#the backdrops in this game are just gorgeous

[galasgamingcorner]

Trine 5 Scenery | Various Locations

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[simpingforstardew]

lone star

pairing: sdv shane x reader

synopsis: stargazing w/ shane. this fic takes place ‘post-game’ (i.e., after the farmer receives the ‘key to the town’, and after shane begins therapy’). friends to lovers enjoyers rise up !!

warnings: angst, with comfort and fluff; descriptions of poor mental health, depression etc. stay safe. ♡

(this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 1.9k

In the calm of the valley, the night sky stretches out in a breathtaking display: the stars shine proudly, their brilliance undimmed by city lights. Despite moving to Pelican Town four years ago, you're still awestruck by the vastness of the cosmos visible to the naked eye— a sight that would have been obscured by the city smog in Zuzu. Back there, spotting a single star was a rare blessing; seeing one that was not, in fact, just the mistaken dim glow of a passing helicopter was an even greater rarity.

Nestling your head into the sturdy hay bale beneath you, you inhale the earthy scent of dried grass mingling with the crisp night air. Above, the canopy of stars twinkles in a mesmerising dance, each constellation a story waiting to be told. Your gaze flits between the shimmering points of light, tracing the familiar patterns of the night sky.

Beside you, your loyal companion snores softly, a comforting rhythm that grounds you in the present moment. Absentmindedly, you stroke the sleeping dog's fur, feeling the warmth of their body against your fingertips. The bottles of pumpkin juice you had meticulously prepared lay forgotten on the ground, their contents untouched. Your large blanket, meant to shield you from the nocturnal chill, sits idle at your feet.

Despite the breathtaking beauty of the scene before you, a pang of guilt tugs at your heart. It feels almost selfish, you think, to bask in such a gorgeous view alone.

Without hesitation, you rise from your spot beside the barn, stretching your tight shoulders with a huff before swiftly leaping over the hardwood fence. Only one other person in town would be awake at this late hour, and you knew exactly where you would find him. You took a deep breath of the crisp air before making your way down the dirt road towards Cindersap Forest.

“Oh, sure– just let yourself in, I guess,” Shane’s gruff voice murmurs from the kitchen, “I can’t believe Lewis lets you keep that ‘Key to the Town’, fuckin’ bullshit.”

You lean against the door frame, a smirk tugging on your lips as Shane pulls out a steaming bowl of ‘JojaBrand™ Meal for One®: Pepper Poppers’ from the microwave. "Shh, you know you secretly enjoy my surprise visits, Shane," you tease, "Besides, I came over to ask you something."

“Well, are you gonna spit it out, toots, or do you plan on waking up the whole house for this announcement?” Shane grumbles, searching for a clean fork. Years ago, you found his standoffish demeanour frustrating– unfortunately for him, however, it only fuelled your desire to develop a relationship with him; to break down those walls he built up.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to stargaze with me,” you smile, a genuine toothy grin. “It’s a nice night for it.”

Shane’s eyebrows shoot up momentarily as he hesitates, glancing towards you, “You seriously came over just to ask me that?”

“You don’t have to join me if you don’t want to,” you reply, chuckling softly as you push off the door frame and turn to leave, “Just figured we hadn’t caught up in a while.”

You hear a groan coming from behind you, followed by the clattering of a bowl being discarded on the kitchen counter. He had always had a soft spot for you.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shane sighs, “Lemme grab my jacket.”

The night air is crisp as you and Shane traverse the farm. The distant sound of crickets chirping provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet countryside, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Shane walks behind you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his well-worn jacket; his posture stiff and guarded as always.

As you reach your spot by the barn, you unfurl the blanket and settle against the hay, gazing up at the expanse of stars above.

"So, how've you been, buddy?" you offer Shane a bottle of pumpkin juice, noting the tension in his shoulders. "Feels like I haven't seen much of you lately."

Despite Shane's usual standoffish demeanour, there is a subtle shift in his presence as he lowers himself onto the blanket beside you and grabs the juice. His shoulders relax ever so slightly, and for the first time in a long while, there is a hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he turns his attention skyward.

“I’ve been… I don’t know. Good.” Shane's voice trails off as shifts his gaze to the bottle in his hand, his shoulders slouched while his words hang heavy in the air. He drops his head against the rough surface of the hay bale behind him.

Glancing towards him, you note the furrow in his brow and the tension in his shoulders; his strong features illuminated by the moonlight. You resist the urge to press him further, allowing a comfortable silence to settle between you.

Lost in contemplation, you find solace in the vastness above.

After what felt like an eternity, Shane spoke up once more: his voice barely above a whisper.

"Any time I go shopping, like at Pierre’s or when I used to restock the shit they sold at JojaMart, I’d always feel like I’m in the way, y’know?” Shane confesses, his gaze fixed on the black velvet of the night sky. “As if someone is gonna be blocked off by me. And I know it’s not just 'cause I'm a big guy, doll, because then I leave the shop and realise that I still feel like I’m in the way.”

“Do you feel like that now?” you probe, allowing your gaze to drift towards him.

“Kinda, yeah. I always feel like that, I guess,” Shane admits, his voice tinged with resignation. He takes a swig of his juice. “Like I’m some kind of… rock stuck in a stream, with everybody else on planet Earth barging ahead around me—or some other flowery metaphor Elliot’d come up with, I don’t fucking know.”

“Is therapy helping with that feeling? Seems to me like you’re really making progress, if that means anything.” you reply, too enamoured with the contours of his side profile to notice the way his pinky finger locks with yours on the plush blanket. A promise of vulnerability.

“Sorta, but there's a pressure there as well, y’know? Gotta be happy all the time now, otherwise what was it all for? I don't even have a job anymore, I just... I’m just worried that…” Shane pauses, his fingers absentmindedly plucking at the hay behind him, “…Ah, forget it.”

“Worried that what?” You turn to face him, the spectacle of the cosmos long-forgotten.

“It's just that… what if my addiction; shitty personality; tendency to lie about the most basic crap to see people’s reaction; awful sense of humour; impulse to fall in love with someone if they’re nice to me; horrid fashion sense; inability to take a photo of myself smiling: all that crap… are all irrefutable? What if I was doomed to—”

“Shane, don’t—”

“I’ve tried… I’ve tried so hard every day of my life, (Y/n).” Shane's voice cracks, “I just… don’t wanna be a screw-up anymore.”

"Shane, you are not a screw-up," you demur, reaching out a hand to stroke his soft bicep, "You're just… human. You've already taken huge steps by just acknowledging your screw-up-ness and reaching out for help. And yeah, you have been trying, every single day. That's bravery, Shane. That's strength! I'm tired of you being the only one who doesn't see that."

The following silence is only interrupted by the distant chirping of crickets. Shane's eyes wearily scan your face for some kind of tell, as if your response was an inauthentic prank meant to lull him into a false sense of security. The bags under his eyes are shadowed and heavy. Your heart swells. “Repeat after me—”

“(Y/n), please—” pleads Shane.

“Mister Shane Andrew Miller, repeat after me!”

“Yes, Ma'am,” He chuckles, wiping away a stray tear.

“I, Shane, am a strong, brave, and amazing person; and I am going to be okay.”

“I’m a strong, brave, amazing person… and I'm gonna be okay.”

“Louder!”

“I'm gonna be okay!” He shouts— hands cupped around his mouth to bellow into the sleeping farm. After a nervous chuckle, Shane resigns to a slouch as he looks towards you with a blush warming his cheeks.

“Feel a little better?”

“I feel like a jack-ass,” Shane mumbles,“But yeah, a little.”

“Good,” you reach your hand out to caress his cheek, your thumb tracing patterns in his stubble when he leans into the touch, “and you only looked a little like a jack-ass.”

“Fuck off,” Shane laughs, the banter bringing a familiar light to his eyes, as he shoves your hand away playfully.

You both stay like that for a moment after the laughter dies down, embraced by the warmth of each other's silent company— one of you occasionally turning to retell the latest town gossip, or reference an inside joke neither of you can remember the origins of.

“I should, uh, be heading back now,” Shane moves to stand up, groaning as he stretches his legs, “Penny's taking the kiddo to the community centre tomorrow for some arts and crafts, and I gotta be up early to pack her lunch.”

You look up at his looming form, only now realising how long you had both been out here for.

“Of course, no worries,” you clumsily rise to your feet as your lips quiver with a tentative grin, a delicate curve that hovers on the precipice of expression. “Um, tell Jas I say ‘Hi’, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Shane replies, the awkwardness palpable, “Night, (Y/n),”

“Goodnight,” you raise your hand in a half-hearted wave as you watch his slouching figure turn to leave.

He makes it a couple steps, barely out of reach, before a surge of courage propels you forward. Reaching out to grasp the sleeve of Shane’s frayed hoodie before doubt can inhibit your impulsion, you pull him towards you.

Your lips crash on his in a rush of fervent emotion. One of Shane’s calloused hands instinctively rises to the nape of your neck; the other wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer, desperately. Bodies flush against each other as his fingers tangle in your hair.

A tingling sensation runs through your body. You reach up to gently cup his face as he deepened the kiss, his trembling lips continue moving against yours with a gentle urgency. In this moment, nothing else matters - no worries or fears, no past or future, no moon or stars.

Your heart races as you both pull away.

“To be clear, if this is, like, a pity thing or whatever,” Shane mumbles, his lips tickling your own as he attempts to catch his breath. “That’s um– that’s fine by me, I don’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“No that wasn’t… um,” You rest your forehead on his, closing your eyes as you attempt to calm your frantically beating heart, “I just… wanted to kiss you.”

Shane laughs as he brings both hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as he kisses you once more. This was different, however: gentle, soft, yet just as vulnerable. You look up at him, eye’s shining with the light from the stars, as you admire the softness of his usually stern features.

“You were right, this was a nice night to stargaze.”

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[morallyinept]

Slow - A Javi Gutierrez One Shot

'Slow, slow. Slow as you can go. So I can feel all I want to know. Slow, slow. I go with your flow. Let the world keep it's carnival pace. I'd prefer to look into your beautiful face...' - Slow, Depeche Mode

Summary: Javi just wants to take it slow. Really slow. Because, that's how he likes it.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. However, Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 3.4k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of.” 

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.  

Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral M & F receiving/lots of sensuality/multiple orgasms/making love/Javi completely loving on you, and being completely in love with you... 🫠

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned. 

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by my result of this tag game and therefore I had to write it... first time writing for gorgeous Javi G too! 😍 There's lots of Javi & Reader conversing in Spanish so I've provided translations as you go.

MAIN MASTERLIST | JAVI GUTIERREZ MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

His fascination with your mouth borders on an unbridled obsession. 

It’s the curve of your lips, a subtle intoxicating lilt that holds him captivated in your thrall. You have him bewitched.

In the quiet moments of the pleasant fracas swirling around him, he finds himself entranced by the way your mouth quirks into a beaming smile, a sight that could brighten even the dullest day to fall out of the sky onto his head of silken curls.

In the sultry Mallorcan night, the heat hangs in the air like a velvet cocoon. The villa, perched on the cliffs overlooking the coastline, catches the sea breeze that carries with it the intoxicating scent of salt and blooming bougainvillaea.

The moon, a radiant slither of its full naked orb, casts a silvery glow on the Mediterranean waters, turning the waves into a ripple of shimmering diamond refractions.

The night air is filled with the chorus of chattering cicadas, their rhythmic hum a soundtrack to the nocturnal symphonies of the night.

From the cliffs, the lights of coastal towns twinkle in the distance, creating a mesmerising panorama against the dark canvas of the night sky.

The event bears the imprint of both newly conceived business connections and broader social interactions. Laughter echoes against the backdrop of the sea, mingling with the distant sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs on which the luxurious villa, you and Javi call home, rests on.

But Javi’s interest tonight is piqued on something other than the façade of the glitz that comes with the party uniting his independent business venture away from a life shadowed by once secretly organised crime.

Shunning his duties as an amiable host this evening, he’s distracted by you and your lips. 

He loves the way your glazed lips feel on the pads of his fingertips; a soft and tender invitation to place gentle smooches on them that speaks the volumes of your love for him without uttering a single word.

The thought of your shared, deep kisses linger in his mind like a sweet aftertaste; a memory he can savour throughout the minutes of separation from you by his side.

He misses the cadence of your voice already as he sees your mouth converse with his new associates.

Whether you whisper sweet, riled nothings in the height of hedonistic delirium in his ear, or share heartfelt sentiments doing mundane things, each syllable carries the warmth of your unwavering connection.

Javi’s fixation on your mouth is raw and primal, an intense craving that runs deeper than words. The way your lips move, whether in a smirk or a pouted smile, stirs a want, a need, within him.

It’s as if your mouth holds a magnetic pull, daring him to explore its depths with a hunger that borders on illicit infatuation.

He thinks about how they... suck.

In the heat of passion, he revels in the brand of your lips, each kiss leaving a mark on his senses and skin alike where the lines blur between careful restraint and reckless abandon.

It’s a visceral experience, one that leaves him yearning for more, addicted to the electrifying sensation of your mouths colliding frantically.

Sipping on cool champagne from across the soiree, Javi watches you with a silent appreciation and a growing warmth traversing his bloodstream, gathering at the end of his painfully hardening cock. 

The soft glow of the outdoor lights play on your soft features, and every movement seems to be in some unspoken, yet choreographed, harmony with the effervescent bubbles twirling in his glass.

His coffee bean eyes are fixated on you within the balmy shadows, and as you speak with those around you, he can't help but be mesmerised by the way your mouth moves.

He marvels at the way your laughter spills from your lips like the finest vintage wine, filling him up with a contagious yet unquenchable thirst; a storm in his head that only settles when you’re near.

He looks at you, a dissected hunger spilling out over his features. He’s known obsession before, but not like this.

This burns, this desire leaves him on his knees, begging at the altar of you for more; the focal point in the gallery of his yearning, to taste those lips and let them roam unbidden across his body once more. 

In the midst of the vibrant party, he finds himself helplessly ensnared by the conspiring allure of you. Your laughter echoes through him like a haunting melody, drawing his gaze as you effortlessly charm those around you into willful subjugation.

His chest swells with pride, knowing that you’re the one who holds the spotlight in his once complicated life. You’re the one he can be unabashed and silly with.

That yours is the pair of lips he can enjoy as they wrap so delectably around his cock.

Javi holds in an audible groan at the memory of you doing just that, only hours ago. 

Leaving the home of his arms to ready yourself for the party, he'd watched you. An arm behind his head, splayed naked on the bed, engrossed as you ran the velvety lipstick over your lips in the mirror.

You watched, just as enraptured as he, through the glass reflection as he fucked his fist languidly whilst you did it.

You blotted your lipstick on his lower hip, a kiss print tattoo staining his skin that only you both know is there.

Now, as you move through the crowd, a magnetic force tugs at his attention. The gentle swish of the silk of your flaxen dress reveals a slip of thigh skin to tantalise him further.

The way your eyes sparkle at him with excitement - each detail of your smile etches into his consciousness, carves deep into the steeple of his bones. 

In the throes of the party, he feels like a mere spectator witnessing the enchanting performance of the woman he calls his amor.

As your eyes meet across the crowded space, a spark ignites creating an electric current that surges between you both. You feel it immediately whenever he looks at you like this, that bolt down your spine brandishing molten and hot into your core.

How his dark eyes drink you in over the tip of his champagne glass; a contained predator under the guise of a hapless romantic, sizing up his prey.

How he wanders over your body with an unapologetic, insatiable smirk, leaving a slew of prickles to flood all over it; nipples tightening under the flimsy silk for all to see, but only for him to taste.

You both know what he does to you. What you do to each other, even without physical touch. He knows how wet you are for him under that dress right now.

You know how hard he his inside of his pants right now.

Amidst the party's chaos, your mutual pining silence becomes loud; gazes locked with an intensity that screams of a shared hunger for one another. A flutter in his chest, a quickened pulse throbbing between your legs; the visceral responses to the tether that pulls tight between you ready to snap.

You lick your lips, the subtle swipe of your wet tongue over the scarlet of them, and it breaks all of his composure in an instant. 

Glass discarded blindly on the table behind him, Javi makes his way towards you. 

In whispered conversations beneath the shimmering string lights, your entwined arms and words carry the weight of acute longing - a pace of deliberately denied pleasure. 

“See something you like, Javi?” You smile into the graze of his softly bearded cheek and plant a delicate kiss on it. 

"Mi amor," he whispers, his voice a soft serenade. "Estás radiante esta noche, más hermosa que nunca." (My love, you are radiant tonight, more beautiful than ever.)

He presses his forehead against yours, soft silken curls spilling down his temples.

“You look so good in this colour.” His fingers brush down the front of your dress, leaving devastation in their wake.

You smile into him sweetly, at the compliment he adorns you with. It’s worth more than any gold he's wrapped around your finger.

Your digits slide up and down the expensive lapels of his shimmery suit jacket. A colour like the depths of a lush forest after a gentle rain that serves to enhance the tan on his face, and he’s never looked more beautiful.

You clutch him closer, breathing him in; a blend of aromatic lavender, spicy cardamom and a burst of citrus bergamot blends on his skin as you run your nose behind his ear.

His hands find a home snug around your lower back, stroking the bare skin there your dress dares to reveal, and gently crushing you closer against him.

It’s a relentless pursuit, an unending loop of wanting more - more of your laughter to gorge upon, more of your warmth, more of the intoxicating essence that is uniquely you.

More of those lips as they draw near and he can feel your warm breath from them ghosting upon his mouth. 

Leaning in, he grazes them against his own and asks in a low, intimate tone, "¿Podemos escaparnos por un momento, mi amor?" (Can we slip away for a moment, my love?) 

The words carry a sense of biting urgency and crackles with something more than a whispered clandestine secret to escape the decadent banality around you. 

As if caught in the trance of a feverish reverie, the party seems to melt away, replaced by the dreamscape of your bedroom where time moves differently and the heat of the Spanish climate sticks to your skin further, despite the open doors on the balcony.

The linen curtains billow in the breeze welcoming you both in. The flickering lights from the party below cast ethereal shadows in the bedroom, and the muted sounds of the revellers become a distant melody as Javi finally attaches himself to your succulent lips, stumbling in the doorway with you. 

In this fever dream, desire is palpable, a desecration of any innocence as he pushes the door shut behind him with the sole of his Gucci loafer, and he’s above your body on the kingdom of your shared bed, those cascading chocolate waves falling into your face. 

The siren of the night calls, a constant craving, an ache that only subsides when you’re entangled in each other's arms. And yet it still feels as though it'll never be absolved.

He draws his fingertips around the circumference of your silk covered nipples, then up to your lips. He watches in awe as you kiss each of them, your tongue daring to lick around them, sucking them into your mouth. 

"Your mouth,” Javi murmurs, the intensity of his gaze fixated on the wet, pink tongue sliding between the webbing of his fingers. 

He feels you cup him over his pants, the prominent ache becoming unbearable as you squeeze gently.

"Quisiera tomárnoslo con calma esta noche." (I want us to take it slow tonight.)

“Javi…” You groan in protest as he runs his wet fingers over your crown and presses himself against you, making you feel the hardness of him at your centre. 

"Lento... realmente lento, mi amor. Quiero tomarme mi dulce tiempo contigo." (Slow... really slow, my love. I want to take my sweet time with you.)

“Javi, por favor…” You whine, trying to grind against him. (Javi, please…)

“Quiero explorarte a fondo... hacerte anhelar que esto dure para siempre.” (I want to explore you thoroughly... make you long for this to last forever.)

Sucked into the plush oasis of his mouth, tongue swiping tantalising tracks across your lips, your fingers rake into his curls as you tug. A gritty whine of longing claws its way from deep within him; a raw and primal sound that conjoins the ache in his chest and the incessant throbbing in his cock.

It’s a guttural utterance, a manifestation of the unspoken cravings that sear red hot through his veins. 

"Entrégame todo tu amor, Javi.” (Give me all of your love, Javi.) You gasp as you come up for air. 

You push his jacket from his broad shoulders, fingers prying at buttons down the linen shirt to get to the prize of golden skin underneath. The hem of your pale honey silk is pushed up to your waist as his fingers stroke over your thighs. 

A slew of kisses make steamed tracks on your collarbone, a hungry mouth trailing over your bare breasts as he releases them. Hard nipples are sucked into warm, wet flesh as you whine and gasp.

He buries himself between your thighs, lips sucking, tongue fucking into you gently, as you twist your fingers into his scalp and pant for more. 

“Javi!”

He hears you lament his name over and over, lost in the depths of the pleasure from his mouth. He offers you a tether, fingers slipped into your cunt and mouth alike as he looks up at you, tongue running around your pulsing clit. 

The bedroom fills with sunlight in the ripe darkness of the night - you glow for him, as bright as your dress, brighter than the sun.

He watches you come as he licks and sucks you through it; fingers pushing into your craving orifices deeper, coated in saliva and slick.

Javi discards his pants, kiss print still visible from your lips. Crawling up your body gloriously naked, sculpted in the arms and shoulders, you welcome him in with open, adoring arms and legs.

Those first few strokes, when he enters you, feels like the first time all over again. Like he’s died and been reborn anew. Put back together again, sewn up with glittered strings.

He slows right down, dragging his thick cock almost all the way out, before pushing back in slower than before. 

You groan, low and lingering, entombed in your wanting. Feeling every hilt and swollen ridge of him.

“You feel me like this, mi amor?” His nose nuzzles at your neck, lips pressing kisses into the column of your throat. “¿Tienes idea de lo jodidamente hermosa que estás en este momento?" (Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are right now?)

His fingers slip down your stomach, circling over your clit as you whine for more. 

He stops only to kiss you, losing himself in the richness of your taste; his cock plunged in deep and feeling you clench and rib around him. 

“Slow,” Javi whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back. 

He glances down between your bodies to keenly observe the root of your connection; watching the way he disappears fully into you, hips crushed against yours. 

Watching the way you gnaw and bite on your bottom lip that he just has to have. Taking it between his teeth, he sucks it, sweet nips, tongue sliding into your mouth to gorge on you further.

The grind is deep, a languid pendulum of his hips back and forth. You grasp at his fingers, entwining them as he pulls you out of yourself.

Slow, unhurried strokes so you feel it all; lingering in the pooling light of your orgasms, never letting them diminish, always keeping you out of the dark. 

Kisses click down your jaw, soft grazes of his facial hair feels like chiffon against your skin. Hands stroking, squeezing, full of you as he fills you full of his hard, thick love. 

Soon your mouth craves the taste of him and you take him; lips clamped around his length as you suck him down into the back of your throat, tasting your sweet slick that coats him.

Nose pressed against the soft, downy hairs at the base of him, and his fingers curl around tendrils of your hair as you suck.

Javi gulps, a gasp strangled in his throat somewhere cracking out of him as he watches you annihilate him with those lips. 

He pulls your face up to him, kissing you so desperately and tasting his own salt on them. He feels you circling, with just the tip of your forefinger and thumb, trailing delicately up his shaft and to the head that’s warm and glistening.

You rub your thumb over that tiny oozing slit and feel him twitch and buckle as he groans - that deep, guttural sound when a man finds his pleasure.

"Soy completamente tuyo." (I am all yours.) He rasps, losing everything he is in an instant with a simple flick of your tongue.

You kiss and mouth over his cock gently, trailing the swollen, wet head over your lips as though re-applying your favourite lipstick.

He grunts, neck craned with his head watching and relishing that moment to come when you’ll slip him into your throat again. 

"Oh si, si, si..." he hisses encouragingly. Little breaths of "fuck... fuck... fuck..." puff out of him on ragged whispers as he watches your hungry lips devouring him slowly.

As slow as you can go. 

You climb up him as he sits upright; broad, muscular arms straining with the weight of him.

“Necesito de ti, Javi.” (I need you, Javi.) You shudder. 

You sink down on him without hesitation, gasping with a tremor as he fills you up. 

“Slow,” he whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back. 

A gentle swivel and flex of your hips, back shining with sweat as you rock into that sweet, heady rhythm of how he likes it, how he wants this to last.

He steers you down onto him, feeling you shake down his length as he fills you up slowly, deliberately to make you feel him.

He places his palm flat on your lower tummy increasing the pressure as you arch back and you can feel the delicious weight of it as he furrows deep inside of you.

A few strokes of your clit with his thumb and you're falling apart.

“Ah si, Javi…” You wail. 

He licks into your mouth as you cry out for him, tasting those lips once more. Sucking on the bottom as he gives you all of him. 

He runs his nose across your throat and it makes him shudder in that way he does when he inhales your scent into his bloodstream. When he shifts his body weight slightly, you can feel exactly what it does to him as he hits your spot and you rile his name.

Outside, muted star trails smear across the night’s sky above the ocean. In here, in the sheets with Javi, it’s all slowed down to heavy panting breaths, touches that linger and sear into the layers of your skin as they crisp and unfurl.

Burning you up from the inside. Teeth bite into your tongue to mute the crescendoing whines and moans.

He whispers sweetly comforting spiels in your ear as he's deeper right now than he’s ever been. Buried to the absolute hilt inside of you, and the slightest movement makes you gasp and clench and fist those sheets in heady defiance.

And yet he still keeps you grounded as he swells and stretches you out. Locked in a silent gasp, your mouth open, your hands slowly release their death grip on the sheets and he kisses your shoulder in a mark of respect and praise as you burst around him; stardust and diamond fragments filling the air as he inhales you in.

Javi moves slowly, backs out a little and you whine at the feel of less of him, but he's back inside you in a slow, deep glide, bringing you full of him again.

And again. And again.

He clamps his fingers around your nipples as you're on the cusp once more, knowing how much you love it. 

“Mírame… Eres tan hermosa. (Look at me… You’re so beautiful.) How did I get so lucky?” He utters in spellbound disbelief.

You’re coming again; body clenching and shuddering, pussy squeezing around his cock, and each time he can barely hold on himself.

He pulls them out of you, one after another to bear witness to each one being born. The gentle weight of him on top of you, the softness of his warm, tanned skin, the scent of his cologne and the words he says sends you over the edge. 

The only time Javi speeds up is when he draws closer to his own finish, pumping his hips into you as he whimpers and has his turn to shake in your arms.

Brow furrowing, dark eyes watery, he strains and gasps. 

“Te amo muchísimo, nunca dejaré de amarte…” (I love you so much, I’ll never stop loving you...) He utters as you kill him. 

"Nunca, nunca, nunca..." (Never, never, never...) You say smiling into his mouth. “Javi, come for me,” you groan.

“Si, mi vida…” he pants. “I’m coming for you… fuuuuuck!”  He growls into your ear.

You come with him as he empties with a shudder, his forehead crushed into yours, fingers knotted in your scalp, your nails buried into his back skin.

He kisses you, the taste of salt and faded bubbles wash over your tongues.

He stays inside you, connected and drenched in seeping slick and spend as he kisses your lips - those lips that could make him leap off the cliffs to his death. 

Those lips that are divine inspiration.

"¿Tenemos que volver a la fiesta?" (Do we have to go back to the party?) You ask dreamily as he kisses over your breasts and shoulders repeatedly, slowly.

"No, podemos quedarnos aquí, mi amor." (No, we can stay here, my darling.) He says into gluttonous mouthfuls of your skin. "Además, aún no he terminado de tomarme mi tiempo contigo..." (Besides, I haven't finished taking my time with you yet...)

You smile into his crown and he looks up at you; soft chocolate curls framing his buoyant face. 

“Slow.” You say.

“Slow.” Javi agrees. “Así es como me gusta.” (That's how I like it.)

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed going slow with Javi G. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts, and would always appreciate a re-blog if you enjoyed what you just read. 🖤

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[hd-junglebook]

Falling For it

Part 4 - Word Count 2450

A.N: I'm not gonna lie this part had me keeping my feet in glee. I love this man.

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The sleek, black sedan glided to a stop, pulling up behind her car in the driveway. Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

Stepping out of the house, she smoothed down her outfit – a slim fitting pair of flared leggings and a number 86 jersey, her heart pounding as she prepared to meet him once again.

The chauffeur, a distinguished-looking man with a crisp uniform and a friendly smile, greeted her with a nod as he opened the door, ushering her into the warmth of the car.

“Miss y/n, after you.” Y/n smiled happily at the man, climbing into the backseat of the car. The soft hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop to Y/N's racing thoughts as they began the drive to Newark.

Y/N settled into the plush leather seat of the car, she felt her phone buzz with a new message. With a quick glance at the screen, she saw Jack's name pop up. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she read his message. “Hey gorgeous, hope you're as excited for tonight as I am.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she typed out a response, her fingers hesitated over the keys while her thoughts raced as she tried to strike the right balance between interested but not desperate. After all, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his words affected her.

With a soft sigh, she tucked her phone away, a faint blush staining her cheeks as she leaned back in her seat, now unable to look at his messages without grinning at her phone like a total doofus. This was going to be an interesting night, to say the least.

…

With a quick glance around to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything, Y/N stepped out of the car and into the crisp fall air, her breath forming delicate clouds in front of her.

The glow of the stadium lights illuminated the bustling crowds, casting long shadows across the pavement. Jack's chauffeur followed suit, quickening his pace, and holding open the door to the stadium as she stepped inside.

The interior of the stadium was a hive of activity, with fans milling about, the scent of pretzels and cheering fans filled the air. The red jerseys of the home team dotted the sea of humanity and filled her vision as the chauffeur expertly weaved through the throngs of people, expertly avoiding collisions and maintaining a steady pace.

Finally, they arrived—a secluded room overlooking the ice, complete with plush seating and a panoramic view of the game below. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her, her eyes widening in wonder at the sheer luxury of it all.

This was beyond anything she could have imagined, and yet here she was, about to watch the game from the best seat in the house.

As the game got underway, Y/N found herself captivated by the flurry of activity on the ice, her eyes darting back and forth as the players vied for control of the puck.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice and the thud of bodies checking into the boards filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to pulse within her bones.

Y/N's gaze kept drifting back to one player in particular - the team's star forward, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He moved with a fluid grace, weaving in and out of defenders with ease and leaving a trail of admiring gazes in his wake.

She couldn't take her eyes off him, even as the action shifted to the other end of the ice. And when he finally scored the game-winning goal, she let out a triumphant cheer that echoed throughout the arena.

…

Y/n jumped as her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration startling her out of her pre-game visualization. She pulled it out, heart fluttering when she saw Jack's name on the screen.

New Message from Jack: Meet me outside in 5?

She squealed quietly to herself, bouncing a little in the privacy of the suite. Y/n smoothed down the front of her jersey, the Jersey Devils logo crinkling under her fingers. She'd been dying to see Jack since her arrival, thrill filled her as she realized she could finally be with him again.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stood and checked herself in her phone camera. Her hair was still tamed in its neat bun, and a light sheen of lip gloss remained on her lips.

The arena was empty aside from her and security. Y/n grabbed her belongings, walking to door, and made her way down the hall towards the exit.

She found the doorway to the stairs and ascended quickly, pushing through the heavy metal door at the bottom.

A blast of crisp, late-autumn air hit her face as she emerged onto the sidewalk of the Prudential center. The hockey team was scattered in front the bus, their breath forming clouds as they waited for the head coach.

Y/n scanned the area, looking for that familiar mop of brown hair. An arm draped over her shoulder as she spoke with the other hockey players.

Y/n froze initially before recognizing Jack's familiar body wash. A laugh escaped her lips as she turned to look up at him, catching his warm blue eyes already gazing down at her with a smile.

"Well, well, if it isn't Jackie making his move," one of the guys called out with a laugh. The rest of the boys joined in, nudging each other as they laughed and whistled teasingly.

Jack just grinned and pulled Y/n a little closer against his chest. She could feel the firm muscle under his hoodie and tried to suppress the shiver that went through her. Get it together, Y/n, she told herself sternly.

"Alright, alright, let's load up!" the Coach bellowed, clapping his hands. The team started grabbing their gear bags and sticks, heading inside the idling bus. Jack kept his arm firmly around Y/n as he led her away.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said, voice low in her ear to be heard over the ruckus of the city.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as he caught her hand, tugging her away from the bus. She followed without a word as Jack led her towards a sleek black car in the far corner of the lot.

…

Jack opened the passenger door for y/n with a little flourish. "After you, m'lady." She couldn't help but giggle, shaking her head at his cheesy chivalry as she slid into the buttery soft leather seat.

The interior of Jack's car smelled like expensive new car - a mixture of leather and something vaguely metallic.

As Jack rounded the car to the driver's side, she took in the sleek lines and high-end finishes. She ran her fingers along the woodgrain trim, amazed at the luxury.

The driver's door opened and Jack folded his frame behind the wheel. He shot her a wink as he turned over the ignition, the car humming to life silently thanks to its electric motor. With a press of a button, the panoramic sunroof slid open, letting in the cool breeze.

"Wow..." Y/n breathed, craning her neck to look up through the open roof. Soft R&B filtered through the speakers as Jack put the car in reverse, expertly backing out of the narrow parking space.

He draped one arm along the back of y/ns headrest as he checked his mirror, his chin just inches from her cheek. She caught a hint of his intoxicating cologne and felt her stomach flip.

Once out on the main street, Jack downshifted and accelerated with a gentle surge of power, merging seamlessly into the heavy Friday afternoon traffic. He seemed so at ease behind the wheel of this fancy ride.

"So..." y/n prompted, still looking around the city in awe. "You want to explain where we're going?" Y/n kept stealing glances over at Jack, admiring the strong line of his jaw and how his features were cast in dramatic shadow and light from the passing streetlights.

He must have sensed her watching, as he briefly cut his eyes over with an unreadable expression. A little half-smile played at the corners of his lips before he returned his focus to the road.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack signaled and took an exit ramp. He merged them through a few side streets before pulling into a vast, nearly empty parking lot.

Y/n gasped softly as the enormous neon lights of the aquarium came into view, bathing the interior of the car in their brilliant bluish glow. She felt the excitement bubbling up inside as she looked over at Jack with a huge smile.

He killed the engine, throwing them into stillness and silence, save for the distant rumble of traffic. Jack turned to face her, catching and holding her gaze. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he regarded her for a long, lingering moment.

Then, he flashed her a lopsided grin. "Surprise..." he said simply with a little shrug. Before y/n could respond, Jack hopped out of the driver's seat and came around to her door, opening it with a gentlemanly flourish. "For the lady," he said with a playfully snarky bow.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head at his antics as she took the hand he offered. “As you should.” She said as Jack tugged her up and out of the car with surprising strength, pulling her right into his arms.

"Try not to swoon," Jack murmured low in her ear, gesturing up towards the twinkling aquarium lights. She could only nod, biting her lip to stifle her beaming smile as he laced their fingers together and led the way inside.

…

The double doors parted with a whirl of circulated air, and Y/n was immediately enveloped in the aquarium's hushed, reverential atmosphere. Soft blue lighting bathed the high ceilings and winding corridors in an ethereal glow.

"Welcome to Ritual Rift's acclaimed aquarium," a staff member greeted them. "One of the largest all-shark exhibits in the country." "No way..." Y/n breathed, clutching Jack's hand a little tighter. Of course, the arrogant jock would go big for a date.

Jack squeezed her fingers, turning to flash her a crooked grin. "Pretty cool, huh? But we've got the whole place to ourselves tonight." Y/n looked around in awe of the spacious opening, the sound of the fountains fille the almost empty corridor.

"How did you even swing that?" y/n arched an eyebrow, aiming for nonchalance though her heart stuttered at the thought of the intimate night ahead.

He shrugged, puffing out his chest. "I've got connections. Shall we?" Without waiting for her reply, Jack tugged her further inside. His hand was furnace-hot against her chilled fingers.

They wandered in silence for a while, taking in the luminous floor-to-ceiling tanks housing exotic sea creatures from around the globe. More than once, y/n caught Jack openly watching her with unabashed longing as the shimmering lights played across her face.

Don't read into it, she cautioned herself. Jack's been this way with every girl...

Still, she couldn't resist leaning closer when he draped his arm along the back of a bench, drawing her against his side as they watched a pair of deadly reef sharks glide effortlessly through their display.

"They're gorgeous..." she murmured, captivated by the sleek, powerful bodies cutting through the water.

Jack hummed an agreement, his fingertips ghosting unconsciously along her arm, raising delicious goosebumps. "I've always loved sharks. Admired their...tenacity."

She shot him a sidelong look at the clear double entendre but didn't object when he tangled his fingers with hers once more, squeezing firmly.

…

They continued on that way, Jack monopolizing any chance to touch her - resting his palm at the small of her back to guide her around a corner, draping an arm lazily around her shoulders, sidling up unnecessarily close as they stopped to examine a new tank.

She searched for any hint of mockery in his warm eyes but found only naked sincerity, causing her heart to stutter. As they entered a dimly lit cove, Jack stopped so abruptly that y/n nearly slammed into his back.

He turned and steadied her with hands on her waist, holding her there as a spinning vortex tunnel stretching high above them whirred to life.

Y/n steadied herself with her hands braced on Jack's firm chest as the tunnel whirred and began rotating around them. An array of vivid sea creatures appeared to swim in mesmerizing circles up the walls.

Jack's hands slid more securely around her waist, drawing her flush against him. She could feel the deep rumble of his chuckle against her chest.

"Pretty wild, right?" His lips brushed the delicate shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Though I've seen some moves on the ice that could put these animations to shame."

Y/n rolled her eyes, grateful for the low lighting that hid her furious blush. "Is that so, Hotshot?"

"I don't know, y/n," Jack said with a little smirk, purposely using the shortened version of her name she hated. "Maybe you should show me some of your moves sometime." He punctuated the cheesy line with a wink and a little quarter-turn of their bodies in time with the spinning tunnel.

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you?" She arched an eyebrow, keeping her tone as dry as she could manage while hyper-aware of every place their bodies touched.

Rather than rising to her sarcasm, Jack's gaze had fallen resolutely to her lips. He reached up with one hand to tenderly caress the side of her face, letting his fingers linger perhaps a beat too long as they grazed her flushed cheek.

"Maybe I would..." he murmured in that deep, rumbly timbre that had her breath hitching. She opened her mouth to fling back a pithy rejoinder, but any coherent words died on her lips as Jack began to slowly, inexorably lean in close, she could feel his warm breath fanning against her parted lips.

His body tenses as their lips finally meet in a long-awaited kiss, the kind of kiss that’s filled with electricity and sparks. Every inch of their body is press against each other.

When the kiss finally breaks apart, it feels like time stopped with it. Y/n’s heart is pounding against her chest and she can’t help but stare at Jack with parted lips, as if waiting to kiss him again. Jack leans away, getting a better look at her face, his eyes filled with the same passionate look.

#fluff #angst #masterlist #new writers on tumblr #new fic #jack hughes fic #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes smut #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x you #new jersey devils #jh86 #nico hischier #jesper bratt #luke hughes #quinn hughes

[absolutebl]

What to watch after Pit Babe? Thai BL Actor Guide

So you loved Pit Babe and you wanna see your favorite BL boy in his old series? But should you?

Here's a guide...

Babe AKA Pavel - 2 Moons 2

Pavel is one of my favorite actors in BL (he's this blog's icon for a reason) and actually 2 Moons 2 is pretty good, primarily because of his character, Forth. Who has an actual character evolution and growth arc... in a BL!

Amazing.

Don't be fooled 2 Moons 2 is a reboot and extension of 2 Moons, not a spin off. So you don't have to have watched the first iteration, in fact I recommend against it.

Anygay, the main couple of 2M2 is naff, but Forth is great and Pavel is great as that character. He has good chemistry with his pairing, and as a BL fan it's not a bad idea to know your 2 Moon's roots. 2 Moons is one of the most popular Y-novels ever written, one of the most popular shows of it's time, and the perpetuator of many Thai BL tropes.

Pavel's second BL, Coffee Melody, is not worth watching.

If Babe was your favorite character, and Babe & Charlie a pairing you enjoy, I would suggest Big Dragon as your next BL. Same vibes, high heat, chaotic. Another possibility is the slightly lower heat but stil unhinged Laws of Attraction.

You also might like some stuff out of Taiwan. They tend to have the angst + high heat + sappy softness that characterized Charlie + Babe.

Way AKA Nut - Oxygen

Nut is way different in his previous rolls, as the lead in both Oxygen, and Something in My Room. Same gorgeous voice and soulful eyes and Nut tends to play sensitive torn characters but the similarities end there.

In Oxygen, his acting is stiff. In fact, Oxygen as a whole is pretty stiff. I like it very much and it is a big comfort watch for me because of it's smooth peaceful softness, but it's flawed, slow and awkward. I did an episode by episode thing for that show (my first watch along).

In his second BL, Something in My Room, Nut demonstrates improved acting and chemistry, but I don't recommend it. It's a touch of horror, built on the "my ghost boyfriend" trope, and it's quite sad.

So try Oxygen but if what you're after is more BL with a Way-like main character then I would recommend Moonlight Chicken or The Eclipse chewy BL with sensitive boys and some grey morality.

Jeff AKA Pon - Starhunter Talent

Pon was with Starhunter before this and so has appearances in several of their BLs. He's demonstrated great natural acting talent, charisma, and good chemistry with all his pairs but because he often appeared in chaotic ensemble pieces has been easily forgotten (including by me). Starhunter chronically underused him but also utterly miss-applied him.

Gen Y 2 is actually a master class in flawed casting. They put Pon into a triangle, where he plays a fated mate pining uke against a very stiff lead pair - but they expected us not to want him to be end game. Big mistake. Watch this mess if you just want to see how a good actor can eat up all the air of a bad pair, winning hearts and influencing fans.

Otherwise the Gen Y series is a bloated mess, and I can't recommend them. I trashed watched so you don't have too. While Pon demonstrates skills against a backdrop of ranging tallent, oddball story, and chaotic outcomes I wouldn't have bothered if not for the dumpster fire.

Pon's first BL is The Moment, and he's good in it, but it's a terrible show. Boring and plotless.

He's fantastic in Make A Wish but only a side part (despite what is said in MDL) and his arc is VERY sad. Still it's a GREAT under appreciated BL, I recommend it as the one to watch if you have to see Pon in something else. It's nothing like Pit Babe though.

Yeah our pathway for Pon ends here, so lets look, instead, at

Alan & Jeff - Bed Friend

This was Sailub's first BL role, and I speak for all of us when I say... more please.

So instead of a watching a pathway for him, I'm gonna give you a few BL suggestions based on the assumption that this side couple was your favorite from this series (as it was mine).

What we had with this pairing was

older sensitive sweetheart sunshine seme + tortured dark scared tsundere uke.

FUN dynamic! Here are some options where this style took center stage:

Bed Friend

Between Us

Love By Chance (AePete only)

Triage

Tokyo in April is

I Became the Main Role of a BL

Pete & Kenta - Word of Honor

Ah you like your boys troubled with money, questionable morals, and the slight inclination to pick at their fingernails with a knife?

Neither Garfield nor Ping have done other BLs but here are my picks for BLs that feature this kind of character and dynamic, and we are leaving Thailand for these (since it's darker territory than Thailand usually handles... well).

HIStory 3: Trapped 

Long Time No See 

Irresistible Love

Word of Honor

Where Your Eyes Linger

Other familiar faces

NORTH AKA Michael

North played by Michael was our big comedy insert for this show.

But all his roles prior to this were very serious. Till the World Ends and Call It What You Want are practically depressing, even his role in Oxygen is pretty dark. He actually has been in BL a very long time, he was one of Noh's friends in Love Sick at just 18. Frankly, that'd waht you should watch if you are gonna watch any of his back catelogue, but it's NOTHING like Pit Babe or his role in it, still it's the beginning of Thai BL and Noh is a little sunshine of chaos, and it's great so...

Where was I?

If you really want a comedic himbo lead character there are are quite a few out there, and it's a crazy playing field because Japan is in it to win it.

Leaving aside high school stuff, here are some options:

Cherry Magic (Japan)

Ossan’s Love 

Mr Unlucky Can Only Kiss

Love Tractor

Bad Buddy

Love Stage!!

My Day

History 4: Close to You

KIM AKA Benz

Benz who played Kim has also done BL before, En of Love: This Is Love Story, but it is not good and not worth watching.

While I want the queer Falling Into Your Smile or Love O2O or Appledog more than anything, that doesn't exist. We have yet to have a true gaymer BL. (I mean come on, nerdy queer is practically a stereotype at this point, where is it?)

All of which is to say if Kim was your favorite... I don't know. Our Dating Sim maybe Semantic Error?

WINNER AKA Pop

Pop has lead out a BL, it's a very slow, very queer, very unwatched piece called La Cuisine.

@heretherebedork and I loved it, but it's hard to imagine anyone else enjoying it. You have to be a hard BL stan to tolerate the pace and pulp quality of that one. He's a completely different character but if you really like the actor try him in La Cuisine, I think he was better cast for that than Pit Babe.

I just enjoyed the show in general, what's next?

In general, if you really enjoyed Pit Babe itself as a series (and it's multiple couples and chaotic noise and erratic concept) you're in the KinnPorsche camp of Thai BL. I actually made a "watch next" pathways and rating guide for that show, which might work for you.

Specifically I would say Manner of Death. It's a little more focused in character and plot but still a wild ride. And MaxTul are the Kings for a reason.

You might also try Not Me, Never Let Me Go, and 3 Will Be Free although all of these, coming from GMMTV, are lower heat levels than Pit Babe.

Finally, seriously, try The Sign. I know it was airing "in competition" but there is room in your heart for both shows. I promise. They have the same wild sexy energy, and are loads of fun.

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#pit babe #pit babe the series #what to watch next #thai actors watching guide #pit babe watching guide #2 Moons 2 #ForthBeam #pavel phoom #Big Dragon #nut supanut #Oxygen the series #Gen Y 2 #star Hunter #Pon Thanapon #AlanJeff #PeteKenta #history 3: trapped #Michael Kiettisak #Cherry Magic #Semantic Error #Pop Pataraphol #La Cuisine the series #KinnPorsche #Make A Wish

[cemeteryspider]

House of Us

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A prank turned into a memory of a sweet moment.

Trigger Warnings: Red Room *Mentioned Briefly*

Word Count: 723 Words

Today was like any boring day in the Avenger's Tower complex. Tony and Bruce were away tinkering in the lab attempting to analyze a lab-created sample of Vibranium.

Meanwhile, Peter was tucked away in a corner, immersed in perfecting a new prototype web shooter. Despite his best efforts, he had shockingly successful encounters with the electric web—shocking himself at least five times in the last hour.

Thor was away on Asgard with Loki, doing mysterious sibling activities, probably visiting their mother.

Natasha, on the other hand, was on a mission with Clint. Given Barton's status as the perennial target for y/n's pranks and general mischief, she already pulled off a daring escapade, swapping out Clint's training arrows with plunger arrows.

With most of the usual suspects occupied, only a few remained. Steve Rogers, currently training with Bucky Barnes in the gym, was one of them, and messing with their workout routine wasn't high on y/n's priority list.

However, a sudden recollection changed the game.

Then, a memory surfaced with Wanda—a playful tradition from the past.

Before they officially started dating a month ago, y/n used to, at least once a week, change the background of Wanda's phone to the most ridiculous pictures of their friends, and occasionally, even Wanda herself.

Reflecting on the last time she played this prank, just before their first date, with a goofy picture of Wanda making a silly face during a silly Christmas movie, a mischievous idea sparked.

Wanda was currently in the kitchen making some delicious Sokovian dish that her mother used to make on special occasions. What was the special occasion? Their one month anniversary of course.

So as stealthily as possible, I utilized my training from the Red Room to make my way over to Wanda's phone and snatched it from the counter. Ready to Airdrop the goofiest picture of Peter Parker to make Wanda's lock screen, I stopped dead in my tracks. The picture that was already there was the one of us before we started dating.

~~~

Wanda practically dragged me across New York to show me something. Apparently something so important we couldn't even stop at the Bakery to get their new line of Avenger's themed donuts.

Wanda's was said to taste like mixed berry and magic.

While at dinner we were talking about family traditions. In Sokovia they had a tree that was strung with lights and glittering paper snowflakes.

When I said that I don't have traditions, and every day was the same in the Red Room. Train, practice, eat, sleep. Again and again. She thought this was unacceptable.

Then we were running through the streets of New York.

"You will love it I promise! This is so much better than donuts" She swore up and down.

Then all of a sudden she covered my eyes with her soft perfect hands and told me to walk forward.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded and started to giggle. A sound I didn't even know I was capable of making. She removed her hands and I saw the most gorgeous Christmas tree I had ever seen.

It was so tall that the star on top of the tree looked like it could be in the sky. Rainbow lights strung all around it made it shine like nothing I'd ever seen, except for maybe Wanda's eyes.

Around me couples were taking photos with the tree as a backdrop and families wrangling kids. Somebody else getting down on one knee and the coos of single people around.

I turned to look at Wanda to exclaim how amazing this is, but she was just looking at me and smiling.

"You deserve the world y/n and I want to give it to you"

I buried my face in the fur of her jacket.

~~~

We asked some random stranger to take a couple pictures of us, and this is one of them. Wanda is laughing at a joke I made her face crinkled and my eyes were closed laughing at her reaction.

That was the moment I knew I had to ask her out, but I didn't work up the courage until a couple weeks later.

That probably was one of the best nights of my life, and I wasn't expecting it to be.

Well I guess I won't be changing her lock screen today.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #marvel #the avengers #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #wanda maximoff x reader

[swearingcactus]

Obscure Far Cry Promos and Content

I'm a big far cry fan, which means I have to make my own food in this economy. But sometimes I just want some ACTUAL canon or canon-ish or even just canon-adjacent content, y'know? It has gotten to the point I go into youtube rabbit holes or watch a remarkably below average hallmark movies for 5 minutes of an actor's screentime to hopefully hear Jason or Ajay or whoever talk. And so in these quests, I've found a couple obscure promos. Gonna compile them here for myself mostly :)

Far Cry 3

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Doctor Earnhardt //a live action video with Alec Earnhardt's VA

Far Cry 3 - The Voices of Insanity: Vaas //same thing but with Michael Mando

Hoyt Audition Far Cry 3 //the last part of "The Voices of Insanity" videos, couldn't find the one from Ubisoft's own account but someone else had posted it on youtube

Far Cry 3 for PS3: TV Spot

Far Cry 3 -- Island Survival Guide: Psychopaths, Drugs & Other Dangers // video narrated by Willis Huntley

Far Cry 3 -- The Savages: Vaas & Buck // this video shows a rare render of vaas with tataus on his arm!

Far Cry 3 | The Tribe: Citra & Dennis //this video has a deleted scene where Jason hallucinates the tatau snaking up his arm

Far Cry 3 -- The Tyrant: Hoyt

Far Cry 3 - Insane Edition // this is a promo done for a special edition for the game, Michael Mando probably couldn't shoot the promo himself and just voice acted, and so they used another actor and made it so the camera never sees Vaas's face.

^ There is also a survival guide titled Face Your Insanity written by post-Rook events Jason Brody as part of the Insane Edition.

Far Cry 3 | E3 2012 Step Into Insanity Trailer [NORTH AMERICA] // this has a few close-ups of Jason and Vaas switching places with each other

Far Cry 3 Interviews (via @lulu2992)

Far Cry 3 Tweets by Jeffrey Yohalem, the lead writer. (also compiled by @/lulu2992! Thanks again!)

Far Cry 4

Divya Kandala's Blog (archived on the Wayback Machine) // Divya Kandala is a fictional journalist who wrote a blog about her travels to Kyrat, her blog's basically world-building promo for FC4. You could also find the house she stayed at in Kyrat!

Far Cry 4 TV Commercial

Far Cry 4 | Kyrat Tuk Tuk Stories //this is the MOST we see ajay in third person in promo content

Far Cry 4 - CGI Trailer // this isn't exactly RARE but it took forever for me to find that clip of ajay's eyes reflecting from the kukri. plus he looks EXTREMELY caucasian which really doesn't help the rumors I've heard that they originally wanted Jason again as FC4's protag

Comedy Central Far Cry 4 Commercial feat Danny Pudi & Donald Glover

Far Cry 4 and Childish Gambino: The Collaboration | PS4, PS3 // a music video for Crawl by Childish Gambino done as a collab

Old Archive.Org link to the Far Cry 4 webpage that had a choose your own adventure campaign

^ and the youtube video to promote it

Far Cry 4 | Behind the Scene Trailer 1/3 [Europe] // developer vlogs when they visited Nepal and interviewed the ghurka that became base for Golden Path, you can see the village that resembles Banapur a lot!

Far Cry 4 Performance Capture Interview // you can see Janina Gavankar, Amita's actress doing some mocap in this

Janina Gavankar Talks Far Cry 4 - ^ and the interview with her after

World Gameplay Premiere - Walkthrough E3 2014 - Far Cry 4 // this was to showcase gameplay but they eventually took out this entire mission where you have to wingsuit to Ratu Gadhi (Yuma's fortress), which is a shame because it looked very nice.

Far Cry 5

i'll be honest, im not a fc5 girlie, so i dont usually do a lot of digging, and im pretty sure these are actually not obscure at all. but these are trailers i found that really blew it out of the park. the marketing team for 5 really went HAM

Far Cry 5: Teaser Trailer | Ubisoft //this has a peggie banging someone's head to a church bell rhythmically with the gorgeous view of Montana mountains as backdrop and i for one, find it hilarious

Far Cry 5 | The Sermon - Live Action Trailer

Far Cry 5 | The Baptism - Live Action Trailer //somebody once mentioned this one has Joseph looking like Trevor GTA and i have never quite known peace ever since. it really also shows the reality of how Joseph is actually just really Unwell, and lore that Joseph killed Pastor Jerome's daughter that never showed up in-game.

Far Cry 5: Anything Can Happen, Everything Will - Live Action TV Spot | Trailer // mixes live action and game CGI renders, pretty cool actually!

The Making of Far Cry 5 | Behind the Scenes of Ubisoft [Documentary]

Far Cry 6 Comics

not gonna put in FC6 stuff because they're actually very easy to find! lots of trailers and mocaps and interviews on youtube :) Far Cry 6 actually has a more obscure lore in their comics

Far Cry: Esperanza's Tears comic // this is a Juan-centric prequel comic that features a completely new country, lore about Far Cry universe's political landscape, and lots of cameos from 3-6's characters! very interesting read especially if you're a sucker for backstories like me

Far Cry: Rite of Passage comic // this is more popular as it features Anton telling Diego the backstories for 3-5's villains.

There is also a book titled The Official Far Cry Survival Guide written by a fictional character called Hunter Nash, who supposedly grew up with Hope County-level of a doomsday prepper dad and winds up as a journalist who travels to the locations of 3-6 and wrote how to survive each location accordingly. It's adorned with official artwork of the games and plenty of survival tips. Not much lore-wise, but cool nonetheless! it also fuels my co-workers au ideas but that's personal.

i have actually found stuff like a really old MTV show called Undressed with Gianpaolo Venuta where he uses his Jason voice for his character, and how Patrick Kwok-Choon, the new voice actor for Ajay does voice acting in Thomas the Train Engine and Paw Patrol, and an indie movie with Greg Bryk where he wears fun sunglasses like Joseph, but that's neither here nor there to the franchise, so eh. // i'll edit this post if i find more, so maybe check back sometimes!

#far cry #far cry analysis #far cry 3 #far cry 4 #far cry 5 #far cry 6

[voguescapes]

one day | j. bassett

about. (y/n) gets dared to prank call her mom and say that her and joshua are getting married the next day.

warnings. mentions of a heart attack but as a joke, fake engagement, future engagement, nun really just fluff. lmk if i missed anything <;33

pairings. joshua bassett x actor!reader

based off this ask

"We're here with Teen Vogue and we're going to be playing a little game of 'I Dare You'!" Joshua grinned, as some of his cast mates cheered.

It was around noon and the cast were currently in the middle of their fourth interview of the day. Joshua was enjoying every moment of the press tour, and felt so incredibly grateful to be accompanied by his co-stars who had become some of his best friends, and you, his gorgeous girlfriend throughout these busy months.

Matt, Julia, Dara, Joshua, and Larry sat on a yellow couch in front of a lavender paper backdrop, while Sofia, Frankie, you, and Olivia sat behind them in brown stool chairs.

In front of them were a bunch of assorted candies like Red Vines, M&Ms, Smarties, Sour Patch Kids, and marshmallows, along with two jars labeled truth and dare with small pieces of colorful paper inside.

Matt began the game by picking a slip of paper out of the dare jar. "Let someone in the group post a status on your Instagram story proclaiming your love for someone else."

Everyone burst into laughter when Frankie begged Matt to let him post the story. Joshua proceeded to explain the dare, seeing as you and Olivia didn't fully understand what he was supposed to say in the video.

You and Sofia giggled while Frankie prepared himself to film the video, fixing his hair and adjusting the angle of Matt's phone in his hand. Joshua shifted his body around and placed his hand on your knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb and sweetly smiling up at you.

"Hey guys! it’s Frankie and I'm here with Teen Vogue and, um, Matt just spilled the secret that he's in love with me and I'm his favourite so, I guess that's set in stone." He shrugged, lifting his free hand in the air. He finished recording and the whole set cracked up at the silly video he recorded.

Joshua turned back around, taking his hand off your knee as Matt added a couple tags, eventually posting the video onto his Instagram story, allowing everyone to continue the game.

Julia went next, also choosing a dare.

The game continued on almost in order in which you were all sitting, except Josh insisted everyone went before him. It was your turn after Frankie, who had just revealed how many selfies he took today, which was nearly 100 photos.

You clasped your hands together nervously as you considered picking truth, to save yourself from any embarrassment (and honestly to get the easier way out), but Joshua gave you a reassuring rub up and down your clothed shin, and you decided to choose from the dare jar. Everyone around you clapped and let out small words of encouragement to you. Rolling your eyes jokingly, your mouth dropped open and you covered your mouth as you read the dare.

"What is it, Y/N/N?" Matt questioned, being the first one to notice your reaction to the small slip of colored paper, more so shocked of what was written on it.

"Put your phone on speaker, call your mom or dad, and tell them you're getting married tomorrow." You grumbled, taking your hand off of your mouth and reaching for your phone that was placed in your pocket.

While you searched for your parents contacts, your friends cheered and chuckled as Larry chanted your ship name and nudged Josh, who was looking down at his hand in his lap, covering up the small blush that appeared on his cheeks.

"Agh, okay. Should I call my mom or my dad first?" You inquired aloud, everyone's answers including your publicists in the background mainly being your dad, but you peered down at your boyfriend who was looking up at you with a pouted lip and big, soft, eyes that were practically begging you to choose your mom (for his safety, of course).

"Then it's settled. I'm calling my mom first." You giggled, while everyone else except for Joshua groaned. "Do you think she's going to be mad?" Dara inquired, tilting her head back instead of turning around to look up at you. "Well... maybe? Who knows. My parents adore Josh," you flickered your eyes towards Joshua, "but we're way too young, so there's no telling." You informed her, meanwhile playing with the promise ring on your hand.

You mentioned to everyone that you were going to call and that they had to be silent since you were putting your mother on speaker. After a few rings, your mom answered. The line was a bit glitchy, but it was still clear enough to make out what she was saying.

"Hey, Mom!"

"Hey sunshine, how are you?" Your mom asked sweetly. You hadn't seen your mom since press tour started, but you made sure to stay in contact with your family while you were on the road. That meant calls, texts, skypes, and facetimes whenever you weren't busy.

"I'm really good, where are you?" You inquired, attempting to make the conversation seem less up front and more believable, while being aware of the time.

"I'm at the grocery store now, honey."

"Is dad with you?" You questioned and watched Joshua's body tense while he awaited her answer. "Yes, he's grabbing some tomatoes right now." She recalled.

"Oh, well actually, I kinda have something to tell you guys!" Larry snickered and Joshua lightly slapped his arm to shut him up before looking back up to you, his demeanor changing completely.

"Oh okay, I'm heading towards him right now, sweetheart." You could hear the sounds of refrigerator doors closing and squeaky shopping cart wheels through the phone. "Alright, your dad's listening, what is it, pumpkin?" Olivia smiled warmly at all the pet names you were called by your loving mother and placed her hand over her mouth just in case she needed to stop her laughter in a few seconds.

"Well, uh, me and Josh are getting married tomorrow." You shared quickly, shutting your eyes, imagining your parents faces as the line went completely silent.

Everyone around you threw their heads back, crinkled their eyes, smiled, wiggled their eyebrows, and more, while Joshua pressed his face into one of the decorative pillows on the couch, his styled curls sprawled all over. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and he brought his head up from the pillow, maintaining eye contact with you as your mother finally spoke up.

"What?" She inquired, although she had fully heard her daughter's words. You repeated the sentence and you heard something fall. Your eyes widened, immediately assuming the worst.

"Tomorrow!?"

"Y/M/N, you dropped the eggs!"

You let out a breath of relief, but things only became worse as the seconds passed.

"I'm so happy for you, baby! Where are you two getting married?" Your mom squealed. Joshua's mouth fell at your mothers words and a sly grin appeared on his pink, soft lips, which didn't go unnoticed by your friends.

"Why don't I let Joshua tell you?" You smirked and practically shoved the phone into your 'fiancé's' face. He reluctantly took the phone and sent you the biggest glare as he greeted your parents,

"Hi, Mr and Mrs L/N."

"Honey, Your family now, call us Y/M/N and Y/D/N." Your mom urged and continued to speak with Joshua, rambling on about the unexpected news before she was rudely interrupted by your furious father.

"So you're telling me you decided to propose to my daughter without telling her parents or receiving our blessings?" Joshua gulped. "And even worse, convince her to marry you without her family there to support her?" Your Dad maintained a stern tone, although you could tell he was so close to going berserk in the middle of the grocery store.

"Sir I-" Joshua looked up at his cast mates for help, while you looked down at him with apologetic eyes.

Aware of the amount of time that had passed since your mother answered the call, you looked towards your manager and the crew, mouthing an apology. They all ignored you though, evidently eating it all up. You could see the headlines already.

"It's a joke!" You shouted loud enough for your dad to hear you over his excessive ranting. Your mom pried her phone out of your father's hands, "what do you mean it's a joke?" Joshua passed your phone back to you as you facepalmed. "Mom, we're at an interview! We're playing I Dare You with Teen Vogue, I got dared to tell you I'm getting married tomorrow. I'm sorry!" You apologised. Dara held back a laugh as you looked back at her with your hand over your mouth, your eyes giving away your emotions.

"Everyone, say hi!" Joshua cheered, his voice altering and cracking like an adolescent boy as he spoke.

Your cast mates greeted your parents. "Hi, momma L/N!" Frankie hollered into the phone. "Frankie, you were a part of this? Y/D/N almost had a heart attack!" Your mother joked, waving your father off as he mumbled something about the scare you had pulled on them.

"I'm sorry, Mr L/N." Larry snorted at Joshua's apology and contorted face. "It's alright, son. I'm just glad I still have the chance to walk my baby down the aisle." He affirmed, his demeanor a complete 180 from what it was just a few minutes ago.

Joshua smiled brightly at the fact that your dad had called him son. Olivia nudged you a little and you chuckled to cover up your searing cheeks. "Momma L/N," Dara began, "why'd you sound so excited? You weren't mad or scared?"

"I was surprised, yes, but I know Joshua makes Y/N happy, and he loves her more than anything. He's had my approval since the beginning, so I wasn't worried at all." Your friends let out aw's at your mothers heartwarming words.

You nervously smiled and shook your head, fiddling with a loose thread on your pants when you felt Joshua place his hand back on your knee, "Thank you, Y/M/N, I appreciate that."

"Speaking of, Joshua?" Your mother spoke out, grabbing his attention again.

"Yes, Y/M/N?"

"When are you going to put a ring on it?" Your eyes practically popped out of your head while your friends were practically falling out of their chairs, dying with laughter.

Your mother was truly the most supportive, bold person on planet earth. You saw Matt wipe stray tears off his eyes as he continued laughing.

"Mom! You're going to scare him away!" You groaned, visibly cringing and scrunching your eyes up in embarrassment, more aware than ever that this conversation was happening in front of all your friends and everyone behind the camera. Joshua shook his head, grabbing your hand and playing with the promise ring he'd given you.

"It would take a lot to scare me away," Josh smiled and placed a kiss on your knuckles before answering your mom, "I know I'm going to marry her one day."

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[sivavakkiyar]

What do you think of video game jazz? I’m getting into jazz right now and it’s how I got it into it but it feels kind of cringe to admit that

Ahhh tbh this is one of those things I’d want to give a more in-depth answer to. By which I mean I fantasize about having the talent and ability to do a 4 hour Folding Ideas style video essay about the entirety of ‘video game music is real music’ as a phenomenon. The most relevant backdrop to this is that I think people forget that the early 2000’s, when this discourse (in the West) started picking up steam was reactionary, by which I also mean probably not inline with the aesthetics by which we love video game music now. I mean ‘it’s not just beeps and boops!’ was the rallying cry: Anamanaguchi and chip tune stuff, even the fetish for those old hardware sounds wasn’t particularly widespread. So they loved the melodies they grew up with in games, but also thought of them as being ‘hobbled’ by the hardware, as opposed to sounds in their own right. So they were arguing that the music was legitimate now—-by which they very explicitly meant ‘performed on real instruments, often the instruments of the Western Orchestra.’ And I’m not saying ‘Western’ as a kneejerk thing either: a lot of those early attempts are embarassing because they take music obviously based around Japanese timbres and apply them to Western instrumentation in a way no one would be happy with today. So we no longer share that aesthetic—-we recognize that the moon theme from Ducktales on the NES is gorgeous, not in a ‘imagine what it could be!’ way, but specifically in and of itself. The orchestrated version of Mother’s Fallin Love is somehow not as intensely moving as the NES original, etc, and even if tastes differ we can agree on the possibility of that.

So I’d argue that this is kind of an important backdrop to the cultural phenomenon of what ‘video game jazz’ is, and has a lasting influence on it’s appeal: a legitimization for melodies and pieces we love. Jazz traditionalists and gatekeepers might occasionally dismiss it as ‘not real jazz’, but that involves a whole host of other assumptions. It obviously is jazz—-but what kind? overwhelmingly, it’s either tightly performed big band medleys or smooth jazz—-closer to the infamously Kenny G.

And that, to be honest, is kind of the point! People attend video game jazz shows to hear those melodies, that’s the point—-they’re not interested in jazz as such. Normally the argument for it’s potential legitimacy is ‘jazz has always used popular music of the day’, and I agree! But that’s clearly not the singular draw of the stuff, and I’ll give this example:

Mahanthappa is objectively one of the major figures of contemporary jazz. This was his arrangement of the New Horizons theme, recorded shortly “after COVID” (you know what I mean, god save us). It was relevant, popular, and significant, and made no headways in the video game jazz scene. How is this possible? Because the assumptions are different, and a good amount of the video game jazz specific audience didn’t respond to it: this is Mahanthappa bringing that music into jazz, as opposed to what amounts to an arranged revue. And so in a weird way there’s actually something like mutual disinterest, and reason why people tend to think of them as like fundamentally different.

It is stupid though. I have an old OneUps CD.

Sorry that coulda been shorter lol

#long post #silistens #wait no it couldn’t it would have had to be longer

[kayhi808]

Perfect Match -12

The Glasshouse is gorgeous. You squeeze Billy's hand as you walk out onto the terrace. You were thinking of a private ceremony on the terrace with Midtown Manhattan & the Hudson River at sunset as your backdrop. Then with the reception inside for 120ish people. It will mostly be Syndicate people. Billy doesn't have many people to invite. You were even thinking of a separate dinner party later, for Billy and his friends at the townhouse.

Tonight you were doing a food sampling of what could be served at the wedding. You had Billy invite Frank & his wife, since Frank was Bill's best friend & Best Man. You should have had your cousin and her husband with you, but you nixed that idea. Catty bitch. They couldn't see past Billy's scars and you would not have them mock him. It would be poor form to kill your Maid of Honor. You're better off with no one.

"This is nice. Cheers, Baby," raising his champagne flute to toast with you.

You would definitely protect this man with your life. Smiling up at him, your glasses clink and you sip your champagne, enjoying the bubbles & crisp fruity notes. Bill leans in to kiss you & you can taste the green apples & pear on his lips.

Someone clears their throat behind you both & Bill turns, discreetly nudging you behind him. You love how protective he is. It's almost second nature. You see that it's Frank and his wife. Bill walks over to them & their smiles show how much love they have for Bill. He sweeps Maria up in a hug. She looks close to tears as she gazes up at him, cupping his cheek in her palm. He even earns a hug & clap on the back from Frank. You stand to the side, watching Billy bask in the love of his family.

Maria's inquisitive gaze meets yours. You know she's sizing you up. Judging you if you're worthy of Billy Russo. You don't know how much she knows about you. "Angel?" Billy holds out his hand to you, drawing you forward, "You remember, Frank."

"Of course," you take his hand & kiss him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're able to join us tonight."

"This is my wife, Maria."

You clasp her hand & kiss her on the cheek as well, "It's a pleasure to finally meet Bill's family."

Bill's discussed it with you & your grandfather previously; Frank will be Billy's consigliere with you as an Underboss until you're able to produce an Heir. This hierarchy will be acceptable to the Syndicate. In actuality, you're partners. You'll rule together.

Dinner was wonderful. The food was delicious. Frank & Maria helped you both decide on your menu. You enjoy watching Billy with Frank and Maria. You can see the years of history between them. You envy that you don't have relationships like that in your life. You were always so focused on impressing your grandfather & battling your father. The men you would see were one night stands or casual hook-ups. You knew none of them would last because you knew you were always destined for an arranged marriage. You never had your guard down until you met Bill.

Maria catches you alone in the restroom later in the evening. You were expecting this. "I'm glad you and Frank were free to join us. Bill's so happy you're here."

"Billy's a good guy. He's family." You nod. "We were surprised to hear about the engagement. That was out of the blue."

"Was it?"

"We didn't even know he was seeing someone and then he tells Frankie he's getting married."

"Oh. Um...I don't know how you want me to respond to that."

"I just meant it was a surprise. He was never a relationship kind of guy but it's obvious that he's crazy about you."

"Mmm. Good to hear."

Maria makes an awkward exit and you're left alone. What was that about? Were you supposed to gossip? Tell her how you and Billy met? How long you were dating? This was one game you didn't know how to play.

Now youre well aware at how messed up your life has been. This is a moment in a woman's life where she celebrates with her girlfriends. Women who love and support her. You lack that. You have your grandmother, who you love dearly. You have your cousins but it was made clear that they didn't like you. They were doing a family duty by participating in your wedding. You had no one to blame but yourself. Growing up, you never had time for them. They dreamt about making good matches for the family, but they were ok with being brood mares. Marry someone high ranking in a family and you can stay at home, spend his money, raise his kids, gossip with the other wives & decorate the house. That was NEVER your dream.

*****

You return home and get ready for bed. "I liked Frank and Maria."

Billy breaks out in a smile at the mention of them, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom watching you. "They liked you, too." He steps closer to you, "Want to tell me about what happened this weekend?"

You put down your brush, shrugging. "I don't like them & they don't like me. The only reason they were there was because my Uncles or their husbands forced them to."

He folds his arms across his chest. "Wouldn't these men take it as an insult now that they are eliminated from the wedding?"

"I thought of that." You stare down at the sink.

Billy releases a sigh & pulls you to him, "I'm not saying you have to include them. Do what you want to do & I'll back you up. This is your wedding."

"But this wouldn't be a smart move on my part. I should just suck it up and go along with the original plan." You pull away from Billy & go to your bedroom. "I never cared about this type of shit growing up."

"This type of shit?" Bill's voice turns icy.

"This was always to be arranged. Little more than a business agreement." You turn to see the hard glint in his eyes. "B...but then. Then I met you." You give him a small smile. "I fell in love with you and now it MEANS SOMETHING," poking a finger to your chest, "You mean something to me. This isn't a business deal anymore."

Billy wraps you in a hug as you try to control your breathing. "I get it." He drops kisses on you. He's silent for a while, but he tilts your chin up to look at him. "You humble me, Angel. The only people that truly matter is you & I. Our promise. Our vow. Everyone else..." Billy frowns & shakes his head. "Half the people there would be happy to see us dead so they can take over the business." Strangely that brings a smile to your lips, which Billy captures in a kiss. "We do the song & dance, but we know what matters. What truly matters." Billy heals the ache in your heart.

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo s2 au

[e1dritchqueer]

All the silly mech media I've consumed so far to prepare for my beam saber game

(Ya'll I have gotten so autistic about mecha it's wild)

Okay for context I'm gonna join a Beam Saber (Narrative based mech ttrpg, it's really fucking cool) game soon and I realized that I don't know anything about mecha stuff so I decided to develop a hyperfixation (and I did!!! Luv me some gundam!!!) Anyways here's all the silly media I've gone through for both fun and research as to what "makes" the mecha genre/what the fantasy of mecha is

Underlined ones (EDIT underlines apparently don't work so I'll be putting italics and !!! next to each one I really really like) are ones I really really like and like if you're gonna play/watch anything I recommend those ones

Mobile Suit Gundam I The original Gundam series!!! Both this and the other ones are compilation films, so like yeah, some pacing stuff feels off.

Mobile Suit Gundam II

!!! Mobile Suit Gundam III !!! This one is real well done, worth going through the other two movies I think. The pacing is real tight, focuses on some fascinating ideas and themes, and yeah, I like this alot. Char and Amuro should kiss (also gahhhh frothing at the mouth at the ideas of mech rivals (and mech rivals kissing))

Titanfall 2 Is Titanfall campaign, is good

!!! War in the Pocket !!! The story about a young boy once fascinated by war and mechs until the terrifying reality of war arrives to his home. Love this one, it's real good and also a real good emotional gutpunch. Like.... yeah, I'm fond of this one

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt: December Sky This is the only one I've seen so far that I DO NOT like. Yeah the animation is good and all but it felt too voyeuristic about war in a way that did not sit well with me.

!!! 08th MS Team !!! Gundam but with Vietnam war aesthetics? Love this one love it alot, the story is real good and the backgrounds are GORGEOUS. Out of all the ones I watched this one hit the nail on the head for thematically what I was looking for. Like, it's about a pilot becoming more and more disillusion by the fact they're a soldier and seeks to escape the war, I really really like it!!!

08th MS Team: Miller's Report This is a compilation film, but a weird one, taking place between episodes six and seven, personally I think you might get some enjoyment from watching it instead of those two episodes (at least episode 8, but I'm not sure, there are some moments that I really liked from the show that were cut) but idk.

08th MS Team: Battle In Three Dimensions Short little animation, lovely :), having watched it I think Michel and Sanders should kiss???

!!! The Witch from Mercury (Watching) !!! GAY ASS MECH MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Love me some mech lesbians. But like seriously this one is real good!!! It starts off in its own universe so really good for newcomers (just need to know that there is a difference between a Gundam and a mech within the fiction of the show) I like it alot, it's high school drama with the backdrop of corporate war and space capitalism and like... it's really well done!!!

Friends at the Table: Counter/Weight (Listening) What if an actual play podcast sat down and discussed critical worldbuilding and themes, that's Friends at the Table and it rules!! This one is a more noir focused game with mechs (the system they use is literally called MechNoir) and it's essentially a group of detectives in space Berlin! Real fond of Austin Walker's stuff and Friends at the Table rule, has really inspired me as to how I can run games and what I can do as a player.

Project Nimbus (Playing) Fast mech game, fun.

!!! Heaven Will be Mine (Playing) !!! This game raises the question of what if mech rivals kissed to 11, they are also lesbians, in space, with heavy themes and symbolism, and beautiful art. I really really like this game, finished it twice, trying to 100% it but it's real good, big big big mega fave

Zeta Gundam (Watching) Sequel series to MSG, not sure how I feel about it yet but tbh I'm enjoying it, genuinely love Kamille and I love how Char is in this

!!! Umurangi Generation (Playing) !!! What if you were a photographer at the end of the world and the way the world ended specifically was Evangellion? That's essentially Umurangi Generation and it's REAL good at that, I am extremely fond of this game

Zone of the Enders: The Second Runner (Playing) Like Project Nimbus but with a better feel and also made by the some of the same people who made Metal Gear Solid and Tokimeki Memorial, fun game also all the mechs are sexy????

Phew anyways thats the stuff and my thoughts on it, mech stuff real fucking cool!!! I'm quite fond of it!!! I have so many blorbos now

#char and amuro my beloveds #what's funny is most though not all was consumed in a period of two weeks #gundam #mobile suit gundam #ms team #08th ms team #zeta gundam #witch from mercury #g witch #friends at the table #heaven will be mine #umurangi generation #war in the pocket

[vintagerpg]

Mork Borg is an RPG about what you do in the face on an inevitable apocalypse. ARC: Doom Tabletop RPG (2021), by momatoes, asks a similar question, but against a less absolute backdrop. There is a thimble of hope here for those willing to risk everything.

The clear inspiration is the real world Doomsday Clock, which is a sort of data-fueled metaphor for how close we are to a man-made apocalypse, created in the wake of global nuclear proliferation. It started at 7 minutes to midnight (midnight being the bad thing) back in 1947. The Iron Maiden song “2 Minutes to Midnight” is a reference to the Doomsday Clock. As of this writing, we’re just 100 seconds off.

The feeling of dread conjured up by that information? That’s the fuel of ARC. The rules are light weight but not quite a storytelling game — it often reminds me of The Black Hack, though there isn’t much more than a dim echo of D&D here (though the combat system is surprisingly tactical, thanks to the brutality of a game based on rolling under the target on a single D6). The game is intended for short, finite campaigns, with the countdown edging closer to doom, both through the passage of time (at set intervals, determined before play) and as a consequence of player actions (sometime players can even wager against the clock). Characters have skills and such, but their core is formed by a trio of possible approaches to problems: Creative, Careful and Concerted. That should give you a good idea of ARC’s baseline philosophy.

That’s essentially it. Play is arranged around trying to pull the world back from the brink while inadvertent player action (and failure) sends it sliding closer. This is very much a collaboration between the players and the GM, though, not an adversarial relationship. Mechanically, it feels new and special, but philosophically, it is definitely rooted in a lot of smart design philosophy from all corners of the RPG hobby. And on top of being wicked smart, it is gorgeous too. Somehow, momatoes made the game, the art AND the layout of this thing, and it comes together as a thing of beauty.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Exalted Funeral #Momatoes #ARC

[tinypurpleparrot]

Just finished Harvestella and now I'm mad at how little everyone paid attention to it. Or maybe I'm just super emotional because it's just time for me to be overemotional and weepy at everything. 8/10. Solid, fun game. Gorgeous (if a little repetitive) music and backdrops, interesting characters (went from wanting to strangle Howl Heine to seriously considering marrying him), didn't overstay its welcome. 1 point off because no difficulty sliders (even though I suppose I didn't need them I just had to overlevel a bit), and 1 point off because that was wayyy too close to FF14: Endwalker and UGH POWER OF FRIENDSHIP AND ALL THESE GUNS I FOUND.

I now have about 3 weeks to beat Stranger of Paradise before Starfield. And the Moogle Tomestone prizes were just datamined today, and it sounds like it's gonna be burnout time.

#games #harvestella #harvestella spoilers #video games #no I didn't marry anyone #unsure if I want to go back to 100% as I almost never do that

[hamrammr]

Hallo

Hello those who've started following me because of FFXIV OC stuff :D You will have that, but I am currently in Monster Hunter World phase.

Look at my character he is baby in ranks and so handsome

We only just got into the frosty snowy place. He's over it.

I want them to kiss so bad

Oh Handler of mine, You are interrupting my date v_v

Honestly tho, this game is so gorgeous. Its backdrops like this that just, make me feel some sort of indescribably emotion.

The stormy distant clouds, the flock of-- Some far off flying creature. Whole droves of them. The dramatic canyons and plateaus.

#Anyways. I wont give any big spoilers #not that I really know any myself. #I am baby. My ranks are very small #I like using the bow and dual blades. Also HAMMMERRRR

[aleakybiro]

Gris; A new way of using a medium

So I recently played through the game ‘Gris’ (2018), and I would 100% recommend! The gameplay was enjoyable, the puzzles challenging, and was a good general experience. The story centers around a girl who has been through a traumatic experience, with each of the game’s chapters focusing on one of the five stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. 

The first thing that stood out to me about this game was the art. Painted in a loose, watercolour style, it’s beautiful and rather unique, and combined with the music creates an overall immersive effect. But as well as setting a gorgeous backdrop, the art plays a key part in the story.

Gris’ journey begins in black and white, in a barren landscape. Every step is slow, every button results in her slumping to the ground. This immediately resonated with me, evoking a feeling of hopelessness the way a painting or a piece of music perhaps would, but not one I’ve felt so strongly from a videogame before this.

As you travel, Gris gains abilities relating to her environment. One of these is her dress becoming a heavy block, a grounding force against the winds of anger which allows slow, but steady steps forward through the storm. Later, this ability can be used to generate large amounts of force, the anger becoming a grounding force as harsh actions like breaking through stone allow her to move past places where she would otherwise find herself stuck. The application of real world advice and aids is an important part of Gris, with the need for patience, balance, seeing the bigger picture, and trusting yourself to jump even if you can't yet see where you'll land.

More importantly though, as the game progresses, you restore colour to the world. As Gris reconnects with each emotion, no matter how terrible, colour returns, moving away from the empty wasteland of grey to eventually fill the world with all the colours. The beauty of watercolour skies and painted backdrops are directly relevant to the storyline, with the restoration of each colour allowing you to directly connect with different elements of the world (water, nature etc.) 

However, what I did find quite unusual about Gris, was the lack of fighting, or the ability to die. There is no game over. If you fall, you are just set back. You have to climb up again, yes, but you don’t die. Because this is a journey through the mind, Gris does not fall and break. In fact, falling plays an important role in the story, with the opening credits having her fall through the endless sky. This is, I think, one thing that makes the game feel very close to real life. You can be set back, you can fall, time and time again, but the fall is never what kills you; giving up is. You can give up on Gris, become frustrated that you can’t find your way back up, and leave. But the game always gives you the option to just get up and give it another go, right from where you fell. 

Even the game’s “boss” is not a traditional battle. On your first encounter, you run away. I mean, of course you do. The big, inky black crow is an obvious symbol of the trauma, and that’s what anyone would try to do - escape. Your battle is merely pushing him back while you try to get away, get further into the sky. Eventually though, you do face him. But it’s not by punching through him or shattering him into a million pieces. No, instead we watch, as Gris comes to terms with the creature. There are parts where we just watch, watch the beautiful scenery rush by during a chase, watch the story piece itself together without our input.

The game is also paced very well, the mystery of what happened gradually revealed as you walk time and time again through one particular place, yet notice how it changes each time, and how with your new experience and abilities you gain access to paths previously out of reach.

It is in these parts where I wonder if Gris would have worked as something other than a game. And the answer is, in my opinion, probably yes. Gris is an art piece, more than anything else. Game or not, it still would have been a beautiful one. And yet, I think the videogame part is what made it so effective. It captures us, fully, in its world, its stakes becoming our own. We feel grounded by the block the same way Gris does, it's weight allowing us to keep moving. We feel the same frustration she must every time we fall down, every time we have to try again. And I think it’s because of this that during my playthrough, it felt more as if I was immersed in a piece of art than playing a game. 

Gris is, of course, not the only game to do this, but it is a stunning example. Despite the simple premise, the experience it gives the player is very meaningful, because it isn’t trying to be anything more complicated than what it is. It tells you a story, shows you the art of beautiful, abstract worlds. But it also takes you into that, wrapping you in music and evoking emotions that we have all felt before, reminding us of our own experiences and relating to us in a way that feels more on the level of a movie than a videogame.

I think that it’s amazing to see the medium of games used in this way, and it really shows that the industry will always be one full of innovators. I really do hope that in the future artists will be able to show us their work in this way more.

#gris #gris game #analysis #videogame analysis #nomadadigital #nomada studio #also sorry the gifs aren't great quality #i had to do them myself #and i forgot how difficult it is to edit anything on tumblr #wouldn't let me have the pictures where i wanted AND a cut apparently that was too much

[vinjaryou]

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for most if not all of your OG FFVII story material? Explain your choices if you want! (Also, I'm personally curious as to how your music choice may differ between AUs, if it does. See if the characters may have different "theme music" depending on the AU and how it plays - all pun intended - into who they are.) 💕

Questions for Fic Writers Meme

Oh good lord, this might be a lengthy, link-filled ramble, please settle in and don't mind the abundance of '80s music *cracks knuckles* Once again, putting under a cut to save everyone's dashes!!

I have certain songs for scenarios I have planned/written, if that makes sense. For the general more canon goings-on, I tend to harken to the game's soundtracks - for example, if I'm writing Aerith and Reilena walking home from the Sector 5 train station, I'll have Hollow Skies playing to get me in the mindset, with it flowing into a soft variation of Aerith's Theme, or if it's a scene set in the 7th Heaven, then it's a mix of Tifa's Theme melding into general bar ambience.

And then there's times in which the song and the scenario just. make. sense. to me. Like... this specific version of The Nightmare Begins is what I'm using for when I write his and Reilena's confessions to each other, before they sleep together for the first time. Does that make sense? In general, probably not!, because it's sad as hell and this song legit made me sob the first time I heard it on its own and not in the background of a Machinabridged episode. It still does at times, because it's so gorgeous and tragic (and I am biased, for this is Vincent we're talking about, lol).

BUT. Listening to it again, I can see them both sitting together quietly in the flowers at Sector 5, Meteor still overhead, with her softly telling her life's story to him, and the first swell is when she confesses; when the song restarts in a sense, I see him trying to gather his thoughts while responding to her as best he can, because he knows how he feels, but he still can't SAY it, and when the music swells again, that's when he murmurs her name, and when she looks over, he leans in and kisses her, letting that speak for him; she returns the kiss, they deepen it, with them leaning into each other, holding each other, and the song ends as they part and she asks him in a whisper if he'll stay the night with her.

SO THERE'S THAT, TOO. It's very vivid in my mind, and it fits for me.

Another song for them - well, for Vincent in particular, when he's trying to figure out his feelings for Reilena - is Whitesnake's Is This Love. I even used it as a title for one of the pieces I wrote... dealing with this very thing, lol.

(Still of the Night is another Whitesnake song that makes me think of them, but this is when they're having a spicier, more Chaotic time~)

You might have seen my mini-ramble on the bird app about a feral Aerith telling a summon to tear a monster to shreds for hurting her friends? In This Moment's Big Bad Wolf is what gave me that imagery, and it's also a song I'm using as the backdrop for a miniseries I'd like to write of each member of the VII family going absolutely feral at some point during battle (if you click the link, there's a lot of flickering in the music video, so just listen to the song if that's better for you).

And then there's another miniseries I'd like to write titled "Good Night," and it would be about five (maybe six; five for certain) parts, each involving Vincent with someone, with the arc words in each piece being "good night," and just how good of a night it is... varies a lot (I'm sorry Vincent, I love you, I promise the final part is Very Good to you). Each piece has its own soundtrack, and fingers crossed I can get it started soon, as I have it outlined already, with each piece and song decided:

Part 1 is Come Undone, by Duran Duran. Part 2 is I Can't Make You Love Me, by Bonnie Raitt. Part 3 is both MONSTERS by Shinedown, and Mein Teil by Rammstein. Part 4 is Close My Eyes Forever by Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne. Part 5 is both Is This Love, and Listen to Your Heart by Roxette.

...I don't think I answered this correctly, as I kinda just went on a ramble about music and writing and hi. Let me know if there's specifics you'd like, and I'll answer them as best as I can... and try not to ramble too much! ♥

(I really need to sit and make an ACTUAL playlist for my writings and the AUs, yeesh)

#asheanon #thanks for the ask! #as i notice you asked about songs differing for AUs and yes they do i forgot to ramble about that here i'm so sorry! #i hope this was entertaining though and that it made an iota of sense somehow ♥ #t h e m #vinrei