#yup this is based on that one painting from the game

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A curious kid

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Hi!! I really liked your “Teamwork” piece could you write something else with Miles and how he is in that one? Like them going on a date-ish type thing or maybe just hanging out more in school, the counselors office thing was really cute. Every other fic I see paints him as this hard ass street type but him being nervous about things was refreshing to see!

Hey there, I'm really glad you enjoyed the series this much! I think we should all let hood boys be nervous and a bit weird :) Thanks for requesting!

date night with miles g !

Miles tapped his pen to his chin as he sat at his desk, staring down a little pad of sticky notes. 

At the top of one of them, the words ‘Conversation Topics’ were written in neat print, followed by a series of bullet points detailing just that. He had decided that school talk was off-limits, but favorite shows were fair game. Music, of course, was a no-brainer.

Before he could come up with a third topic, a knock at the door interrupted his train of thought.

“Yes?” he called out. The door opened to reveal his mother Rio’s face, wearing a cheeky grin.

“Tu novia está aquí,” she said with a playful movement of her shoulders. “Don’t keep her waiting.”

She held back a laugh at the way Miles shot up from his swivel chair, shoving the sticky notes into the pocket of his leather jacket. 

“See you later, mami,” he said once Rio opened the door wider to let him out, and he ducked underneath her arm. 

“Remember, 9pm. Claro?”

“Claro!” 

You squinted as the evening autumn breeze swept over your face. Massively underestimating how much leeway seventy-five degrees would give you, you had only gone out in a light blouse.

“Hey, Miles!” you called out from the open front door. You saw him padding down the stairs in his socks before stopping at the base. He beamed as soon as he spotted you.

“Hey! Just gimme a second,” he replied as he slipped on the pair of black and white Jordans he was holding and jogged up to you. 

Miles looked down at your sneakers and whistled at their pristine, almost blue-white tone. It didn’t hurt that you were wearing the exact same pair.

“Nice kicks.”

You looked down at his feet and laughed, “They must be if you’re stealing them out my closet.”

“Aight,” Miles said as he hopped down one step. “You ready to bou–”

“Aht-aht!” you interrupted, tugging on the collar of his jacket to stop him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Miles pouted in confusion, which melted into a frown when the realization hit him. “We just goin’ out to eat! The food is gonna be right in front of my face!”

He knew that he was about to fight a losing battle when you crossed your arms. With a dramatic groan, he spun around and climbed back up the steps to go inside.

“Tienes suerte de que eres lindo,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

After a few moments, Miles was back with the case containing his glasses in-hand and a small black crossbody bag to keep them in. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? They’re right here,” he held it up for emphasis.

“Miles, we’re not leaving until they’re on your face.”

“Wooow.”

“I’m not kidding!” You laughed. 

He opened the case and put the notorious green spectacles on with a huff, earning him a peck on the cheek.

“Alright, can we go now?”

“Yup.”

You gently took his hand and began tugging him along towards the nearest subway station.

“Where’s your jacket?” Miles asked, slowing you down to a stop. 

“Look, I thought it was gonna be hot out. I’ll survive, I promise.”

Not even a moment after you had spoken, Miles was already in the process of removing his jacket. It was now your turn to groan.

“Come on now, you saw this coming,” he said with a triumphant grin as he draped the jacket over your shoulders. “No need to thank me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman.”

-

You thanked the server as she set down two plates of crab cakes in front of you.

“Whatchu wanna order for dessert?” you asked Miles, who still had his nose in the large menu with his brows furrowed. He looked up.

“Not a damn clue. I’ll get what you get as long as my card don’t max out.”

“Hm,” you turned to the dessert section of your own menu. “They got peach cobbler, how ‘bout it?”

Miles made a face at the suggestion, and your jaw dropped. “You don’t like peach cobbler?!?”

He shrugged. “Not a fan.”

“Well, okay, what about apple pie?”

“Nope.”

“Blueberry pie?”

“Nah.”

“Pumpkin pie?”

“Nuh-uh.”

You leaned back into your seat, thoroughly shocked and offended. “Fuck you mean ‘nuh-uh’?”

“Fruit just shouldn’t be hot,” Miles explained casually, “And Ion like the texture.”

You sighed, “Chocolate cake it is, then.”

He winced. “See, about that–”

Before Miles could cause you any further distress, he was interrupted by the server returning with the main entrees. You both said your thanks at the same time, each taking your respective plate.

"Anything for dessert?" The woman asked, notepad at the ready.

You gave Miles the side-eye before answering, "A bowl of ice cream, please."

"Same here."

The woman nodded and took note before leaving your booth.

“So, what foods do you like?” you asked, leaning forward again. “Other than the alfredo, obviously.”

Miles paused, looking genuinely deep in thought before replying. 

“Arroz con gandules,” he counted on his fingers, “Platanos, of course, mac and cheese, and uh…” 

He trailed off for a bit, having run out of meals to list off. “Other…stuff.”

You snorted, “Don’t push yourself too hard, now. I take it you’re a picky eater, then?”

Miles grinned bashfully. “I guess you could say that. You?”

“Nah, I’ll eat anything for real. Long as it fills my stomach.”

“Explains why you like eating baked fruit,” he quipped.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I have taste.”

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Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Chapter 4: The Bag - 3k words

TW: Quirk discrimination, sexual harassment, AFO is a grade A enabler but a terrible parent, Tomura does not appear in this chapter

"Honey? Are you feeling all right?"

Your head snapped up, eyes focusing in on the slender fingers waving in front of you.

Nyanko pursed her lips and pulled her hand away. "Girl, you've been anywhere but here," she teased.

"Oh," you murmured, shoving aside your hoodie to dig to the bottom of your bag. "Sorry. Spaced out for a minute."

She hummed, teasing the tufted tip of her left ear into an artful point. When you pulled out the designer gloss oil, she sneered. "Hero-boy coming tonight?"

"Every Wednesday after his shift, " you declared matter-of-factly before popping your lips. "He's very punctual."

"...after his shift?" She cocked her head. "Wait, weren't you out on a paid date?"

"Yup." You coaxed your eyelashes out of their clump before smoothing your hair.

She narrowed her eyes. "So why didn’t you drag the date guy back here to drink his wallet dry? It's kinda the whole dang point."

"Crusty boy," you explained.

"Oh." A catty grin broke on her face. "Decided you were no good too, huh?"

"I did my best to ensure it." You tossed your bag into your locker and headed for the door.

Nyanko raised a painted brow. "Wait, was he actually into you?"

You paused, a small smile playing on your lips. “Hopefully not."

Before she could ask any more questions, you slipped out into the hall. Spike heels clicked down the tile floor. From the main bar room, Usagi's fake giggles put your teeth on edge.

"Oh, Tano-san! You're so funny!"

Behind his back, she mouthed 'kill me'.

You flashed her a quick salute before dipping behind an ornate vase. Burning eyes drifted shut as you massaged the man-sized headache building in your temples.

"Think manic pixie dream girl, think manic pixie dream girl," you chanted to yourself.

Inside your head, a war raged. On one side, images of every genki girl-next-door that ever graced a video game cried out in voices that never tired, never worried, and certainly never nagged. On the other side, an exhausted, clinically depressed spinster snuggled into her oversized kigurumi and sipped her fourth cup of coffee. You willed the flood of powder pink passion to consume her in waves of giggling happiness. As their over exuberant perfection swallowed her whole, her only reply was "this is exhausting".

You flexed your smile a few times, shooting for cute and attentive over forced and creepy. Your mouth felt weighted tonight, as if each stretch of the cheek took twice as much effort. Muscle memory refused to cooperate. No matter how you tried, it screamed insincere.

“No, what I don’t like is… this. Whatever this is.”

You slapped your cheeks and shook off the memory like a dog shaking off mud. “He’s just a weirdo,” you muttered. “Stick to the routine and get that rent money.”

The door chimed. You glanced at the clock behind the bar. 9:30 PM on the dot. 

Hiking up the front of your tight, white dress, you hoisted the girls front and center. Electric charm sparkled from your smile as you bounced around the corner. 

“Oshida-san!” you squealed, tackle-hugging his thick, muscular arm. You nuzzled your cheek into his silk shirt while giggling. “Welcome home!”

The tall, dark brunette patted your head. “I’m home, Honey-chan,” he answered with a glittering grin.

Towering over the average Japanese man at 190 cm, Oshida Hideki, also known as Buster Man, looked like a king among peons. While not high in the hero rankings due to a low arrest rate, his cut, lean muscles put him front and center on every designer boxer-brief modeling campaign since he hit the market a half decade ago. Add a chiseled jawline dubbed “the most ideal miso face since Watanabe Ken” and his pet pack of three ribbon wrapped Papillons, it wasn’t hard to see why he topped the “wholesome heroes who can get you pregnant with one look” list for the past five years.

You wondered if his fan club would still find him “wholesome” after they heard that little line about cum in the lip color.

“Come on, come on!” You tugged his arm, pretending to drag him along to the bar. “Tell me some fun stories tonight, okay?”

Oshida-san allowed himself to be swept along by your excitement. “Fun stories, huh? Aw… Don’t tell me my little Honey Bunny is feeling down?”

You pouted. “Of course I’m down! I had to wait a whole week to see you!”

He chuckled, flopping onto the leather seat. “Guess I should come more often, huh?”

“Yay!” you cheered. With an exaggerated bounce, you hopped into the seat beside him. Then, touching your lips with your finger, you pressed an indirect kiss to his nose. “But don’t stress yourself out to do it, okay Oshida-san?” Big, round eyes stared up at him. “You work so many hours already...”

With a weary smile, he laid his head back on the top of the booth and patted your head again. “You’re very sweet.”

You giggled. “My name is Honey after all!”

All at once, his voice pitched into a hard grumble. “Are you ever going to tell me your real name?”

Sure! Right around the time you decide being stalked by a horny client was both romantic and desirable.

“Aw…” you teased, kicking your legs like a child. “...but I want the guy I like to call me something cute and Honey is a super cute name.”

He frowned before tossing his shoulders to throw you off. “Where’s the beer menu?”

Great. And now pushy-mc-grumpy-pants is gonna buy beer over champagne just because you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You’d think that someone who wears a mask in all his photoshoots would appreciate keeping a secret identity secret. 

With a smile more plastic than a Licca doll, you opened up the menu and flipped to the craft beers section. You tapped a white ale with a patchwork cat on the label. “Since it’s a Wednesday, I’d recommend Suiyobi no Neko! The mild citrus aftertaste is supposed to be good for the mid-week hump.”

He smirked. “Did you just pick it because the label is cute?”

…no, you picked it because Mama-san is offering an extra 10% bonus on it for the next month since it costs 1.5x what a basic Sappro does.

You stuck out your tongue and thunked your own head with a playful fist. “Got me!”

“You’re so silly, Honey-chan.” He chuckled. “You never think too much do you? Must be nice.”

Your fur bristled. “I’ll order those drinks then!” 

As you started to rise, he caught your wrist. You turned. On his face was a perverse smile, one he never showed to the cameras. A husky voice purred at you from below the come hither stare. “You’re wearing my lipstick, Honey-chan.”

Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights. Great.

He loosed your hand and gave your tail a fast squeeze. “Go on, bunny girl. Hop to it.”

As soon as you turned your back, a cloud of loathing fogged your expression. You flagged the waiter for the drinks before schooling your face into an empty headed smile. By the time you settled back at Oshida’s side, any lingering irritation lay buried below a professional’s mask.

“Neh, neh, Oshida-san,” you prodded his meaty arm. “Tell me about your week? I always love hearing your stories.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, last Friday was a bit exhausting.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“Some kid got lost and we spent several hours hunting for him.” He sighed again, this time even more dramatic than the last. “Turns out he was just playing around, hiding under his bed. The parents swore they checked there, but clearly they did not. It was stupid.”

…oh no. He was inconvenienced by a kid being a kid. Better call the fun police.

“Wow, that sounds rough,” you agreed. “You put in all that effort too…”

“I know!” Another sigh. “Such a waste. I should have been patrolling the city.”

What he meant was “showing off for the ladies”. After all, peacocking in spandex while adoring fans swarmed him was clearly sexier than chasings kids with dust bunny energy.

“You know—" you touched his shoulder "—I think that the fact you worked that hard just for one little boy's sake is amazing. You're so kind."

He paused mid-rant and smiled at you. "Sometimes, I think you're the only one that appreciates me." He tapped your nose. “My sweet Honey…”

You giggled to hide the grimace.

The waiter set an oversized, weeping bottle of white ale beside your elbow along with two tall glasses. You tilted the glass and poured the beer to a frothy head. Oshida took his drink and gulped down half of it in one blast.

“Go Oshida-san! Go!” you cheered.

“Heh,” he grinned, wiping his full lips. “Like that do you?”

“Super manly,” you cooed, snuggling into his shoulder. Then, you took a delicate sip of your own. “I dunno that I can keep up.”

He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. Wafting from below the slim-fit Hugo Boss suit, two sprays too much of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue clocked you across the nose with “fresh, colorful, citrus and bamboo”. It did little to hide the pungent smell of “stale, muddy, sweat and locker room” that a simple shower could have fixed.

“That’s okay, babe, I’m not into those girls that drink like fish and swear like sailors. I like you for who you are.” His fingers walked up your bare thigh. “You know. A real lady.”

Oh? He likes you for who you really are, huh? Bet this cunt wouldn’t say that if he watched you pound your fifth sake bomb.

“I want the girl from the alley.”

As the raspy voice replayed in your ears, you shivered.

"Cold?"

No, but you nodded anyway..

Oshida shrugged off his sport coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You sneezed and smiled through watery eyes.

"You're kind, Oshida-san."

Brown eyes locked on your lips. His cheeks flushed from the beer, he leaned in. "I wanna taste that lipstick I bought you."

With a strained laugh, you twisted out of his hold. "No! Bad boy!"

"Aw…" he whined, trying to pull you back in. "I could be real good to you though, if you'd let me."

Not this again. 

You gulped, glancing away. "Oshida-san… Your fans would freak out if someone like me was your girlfriend." 

"So? I don't care about that."

Of course he didn't care. He wasn't going to get harassed by rabid, ugly-jealous housewives for being "the whoring slut" that took their fantasy husbando! 

"Honey-chan, I love you."

Ugggghhhhhhhhhh…

"A nice girl like you shouldn't be working in a place like this."

You wouldn’t have to if the Nice Guys™ who interviewed you spent more time staring at your resume than at your tits.

He thumbed his broad chest and beamed proudly. “So, why don’t you let a real hero save you from all this?”

Wow… he said that with a straight face and everything. 

With a forlorn smile, you shook your head. “I owe Mama-san so much for hiring me despite my inexperience. Until I can repay her generosity, it wouldn’t be right to just abandon her. She’s basically my family, you know.”

Oshida wrinkled his nose. With a huff, he slammed back the last of his beer. You tried to refill his glass, but he clamped his hand over the top. “You could be a little more grateful when a man buys you something nice,” he snarled at you. 

Seriously?! This guy actually thought a 3,000 yen lip stain was such a great gift that you would risk your job to give him a gratitude bang!? Pochi-chan’s simp brought her a diamond encrusted Rolex last week just for the chance to touch her wrist. 

“Oshida-san…” You tugged at his silken shirt sleeve, letting your burning eyes well with crocodile tears. It wasn’t hard. His jacket reeked. “Please…”

Please stay and spend more money because rent is due next week.

One look at your quivering lip and he collapsed back into his seat. “Oh Honey-chan. I just get so frustrated because I know I can give you a better life.”

Ma’am! Enemy troops are playing the “I’m only angry because I love you” card.

Quickly, deploy countermeasures!

“Thank you for worrying about me, Oshida-san.” Smiling through the painful lie, you dabbed your tears with one finger. “Someday, I hope things will be different.”

Namely, that he can learn to be content with the client-professional relationship he pays you to have.

“So—” you poked him in the chest “—can I hear more stories now?”

“Anything you want.” He lifted his glass. “Fill a guy up, would ya babe?”

Biting your tongue, you poured the thirsty man another drink.

The three hours after you helped Oshida’s drunk, handsy self into the back of a cab passed by in a blur. After the less-than-heroic departure, Mama-san paired you with a short, balding ophthalmologist who owned a pet rabbit as a child and, apparently, had never maintained a meaningful relationship since. He spent most of the evening asking your opinions on birthday presents for his estranged thirteen year old daughter. It took exactly three pictures from her social media to notice her obsession with cute manicures. By closing time, your client was armed with a full analysis of his daughter’s favorite colors, what shades of polish would pass the “my school is run by prudes'' test, and which couture brands were worth the money (Dior Vernis - always a classic) and which were not (Louboutin’s packaging is too hard to control). Even champagne bubbles could barely lift the worry weighing him down.

“So, where is the closest location again?” he asked with a hiccup.

“Ginza,” you answered with a glittering smile. 

Flushed to the tips of his ears, he pressed his greasy head into his shaking hands. “W-what if I pick wrong?”

“That’s why we’re leaving the box half full, silly,” you reminded him. “When she notices there are three more spots left in the carrying case, you tell her that you wanted to take her to the store so she can pick the rest out herself.”

“Can’t you just choose them out for me, Honey-chan?” he begged. “We could make it a paid date! You can pick some out for yourself too!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You tutted with a playful tap to the tip of his nose. “Papa-san needs to sweat a little over the gift or it's not sincere. ❤”

“You’re right,” he sighed and hung his head.

With a giggle, you patted him on the back. “It’s hard to have a good relationship with your kids when you live so far away. The key is that the money is used to buy the experience with you, not her affection. That, you have to earn by showing her you are paying attention to things she likes, even if you live apart. Understand?”

He nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He paused in the entrance to pump his fist. “I’ll do my best, Honey-Sensei.”

“Fight on, Papa-san!” you cheered.

As soon as the glass door slipped shut, Mama-san snapped the deadbolt into place. Sooty lashes and a knowing stare peaked over the edge of her black, lace fan. “Very energetic, for two in the morning.”

“Tell me about it,” you groaned, slumping against the countertop. “He drank two high balls and an entire bottle of champagne by himself! That man’s liver must be pickled!”

Mama-san’s eyes narrowed. It was the closest she came to smiling. “We need to talk. Follow me.”

The round, sweeping train of Mama-san’s emerald green mermaid gown snaked back and forth across the pale tile as she led you to her small, corner office. By the time she’d ushered you inside, you were sweating bullets. She reached below her desk. Rows of sequins winked from her long, lace sleeves. Without a word, she placed a fiery orange box tied with elegant brown ribbon in your hands. Just beside the tiny caricature of a handsome horse cart were two words: “Hermès - Paris”.

Your jaw dropped. “Huh?!”

She held out a small red trimmed envelope crafted from elegant ivory linen. Scrawling calligraphy read: “For Honey Bunny”. Shaking hands peeled it open.

Thank you for your attention to my protégé this afternoon. It has been a long time since I have seen him so animated. Please accept this small token as compensation for any social skills he is yet lacking. I do hope you will continue educating him in the future.

You raised an eyebrow. “There’s no name on this card?”

She set her fan down before draping herself across her dark, wingback chair. “Can you not guess?”

“May I open it?”

She waved her permission before folding her hands under her chin.

The brown bow slipped loose. You lifted the lid. Inside, creamy tissue paper lay neatly folded over a bulky, beige dust bag emblazoned with the horse drawn carriage and the letter H. You tugged open the draw strings, only to find a rectangular leather tote in a shade of dark grey-brown with white top stitching and palladium hardware. As you pulled it out, a small card holder flopped onto the desk. Mama-san picked it up and inspected the contents.

“Interesting.”

“What is it?”

She held it out to you. “The bill of sale. It’s from this evening.”

“So?”

Long, golden talons tapped the desk. “Birkin 35s are in high demand and Etoupe is a popular neutral. They are almost always out of stock.” She snorted. “Though apparently, not for him.”

“Shigaraki-san’s mentor?”

She nodded, passing you the receipt. “I bought myself the Noir version to celebrate opening this club. The consignment store in Ginza found a thirteen year old model for me. It was a good deal at 2,000,000 yen.”

Hands shaking, you lowered the purse back into the box like your very breath might tear it to pieces. “I-I can’t accept this!” you protested.

“Do not be ungrateful to our patron. It reflects poorly on the club,” Mama-san stated. “Also, I would not recommend reselling it. He will find out.”

You gulped.

“I will email you the website for the organizer I use.” Mama-san slipped to her feet, lifting the black enamel phone on the corner of her desk. “However, a drunk woman should not walk home alone at night with that box. You’ll be taking a cab with my compliments on a job well done.”

Despite going drink-for-drink with two men for the past five hours, you found yourself entirely sober.

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Yup. I did it y'all. I. Don't know what possessed me either. Enjoy <3

Scam Actually/Jodie Foster, 1.8k.

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Scam’s actions usually didn’t come with consequences.

Customarily, Scam would enter a situation with the stirring seed of a not-quite plan and a devious penchant for ‘yes and’-ing his way into hilarity. He’d apply beautiful chaos and discord like a master painter brought strokes of paint to a canvas, then take a deep bow and make his grandiose exit. Such were the daily thrills in the life of a scammer!

Today… was a little different.

It was really the exit strategy where things had gone awry. The jape he had pulled was magnificent as always; he’d infiltrated a bunch of infernal cultists and convinced them that hell was truly only a state of mind, and that they instead should start worshiping the divine embodiment of pasta carbonara.

It had all been fun and games, until their leader had returned to their base and caught them chanting in tongues around a bowl of uncooked spaghetti.

Shenanigans ensued, all of which resulted in the current situation Scam found himself in. His wrists were chained to a tasteless stone slab with magical manacles that prevented him from poofing away. According to the chatter he had picked up, he was to be some kind of offering to please the god they planned on summoning in the hope to gain power and get their core beliefs reaffirmed.

Scented candles were spread in a ritual circle a few feet away from him, which the cultists stood around as they sang an ancient song of power and hellfire, their voices reverberating throughout the dark cave-like base. They all had their hoods pulled up as they passed a golden dagger around, cutting into their hands and letting the blood drip onto the floor, between the lines drawn on the floor.

“Ugh,” Scam rolled his eyes. “You know the spells Gate and Summon Greater Demon only take one action, right? All this atmospheric chanting and palm-slicing has no point whatsoever.”

“SILENCE!” the leader bellowed. He pointed the knife at Scam, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Be elated, you feeble trickster, for you shall soon be consumed by a power greater than the gods themselves. Prepare to face the greatest might of them all!” He turned away from Scam and read the words from the spell scroll in his other hand. “Daemonium inferni, primone aspectu in amore tu credis, aut iterumne experiri debeo!”

With those words, the world flashed red. A pillar of flame erupted in the circle, the fire whirling around like a tornado.

The cultists all prostrated themselves on the floor, screaming with joy and fear. Scam cursed loudly, because some of the sparks landed on his fedora.

Finally, the fire died down and the smoke cleared. The outline of an inhuman figure came into view – large and muscled, with wings of a bat and a jaw that could cut glass. Dark hair and eyes like charcoal. Scam got very hot all of a sudden, and it wasn’t because the temperature in the room was about the same as an average day in hell.

Then he recognized that face.

“Oh! Oh!” Scam exclaimed. “I know him! Hi!!!”

The figure slowly turned his gaze from the quaking cultists to the chained-up chaos bringer. The hardened look immediately turned into full bewilderment as their eyes met.

 Scam tried to wiggle up into a standing position, which only half worked. He managed to give a little wave from behind his back. “Jodie Foster, as I live and breathe! It’s me, your old pal! My, my, my, you have had quite the glow-up. Look at you! All r-r-ripped and chiseled.”

A frown settled on his hellish visage. “Scam Likely? What are you doing here?” It was the same slightly high-pitched voice that he had before – seemed like some things stayed the same, after all.

“Scam Actually, actually!”

“What?” he asked, then rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Oh my gosh, I so don’t want to deal with this right now.”

“Rough morning?”

“You have no clue,” he chuckled, and shook his horned head.

Scam shimmied his shoulder in what he hoped came across as a helpless gesture, like a baby animal trying to gain the attention of a parent. “Hey, before you go, can you do me a real solid and get these pesky little chains off me? They’re really chafing my wrists, and my skin is really sensitive in that spot. I’d truly appreciate it.”

Jodie crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow. “Why should I help you? Last time I saw you, you caused that whole switcheroo thing and portalled away. For all I know, this is another one of your pranks.”

“Ah, yes,” Scam sighed wistfully, feeling the sweet pang of nostalgia. “How I do miss those days. Life was so much more fun while you courageous dads were roaming these lands, looking for your missing sons.” He gave his sweetest smile, which literally reached from one ear to the other. It was quite grotesque, or so people told him. “But not this time! No tricks, no japes, no nothing. Just scammed a little too close to the sun, that’s all.”

One of the cultists scraped his throat. “So, er– are you gonna kill him? Do you want our souls? What’s– what’s happening over here?”

“Oh. Yes. You’re also here.” Jodie turned to the cultists and visibly had to keep himself from sighing with exhaustion. “So. What is it you want?”

The tallest guy immediately leveled his forehead with the floor once more. “Oh almighty King of the Nine Hells, killer of Asmodeus, elevated firstborn son of the wrathful Snider, glorious bringer of hellfire and ash–”

Scam rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, these guys are some serious bootlickers.”

Jodie scoffed. “Tell me about it.” He waved his hand in an impatient gesture. “Alright, I got it, I’m awesome as fuck. Can we skip to the end, please?”

“Of course, Lord,” the leader stammered. “We would, ah–” He hesitantly glanced over his shoulder at the other cultists. “We’d like power. Right guys?”

A chorus of muttered agreements rose up behind him. “Yeah, I like power,” one of them mumbled, just a bit louder than the rest.

Jodie hissed through his teeth and steepled his fingers. “Listen, it’s not that I got places to be, but I just… this is not really my scene. It was kinda rude to just pull me here, did not appreciate that. Like my good friend Henry would say, consent matters, guys. So… I’m not going to do that.”

Again, the cultists started murmuring amongst themselves, this time with worry. The leader raised his head slightly. “Is– Is the sacrifice not sufficient? We could bring you more blood, if you’d like! Virgins, children, you name it. Whatever you want, my Lord.”

Jodie grimaced. “Ew.” He shot Scam a disturbed look, which Scam answered with his ‘get-a-load-of-this-guy-amirite”-face. “Gross. Well. Now I kinda don’t wanna let you live either. Thought I was gonna do that before, but now… Eh, fuck it.”

He snapped his fingers, and countless bolts of fire zipped through the air with furious rage. Twenty seconds of agonized screaming later, and Scam and Jodie were the only non-burning corpses left in the chamber.

Scam considered it another win in Scam Actually’s book that Jodie had chosen to spare him. Yay him!

“Wow-ie.” Scam whistled in appreciation, then preened when Jodie approached him and effortlessly broke his manacles as though they were made of twigs. “They totally thought you were going to make them immortal and you killed them instead! That was sorta like…” he trailed off, his mouth falling slightly ajar. “A scam,” he finished with reverence. He brought his hand to his mouth to close it, and noticed that his fingers were trembling.

Jodie tilted his head and made a questioning noise. “I don’t really think it was?”

“It definitely was!” he exclaimed and clapped in delight.

Jodie rolled his eyes with what Scam hoped was fondness. “Listen, Scam Actually, it was great catching up with you. But, ah, I gotta go back to hell. I’ve got all this paperwork, and there’s souls to damn, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

Scam’s head swirled around. “But breakfast’s the most important meal of the day!”  he said, appalled. “There’s this great brunch place in Waterdeep. You have got to try it, their croissant rolls are absolutely to die for. Know what? I’ll take you there! We can do some good ol’ catching up – oh, I could tell you about the time I pretended to be a ghost living in a merchant’s mansion for almost three full weeks!”

Jodie laughed and shook his head no. “Thanks, but I’ll just make a sandwich at home.”

Scam planted his hands at his side and clacked his tongue impatiently. “You may or may not have saved my life! The least I could do is buy you breakfast.”

“Let’s… not.” He scratched his head, not meeting Scam’s eyes. “We’ll just make this an IOU, ‘kay? If I need your aid, you help me. That sounds good?”

Scam crossed his arms and staunchly shook his head, chin raised high. “No, no, no, I wanna be Even Stevens with you. No more favors from good ol’ Scam Actually over here. I’m done with those.” Besides, he now had the sneaky sneaky ulterior motive of getting to know the new version of this handsome handsome man over a delicious set of sandwiches. That sounded like the perfect way to spend the rest of the morning.

The archfiend still looked hesitant, so Scam pulled out the biggest weapon in his arsenal: his eye-searing cuteness. With a tilt of the head and a little pout of the lips, Scam looked up at Jodie and said in his sweetest voice: “Pwease?”

“Ugh. Never do that again,” Jodie winced. Then his stomach rumbled, betraying him. He sighed in defeat, seemingly accepting the path the fates had spun for him.

“Sure, why not. Brunch sounds great. You’re paying?”

“Why, yes of course!” Scam lied cheerfully.

“Right. Stupid question.”

Scam was almost skipping as he walked next to Jodie, enjoying the way he smelled like a building that had just burned down with the people still in it. “Is this truly so bad?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Jodie’s left bicep and giving it a strong squeeze.

Jodie’s puppy-like confusion returned but with it came a soft smile – the kind that made his dark eyes seem to come alive with twinkling motes of light. He huffed through his nose in amusement, then gave a short chuckle as he let himself be guided out of the cultists’ base by Scam. “I suppose not,” he said, resigned and amused all at once.

Scam could not stop smiling.

#i have no excuse #dndads #dungeons and daddies #scammer #scodie #japefire #i dont even know what were calling them #scam likely #scam actually #jodie foster dndads #scam/jodie #calamity's writing

[arabian-bloodstream]

Yup,  I'm touching upon Nettles again because of a lovely conversation I had with @darklinaforever​ that made me realize something and I was like WHOAH!

First of all, I want to touch upon something that I have beat upon several times. Fire & Blood is not meant to be taken as fact. Period. Anyone who is reading those tales as the sacred truth is, well, wrong. And that is simply the end of it. We are literally told that they are a biased account written by an archmaester ONE HUNDRED YEARS AFTER THE FACT. And his writings are based on various journals that are biased first-, second-, and third-hand accounts of the events that took place. And many, many, heck, the vast, vast majority of those accounts were written by those who held no love for Rhaenyra because of her gender because gasp! a woman on the Iron Throne! EGADS! So, anything that was said in one account that was taken as "well, such and such was the relationship between so and so" and then repeated often enough was going to make its rounds in journals of the time. And then picked up in future accounting of that era.

Which brings us to Daemon and Nettles. I'm gonna break a few things down first.

1. Does Nettles sound like an awesomely awesome character? Yes. She totally does. Girl is in her late teens, a lowborn bastard with little manners and education, who is one of only four people in all of Westeros who is able to tame a freaking dragon! And Daemon, who likes very few people, cottons to her. He thinks she's great company. She reminds him most likely of a young Rhaenyra, and of his fiery Baela. During the war, it's the two of them that go out on scouting missions together. She's also fiercely loyal to the Blacks. Like fiercely, crazy loyal to them. (Which makes the poisoning of Rhaenyra against her so painful. :sniff, sniff:) Nettles is fucking badass. I can't wait to meet her.

2. Going back to my introductory paragraph. Yes, there are about four or so "sources" that intimate that Daemon and Nettles were lovers. However, I again refer to the fact that the vast majority of accounts were biased against Rhaenyra and wanted to paint her negatively. And if supposedly "legitimate" sources such as Septon Eustace of Aegon II's court, and Mushroom, of Rhaenyra's court claimed that Nettles was Daemon's lover, well, then surely such was the case.

Never mind that Eustace was all in for Aegon and fairly blatantly anti-Rhaenyra. Oh, and never mind that Mushroom never met a story that he couldn’t sex up and add salaciousness all over it until it dripped with horniness from every corner.

Added to those “legitimate” sources, Nettles flew with Daemon on their dragons, and he gave her gifts (more on that later). Surely, surely it must be true. And so other accounts followed suit. After all, when one hears something repeated again and again, it makes its way 'round. However, my Daemyra fam, it doesn't make it true, it just makes it a tale told often enough that it becomes believed to be true. Especially when it's a juicy one.

3. I mentioned this in my first post about Nettles, but it bears repeating again. Yes, there is a servants' account that Daemon and Nettles bathed together. However, those accounts are given right alongside the maester's that Daemon treated Nettles like a daughter, and they are not transcribed in a salacious way. (I.e., not told by Mushroom.) And this makes sense for the time period. Recall Game of Thrones, season 03, episode 6: "Kissed By Fire." Jaime and Brienne bathed together; there was nothing salacious about that. They were simply two people who needed to be cleaned up and so they were sent to the bathing chamber to do so. It wasn't sexual at all. Also, think of the difficult task of bathing in that day and age. Bringing the tub up, heating the water, bringing up the buckets of water, and then emptying the tub. That is a LOT of work. So sharing a bath isn't always a sexual thing, not in that time period. It just isn't.

Furthermore, as @darklinaforever​ mentioned to me, if it was no great secret that Daemon Targaryen took lovers after he wed Rhaenyra--as those who buy into this theory claim--from Mysaria to Nettles to whomever, why did Daemon even bother with a separate bed if it was an adjoining chamber? If it was an adjoining chamber and that meant he was sleeping with her, well, then all knew he was sleeping with her so, again, why bother with the pretense? It was Daemon Targaryen, after all. He was the King Consort, and never a man who cared much for propriety.

4. The gifts, yes, Daemon gave Nettles gifts, much like he gave Rhaenyra. Except not much like he gave Rhaenyra. The types of gifts that he gave Nettles were practical ones. Of worth, yes, but Daemon was a prince of great wealth. Did one think he would buy her cheap stuff? Nope. He bought her a brush, a coat, etc., practical things that made her life--one that had begun and was spent mostly in poverty--better. These types of gifts were not at all like what he had given to Rhaenyra. To her he brought jewels, a jade tiara, courting gifts, gifts of love and romance. Not the same at all. Nope, nope, nope.

5. Finally, and this one, my Daemyra fam, is the big enchilada... Daemon Targaryen has burned and yearned and loved Rhaenyra for twenty years. Let me repeat that. Daemon Targaryen has truly loved only one woman for TWENTY YEARS. Rhaenyra. Period. Full-stop. I don't care what Fire & Blood says. (Although Fire & Blood surely made it clear that Daemon and Rhaenyra shared a deep love regardless of what the antis try and say.) House of the Dragon, which is an objective telling of what happened during this era, has made it abundantly clear that Daemon and Rhaenyra are deeply, deeply in love.

When they were separated for TEN ENTIRE YEARS while married, in relationships, with other people, they were literally muted, shadowed versions of themselves only coming back to who they truly were when reunited. And since married when we as viewers saw them six years into that relationship they were still very much in love. And that is exactly how we were supposed to see them. Per the director, Geeta Patel, of "Lord of the Tides," the episode that took place after that six-year time jump into their marriage:

"Daemon and Rhaenyra — they’re together at the beginning of my episode. Part of the thing that we felt was important was to believe that they were in love with each other. And not just believe it, but feel the electricity. I mean, I don’t know about you guys, but I am very much in love with my husband, and I still have a crush on him. And when I see him, I still get chills. And I wanted to see that, I wanted to feel that from them. Because this was a delicate fleeting moment, as you know having seen the episode. We needed to feel the realism of that. And so the two of them [Matt and Emma] had a lot of conversations — even without me — where they were building their relationship, and building the chemistry. So I was really pleased when we got to shooting their first scene together, where Rhaenyra says 'I need to go back home' — just the way he looked at her…I just love that."

And after the finale, the much-maligned (and for good reason, she's a rape apologist):

[Sara] Hess does believe that Daemon and Rhaenyra are meant for each other, although of course, it’s complicated. "Saying they 'love' each other seems almost too simple," Hess says, "it's more that they have a profound, primal connection that nobody else understands."

So, yeah. These two are THE OTP of the show. Period. And this relationship has been established from their first scene together in the first episode in the first season. And has been established quite deliberately so throughout the entire season starting before the series began so before she was 14 (since Daemon was bringing her the gift and their relationship was already established), the three year time jump to 17, another time jump to 27 and then another 6 to 33. So, we are looking at nearly 20 years of deep affection to soul-searing love between these two.

The Dance of the Dragons lasts less than two years.

Let me repeat that: Daemon has loved Rhaenyra for close to TWENTY YEARS. The Dance of the Dragons lasts less than TWO YEARS.  

So, some people out there expect us to believe that Daemon Targaryen is going to suddenly stop loving the woman that he has been in love with for nearly two decades unceasingly without that love diminishing at all and just, you know, fall for someone else in the span of less than two years? I just don't see it.

Yeah, and so that's why I'm not really worried about Nettles, Daemyra fam. But then you might ask me about.... what, what, what, what about the finale?

Oh, you mean the finale where.... let me list all the ways in which Daemon showed how much he STILL madly loves Rhaenyra, his wife, his Queen.

He didn't go to her when she was in labor. And? In that time period, most men weren't with their wives when they were in labor. Admittedly, Daemon probably has been in the past, however, Rhaenyra appears to have an easier go of it normally. This was not the case. Remember, his last wife came this close to dying (and would have died) in childbirth. Rhaenyra's mother died in childbirth. Why would Daemon want to be there to see the absolute love of his life in that kind of pain, knowing he could do nothing about it? He was already in the throes of agony over Viserys, over Rhaenyra's crown/throne being usurped, over Rhaenyra going into premature labor. Sure, let's throw in him actually watching her physically being in THAT much pain.... sure.  Or not.

We also saw Daemon ceding to her wishes as Queen. We all know that he wanted to fly to the Riverlands and garner support then and there, but he did not because Rhaenyra said not to.

When Eryyk showed up, Daemon took the crown, placed it upon her head and knelt before her. "My Queen," he called her, gazing reverently up at her because she was indeed his Queen.

We know that he wanted to kill Otto and all the traitorous men behind him then and there on the bridge, but he did not because Rhaenyra said not to. He listened to her, he followed her lead because she was his Queen.

Yes, yes, he was bad, bad, mad, mad Daemon when he grabbed her throat. But that wasn't about Rhaenyra. That was about Viserys. That was about Daemon finding out once and for all that Viserys never intended for him to be heir. His brother never trusted him at all. EVER. That was a painful, striking blow of epic proportions.  (Which has been confirmed by Ryan Condal, and Emma D'arcy--who put it best by saying that Daemon handled it "less eloquently.") Daemon vented physically at Rhaenyra. But he didn't hurt her. He could have, he could have killed her. But he didn't; because he never, ever would. And she knew that.

It's why she sent him to go and make nice with Vermithor. And it's why when Daemon found out about Luke, it was he who came to her. It was he who took her hand, to comfort her, to be there for her, because once they reunited in "Driftmark," Daemon has always been there for her. His wife. His queen. His love.

Now after what happened to her boy, well, she's all in on war now, so Rhaenyra and Daemon are on the same page indeed. Wife and Husband. Queen and her loyal King Consort. As in love as they ever have been. For near twenty years... and we are to believe that it’s just going to change in a handful of months because of some Rhaenyra haters (looking at your Eustace) or some salacious horndog (yeah, talking to you, Mushroom!)? I do not think so!

And that is all I have to say about that!

#daemyra positivity #daemyra #daemon x rhaenrya #nettles ain't a thing #nettles is cool though #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #fire & blood spoilers #hotd 1x10 #hotd 1x08 #geeta patel #ryan condal #sara hess #emma d'arcy

[raxistaicho]

All flags look the same!

Back to more Analyzer ;D

This is a claim he and Edelgard Critical in general makes pretty often. I searched through interviews myself (I had to because Analyzer never posts his sources for anything...) and the closest I found was:

And this doesn’t really mean what the Analyzer seems to think it means. Silver Snow was written first as the primary means to explore the world, but to say that just because one of the routes where you fight Edelgard was made before the others that it then means that’s the story the developers intended to represent the entire story is fallacious thinking.

The story buildup throughout White Clouds spends nearly all its time expressing why Fodlan is in a pretty shitty state and it all comes down to the Church of Seiros’s failures and Rhea’s lies. Fodlan being reunified and Rhea losing power, no matter which route she does it in, is always treated as a good thing.

Even Rhea agrees at the end of SS!

The worst Three Houses ever says of Edelgard in the routes where you fight her is that she had the right of it that Fodlan needs to change, but that her methods were too extreme. Claude and Dimitri only ever criticize her methods, not her intentions. The game never calls her a stupid little ignorant warmonger as the Analyzer does.

Yup, we all knew it was coming! LoStNiRvAnA!!! The very definition of somebody who knows nothing about Buddhism trying to analyze Buddhist symbolism. That line of argument was debunked years ago but EdelCrit isn’t exactly known for updating their talking points.

Now there’s a pretty meme, exquisite!

I assume the Analyzer is referring to this:

But as usual he never explains what he’s talking about. There’s various other designs, but they all seem to follow the same pattern.

And obviously the Silver Snow flag is:

I... don’t need to explain how the two flags look almost nothing alike, I hope?

Now if you want actual symbolism, the ending mural for Silver Snow is pretty clearly based off a painting of Pope Gregory returning the seat of the papacy from Versailles to Rome:

But obviously the Church of Seiros has nothing to do with Catholicism because not many Japanese people follow Catholicism today :)

Oh, shoot. Yeah, that’s a good one, can’t really argue with -

Sothis! Get off the throne, you gremlin, you’re ruining the symbolism!

As I said above, the lost Nirvana claim is outright nonsense, especially considering Sothis is still with Byleth, as revealed in their S support in Crimson Flower:

It’s only in Crimson Flower that Sothis is attached not to a crude object snaring Byleth’s heart, but to Byleth’s very soul. If anything, Byleth’s continued attachment to Sothis - the source of their supposed enlightenment - is only reinforced in Crimson Flower.

The point about Byleth getting called out comes from the Japanese version of Dimitri’s battle quote with Byleth at Tailltean;

Dimitri: Teacher. Why Edelgard…? You chose the path of the beast 

“Path of the beast” being a Buddhist term meaning Byleth is on the path to a lesser level in the cycle of reincarnation. So what is this? It’s the desperate ramblings of Byleth’s enemy, swearing that Byleth is damned and walking the road to hell. No different from Rhea’s constant shrieking of religion-laden threats at both Byleth and Edelgard.

And we already know from the scene in which he’s executed that, although Dimitri mostly speaks well and has both eyes, in reality he’s got more than one foot on the path to devolving into the boar at the end of Crimson Flower:

So he’s not exactly a great source from which to draw arguments.

The Analyzer then goes on to say that the devs called Edelgard a villain in one of the interviews, and I’ve hit that particular point more than enough times by now, I feel.

So what’d we learn today?

Uhh, the Analyzer is shit at analyzing Buddhist symbolism.

Happy New Years, folks!

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #the Analyzer #edelgard von hresvelg #Edelgard discourse #Edelgard Positive

[cielomalaya]

Informant AU

based on @necroalx's fanart that you can find here!

Post-events of Persona 5 Royal & Strikers (no Sumi coz idk how to write her) like, set 5yrs later after the games

Ren is an informant for Makoto (and partner ehe (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ )

He occasionally uses 'Akira Kurusu' when undercover

He usually uses his glasses when he's not working (by work, i mean undercover) y'know... ala Clark Kent~

Learns about the art of disguise coz Yusuke dragged him into some makeup classes when he got interested in it (his reason being makeup is the painting  but the face is the canvas)

Ren is somewhat a master of disguise except he cant do much when it comes to voices (Futaba's foray into creating voice changers would eventually help with that)

Makoto kinda helped him learn how to fight (he kinda knows already coz of the PT stuff but not that well enough)

Makoto thinks that removing her braid headband is enough as a disguise and it works sometimes

Makoto also favors her knuckledusters

PT knows that they're doing this stuff but it's mostly Ren, Makoto, Futaba and Morgana

They still use their codenames when working

Ren favors knives and probably has at least ten of them hidden in his clothes... he somehow evades being detected by metal detector coz of Futaba's tech prowess/plot armor (yup. surely.)

Ren still has the third eye power from y'know, one of the last remnants of their lives as PT

Personas are not sentient but they make their presence known sometimes (im keeping tier 3 ones except for Ren coz Satanael is too cool)

Everyone who has a persona also gained some "enhancements" post-PT events like enhanced strength and agility as well as immunity to some stuff based on their main element in-game (ex. Ann is more fire-proof than the average person, Ryuji more electricity-proof etc.)

Futaba is a game dev and she's rich coz of it, one of Ren's assistants in his job and creates nifty gadgets (nothing too extra) for him

Ren now co-owns Leblanc with Sojiro and also serves as his cover (still lives in the attic but with a nicer bed this time lol)

Futaba got an alarm system for the café at night as well as the Sakura house and the Niijima apartment

Morgana is his partner, being not-a-cat helps him a lot when it comes to infiltration

Haru is one of his ears in the business world, Ann's in showbiz, Yusuke's in the artist scene, Ryuji... is sparring partner and occasionally shares rumors he hears from time-to-time coz Shujin's rumor mill is strong as ever, Futaba is more internet-based

Zenkichi helps him whenever he can, Sophia is still travelling with Ichinose but she helps Futaba sometimes and in constant contact with everyone

Akane's vibing and still fangirls abt PT stuff, will eventually know about it soon enough

Tora gives him intel when it comes to politics, he goes to Ohya for information, Takemi is a trusted doctor, etc.

Crossroads is kinda a safe spot for Ren & Makoto

The Sakura-Amamiya-Niijima(+Morgana) investigation trio is OP

Sae worries about the targets they paint on their backs coz of their occupation

Ren has a gun license and a private investigator's license (let's pretend that P5 Japan has that law lol)

Ren has a degree in law and culinary arts (how he managed to pull that off, that i dunno)

(i might do a mini-fanfic abt this but no promises coz i got thesis rn lol)

#cielomalaya archive #cielomalaya #shumako #p5 informant au #ren amamiya #makoto niijima #persona 5 #p5 au #akira kurusu #so many thoughts #p5 headcanon

[fipindustries]

how would my past selves react if they saw me today

mid 20's me: FUCK! so it happened in the end...? we actually did it? did it all worked out? is everyone cool with this? did we ruin everything, did we lose everything? are you happy? are you... are you the same person?

me: yup, it all worked out in the end, im am really damn happy with this, it was the best choice we could have made... and yes we changed a little, not on the really important stuff but ive changed a little. but... no more that we would have changed otherwise by just growing up

mid 20's: f-fuck... o-ok... ok fine, [sigh] ok, ok then i guess im fucking doing this

me: you're going to love it

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early 20's me: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK? what happened? so that's it, we end up becoming... like that? the sjws won? how many pronouns do we have? what are your "triggers"?

me: omg shut the fuck up, first of all you are being intellectually dishonest, if you really cared about being right you would engage with people smarter than just the dumbest common denominator you find online, second... no, i assure you we are not "like that" you are not even that wrong about most things you just need to fucking chill

early 20's me: i look... better than i expected... uh, are you a femminist?

me: thats a complicated question im not going to get into right now, just... trust me, if i could sit down and explain all this to you you would agree with me... if it makes you feel any better i still think gone home is a really boring game

early 20's me: oh thank god

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teen me: (blushing, visibly horny) oh god... oh god, thank god, holy shit, holy fucking shit thank you, jesus christ holy shit thank you

me: yup, take it in buddy, we actually made it real, is happening, these are real

teen me: i... uh... i need some time by myself

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kid me: [stands away from me extremely sullen and uncomfortable, refuses to speak]

me: i know, im sorry, this is a lot to take in, im really sorry, youre going to be ok, i promise you are going to be ok, want to see my animations?

kid me: i learned how to animate in power point and paint from a magazine, i did uh... five so far, one of them was about a guy being kidnapped by aliens and being forced to become an alien, i also did one about a guy who turns into a car and i also have an imaginary world where there is this evil company that pretends to be a normal company but is actually about evil scientists and its called-

me: fip industries, yes, i know, i wrote that novel and i made a couple of comics based on that, i can show them to you, want to see them?

kid me: [eagerly nods and walks a little closer]

me: look, this is the art that you are going to create

#fip living life #inspired by that comic i reblogged

[freddyfazbearisinmycloset]

I've thought about Kirby's "Dream Friends" in Kirby Star Allies for a while now. so, I thought I'd talk about them. I really enjoy this game, so why not bring it up again? -Bandana Waddle Dee: The joke boss turned hero himself, and about time too! This lovely little dude is a great time to play around with, and can have elements added to his spear to pack an extra punch! He's just a treasure. -King Dedede: Yup, He is gonna be here. also, he really needs to see a doctor because that much possession can't be good for your body. either way, it's the same great hammer-slamming, belly-flopping, ground-pounding moveset you've come to expect. -Meta Knight: I can't do this dude justice by talking about him. Listen to the song "Meta Knight's Revenge" to see what I mean. -Rick, Kine and Coo: Now we're talking! These three are like a Swiss army knife, they can do just about anything. Fire? Check. Water? Check. Wind? Check. Rock? Check, Ice? Ehhh only underwater. but not only can they solve almost any puzzle, Rick can even Goomba-stomp enemies! Hows that for utility? -Marx: ...Dream Friend. Dream Friend. Maybe I missed something between Marx being shot into Nova and now, but I don't remember any friendliness between him and Kirby. Also, according to the pause menu he took over the world because he was hungry, pretty funny stuff. anyway, He is one of the most powerful early characters, worthy of a final boss for sure. -Gooey: Doesn't know why he's here, which is understandable. it's so nice to have Gooey back, this Dark Matter who changed his ways is a decent all rounder with some powerful attacks. it's Gooey. not much more to say other than he's a good little guy. -Adeline & Ribbon: Man, these two bring back nostalgia... ahem, These two are actually the best characters in this game! not kidding, while their health is abysmal, their guard makes them invincible, and they are the best Healers by far. if you go on the defensive, even the hardest challenges can be cheesed, if you like that sort of thing. they also have unique paint interactions as well. -Dark Meta Knight: I still don't get why he's here. According to the pause menus, he's only here for personal gain. He is also NOT a direct copy of Meta Knight, using multiple mirror-based attacks that take up large amounts of the screen, he's so powerful in fact, he might even be able to split someone into four! (hehehe...) -Daroach: Fun fact, in Kirby Mass Attack, he acts as a hint system for finding treasure. Daroach may be a friend now, but he is still a thief, and his entire Squeak Squad (yes that's their name) are apart of his move set! he is overall great to play, not to mention his feet do little tippy taps when he walks. Also, their theme is a absolute bop! -Magolor: After that honestly horrible apology in the form of a theme park, Magolor is here to help! He is just an absolute BEAST who has tons of power packing. when it comes to power, I'd say they are the second strongest in the game, which is saying a lot! not only that, but they also use that (apparently useless) in game currency from Super Kirby Clash to blow up opponents! -Taranza: This dude has some untreated trauma we need to address... some other time. His attacks aren't too notable, but he can use a vision of his (now deceased) friend to strike down foes with lightning! how's that for kid's game? trust me, between this, the death cult, and the Giant Elder God, this series has been darker than most can expect. not even mentioning the giant death angel eye! -Susie: In the Japanese version, she's here to unite everyone with the power of science in peace and harmony. which is a nice sentiment, if it weren't for the fact the English version states she's here to continue her father's original plan. great. anyways, she is overall just fun to play, with a full on mech to play with! for her base attack, she wields a gun. -There's another. the strongest, but that isn't my tale to tell...

While Star Allies is without a doubt in my mind the easiest game in the series, there's still a lot of charm to it. it's a great celebration of history and it will always be dear to my heart.

#kirby #kirby star allies #magolor apologized with a theme park

[thenextchapterbegins]

The reign of terror begins

@lust-sinner​ {inspired by weak sin event.}

Jack exits the car seeing police sent ahead of him already setting up a crime scene as he walks into the building. “Ugh that smell, what the hell is that? I hate these fucking warehouses he picks.” Another officer walks over. “Sorry sir, theres a few perfume factories in the area, big industry for lust said to uh...make the experience more vibrant? I dont know, probably filled with asphrodisacs.” The officer said with a shrug. 

Jack looks forward and sees the scene playing out infront of him before looking to the body eyes widening cigar that he had placed into his mouth about to light falling out...“ holy shit...” 

Infront of them was a scene of a what-if situation that could have gone down on on new years. Tables with ghostly guests, ozzie on stage, a show is going on, suddenly there a visage of angels bursting in a ghostly firing of holy energy before the scene resets..the body in question was a heavy set flame sinner dressed in appearance as best as possible, whatever didnt fit was ofc cut and manipluated which was always a theme Followed by a painting and the words painted in blood. “The last show.”

“Sir!” An officer says walking up. “We just heard word that projections of this showing are popping up around the lust ring, started showing as soon as arrive, were getting calls across the city...” Jack lets out a silent. “Shit. Get them down as soon as possible, use whatever magic you need to shut them down...ozzie is gonna have my head for this if we dont...all of ours...god damnit..” 

He shakes his head heading over to some CSI members observing some runes. “Blood based?” He asks as a CSI cop nods and stands turning to the other. “Yup, just like the others, set on a loop that we see...theres something else in the magic but its too faint for us to detect....this one was planned out, but the whole atmsophere of the scene screams rage and anger, you can literally feel it in the magic. Its more personal, we think that the killer might have visited ozzies club...seeing as activity has mostly spawned in pride until now we are looking at either a high level sinner...possibly overlord status or just about...or worse, the theories of a hellborn might be true after all...could explain how fast this was all set up..and we do pick up faint portal signatures...their always masked of course.”

Jack places a hand on his chin. “Damnit, alright thanks let me know if you figure anything else out.”

He raises a brow seeing a few cops complain of a light headache before getting his attention. “SIR WE FOUND SOMETHING..looks like a cassete player, found it in the back...” A police officer yells out 

Jack turns and heads over. “Bring it out and play it.” The officer nods before retreating and returning looking over at csi beginning to go over the body.

There was a moment of crackling silence before a voice comes from the cassette. 

“Hello jack.” The killers voice, muffled. “Yes, i know your name, we’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for so long..but im afraid were at the end, this showing isnt for you this time, its for lust, its for ozzie, its for hell. a week ago angels stormed ozzies club of lust. Blew it sky high and good ole lust man has been crying and begging people to have sex, to reknew him...to grow him, to strengthen him. That isnt going to happen, not here anywheres. No, fear is strong but im striking the match. My reign of terror its beginning today. No one will feel safe.”

There was talking between the CSI looking over the body. ‘what is that? is that a rune on the chest?’ ‘a rune? lemme see?...wait...its infused with...what is that..is that?’

The cassette continues. “As we all know, adam has ben poking holes in the powder keg, the destructive violent force between holy and hellish magic...like a ticking time bomb. No one is safe, not the highest of sins to the lowest of demons, at one time i had to bow at this stage, not this time. I’m a master of my craft, and your all puppets dancing to my strings. If you are hearing this message, that means the rune inscribed inside this casette has just activated. The smell you smell and the lightheadedness is from a gas main that runs through this building that’s been cut, the factories nearby are merely wood for this tinder.  Goodbye jack.” The cassette stops and all the ghostly apparitions disappear the runes on the ground glowing brightly. “THE WAREHOUSE IS TRAPPED.” Jack screams out but its too late he feels himself being pushed back as someone casts a spell portals opening trying to escape from the various magically inclinded cops jack nearly makes it out of the other side as the portal begins to close seeing the runes ignite.

A moment of silence before an earth-shattering explosion.

The runes laced with a destructive force explode, the body laced with unstable holy blood plenty to find during new years kick off the gas that had been flowing into the building as the warehouse is akin to being filled with tnt. 

The first stage of the eruption was complete then game the moment of orange hueish fire glowing before secondary explosions bigger then the last begin to ignite from the various factories neighboring the now inferno.

Off far in the distance, a lone imp watches the destructive finale from ontop a rooftop staring in awe. 

“Its beautiful...”

#Blitz: The playwright #Inspired event #open for reactions

[musekicker]

I didn’t get it in a ask but someone suggested for a prompt of Diane and Tarantula based drabble. 

Diane wasn't sure what kind of place Tarantula would choose to go for a girls night. They had decided on the idea only weeks ago. A way to bond better and get to know each other more. And for the first week of this new habit, it was Tarantula's turn to pick a activity or hang out place.

She had a idea. That much was clear. What Tarantula wasn't being clear about was what exactly they would be doing. All she said was she promised it be fun.

Tarantula's directions lead them to a small building nestled in the middle of general store and a bookstore. The building they were going was a dull, grey color. Very nondescript. The only sign that it was anything open to the public was a electric "we're open" sign. Over the door there was a sign that had the business's name. It was called Screen Time.

Entering the place it became crystal clear what this place was.

"A arcade?" Diane said.

A small arcade that looked like it had seen some better days if Diane was being honest. There were a attempt at painting on the walls. A deep green color that was starting to peel in large patches in places to reveal more deep green paint. The carpet was that brand of carpet that was a clash of interesting colors and fun patterns.

There was a section for snacks. Fairly simple offerings of popcorn, soda, juices, water, and candy. But nothing more then that. The prize for tickets section looked just as sparse.

"Yup." Tarantula said. "I know it doesn't look like much. But it's a good place."

They passed by the office. With the small sign on the partly open door proclaiming it the owners office, Diane had to come to the conclusion that the man sitting in his office chair and reading the news paper was the owner.

"Hey Carl. Keeping the games warm for me?" Tarantula asked the man.

Carl just nodded and flipped a new page of his newspaper. Tarantula grinned and shook her head.

"He's a man of little words. But nice guy." Tarantula said.

Diane and Tarantula moved deeper into the arcade. There were some claw machine with some prizes that were not worth the price of many tries at the game. Some games that had use of a fake gun to shoot at the targets on the game screen. And plenty of fighting games.

There were the occasional modern game. Sleek and full of good graphics. These more modern games stood out among the older games.

Carl had emerged from his office. He had a small, paper cup in hand that he handed over Diane without a word. Diane peered in to see about a dozen tokens.

"Haven't seen you around for awhile." Carl said to Tarantula. "Good to see you again."

Then back to his office the man went, opening his newspaper to get back to reading.

"Told you, nice guy." Tarantula said.

Diane nodded in agreement. 

"So does everyone else go here too?" Diane asked.

Tarantula shook her head as she climbed up onto the control panel of the machine.

"The guys don't really know much about this place. They've never come with me here." Tarantula said.

"Why not?" Diane asked.

"Normally because they are asleep when I come here. Sometimes after a heist I was still feeling full of energy and everyone else was either asleep or exhausted. So I would come here." Tarantula explained.

Tarantula stopped before one of the older arcade cabinets.

"Oh, let's see if this one still works." she said.

The game that Tarantula chose to play first was a racing game of some sort. It was a little hard to tell with the pixels that made up the shapes moving on the screen. There was the faded sign on the top of the machine that proclaimed it "Circuit Racers". The music for the game was at the very least kind of catchy.

"Yeah, these machines are pretty old." Tarantula said. "But I've grown to love them."

Diane took her place before the Circuit Racer arcade cabinet in front of the other set of game controls. 

"That's pretty interesting." Diane said. "I didn't see you into retro games before. But the way you talk about them, I can get it."

"There is also this.." Tarantula said.

Tarantula kicked the old arcade case twice with three of her legs. Then she pressed one of the buttons three times in rapid succession. This action was followed by a series of odd clicks in the arcade cabinet. Then the screen changed. At least it did in image and sound quality. 

"Don't know if Carl knows that I've fixed these things so many times." Tarantula said. "Much less did a little enhancing to the games if the right set of motions are done. Now, wait until I show you what I programmed THIS game to do." Tarantula said.

The two played arcade games until past midnight. 

#the bad guys

[fizzingwizard]

Was curious how many of the Sims 4 bugs on this list I've encountered… it's a lot

Part One because I guess this is too many bugs even for tumblr hahaha

Jumpy Animations/Sims teleport - since a long time ago but worse now Routing/Sit down issue on several interactions - love to watch my sims wander around like ants looking for somewhere to sit with a chair right in front of them. especially love when I tell me sim to go play a game at the card table in the same room, and instead they go outside, walk around the entire house, come back in and then sit at the table. guess they just felt like a walk first lol Music from other modes Plays During Live Mode - yup and usually overlapping. fix with restart but it often happens in CAS where you lose all your stuff if you quit… Lag for menu to show up when clicking on objects - especially the fridge/oven!!!! Sims keep moving after paused Sims do DU homework under laptops - not just DU tho I get this for anything that can be done at a table, including eating, and sometimes it's not even a portable laptop but a computer Sim won't accept queued commands/ Sims don't do actions - this was supposedly "console" but as a non-console player I know it happens to the rest of us too. also to most of us Lots with manipulated terrain look realistic/strange in world view - idk if this is a bug, i think probably that's just how it appears. but it is weird Fishing Identification for active Sim with no fishing skill - I think this one has been around since base game. Sims 4 really wants everyone to love fishing. I'll be like. mourning the death of Sim Grandpa. And all of a sudden 6-year-old Sim Grandson will "identify the Perch!" Multiple daily calls for sim to switch careers - CONSTANTLY. EVEN WITH PHONE ON SILENT MODE! Excessive use of Cross Stitch Basket - yep. I get it the worst with cross stitch, but I find it annoying that other hobbies which cost money like knitting and painting are autonomous as well. Either there should be a "practice" object which is the default and is free or this stuff shouldn't be autonomous. Food too tbh… I have tried playing rags to riches before, and one reason I gave up was just this - it was so hard to keep control of finances because sims have no concept of saving pennies lol Railings Clipping Through Walls - hate this so ugly Multi-story columns misaligned Foundation becomes see-through Sim Gets Fear of the Dark After Being Cured - all the fears and wants sucked. they're boring, curing then is boring, they have little impact except just ruining your sims day, and YEAH, they come back after being cured!! best to turn it off just like neighborhood stories Constantly dirty surroundings moodlet from Pressure Cooker and Kettle - I'm not 100% sure I've got this one, I will check the next time I play. However I've had multiple issues with these objects: sims constantly cooking with them when their queue is empty, and constant fires originating with them. Lately my sims was complaining her kitchen was dirty but I could not find anything dirty. She's a Neat sim, but even after having her clean everything, and then going into build mode and moving stuff to look for plates that might have gotten stuck under objects and are hard to see, the room still registered as dirty. I'm thinking it was the pressure cooker or kettle, or maybe even pizza oven which she also has Upgraded beds give two contradictory moodlets - yup spend hours upgrading your bed and the sims like "what a bad sleep!" Sims on home lot don't take care of needs when active sims away - yeah two sims in my house recently almost starved bc of this NPCs take food ordered by active Sim - yup! again ruining my rages to riches haha No evolve option (ready to evolve) - yes and yes I've checked that the plants are in season. Also having major issues with other gardening things especially on community lots Very High Household Bills While On Vacation Campfire causes too many fires - really frustrating for me bc I use the campfire a lot. I absolutely love camping gameplay but between constant fires and thunderstorms where you're 100% guaranteed to get electrocuted (9_9) it really sucks

#sims #sims 4

[thescrapbookingscientist]

Bimonthly Media Roundup

- Hellsing Abridged (Webseries) - A rather old one but I do really like the aesthetic of this series - The kind of rough gothic look that was popular in the early 2000s. I appreciate that the author took the Dracula lore and just decided to go really weird with it with the multiple monster designs for Alucard himself, then applying that same "Rule of Cool looks over logic" monster lore for every other character in the series.

- Army of Darkness (Movie) - VHS night at my friends place, While I was familiar with Ash Vs the Evil dead I'd never actually seen this film and uh. Well I don't know what I was expecting but boy this sure wasn't that. I would not exactly call this a 'good' movie but it certainly was a fun one, and an incredible watching experience in a group setting. It reminded me a lot of Big Trouble in Little China with it's campy low budget energy where weird shit is constantly happening that the movie will never explain and the characters react very nonchalantly to the batshit things they are experiencing, Plot wise the movie could be described as Bruce Campbells No-Good Very Bad Day but the things that make it bad are honestly very funny and creative so good for it. I wish they made more movies like this nowadays honestly, just dumb little fun passion projects with obviously fake but still cool practical effects and an unnecessary skeleton army.

- Star Trek Strange New Worlds (TV) - Not too far in yet so not much to say, I like court themed episodes so I'm having fun with season 2 so far. Pike and Uhura are my faves as they are just very likable and silly guys who still know when to take their jobs seriously. Also this is a cool poster.

- Star Trek Lower Decks (TV) - Also only 2 episodes in so far but Season 4 is starting strong, I loved The Moopsy and everything about it and the menagerie in general, the vulcan girl getting a larger role with Tendi in particular seems like it will be a fun dynamic, and the humor and overall hyped vibes of the characters is still as strong as ever. Hmm I wonder if it would be worth it to paint myself green to do a Tendi cosplay or if Homestuck made that illegal for everyone forever.

- Dr Stone (Anime) - Yup.

- The S Classes That I Raised (Webnovel) - While I was never not invested in the story I've glad we've moved on to a new arc. Han Yoojin using his abilities to find people with unique non-fighting skills to take business away from what would be an evil mega corporation is a nice use of time-travel based knowledge, so I hope we get a bit more of that. I also would like some more downtime as I like all the characters and wish they got to hang out in low stakes situations more often. I suppose I'm also just a bit worn out of scrolling through action scenes, as while I quite like the art (and especially the coloring) style, the big effect explosions just don't translate super well to the scrolling style still-art pages of K-webcomics. That being said it could be a lot worse as Yoojin's relative powerlessness does make every fight at least interesting in how it needs to be thought through rather than just punched a lot - I just enjoy the fun character banter and political drama more.

- Ace Attorney Vs Professor Layton (Video Game) - Well that ending. happened. In truth I don't hate the twist necessarily on it's own, so much that it's the kind of twist that if you think about it too long it retroactively makes the rest of the story nonsensical. I also find the storyteller and Darklaw's motives to be very dumb which brings it down, not to mention they just axed Barnum from the last part of the game entirely despite him being arguably the best character in the game. Overall I didn't hate the game though, as I found a lot of the little character dialogue, puzzles, and Layton interactions cute - It makes me want to play a Layton game again that's for sure. I'm not sure it's a good Ace Attorney game as it feels very tonally different from the rest of the series, but hey with this I've experienced every Ace Attorney game in the franchise so that's nice, I'll have to do some character and case rankings at some point.

- One Piece (Anime) - Just finished Skypia and thinking about doing a liveblog from this point out. This was a pretty good arc honestly, I loved the villains design aesthetic and powers, lots of good crew bonding moments (Especially for Sanji + Usopp and Luffy + Nami), I liked the setting, the flashback episodes with Mont Blanc had uh questionable politics but the "we both have wives offscreen but are always shown together, think about each other constantly, and die thinking only of the other" gayness of it all made me laugh, and I think it did a good job giving everyone something interesting to do. Other notes would be how funny it is that Robin for the first half was having an entirely different, lovely experience wandering through the woods while everyone fights for their lives, that she nonchalantly snapped a guys neck when he told her to leave, and that poor Chopper had to fight 3/4 of the big bad guys all by himself that poor little deer.

- Genshin Impact (Video Game) - Still here, doing more co-op with my friend now, exploring the bonkers long Chasm quests in Liyue, hoping Kokomi comes back because I want her on my team so bad. Anyway Inazuma has been cool so far, I like the different environments on the islands (other than the lightning island which can sink into the ocean frankly) and there are lots of good character designs. Also I've been listening to the music more and its good!

Listening To: Bones by MSMR, In My Head by Mike Shinoda, Ivy by Taylor Swift, Dancin by Aaron Smith, Make Up Your Mind by Florence + The Machine, Ordinaryish People and World's Smallest Violin by AJR, Ghost by Justin Beiber, IDOL by YOASOBI, Atlantis by Seafret, Doin’ Time by Lana Del Rey, All the Boys by Panic! At The Disco.

#weekly roundup #my post #what's with the red gold color scheme this time idk

[bubblegumvolcano]

Hi! I have never actually done anything on tumblr besides read before - but I want to try this, so I am so sorry if I do this wrong😭.

If you want, could I please also get 🌷and 🧁? I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/they.

I am a fan of Stranger Things, Bullet Train, and Marvel (and DC, but I can't remember if that was on your list).

Physical: I'm 5'1 and I have hazel eyes with dirty blonde curly hair. Think like 80s metal head hair - that is my natural look without any product. I have dimples, and freckles across my nose as well as a small scar on the corner of my mouth. I wear glasses / contacts and cannot see without them. My nails are usually painted black or white, and I range from wearing vibrant colors to complete black clothing. I never wear dresses though, only pants and shorts.

Personality: I am very social and outgoing, super quick to make friends and find it easy to keep them. I do have a social battery though - but have trouble telling people I meed space because I am afraid of it coming off wrong. I have deep rooted trust issues though, which results in me finding it hard to connect on a deeper level with most people. I have ADHD - which is a real pain in the backside because of how much stuff comes with it. I have to be moving constantly, and have a hard time focusing (I forget things a lot and zone out when people talk). I have little to no sense of embarrassment, and will start dancing and singing if I hear a song I like. I also love to talk and to listen to people who are passionate (it is such a turn on when people are excited about something). I don't really know what my love languages are, but I think it aligns with Quality time, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch - but I do love reassurance I'm not bothering people because I was told I was too loud all my life whenever I got excited.

Hobbies: I love drawing / painting and listening to music! I mainly draw people and have a lot of stories based on fantasy. I will listen to any music except country, but 80s music is my preference as seen by my 292 songs in that single playlist. I ADORE children - if they weren't so expensive I would have had one by now. I am going into speech pathology to work with kids, and right now I am a counselor at a summer camp and love (most of) the kids. I also love gaming, and writing stories - especially the world building. I'm a sucker for details....

I'm rambling too much, sorry about that.

Thank you so much for doing this if you can! 🩷🩷🩷

hi! u did this perfectly btw, dw :)

(🌷) Your assigned character/celebrity is...

Jennifer Lawrence! ( I literally can't even explain this it just makes sense.)

(🧁) I ship you with...

Steve Harrington! You're both good with kids and want some of your own! I just know he'd adore the fact that your career goal(s) center around children. Also the height difference??? Yup. Also I truly believe you'd put Steve on to good music. (Not that his music taste is bad, but you'd def enhance it.) He's very much giving the kind of person to steal your glasses and hold up some fingers like, "HoW mAnY fInGeRs Am I hOlDiNg Up?" even deep into the relationship. And i can hear that mf begging u to draw him or let him play games with you. 😭 But in general, honestly, I feel like that man would do anything and everything to make you happy and I think that's everything.

#stella's barbie sleepover #barbie

[betsy-jones]

Tomuween 2022 Drawing Challenge

Tomuween is a drawing challenge for October/Halloween where I draw Tomu, Pol's snowy Panda companion, in different outfits or forms. I also get to test out different styles and tools while at it. My friends came up with the idea for me to do it last year and it was good so I did it agan. Thought I may as well share them here. I didn't make as many this year with everything going on but managed to get some good ones out + recorded the process.

Drawings:

I finally got to play DMC during 2020. Wanted to play it as a kid after seeing a trailer for it on a demo disc but the marienet things creeped me out. Anyway played through 1 - 5 (yes even 2, real gamers can persist through it xD) and loved it. I did one of Vergil in the previous Tomuween, 2021, so did a Dante one for this year.

Me and my friends got in to What we do in the shadows early 2021 so had to pay homage to it especially since we had recently been rewatching it at the time of drawing this too. Then I made a Dead Rising 2 Tomu, as Chuck ofcourse, and then a quicker one as Ragnaros from WoW - making use of a fire gradient map I created for Clip Studio.

Both of these are based off of Shinboi, the ps2 game. On the left Tomu as the main character, Hotsuma, and then on the right as Moritsune. Both playable characters in the game. Also the red scarf is just iconic.

Video of speed paints / processes

Took me a while to get around to uploading it due to house repairs and stuff, you can hear me waffling on about it at the start. But yup, there is a video of the paintng process for each one.

#Tomu #Tomuween #Drawing #Art #Digital #art challenge #digital art #Pol #snowy panda #wow #warcraft #world of warcraft #2d art #Art Challenge #october art prompts #october art challenge #Digital Art #Snowy Panda #Red Panda #WoW #OC #original character #Betsy #Halloween #dmc #dante #devil may cry #shinobi #dragon

[powerrcp-g3]

Note: This video is not meant to be an advertisement in any way nor is it endorsed by Asus themselves. This is just a review on the laptop itself. Just in case if you are interested in saving up for one, I would suggested looking it up on Best Buy or wherever you shop. For security purposes, my street address will be left intentionally out in this video. 

Yup, my New Year's resolution became a reality. The time for me to play BeamNG.drive has finally come. And, I have the laptop that is fit for the job. Today, I will be reviewing the Asus ROG Strix G513C, a gaming laptop brought to you by the same guys that made the Eee PC. They went from making the Eee PC to this lovely thing. And, there's also a bit of story with this laptop too. I had plans to buy a Dell G15 Ryzen Edition with camo paint. But after I saw that they had certain gaming laptops on sale in a certain place that I won't mention just to be safe, I went ahead and got this laptop instead. It does the job in playing BeamNG.drive pretty well and plays other games well too. 👍 If you are in the market for something that'll play Fortnite your favourite games, definitely take a look at this one or some other RTX 3050 based laptops that are on sale. Again, not an advertisement. But, all tech reviews are required to have a buyer's recommendation as it is commonplace on YouTube. 

#youtube