can handle himself. "I'm bad, baby," he'd tell you, "M' the big bad slayer killer. I can handle a few scratches." But you were never worried about what he could handle, you were worried about the fact that his blood was always staining your couch. That and the fact that his lack of self-preservation kept you up at night.

Usually, he has some decorum. He doesn't come to you with every scrape and bruise, even though you handled him with much more care than he was capable of extending to himself. It was his way of punishing himself, depriving himself of your head scratches and soft hands for bothering you too much. You scolded him for this, of course. It seems like its every other week (more like every other day) when you and he argue, most often in front of the Scoobies who waited anxiously for you take your arguments to the bedroom, about him leaving you to worry about whether or not he was ash.

"I mean, fuck Spike. Is it really that hard to just give me a call if you plan on bleeding at your place. A little 'Hi, yeah, I don't think I need my wounds treated with modern medicine, I'm gonna take my chances with old whisky and tetanus like the good ol' days'." And every time he takes his well-earned lecture with a smirk and a bowed head.

"Yes, mother, next time I'll break your door down at three in the morning for some pretty pink bandages."

"If you were so ashamed of the pretty pink bandages, maybe you should think before you run into knives!"

Spike has maybe told the truth a grand total of two times in his whole life, so his word means absolutely nothing. He continues to ignore your street like the plague unless it's an absolute emergency.

Now was an emergency.

You barely heard the faint knocks on your door from your bedroom, where you sat on your bed, music blasting from your stereo and some reality court show droning on in the background, catching your attention when someone decided to be particularly messy. You had thought it was your neighbors blind dog scratching at your door again until something large and loud hit it. Quickly arming yourself with a frying pan, you crept to your door, tearing it open for a very injured Spike to nearly fall flat on your floor before he caught himself using your doorframe.

His left hand clutched at his bleeding side and he walked with a limp over to his couch which now had a plastic cover. His dead heart was touched.

"Aw, you were waiting for me, " he croaked out. He fell on his back, one of his hands falling over the side and his eyes closing as soon as his head at the pillow. His shirt had claw marks that were lined with blood and his duster had barely escaped the carnage, a few holes separate from the preexisting moth holes sticky with some supernatural substance.

"Have to be prepared when it comes to you." You patted his cheek, thumbing over his cheekbones to try and arouse some consciousness. "Can't have you fallin' asleep on me. You might not wake up." You weren't going to leave his side until you were sure he wasn't going to die in your absence.

He babbled unintelligently, his mouth moving but having no connection to his brain to form any sort of actual thought. His eyes flit between closed and aware, his head moving to catch up with the spinning room, his mouth impossibly dry, and his head pounding. In his head, he insisted he was fine, but the words wouldn't come out right. He spat them out garbled and messy until he was too choked up to even try anymore.

He was barely conscious when he felt your wrist at his mouth. He had enough sense to shake his head and nudge away your wrist with his nose, but his lack of strength made his attempts futile. "No," he mumbled.

"You'll feel better," your voice swam around in his head until the words lost meaning and he just smiled at the sound of your voice. You swiped your thumb across one of his canines, the red contrasting with the pearly whites of his teeth swiftly wiped away by the pink of his tongue. After the taste of your blood was on his tongue, his sense was surrendered to instinct as he brought your wrist to his lips.

You didn't know what you were getting into. Vampires get their life force from blood, so it just made sense to have him feed from you to expedite the healing process. The more he drank, the louder your heartbeat grew in your ear and the closer he pulled you to him. You had only done this once before, when you were both drink and dizzy and jokes being whispered in your ear turned into tiny nips from your neck that Buffy nearly walked in on.

In complete shock of what had happened then, you never brought it up, halfway convincing yourself that it never happened in the first place. If it did happen, he had enough sense to pull away then and you hoped he had the sense the pull away now, but now was much different. Now, there was a newfound hunger. A desperation. Like he had been starving himself for years and you were the first bite of food he had eaten. Had to have been good food to, with the way he inhaled you, indulged in you like you were some ambrosia or golden mead.

"Spike," you moaned. "I'm getting a bit light-headed." Your voice was high and thin, fearful as you made attempts to pull your arm from his lips. Through his haze, his fangs contracted back, and his tongue swiped whatever lingered on your skin.

"I'm sorry." Sorry for going too far, sorry for almost turning you into an empty Capri Sun pouch, sorry for being reckless again.

" 's ok."

You wobbled a bit as you stood, fingers wrapped around your wound as you shuffled into your kitchen in pursuit of your first aid kit. "You gonna tell me what happened?" He only groaned from the couch.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." You laughed on your way over to him, wrist already covered in gauze with an all too familiar needle and thread in hand.

"You're tired?" The smell of your blood was all too pungent, still. He turned his head towards the wall, studying the numerous music posters and paintings you had hanging.

"Going out to fight evil is a very hard job." You chuckled.

"I know. That's why I stay in here to patch you up." Your fingers were like magic. They always had a way of calming him down. Especially the way you hummed to yourself while you worked. You were never content with just silence. "I expect an answer in the morning." He smiled.

"Yes, ma'am." He fell asleep before you even finished and by the time you were done, you were too tired to walk the down the hall to your bed. You laid your head down on his chest, with no heartbeat to thrum and no breath to rock you, you still fell asleep just like that. Who knew cold bodies were so comfortable.

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[looseratinthegarage]

How often do they stare lovingly at their S/o

REQUEST STUFF FROM MEEEEEEEE only if you want to obviously, I’m kinda out of ideas so if you have one pls request it T^T

Tw: none? Maybe a tad suggestive and mild language idk

Thomas

•Sadly not too much…. But its not because he doesn’t want to!! If he could he’d stare at you all day

•It’s only because he’s in the basement most of the day

•He really doesn’t want you to be around that stuff or that side of him, he’s worried you’ll never look at him the same way

•If you catch him early in the relationship staring he’ll blush and practically run away, and would be worried about scaring you away

•But if your further in the relationship then he’ll probably just kiss your forehead and hold you

Jason

•Kinda a lot-

•If hes not dealing with trespassers then hes ALWAYS lovingly staring

•He’s just so in love with you, also likes to keep an eye on you for safety reasons.

•Really happy that your in his life, his world used to be so dark, but you were that ray of sunshine he needed

•Catching him isn’t hard and he’ll just get flustered

•Often times covering his already masked face

•Give him a lil kiss to reassure him its fine

Michael RZ

•There is almost never a moment hes not staring at you, lovingly or not-

•But hes a sneaky mf so most of the time you wont even know it

•He doesn’t need anyone bs but he likes you in his life

•You give him that normality that he craves

•If you catch him you best not say anything

•If you do confront him about it, even in a cute way, he’ll kinda shut down

•It’s not because of you! He just has a really hard time showing vulnerability

•So instead give him a random kiss everynow and again, he pretends to be annoyed by it but don’t let that fool you ;) big man soft

Yautja

•as much as he can, which is not too often…

•he’s constantly on hunts, he brings you on his ship with him! Just not the hunt itself.. which if for the best

•when he can stare, it’s pretty frequent and intense

•if you didn’t know better you’d think he hated you, or wanted to eat you-

•he also doesn’t mind doing it in front of others

•if you catch him and try to tease him about it, well it’s going to backfire

•he’ll compliment and make you flustered beyond belief

•this man has no shame ;)

Bubba

•All. The. Time.

•he doesn’t understand why what he does is “bad” so he won’t hide you from it, aka he’ll gawk in awe at you while he works

•I like to think of y/n sitting on a counter talking about something random, keeping the boy company, and him just staring with love struck eyes

•of course drayton has a bit of an issue with this, he doesn’t like that it takes Bubba a little bit longer to finish chores

•so will try to get you away from him, it doesn’t last though

•you and bubba always stick together

•if you catch him, he really doesn’t care, maybe only in the beginning of dating

•he’ll just squeal and grab you into a bear hug, lifting you up and spinning around!! while also peppering your face with kisses <3

#horror #slashers #slasher community #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #friday the 13th #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt #halloween #jason voorhees #michael myers #rob zombie michael myers #slashers x reader #thomas brown hewitt #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #predator x reader #rz michael myers #freddy krueger #michael myers x reader #nightmare on elm street #slasher #yautja x reader #scream

[prettyboykatsuki]

*shuffles in* I'm here to ask about Yuuta as it's now "later". Ahem, so about Yuuta? :3

i cant stop thinking about like. childhood friend yuuta and asking him to have sex because you're sexually frustrated but he's been in love with you since he was little and has had eyes for you forever

like. anon its been haunting my brain. you're not really thinking twice. you've always taken care of yuuta (chronic crybaby who couldn't fight to save his life for most of your childhood) so it became sort of natural for you to treat him that way. you're a literally rougher and more intimidating than he is

yuuta wants you to treat him like a guy. sure he's younger than you but he hates that he's been stuck with the whole little brother thing forever. you're like.. a recently graduated student looking for a job and yuuta is a college sophmore. and in your rush to graduate and get a career you are simply so pent up you're going to go insane.

so you're bothering him in his apartment (he lives with inumaki) after submitting what feels like. the hundreth job application. you shut your computer and sigh.

"yuuta."

"huh? do you need something?"

"lets just have sex."

you broke him. he thinks he misheard so when you repeat it only to say the same thing he thinks he might've died and gone to heaven. you want to do what? with who???? he turns around and he looks like he's about to sob and throw up he is sooo overwhelmed. like duh he wants to have sex with you but he is So In Love With You that if you go near his dick he might start losing it.

"y-you want to...to have sex with me?"

"yeah. you're good looking. i know you work out and wont hang me out to dry. and you're not seeing anyone right?"

"no! definitely not. n-not seeing anyone and wont in the near future,"

"then its a perfect set up. im a good lay i promise,"

yuuta wants to be like... you could be awful and he'd still probably cream himself. he's not gonna fix his mouth to say that but hes thinking it. the prospect is so overwhelming he literally has to close his eyes. he wants to do it really bad. but again, romantic attachments. he's really considering if he can handle simply being your sex partner when he knows very well he wants to kiss you and hold hands.

so he says "i dont like sleeping with people im not dating," which is a flat-out lie. he doesn't care and never has. but then to his surprise, you just giggle and go.

"that's so like you. that's fine. sure, lets date while we're at it. 2 for 1."

and that makes him fucking LOSE it. there's no way its that easy right???? RIGHT???? but you're all smiles and you don't look like you're being sarcastic. he's going to die early or he's definitely already dead. this has to be heaven, he's literally rubbing his eyes. you sit up and sort of gesture him over to you

and he RUSHES towards you. collapses in your arms and feels his chest squeeze where you giggle. you kinda grab his face in your hands, thumb swiping at his tears.

"you grew up to be pretty handsome, yuuta. what a face. the girls must like you on campus, hm?"

"i dont care what they think." which is true. he doesn't at all.

"you care about what i think though?"

yes. a lot. he is so happy that you called him handsome he is going t collapse, but he just nods kinda meekly. and then you kiss him and he just. combusts. fizzles out like soda on a computer. brain immediately empty.

"well if it matters, then you're pretty handsome. lemme see what other faces you make, okay?"

he resigns himself to be the best fuck of your life because he is so determined to make you fall for him right then and there. he will do Anything and will not the let the opportunity slip him by.

#return to sender #i want to turn this into a full multichapter fic AJSDKJSDJS #i cant stop thinking about it

[jennilah]

I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.

I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.

I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes

omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao

actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)

ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.

There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".

so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.

yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:

-Durarara!! -Deus Ex -Supernatural -Godzilla -Detroit: Become Human -There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI -And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here) -Halloween & Friday the 13th -and now, Saw

I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.

my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.

sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)

which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.

and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)

this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck

(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)

and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway

anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!

tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰

#jennilargh #jenna answers

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 2: rooftop (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, smut in later chapters

taglist: @inkthgoat ​ @pnsduck @mysideeffectsofyou

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You nearly cried when you saw half a million yen in your bank account Saturday morning. You spent a few extra minutes in bed, grinning at the ceiling and thanking the kami for Hawks. You couldn’t help but think of the smile in his voice and the playful spark in his eye. I should thank him again, you thought. You reached for your phone just as a text came through.

Hawks: morning! the transfer should have gone through by now, lemme know if you got it

You: Yes, I got it. Thank you again, the amount is extremely generous for three weeks. I hope my work lives up to it

Hawks: i’m sure you’ll be worth it :) so for monday, i was thinking we should meet up near the psc hq with enough time for you to give me a quick crash course on taking photos for evidence. I’ve got an ear piece for you too, so we can be in constant contact while we’re spread out

You: Yeah we can do that. Do you have a DSLR?

Hawks: lol what is that

You: Are you serious

Hawks: nah haha its the 21st century, i know what a digital camera is :D i don’t have one though

You: omg good grief Hawks

You: Most cell phones can take pretty good pics these days, so I’m sure yours will be fine. Or I can teach you how to work the SLR and I’ll use my phone since I know what I’m doing

Hawks: ooo I kNoW wHaT i’M dOinG

You: Wow, the attitude. I could always just take your money and run

Hawks: could you tho? i bet i could track you down

You: I could go off the grid and you’d never find me

Hawks: eh, you’d get bored and lonely. plus i have my ways

You: Maybe bored, but I doubt I’d get lonely. Snowy owls are solitary

Hawks: not always ;)

You couldn’t help but blush. His cheeky banter made you wonder how he could be so comfortable with someone he just met. You crafted, then deleted, then rewrote, then deleted your reply again, trying to find the line between professional and playful. He was right, after all, and spring was on its way.

You: I should have known you were going to be a handful, Hero.

Hawks: ;) ;) ;)

You rolled your eyes and blushed again. Goofball, you thought. You just might reciprocate the flirting, once your work was done.

You: Text me when you have something important to talk about, Bird Brain

Hawks: aw c’mon, i’m just teasing ya

Hawks: how does 3:30p monday at the family mart a block east of the psc sound? we can grab some snacks, hang out on the rooftop and take some practice shots

You: No offense, but you kind of attract attention, so going anywhere in public in the light of day with you is going to be a no for me. Nighttime shooting is more involved than shooting in full daylight, that’s when I think we’ll need to practice. How about tomorrow after sundown?

Hawks: you just can’t wait to see me, huh?

Hawks: but yeah, I can make that work. same place, 8p tomorrow. and i’ll grab snacks beforehand, all by my lonesome :’( what kinda stuff you like?

You: Sounds good to me. Nothing spicy. Other than that I’m really not picky. Something salty and something sweet I guess

Hawks: no spice? bummer

Hawks: i’ll hook you up tho. see you then!

You felt childish sitting on the roof with your feet overhanging the side of the stories-high building downtown Fukuoka. The busy street below bustled with life, but no crimson feathers to speak of yet. Your stomach was convinced you were on a roller coaster, slowing ticking up and up and up towards the crest of a great drop. No professional dealings had ever gotten you in knots like this.

What if I’m a bad teacher? What if he’s a total moron and doesn’t understand anything I say? What if I trip over my words? What if I forget something super important and his photos turn out horrible? What if he forgets to take off the lens cap?

Your anxiety and the bracing breeze sent a chill through you. You pulled your thumb sleeves tighter over your knuckles. Cold weather was your comfort zone, but something in the air felt… Different.

You pulled your camera bag onto your lap and fiddled with the settings. The night cityscape from the top of the building made for a nice shot, and it might ease your nerves to practice what you wanted to say in your mind before Hawks arrived. You stood, knelt, leaned, trying to get the composition just right when you sensed a presence behind you.

“Ayo! Getting started without me?”

“Geez, tell the entire neighborhood we’re up here!” you griped, turning off your camera.

Hawks laughed, took off his flight goggles and slid his headphones off to hang around his neck. “Not like we’re doing anything nefarious up here anyway! How ya been?” he asked, sitting down to lean against the half wall ledge next to you, konbini bag in tow.

“Fine, just getting a couple shots of the skyline,” you said before stowing your camera. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Same old stuff, chasing cliche thieves and villains. Come check out what I got for ya. Whatever you don’t like I’ll be happy to eat. Cool jacket by the way. Custom made?”

“Oh, this?” you gestured. “I modified it myself actually. All I did was take some cheap track jacket, cut a hole in the back and surged the edges. Well, and I dyed it black.”

“Let me see the back,” he asked, gesturing for you to turn around. You turned shyly, spreading your wings out to compliment the work you’d done. Hawks smirked, impressed. “Very nice. You sew then?”

You tucked your wings back in and sat next to Hawks. “I like to make or modify stuff for my wings at least. Tailors are expensive, plus sometimes I get the itch to do creative stuff.”

“That’s really cool. I may have to commission you for some of my ideas!” he said, pulling out a veritable buffet of konbini goodies. You chuckled.

“Geez, are we expecting guests?” You grabbed a pack of umaibo, one of your favorite crunchy snacks.

“Nah, I’m just a growing boy! Hero work burns a lot of calories, and I haven’t had a break since lunch!” he said as he tore into a famous Famichiki. He offered a second to you. “Saw these right next to the register and couldn’t pass ‘em up. Something about konbini fried chicken warms the soul, ya know?”

You took it, smiling. “These remind me of middle school.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How so?”

“There was a Family Mart between school and home, I used to grab them all the time,” you said. “Glad you don’t mind being a cannibal.”

He laughed. “Right? People call me that all the time! We can’t help that we’re birds of prey!” His laughter warmed you. Or was it the hot food?

“I always wonder what school was like,” Hawks continued. “I was home schooled. Well, sort of. I never went to regular school at least.”

“You didn’t go to UA?” you asked. “I thought that was pretty much a requirement for pro heroes.”

He shook his head. “Nope, not for me at least. I might have liked to go there, but…” He looked into the distance. “Growing up wasn’t the best for me.”

You tilted your head and looked at him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Eh, s’just how it is. Things are good now. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about stuff like where meals are gonna come from anymore, you know?”

You frowned. “Damn, it was that bad? I hate that.”

He polished off his chicken and stole some umaibo from your open bag. “Yeah, it was shitty but it didn’t last forever. But enough about me anyway. What’s your family like?”

“Mom was pretty quiet and Dad was super busy, so pretty typical family, I guess. Although I do have a twin brother.”

“Ooh, that’s cool. Where do they all live?”

“Up in Hokkaido,” you said, stealing back your umaibo.

“Damn, that’s far. Anywhere near Sapporo?”

“Mom’s near Date where I grew up, a couple hours southeast of Sapporo. Don’t really know where my dad is these days, and my brother’s way out in the middle of nowhere. He hates the city even more than me.”

“You hate the city?” he asked, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Too much going on. The noise, the lights, the swarms of people… It’s a lot. My hometown was pretty quiet but there was no opportunity for work there. Sapporo would have been alright probably but… I just wanted a big change I guess, so I picked Fukuoka. So here I am, just trying to cope with my quirk.”

You surprised yourself with how much you said, chalking it up to Hawks’ comforting presence and being a good listener.

“Crazy that you moved across the whole country. Does your brother have a similar quirk?”

“Yep, almost exactly the same. His wings are pretty much pure white, almost no speckles like I have.”

“Ah, interesting,” he said. “You guys close?”

You gave a cynical chuckle. “Definitely not. I’m not really close with anyone.”

He tilted his head. “Not with anyone? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes.

“No best friend?” he asked.

“When I was in school. But not anymore.”

“No boyfriend?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed darkly. “No, definitely not.”

Hawks furrowed his brow but smiled playfully. “You mean you’re not a total ball-busting heart-breaker?”

You snorted. “Hell no. Try chronically single.”

He chuckled. “I may be high on the public approval charts, but I’m afraid I suffer that fate too.” He tossed you some Winter Melty Pocky. “My excuse is that I’m always too busy, but I wouldn’t mind making time for someone special. Maybe someday when things settle down and villains don’t run the streets some angel will sweep me off my wings.” He had a wistful look in his eyes as he tore through another snack.

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either,” you said.

Your mind drifted back to your middle school days as you opened the Pocky. Your first kiss had been stolen by a rambunctious boy in your class who was dared to play the Pocky game. The popular girls turned him down, but you, not knowing the true intention of the game, waited patiently with the biscuit in your mouth. As his lips crashed against yours, you were confused, not lovestruck as you wanted your first kiss to be. The only kiss since then was a brief make out session at the only college party you ever attended. He tasted of cheap beer and tobacco, a combination that still makes your stomach turn. You never spoke again once winter break arrived, but at least the occasion was consensual.

As you munched on the bitter chocolate, you wondered what Hawks might taste like. You caught yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Am I insane? I just met this guy two days ago!

“So, the other day you said you don’t trust heroes. Any particular reason why?” Hawks asked.

Your face grew tense. “A few. The hero market is pretty over-saturated these days.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, that might be true. But how does that affect your trust in them?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not convinced there’s enough crime to go around. I think a lot of them probably take care of a couple high-publicity jobs and go home after an hour’s work.”

Hawks eyed you. “Have you looked at crime statistics recently?”

“Not since college.”

“You might be surprised at them. I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but crime rates have changed a lot with quirks getting more common.”

“Yeah, and while quirks are a fine explanation for the crime increase and the overabundance of heroes, I’d rather it be police stopping crime. Doing it for the notoriety defeats a lot of the purpose in my eyes.”

“What’s the difference though?” Hawks asked, turning towards you. “Isn’t it good that crime gets stopped, period?”

You shook your head. “Doing something good just because you know people are watching? Seems a little hollow. To me, it’s more about integrity. Heroes should work behind the scenes more and focus on doing the right things when no one is looking.”

He nodded. “I completely agree. So how do you know they aren’t already doing that if all you see are their TV appearances?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but once you met Hawks’ golden eyes, your words died in your throat. Damn, you thought. He’s exactly right. He seemed to know it too, but he didn’t boast. He only continued to search your eyes, his lips upturned in a soft smile.

“So, what do I need to know for your camera?” Hawks asked as he opened a bag of spicy chips.

“First thing, you had better not get any of that spicy dust on it, or I’ll toss you off the roof,” you quipped. You might not mind a touch of spice, if it came from his lips.

“Your threat would be scarier if I couldn’t fly,” he said, attempting to steal one of your Pocky sticks. You swatted the back of his hand playfully.

“Uh-uh, if you wanted some Pocky you should have gotten two, bird brain,” you said, pulling out a stick and waving it to tempt him. “These are my favorite.”

Hawks pouted. “Aw, but spicy chocolate is so good!”

You briefly thought of putting the biscuit between your teeth to tease him with it, just like the old Pocky game, but you could never work up the nerve to be so bold. Instead, you held the stick in front of his mouth and rolled your eyes.

“Geez, if you’re gonna whine about it.”

“You sure?” he asked, holding your eye contact. You rested the Pocky against his lips. He smiled and gently bit the biscuit in half, then chased it with a spicy chip, then ate the other half of the Pocky. He hummed in delight as he licked the flavored dust off his fingers. You scrunched up your nose.

“That is so gross,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, the chocolate on those is even better than the regular ones! Definitely a good combo. You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?”

“Absolutely not, especially after you just licked your fingers!”

He gave a menacing smile and extracted a chip from the bag, loaded with spicy dust. “Come on now, just one won’t kill you.”

“Ugh, no way!” You pushed his arm away, giggling. He easily overpowered you and brought the chip dangerously close to your face. “That smells like fire, oh my gosh Hawks!”

You playfully shoved at each other, laughing as you tried to get the diabolical chip as far away as possible. Hawks feigned weakness and you grabbed his wrist, aiming the chip back towards his mouth. He chomped it, then lunged for you Pocky, snatching it out of your hand.

“You cheater!” you squealed, grabbing his other wrist and struggling with him for control.

“Ah! Damn girl, you’ve got some sharp claws!”

You looked at your hands, noticing your naturally black nails digging into his skin. You released him, suddenly guilty over the half moon marks left in his flesh.

“Oh, geez, sorry!” you yelped. Hawks just smiled and took out a piece of Pocky.

“No worries, I’m tough. I can handle a battle scar or two,” he said, holding the Pocky to your lips. “See, didn’t even break the skin.”

You took the Pocky with your teeth and turned away, cheeks warm. “Maybe I should have for stealing my treat.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to share?” he asked with a gentle elbow to your side.

“They taught me to fend for myself! Now are we gonna goof off all night or we gonna get down to business? We do have work to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like making you laugh.” His smile made his eyes wrinkle. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but smile too. He’s so pretty…

“Oh, but speaking of work, here’s the ear piece.” He pulled a device from his pocket and handed it to you. “Connect it to your phone and tomorrow while we’re on surveillance, we can talk to each other.”

You examined the compact device. “And what if I get sick of hearing you?”

He grinned and shrugged. “You can always turn down the volume and see how long it takes me to notice you aren’t listening.”

You laughed. “Alright, sounds good. Now, let’s get started with some camera stuff. Do you know what aperture is?”

Hawks pretended to rack his brain. “Hm, that company from the Portal games?”

“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

next (part 3)

#hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami

[oaxleaf]

mag 186 - quiet

i've been thinking a lot lately about the need to confront your depression to truly be able to move on from it. its pretty relevant to my life currently, but i also think it's just kind of a general thing. not necessarily to relive it or whatever, but to truly work through it all once your in a more rational state. i kinda think that's what martin's doing here - obviously shit still sucks, but going back to take a look at it all once he's climbing up from his lowest point in season four really seems like an important step for him

thing is, sadness is not bad. there's catharsis in it, a lot of the time, and genuinely therapeutic qualities in it. it's a natural part of life. issues arise when it takes things over or when you don't have a good way to deal with it. which really is what his domain is for him. it's not meant to hurt him, but it's more of a controlled enviornment to confront your emotions in. that's pretty much what therapy is, anyway, right?

martin still struggles after this. he's very good at denial and burrying his emotions, and the way he seems to deal with both his own depression and the general state of the world is to just refuse the way it is. he does a pretty good start at accepting the former, but he continues to struggle with the larger scale external stuff. i think a lot of it lays in the fact that hearing that things won't always be fine or that some things will always be awful is really hard when you're trying to fight your way out of the depression hole. as frustrating as his refusal to see the world for what it is is, it's still a good sign. i think depression so often comes from a deep sense of pessimism and nihilism, where it feels like no matter what, the world is going to shit. the first step to getting out tends to be to no longer view the world as such. but of course, when the world truly is falling apart, it's difficult to find that step out. denying the state of the world might not be the best course of action, but it's far from unreasonable, nor the worst course. i still view it as a sign of him wanting to get out

#tma #a mag a day #mag 186 #martin blackwood

[bisexual-cryptid]

a short guide on writing smoking weed

a lot of people on my post about being able to tell whether an author has smoked or not have mentioned wanting to write that stuff but being concerned bc they have never done it themselves, so here’s a short guide on what smoking weed is like/ how to write it

when someone is smoking for the first time they most likely won’t feel anything/ it’ll take a while for it to kick in. now this is not the case for everyone, but for the most part it takes a few times of smoking before anyone feels the effects. for example- it took about 10 smoke sessions before i felt anything when i first started smoking

it is normal for someone to cough after smoking, even if they are experienced. my dad has been smoking weed every day for around 25 years and even he still coughs sometimes.

that being said, some forms of smoking are more likely to make you cough. a bong is less likely to make you cough, although it still can. and a joint or pipe is more likely to make you cough. (at least in my experience. it’s different for some people though)

depending on the strand the weed will have a different effect.

sativa is a more energizing, and you feel it most in your head (that floaty feeling you hear people talk about is most related to sativa) it can help with anxiety and stress

indica is a more relaxing and it is often associated with a full body high (your body feeling heavy and relaxed and kinda like you don’t wanna move) it helps most often with stuff like insomnia and helping sleep better

there are also hybrids (what i’m most experienced with) which do a mixture of both

weed can be super helpful for helping with anxiety and stress but for some people it does the opposite. it can make people really paranoid and anxious. (weed helps me calm down if i’m having a panic attack but it makes it worse for my dad if he smokes while in the middle of a panic attack)

some people don’t like weed for this reason, bc for some people it really does just make them feel worse.

saying that, even someone who is calmed down by weed, can sometimes have a bad high. especially if you get too high, it can make you feel really awful and anxious.

when smoking (for an experienced smoker) weed tends to kick in pretty fast. it’s not you take one hit and you’re gone. it usually takes a couple minutes or so, and it takes more than one hit (for most people) to get high. but it also depends on the type of weed, some strands are stronger than others and get you higher faster

weed on its own can’t give you a hangover. sometimes if you smoke enough, or most often it happens with edibles, that you can wake up after a night of being high and still be a little high, and it’s never very fun, it leaves you a little disoriented, but you don’t get nauseous or a headache or anything like that.

weed mixed with alcohol however will give you the worst hangover of your life. if you get high and only have a beer or two with it, you’ll be fine and probably won’t feel anything the next day. however, if you get drunk and high, you will feel like shit the next day.

edibles are very different from smoking. they take much longer to kick in (usually about 1-2 hours) and they last for a lot longer. usually smoking only lasts for at most a couple hours, but edibles often last upwards of 3-5 hours. they also often hit harder than smoking does, bc it’s harder to know how something will hit you with edibles

how hard edibles hit and how long they last also depends on a few other factors. how much you’ve eaten that day- if you’ve only eaten a little or haven’t eaten in a few hours the edible will hit faster and harder, but if you’ve eaten a lot or super recently it will hit later and will be weaker.

also, how often you take edibles effects it. if you take them super often they take longer to kick in and last for less time, but if you haven’t taken them in a while they hit faster and stronger.

the effects of weed: for the most part it’s pretty straight forward. the clichés you hear are mostly right. a kind of floaty feeling, or your body feeling heavy are pretty accurate. it can also feel like you have tunnel vision sometimes or that your eyes have a hard time focusing on things. moving feels weird. it’s hard to explain if you haven’t experienced it, but it feels different depending on the strand. with sativa it often feels (for me at least) like everything is moving faster but with indica it often feels like everything is moving really slow.

for the most part, it’s not super easy to tell when someone is high. someone has to be really high for it to be outwardly noticeable. for the most part at least. i have some friends who you can tell right away bc they get super giggly, but for the most part it’s not noticeable.

however, that does not mean it doesn’t feel like it’s noticeable. without fail, every time i’ve been high, i’ve been sure everyone can tell, bc it’s really obvious to me, but for the most part no one has ever been able to tell without me telling them.

people sometimes get something called “the shakes” it’s normal and isn’t dangerous or anything, but it can be a little scary the first time it happens. for some people it means they shake really bad while high, for others (like me) it means you get really twitchy while high.

the munchies are also pretty common. i personally don’t get them, but i have a ton of friends who do. it basically just means you get really snarky while high. it’s probably the most commonly known effect of weed.

weed is not a hallucinogenic. if you are high and start seeing things it means the weed was laced with something, bc weed on its own doesn’t do anything other than get you high. it doesn’t cause hallucinations or anything in that realm.

weed is not addictive. you literally can not get addicted to it, however you can become emotionally dependent on it. you can’t get withdrawal symptoms from it bc you cant get physically dependent on it, but you can become emotionally dependent.

what that means is, you can become more irritable or anxious if you use weed super often, and haven’t smoked in a while. for example, if i haven’t gotten high in a few days, i start to feel more anxious and depressed bc i use it to help with my anxiety and depression.

and those are the basics of smoking weed to help with writing it if you haven’t smoked before!! if you have any questions please feel free to ask them! or if you have different experiences to me and want to reblog talking about them, also feel free! i hope this was helpful!!

#this is in reference to a stranger things post i made yesterday #weed #marajuana #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #medical maryjane #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writing prompt

[just1gnome]

some questions for your dsmp su au!

Do you have any ideas for possible fusions, what they would look like, what gems, etc? I would be happy to make some concepts if you do (if you don't want me too thats fine also!!)

What weapons would the gems have? I have a few ideas if you need them!

i got REALLY carried away so im puttin all that under the cut

im thinking a lot of thoughts sporadically rn but OBVIOUSLY the iconic duos fuse at least once, ie clingy duo, emerald duo, (wildcard but) foolish and eret probably fused back in the day in their shared backstory to commit the Atrocities

em duo and happy duo tend to casually fuse pretty often(when the Horrors arent happening) and i think it would be CRIMINAL not to make em duo watermelon tourmaline. for happy duo tho, i was thinking black opal with primarily blue accents for their fusion, but then i remembered that i made bad a black opal with primarily red accents so i cant do that

clingy duo's easy answer would be bloodstone. so im gonna go with that one, and they usually fuse to punch things good. bee duo on the other hand, i dont think they fuse ever. its just not something they do

the schlatt/quackity fusion would be so fun to play around with theyre so awful for each other and i eat it up(the fiances have also fused and it was much better)

OHH i think maybe MAYBE in the butcher army arc when they go to techno's house, quackity makes them all fuse to fight him (he kicks their ASS) and that sorta put ranboo off fusing in a sorta "hmmm no thank you" kinda way

going back to tommy for a sec, i think MOST of his fusions are for power. like if they need to get the upper hand in a battle he'll ask to fuse but its not a common thing for him. schlatt/dream also do that but like in an asshole kinda way

i think wilbur also doesnt fuse. like an extension of his early l'manburg ideals but more personal "youre free to fuse but its not my cup of tea"

doomsday trio fused once but phil wasnt a big fan of it

this is NOT fusion related but i keep thinking about it SGFHFSDJ that one phil stream where kristin was walking around as him and got day drunk(i think about it often) i think that was her sorta 'white diamond'ing him, temporarily taking control of his body from a remote location to experience everyday gem life(ofc this was voluntary unlike white diamond's)

now WEAPONS

techno has the classic rose shield but thats about it for Gem Specific weapons, he has his sword, but he forged that himself, and of course, later down the line ranboo gifts him his axe which he ALSO made himself and everybody is shocked by this

phil has a scythe and it CAN shatter(angel of death teehee)

tommy, tubbo, ranboo, wilbur and probably a few others dont have traditional weapons. for the most part they have lights or gem powers, but no weapons as theyre not built for combat theyre built for other things!(the sword phil stabbed wilbur with was a rejuvenator that wilbur owned, but that also was not his 'Gem Weapon'. he also never used it ever and that certainly has implications)

ive been writing this for like 30 minutes thats all i got rn BUT i love a bit a' bantah and i would love to hear your ideas! if they are yummy enough i might use them perhaps no promises <333

#gnome's rock au #gnomisms #dsmp #dsmp au #dream smp #im not taggin all 'at

[unethicalmorals]

Looking at the March spawn ratings like my damn life depends on it

Brackens have a spawn rate of 20.92%, so the thing that killed the Thumper could potentially be a very large Bracken, but Brackens don't usually maul their Pray. So unless this Bracken was particularly pissed off at the thumper, it might be crossed off as the potential killer

The thumper could've also potentially been cannibalized! But why would the bigger Thumper take only the head and leave the rest of the body? Also how would it have left a gold ingot? I'll probably cross off another thumper as the killer

Ghost don't typically spawn on March, plus they target people with low sanity levels, and a Thumper is just a weird little animal, no sanity to lose. So, no ghost (I support ghost Robin brutalizing Thumpers though good for her)

Maybe a Coil-Head? They are known for somehow removing people's arms and heads, though the thumper doesn't have a coil in its neck so likely not. Unless the coil-head just decided to leave gold this time for whatever reason

Nutcrakers have a pretty low spawn rate but still higher than a Jester. Though, probably wouldn't remove a Thumpers whole head, unless it was just really mad and kept shooting the thumper until it's head was completely eviscerated, which is a funny visual (What did the Thumper ever do to you Nutcracker?😭)

There can only be 1 Jester in a facility at a time, so unless you intend to ignore spawn counts given the magic of fanfic, I don't think it was a Jester. Unless it was the same Jester currently hunting Rabbit, but I'm pretty sure the Rabbit situation and Bishop/Pink situation are happening at the same time

So far, I think the most likely candidate is a very big, very angry Bracken. But who knows! Maybe a hydrodere absorbed it's head! I'm excited either way‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Anyways V50, yummy, delicious, I have a love-hate relationship with the Butler. On one hand, he's kinda goofy, on the other, he is the only thing in the entire game that genuinely Freaks me out like get the FUCK. AWAY FROM ME IMMEDIATELY. DECREPIT LITTLE FUCKIN THING DEAR GOD-- THE MUSIC DOES NOT HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️

Man-made horrors are fine, sexy even. Put a fuck-ugly puppeted corpse with a knife? Awful, disgusting, I won't sleep for weeks

I think it's mechanics are neat though. It will literally look around a little bit before pulling out it's knife and charging at you😭😭😭 and the fact it just goes back to sweeping if someone else comes by while it's chasing you like okay you little shit fuck off (affectionate) (also extremely derogatory)

Old birds though I love them so much, I want to see the crew chased by one it would be so funny (for me. Absolutely not them. Maybe Pink actually-)

I'd like to think Bishop would be absolutely Giddy to see a bigass robot at first, taking a moment to admire its design. He wants to know how it's inner workings function so bad!!!!! But then it starts shooting missiles at him and playing the crying baby sound and Bishop immediately just "😃😀😦😰 what the fuck"

-Watcher

Hehe, there are so many things that it could be,, I wonder what has the potential to kill a Thumper, especially to eviscerate it in such a way,, 🤭

I love the exploration you've gone into figuring out the March monster,, AAhh!! 😊😉 Your final guess is pretty in line with what my friends have guessed too!! :D

So far the top guesses are; - Bracken - Nutcracker - Me, apparently????

However, we won't get the answer until we finally reach that chapter!! Here's a quick sketch in the meantime ♥ 😌

YESS v50 ‼️‼️‼️ I'M IN LOVE WITH IT GRRR I have a love-hate relationship with the Butler too-- On one hand,, a fucked up little guy filled with hornets!!! 😁 BUT HE IS INCREDIBLY UNNERVING 🥺 (shaking hands with you 😭🤝) I like that you can hear the bugs buzzing inside when you get too close 👀👀👀 ((I DO NOT LIKE THE MUSIC HOWEVER)) When you kill him too it is quite,,, HMM 😬😒😬 ANYWAY--

The Old Birds bring out the robot-fucker in me 😌I love them so much,, I love those clunky ass things,, the single flashlight eye oh my god,,, And they incinerate you completely when they grab you?? 👀👀👀 (I'm sorry)

(Pink needs more enrichment and if the crew are subjected to horrors in the process?? Then so be it. Pink is willing to make that sacrifice~)

Bishop would LOVE to figure out the mechanisms of the Old Birds, he would be all over their inactive forms!! ((He would freak out when it activates and proceed to go through the five stages of grief simultaneously upon hearing those baby crying sounds)) <- Incredibly fucked up thing of the Old Birds to do btw,, who does that,, baby crying sounds while killing you-- ohmygod I love them 🥺

Here's a Pink waving at Rabbit as a bonus, courtesy of Porsha 😌

#ask #watcher #tsitd

[emerald-notes]

Jack In The Box, album by J-Hope

Notes: It’s time to express some of my thoughts regarding every member’s solo albums and singles. I’ve been putting it off for months. Let’s do it without further delay, starting with the first member to have released his solo album.

1. Intro: 9/10

“It flapped its delicate wings as it danced around Pandora, lightly brushing against her shoulder.”

Basically it’s the story of Pandora in Greek Mythology and the origin of hope in the mortal world. If you haven’t heard it yet, this post is a sign for you to look it up (also check out Ted Ed’s video ‘The myth of Pandora’s box’ for more details). The narration of the story (J-Hope’s intro) is smooth and short. It sounds pleasing to the ears. And it is definitely a unique idea for his album’s intro. I believe what Hoseok’s been trying to tell is that what he is to the Armys is what hope is to all the people on earth.

2. Pandora’s Box: 10/10

“J to the Hope, Jung to the Huimang, Jack in the box”

Only Hoseok can make a fine connection between a myth, a toy and his whole personality and also make total sense. It’s probably my first time listening to a song that is a retelling of a myth. And Hoseok did an amazing job here. The lyrics made my jaw drop, like literally. I said it once and I’ll say it a hundred times, BTS is one of the few artists who knows what poetry truly is. And this song is one of the many living proofs.

3. More: 8.5/10

“My work makes me breathe. So I want more”

The first released song with the music video shook me a great deal like it did to many Armys I’m sure. The sunshine of the group in such a grim-emo kinda look was absolutely out of the blue. Nevertheless, this vibe suits him right. Comparing their passion for making art with an awful addiction is a thing BTS did in their early works too. I can see that theme portrayed from Hoseok’s perspective so well.

4. Stop: 6.5/10

“The only belief that rules over me, ‘There are no bad people in the world’”

The struggle of freeing yourself of the innate nature of being judgmental is portrayed in this masterpiece. Shoutout to Hoseok for speaking about the truth of today's world and people’s values and ethics while still keeping an open mind, making sure not to judge anyone harshly. The lyrics definitely deserve praise. But personally I think it is not a song that I can listen to more than once.

5. = (Equal Sign): 7/10

“Same, the breaths we breathe. Same, the dreams we dream of”

Yes! Sing it, J-hope. Who’s going to give us hope at times of despair if it isn’t you? The change is indeed soon to begin. We’re all in this together. Let’s make a better world without prejudice and hate. BTS, as well as us, the Armys; we believe in ‘Love’.

6. Music Box: Reflection: 10/10

This one is actually brilliant. At first I played it on repeat many times a day. I even set it as my alarm ringtone and it is still there. I know, we shouldn’t be doing that because it makes us hate the music afterwards. But I still couldn’t grow to dislike it. This music has a whole aesthetic to it that makes me imagine myself in a music video everytime I play it.

7. What If...: 8.5/10

“What if I have nothing?”

This one shows what Hoseok has been trying to portray through the whole album pretty directly. You can see him questioning his own personality. Is he really all sunshine and rainbows inside out? I mean, is that even possible for a human? You can hear his passion pouring out in the voice. Chef’s kiss to the bravery of finally speaking out; louder for the people on the back.

8. Safety Zone: 8/10

“In my 20’s, I’m living an endless life”

It hurts when you look up a song and you find the lyrics so sad. The life of an idol is never really easy. People need to keep in mind that these idols are humans too. Give them some break for God’s sake. They talk about their struggles through their songs and yet we fail to see it. I really hope Hoseok finds peace and happiness that he deserves.

9. Future: 6.5/10

“Walking in the future, a step of hope”

The fact that Hoseok worries about his future too shows how much he is like us. After all, at the end of the day, we’re all human. Let’s keep our courage and step forward.

10. Arson: 10/10

“Do I put out the fire or burn even brighter?”

Just think about the poetic effect of the last line of the last song. Even though I liked most of the songs from this album, Arson takes the trophy. The music, the lyrics, the mv, everything is just fine as fine can be. J-Hope never disappoints us with his unique ideas. I’m in love…

Notes: The album is a masterpiece and it deserves all the attention it got and more. Apart from the fact that the music and the beats are all kinda dope, we need to focus on its lyricism too. This album feels like a cry for help. We need to acknowledge Hoseok's struggle as an idol and try to sympathize. Let's try to become the best version of ourselves as fans and let our idols live a normal life while supporting them unconditionally.

#bts #bts festa #bts 2023 festa #bts j hope #j hope #jhope #hobi #jung hoseok #hoseok #jack in the box #arson #more #jhope arson #jhope more #j hope jack in the box #j hope solo

[fang-revives]

⭐

Thank! I've been dying to talk about this spot where true red not blue (blood) and Shadow Gimmick intersect! So the scene in Shadow Gimmick that's relevant is really the breaking point of Jay and Finlay's bad BDSM adventures, where Finlay bloodies Jay up and kinda has a panic attack. true red takes place from Jay's perspective, and has some sneaky Jaykada in there that never even appears in the Finjay story.

I had a long think about whether to even hint to Finlay that Okada was there and gone, but ultimately it was much more punchy to the themes of the fic (Finlay wondering and ultimately not really understanding Jay's whole inner life) to have him completely unawares.

But what I really wanted to talk about was the dialogue between these two scenes. First, from true red:

I hear the door screech back open, raise my head too fast, dizzy again, he can’t see me like this – It’s not David. It’s worse and yet better– no, worse, my cheeks burn and I can feel tears gathering at the corner of my eyes. It’s the mother fucking ace himself, Kazuchika Okada, and his glossy gold hair and he’s kneeling, fuck, he’s kneeling in front of me and I’m not even pulling myself up. “Jay–?” Okada then adds something in Japanese that might be what the fuck . I can’t quite tell. “I’m fine,” I start, then add, “ Okay , good, me. ” in Japanese while gesturing, straightening more or less upright on the floor. Okada shakes his head, gets up. God, I can’t even make that convincing. I feel a lump gather in my throat. The pain is awful now. I focus my blurry vision on a stream of dirty water, crawling its way to the shower drain. Pathetic little young boy, can’t even take a little blood. 

Then, from Shadow Gimmick:

But when he makes it to the locker room door, Jay is – sitting on the bench. Scrolling his phone blankly, a bandage on his forehead. If it weren’t for the way his other hand wrapped around his body to clutch his sides, he would look…normal.  “Jay– you…okay?” He looks up. Are his eyes red? “Course. I’m fine.” Finlay sits next to him, close as he dares. Stares at the neat bandage, Jay’s face, now completely clean. “It looked…pretty bad. Sorry, I needed a minute.” “Young boy can’t take a little blood, huh?” he laughs. It’s forced, but – hard to tell. Maybe Finlay is wrong about that. “Yeah it was – too much,” Finlay says. That feels like saying too little. He stares at the dirty tile, searching for what the hell he possibly could say.  Jay pats him on the back, light and condescending, “Come on, then, David. Let’s get you home.”

The line "young boy can't take a little blood" repeating throughout. Jay White being the kind of guy who bullies those close to him with the things that his own head is bullying himself with-- it's like the post WK-loss where he blamed Hikuleo for his own failures. It's just a little thing that makes Jay both awful and pitiable <3333

#switchblade's in the details etc :D #fic meta #finjay #wrestling shipping #about my fic #fic writer asks #thank you! #jaykada

[ask-owletta]

Sooo. Smore questions.

What ARE you specifically?

Can you swim?

I wanna teach you something. Take this. (Its a Rocket Launcher from TF2) Oh and before you do, can your drink this? Its for your own safety. (Its a potion of Slow Falling from Minecraft, she might fall a fair way from high up, so she won't hurt herself) Okay, now point it down. The cone end should be facing up. Now pull the trigger! (Lol don't worry, it can't hurt her, it just launches her into the sky like a rocket 😉👌)

I call it rocket jumping. Just keep the cone end pointed up and just before you his the ground, pull the trigger again to jump forward at fast speeds! What do you think? If you don't like it, that's fine with me.

Your friend might like it though.

What are your biggest fears? Mine are fish that eat you, scary eels, savage dogs and pianos. Oh shit. There's one behind you! Whatever you do, DON'T. GO. NEAR. IT. (Its the piano from Super Mario 64 btw).

One more thing, I want you to meet my favourite characters of my favourite kids shows!

Thomas The Tank Engine.

The Octonauts.

The Animal Mechanicals.

And Inspector Gadget.

(They all come one after the other, not all at once.)

Ok. See ya later!

(Dya think she's aware its been me for the past few questions?)

(Also I hope more people come too this ask blog soon, it might get tiring if it's just me over and over again.)

Owletta: *smiles brightly* Oh welcome back! And sure, I’m down.

Bunmin: *watches in interest*

Owletta: To answer the first 2 questions I can’t really swim because it weighs down my feathers, and it would drown me. As for what I am, I’m a fairy known as an owling. We are carnivores as I already stated, but we don’t really have limbs, rather we’re shapeshifters. *her feathers lift a little to reveal the smoke of a purple and black hue* We’re pretty much made of feathers and this Smokey stuff. That said, although we can do a lot of cool things, good things even, people have been really scared of us, so most of our flocks choose to be evil. I won’t elaborate on that right now…. Though I will say I’m not like my flock…*points at injury on her face* I mean that’s why I got this…so yeah.

Owletta proceeds to try out rocket jumping, with Bunmin joining in. They both have a blast! (Pun intended, though as a side note, real life me is afraid of heights)

Owletta: *looks at the next question while hooting and fixing her hair* Fears huh….being found and killed by my flock. Dying….or loosing my feathers. *Tendrils come out from under her feathers seeming to try to protect her after those thoughts* As for that piano, I’ve had a bad feeling about it since the beginning. It has such a nasty aura coming from it!

Bunmin looks at Owletta, making sure she’s ready to meet the following characters. Owletta nods, hugging some, looking in awe at others, and being overall friendly. (Ok, to give a brief breakdown: She ended up hugging the octonaughts, since they didn’t really come off as odd to her. She was in awe of Thomas as I know she’s never seen a train, let alone one that talks. Inspector Gadget she stared at in awe because he looked almost human to her, then she asked permission to hug him before doing so. Unfortunately I don’t know anything about The Animal Mechanical’s so I can’t say for sure…oof sorry)

Bunmin: *looks over at Owletta* More fun than you thought?

Owletta: *nods happily* Personal questions aside this is really fun. It’s always fun when he visits too. *waves you goodbye again as you disappear *

(Sorry for not replying right away, I got super busy, so I kinda forgot this existed for a while lol. -^^-; though that doesn’t make it any better…so again sorry. As a side note, I’m not worn out yet, but I do hope others jump in more soon too. Thank you for the questions, it helps me keep the blog going, and they’re fun! See ya soon!)

#ask blog #ask owletta #ask blog stuff #ask blogs #oc ask blog #oc ask blogs #ask blog series #web series #ask blog web series #fairy oc

[vinkumakkara]

so how abt that srr UI. there was something about the way it conveys information to the player that really irritated me as opposed to sr1 and 2 (some of this may or may not apply to srtt and sriv one way or another i literally can’t remember how those games’ UI works)

btw this post is really long. don’t read it

anyways lets talk about the ammo. in sr1 and 2 when enemies die, they drop the actual weapon they were using

when you walk over it, you pick up the ammo automatically for that weapon class in sr2 without any informative text popping up on screen (in sr1 i think you have to be wielding the exact same gun but otherwise it functions the same). it does give you a prompt to switch to the dropped weapon if you’re not holding one though, or double wield if you’re not doing that

in srr, enemies no longer drop weapons. they drop ammo which i think is randomized because i’m pretty sure the melee brawlers also drop ammo

a pile of ammo on the ground doesn’t necessarily convey the information about what it’s for if you don’t know guns very well (personally i do not know guns very well). so what you get is a bunch of extra shit on the screen to tell you what it is!

there’s also the matter of money. in sr2 you can see how much you have at any time on your screen. whenever you pick something up, you immediately see it being added to your total

how does srr tell you how much money you have? oh you know you stop doing whatever you’re doing and open the phone to check it. sure opening the phone doesn’t stop time and you’ll keep getting shot at and for some reason the Mogul can’t move while taking out the phone like in any other modern open world crime game but... uh... just don’t do it in combat i guess

and whenever you pick up money it throws up another fun lil box to clutter your screen even further:

but without telling you the actual total of course. it’s not like you need cash in this game for stuff like, idk, progress. secondary information really

so... who fuckin cares? well

now im sure there was some kinda actual logical thought process behind changing the weapon drops to ammo drops but just from the pov of a regular player and a fan of the old games specifically, and without looking into it at all, honestly i have no idea what that process could be. they’re still for the weapon classes, not individual weapons or anything so the underlying system changing can’t be reason, the sr2 way of doing pickups probably would’ve functioned perfectly fine in this game (maybe it’s about the weapon types the enemies carry?) i’ve played srr for around 25 hours and so far i haven’t seen anything that’d really justify this change for me - honestly i think it not only adds nothing to the experience it actually makes the game look really cheap because this is what free to play games in this genre do, like it’s a bad mind association. in f2p games you can’t pick up the weapons themselves because they want you to spend real life money on them, and it’s a feeling that’s only made worse by all the other UI changes in srr like the overly aggressive highlights on enemies and the various drops (can’t turn this off btw!) there’s a whole bunch of other shit beyond the UI too that gives such awful “cheap mobile pay to win garbo” vibes it’s just baffling this is what “modern open world design” apparently is now. surely an enormous step... to... back-sidewards? whatever it is i don’t like it

the UI pickup popup clutter on its own is something i especially hate but i could see that as an accessibility thing rather than just purely having to spoonfeed information to the player because the game visuals are so much worse at it now. in the old games the appearance of a weapon doesn’t necessarily immediately tell you the type of ammo you’re getting either if you’ve really not played any game with guns before, but the same thing applies to a text box telling you you’ve picked up ”rifle ammo”, especially since srr has actual gun customisation so their appearance varies more drastically than it used to. i just think sr2′s way of doing it feels more intuitive and organic, more immersive even - if you could actually turn those ugly as shit popups off in srr their inclusion wouldn’t basically even matter, but i couldn’t find that option in the accessibility menu. i’m genuinely trying my hardest to give these design choices the benefit of the doubt but being essentially disabled myself due to having adhd this kinda unnecessary visual clutter is distracting rather than helpful, and accessibility is something that’s actually really important in my current job so i pay way more attention to it than i used to

also “accessibility” doesn’t answer the question of “what was wrong with just showing how much money you have at all times”. like this is something they changed from sr1 to sr2 wasn’t it? in sr1 the game does show you the total amount when you pick up money, but it fades away after a moment while in in sr2 the amount is always visible - there was actual purpose in that kind of change back then. the problem here is like the exact opposite compared to the ammo stuff: it might feel like a small thing but money is always important in these games, honestly it’s gotten more and more important after sr2. like wouldn’t it be more accessible to just show the total to you somewhere in the UI during regular play? you wouldn’t need those damn popups constantly distracting you and covering up a side of the screen at all, like getting that hundred dollars from the guy you just killed means basically jack shit in these games. the exact amount you pick up is not as important as the total! it’s so backwards!

im sure some of this stuff is present in srtt and sriv too but i don’t have them installed and i won’t do it just for this post either. it was a downgrade in those games as well if it’s there. same goes for AoM as well since srr seems to utilize its unfortunate leftovers a lot and even when really shouldn’t have done that. ok my meds are losing effect so that’s all for now.

#these games are so simple at their core and yet there's the irresistible urge to ADD MORE UNHELPFUL GARBAGE ON THE SCREEN #- DS Volition 2022 (Probably) #gta self made posting