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Cadybear's Reviews- The Billionaire's Baby

As of the day I’m posting this, this is the last series on the list of Choices stories that I’ve actually fully completed. So what does this mean for Cadybear’s Choices Reviews?

First of all, I can now upload a review (or re-review, for already-reviewed series) of a series sooner after actually completing it. While taking some time to complete a review does let me think about it more, I would prefer my reviews to be more fresh. And like I said, all reviews are subject to more updated re-reviews if necessary.

Second, there are still quite a handful of series on my tierlist where they consist of multiple books, but I haven’t played all of them– TRR, BOLAS, COP, ID, etc. Some of which are still waiting for more books. While I’d generally prefer to review by series rather than by book, I do still have these books ranked on my tierlist with all the rest, and sharing a review for them will at least provide insight to my thoughts on the books and why I gave them the ranking that I did.

So I may or may not plan to write up reviews for those kinds of books. But if I do, I’ll probably title them differently from the usual “Cadybear’s Reviews” or “Cadybear’s Brief Thoughts”. I’ll probably make them as less formally set up reviews, like a more casual text posts. We’ll see.

Third of all, as much as I love to share my thoughts on certain books, I also love to hear what other people think. So I may plan a little something bonus for the books where I’ve provided very extensive thoughts on them… stay tuned.

Welcome to the forty-first official Cadybear's Reviews! Today I'll be talking about The Billionaire's Baby, which I have ranked on the "PooPoo Tier" at 1 star out of a possible 10.

Bruhhhh. This is literally just a TNA clone but with a surrogate instead of a nanny. This is literally the pregnancy plot that PB clearly wanted to have with TNA. Yeah, I stand by my statement that if TNA wasn’t GOC LI, they’d have had Sam accidentally knock up MC at the company gala in Book 1 (hence the Jenny and Aditya subplot in Book 3, to make up for being unable to do that with MC and her LI). And I’m gonna hazard a guess that if TBB wasn’t GOC LI, they’d have had Cole accidentally knock up MC in a one-night stand in the first chapter. Granted they already did the whole “MC gets accidentally knocked up by billionaire LI” thing with BaBu Book 1 Chapter 1, but clearly that wasn’t good enough for PB since there wasn’t an affair involved, just Cassandra acting like she was supposed to be Clint’s future wife.

Okay, maybe what I’m saying might be a bit far-fetched. But I really do mean what I said about this being “TNA: Pregnancy Edition”.

Right from her very first appearance, they make LI’s current partner Daphne very irritable and callous and disagreeable, obviously so she can be a straw loser villain and make the MC seem like the “better woman” for the LI. Y’know, just like Sofia and Addison in TNA.

And of course, said LI’s current partner turns out to have been cheating on the LI all this time. Y’know, just like what happened with Sofia in TNA.

They even have Joss, a LI-gender-determinant character that MC can be flirty with a little to make the actual LI jealous. Y’know, just like Robin and Jordan in TNA.

Demi is the MC’s best friend who solely exists to churn out “le girly girl talk” exclusively about how MC totally deserves to be with the LI and to give MC the premium outfits that will totally turn on the LI. Y’know, just like Jenny in TNA.

Honestly, the only thing that’s surprised me about this book is that Joss wasn’t the one Daphne was cheating on our LI with. Which just makes it worse because now there’s just no point to Joss’s character other than to be Windows Vista Robin. Like, at least actual Robin had some actual character and point to existing in the story.

This book is just so unserious. A lot of Choices smut books try to force “true romantic feelings of love” onto couples that are clearly purely lust-based, TNA included. But this one is the motherfucking GOD of that. It puts TNA to shame in that regard.

Though, I’m gonna be honest, I think TNA as a whole was leagues better than TBB.

For one thing, TNA is at least honest about being an affair story. But I guess “The Surrogate Affair” doesn’t sound as marketable, huh? Sure, let’s instead just bait people into thinking the affair story is something actually compelling like FCL did.

For second, TNA at least had memorable characters like the Twins and Carter, and most of the other supporting characters did at least feel like actual characters. Characters like Robin, Sofia, Addison, Carter, Aditya, Paolo, even smaller ones like Sam’s parents, do genuinely stick with me. Characters like Carmen, Harrison, Joss, Collie’s parents, that one guy that Demi was crushing on… yeah you’ll probably forget they even exist barely an hour after you finish the story.

Thirdly, I can at least somewhat buy Sam admiring MC for how good she is with the twins. And their attraction to each other was more tolerable too because, as awful as MC was for pursuing Sam, I never got the feeling that she felt entitled to them. Whereas IDK what else Collie sees in MC other than “hee hoo sexy woman”, and it’s worsened by how much MC acts entitled to them, how much she goes on and on about how she should be with them instead of Daphne.

And last, the first TNA book at least plays up the affair aspect by having Sam and MC anticipate the trouble they’ll be in at the end. Books 2 and 3 were unnecessary garbage for sure, but at least during the first book, they had some sense of humility and self-awareness. TBB not only has none of that, but it thinks it has the fucking balls to throw in this end message about “remember to follow your heart”. If that isn’t just outright stating you want people to take your affair story seriously as being about true love rather than the lust-based affair it actually is, then IDK what is.

Like… overall, TNA may be pretty derivative and melodramatic too, but it’s at least fun and engaging to some degree? It has its own “so bad it’s good” charm to it. Like the writers actually cared about giving us a somewhat enjoyable affair story, even if it wasn’t very high-quality.

TBB is just… empty. The only thing it does better than TNA is that it ended after one book.

Now, this story gets a lot of understandable and deserved hate, but despite that I myself am ranking this on PooPoo Tier, I’m not even sure I can hate it because it’s just… so derivative in every way. Cheating, pregnancy, and billionaire romance is a combination that has probably been done countless times by literally every other VN app like Chapters and Episode that tries to pander to the “Facebook Moms” stereotype. I don’t even play those apps, I never have, but I’m pretty sure they’ve done this whole “OhEhmGee you’re pregnant with the baby of a sexy powerful billionaire isn’t that sooo hotttt???” thing already like a million times now. If MTFL is the equivalent to a dog eating another dog’s shit and then shitting it back out again, TBB is the equivalent to a dog eating its OWN shit, probably mixed with some other dogs’ shit too, and then shitting it all out into a great big steaming mess much worse than its predecessors.

And one of the worst things about it all is… how tragic this whole story’s existence is. The moment I heard this was about MC being a surrogate for a billionaire couple and you “uncover their scandals”, there was a small period of time when I was hopeful that this story wouldn’t be as cliched and formulaic as the title made it seem. (Of course, that short period of time ended when I learned that the LI was gonna be one of the members of the billionaire couple). Like, this could have been a story where MC doesn’t romance Collie (or even better, has both Daphne and Collie as LI options) and is a surrogate for them, but it turns into a sort of mystery story where you uncover a history of dirty scandalous secrets behind the couple, and your MC starts to feel conflicted about giving them this child and leaving said child in the hands of this couple while knowing all the shit they’ve done.

But no, we had to go with an affair story and the only “scandal” is that the billionaire couple doesn’t love each other. Oh wow, so spicy amirite? (Haha no)

So, why do I have this one in the “PooPoo Tier”? Seeing as I reserve that tier for books that actively anger me. TBB was originally ranked in the Stone Tier because of how little substance it had and how little emotion it evoked from me.

But as soulless and substanceless as it was, I eventually figured that it really did deserve to be in the worst list. Because it just does… everything wrong, from the very beginning. It baits us into thinking it’s a good story, only to give us a cheap affair story. It’s a rehash of previous, more mediocre Choices stories. It forces us to take it more seriously than it actually deserves. All of the characters are lackluster and empty.

Seriously, name me one thing that this story does right. I originally had this book on Stone Tier with books like Ms. Match, Slow Burn, Roommates With Benefits, and the whole TNA trilogy, but at least those books had some redeeming qualities. Heck, even all of the other books on PooPoo tier have some redeeming qualities. Surrender at least explored BDSM acts a bit and tried to normalize kink. FCL at least had some good energy with the road trip setting and all the different places the group explored. Untameable at least didn’t have toxic behaviors glorified as acceptable, heroic, or passable. Granted I still consider those books worse for how badly they fucked things up when they easily couldn’t have– they anger me because there are multiple points where they could have taken their story in a better direction but didn’t, and instead chose to make their story worse.

But TBB was pretty much doomed from the moment it confirmed we’d be romancing one of the members of the billionaire couple we’re a surrogate for. There’s no point of this story where it could have been even somewhat decent if they changed it, unless they just threw the whole thing out and started over from scratch.

And that’s why I think I can safely say, it’s among the worst.

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seongminiz · 17 days

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save me obsessed perv loser hyeongjun😫🤭

omggg okay i’m thinking like he buys you a little panty vibrator as a gift through ur site and then it arrives and ur like aww cute :) i’ll use it in a video just for u and like @ his user, but i can’t think of a good user for him but okay like ur like i’ll make u a personal video as a thank u and he responds in the comments like no ;) just wear it [insert work or school day] and think of me :) and u don’t realize but he has the remote or the app on his phone and when u wear it out ur unknowingly near him and he can control it and he edges u for a bit like that and ur like a little confused but it’s so hot and he seems to know exactly what ur body needs (of course he does, he’s an expert on u, he’s seen every second of content you’ve put out, even pays the premium membership for access to every little thing you’ve created) but he’s getting so turned on watching you suffer like that <333 that he can’t help but slip up and he like idk drops the remote out of his pocket while he’s trying to adjust his throbbing erection :((( and you catch on instantly so you take him somewhere secluded and give him everything he’s been dreaming of this whole time <333 tugging on his hair and crashing your lips into his, calling him the dirtiest names and taking back control so he’s the whimpering, blubbering mess instead of u cuz he’s been a very bad boy :(( ur gonna have to punish him (but that’s what he wants more than anything) maybe you’d even go so far as to using the little vibrator on his already leaking cock, making him cry for you to let him release but then u tell him he’s been too naughty and devious for you to just reward him in such a way… he’ll have to make it up to you sometime and maybe then you’ll give him what he wants :3

- 🧁 anon

🧁 this is so good im genuinely insane PLEASE start a cravity writing blog im begging u /hj

no bc using the vibrator on him n edging him until he cries :(( he'd be so desperate n cute n aaaaa maybe even a little bratty just bc he wants u to treat him even worse than u already r

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🧁 anon !#cravity hard hours

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bluecardigan-13 · 5 months

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Today I was so #absent minded. Cooking for my husband’s #christmas party which now caused me to miss my virtual #therapy appointment. And I don’t miss appointments!

I have been feeling so #pathetic. Such a #loser. And that as a #mom and #wife I should be doing #more of everything.

I run my #youtube channel, #take care of my cats, #make sure that my kids get to their appointments, # do all the grocery shopping, #cook dinner, #make the grocery list and #dinner menu. I make #the appointments for my husband and the kids, and myself. And yes today - I could remember my oldest son’s appointment but couldn’t remember mine! And now it’s going to cost me $119!!!!!!! I don’t have that kind of money.

What is wrong with me?! I spent 6 hrs cooking my husband’s pot contribution. Which I don’t I don’t mind cause I love to #cook. But what is wrong with me?

I keep telling myself I need to contribute more. Since I’m fully #disabled, and can’t work. I used to be a successful insurance underwriter. I used to write about $50M in premium, but I can’t remember now my therapy appointment. Pathetic.

I can’t look at myself in the mirror. What is wrong with me? Last night I got upset cause I went grocery shopping and was so disappointed that my husband didn’t like the dang yogurt I picked for him. How sad is that?

The other night I keep waking up at 2 am screaming that my dad who died in 2021 due to a massive heart attack is still alive - who used to tell me I wasn’t good enough - and that I wasn’t sick. I wake up and I start crying. And saying I’m sick. I promise I’m sick.

Yet no one believes me. It reminds me of @taylorswift’s song #antihero and the line

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

The funny thing is I NEVER look at myself in the mirror. No one would ever look at me, including me.

I need to do more and better. The upside this is what distracted me from my therapy.

Pot Stickers and Filipino Lumpia. Hey @taylorswift would you like to share some with me?

#cooking #taylor swift #therapy #therapy session #self care #self hate #anti hero #lumpia #pot stickers #im tired #chronic pain #fibromyalgia

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clonedadplo · 1 year

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Hey I'm a huge loser so I write poetry sometimes, super lame I know, anyway for some reason I felt compelled to write a poem about Sam Winchester's lack of bodily autonomy, addiction, probable orthorexia, etc.

Sorry for this tbh hah hah hah

My Brother's a Mechanic but I'm a Bad Driver

My car never ran too well to start but I’m not sure why since I’ve had it from new.

There must have been an issue during manufacturing.

I had barely had it for a few months when someone put the wrong fluid down the wrong pipe.

Oil in the coolant chamber or something.

The brakes got worn down, the oil got burnt up, the wipers started to flap.

All of that is normal I’m told so I fixed it right up and the car kept on.

The transmission started to go, my brother gave it a flush and told me not to worry.

I figured it was fussy and decided I’d take better care of it.

I only put full synthetic in it, though my brother said it didn’t need it.

It had gotten some scratches so I buffed them out.

I sealed it up with rust protectant and gave it a whole new paint job.

The radiator started to leak so my brother replaced it.

I found out I had already blown a head gasket so I put Blue Devil in to seal it up.

Turns out it just made the car overheat again.

Turns out my radiator is partially plugged into the heater core.

My uncle owns a salvage yard but I’ve used up all his extra parts for my make.

See the thing is; I really am a bad driver.

I banged the undercarriage on a speed bump and scraped a hole in the exhaust pipe.

After that I wondered if I could just give up on it but my brother said I had to keep this one.

I got hit and crushed the wheel frames and the rear bumper.

After fixing that I found out it had knocked things loose in the electrical system as well.

I ran over a downed street sign and mangled the control arm and the tire rod.

After that I didn’t want the car anymore.

I want to set it on fire. I keep putting premium oil in it anyway.

The car might just be cursed because I’m not the only one who's ruined it.

I loaned it to someone else and they nearly totalled it.

I gave it to someone who said they might be able to fix it.

I tried to get it back after they fixed most of the damage but he didn’t want to return it.

I don’t know why he would want such a tired, busted car but we got it back.

The new camshaft cracked from being put in too roughly.

I don’t want this car anymore.

It’s a good thing my uncle’s a mechanic.

It’s a great thing my brother’s a mechanic.

Unfortunately, I don’t think I should be driving much longer.

In case you can't tell I like to work on cars lmao.

Gif credits to no one cause I actually had to make my own this time to get the scenes I want. Ugh jeez, what suffering.

YT videos I used credit to: FanofSpn and Winchester's Journal.

Thanks if you read!, And sorry if was shite was kind of dumping some personal problems/struggles as well.

#supernatural #supernatural angst #sam winchester #bad poetry #bad poem #bad writing #poetry #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #spn fanfic #spn angst #spn gifs

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asameera · 2 years

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Oddworld: Code 583 - Chapter 2: Brand new job

“Hey! Wassup sucker? How was the trip to Nolybab?”

“Tell us about it! They say you can eat Gabbiar all day there!”

“Really? Oh, you lucky bastard!”

“Did you manage to steal some premium cigarettes?”

“Oh yeah! That's right, One-arm! You wouldn't have forget about your friendsies right?”

“Awwww man! I'm so jealous!”

“Hey! What did you do with the suit? We all contributed for you to have it! Not that we had a choice since it was an order from that stupid boss!”

“Hey that's right! You said you'd sell it so we could get the money back! We need it, that bastard just stiffed us out of bonuses!”

Overwhelmed with questions, 583 sighed inwardly. He would have rather forgotten about that damn journey to the Capital. Fortunately, he had already found an excuse for the suit to avoid blame from his colleagues. He had the whole trip back in the blimp to think about it.

“Ah, tell me about it, guys! That clown took this glittering stuff right away as soon as we left his appointment and just boasted about how it would fit in his private office! Too pretty for us, he said!”

A deafening din echoed through the audience as the hundred of Sligs assigned to the Zulag yelled insults in their distorted language.

“Oh that bastard!”

“Fuck him!”

“We want our Moolah!”

“Loser! Stupid boss!”

“I'm so angry! I'm gonna beat up the first slave I see!”

“YEAH!!!” they all roar in unison.

Relieved, 583 patted the barrel of his weapon affectionately, a simple rifle designed like so many others that fit perfectly in his mechanical hand. The touch reassured him, gave him a sense of power he didn't have to begin with. The idea of joining the masses to say hello to the Mudokons in the traditional way - a swift blow into the head with the butt of a gun - was appealing. It was always good to know that he and his race were not at the bottom of the heap, that there were creatures who feared them. Yes, very tempting.

But he had to admit that right now, he needed a cigarette more than anything.

As he walked the few meters that separated him from the locker room, he became aware once again of how lucky he was to live in the industrial age. Mechanics and robotics were a real blessing for them, even more so for him. The breathing masks that covered most of their faces protected their weak lungs from the black smokes of the factories. The red lenses covering their eye organs corrected their poor eyesight and gave them an intimidating appearance that scared the slaves.

Life, in its great injustice, had deprived them of legs, but thanks to the industrialists and their genius, they could walk and run in their iron pants. 583 even preferred to sleep with them, unlike most of his fellows, because he didn't like seeing the tiny khaki green tail that served no purpose, that only reminded him how pathetic he was in his natural state. Without this gift from the Cartel, they would all be crawling on the ground by sheer force of their arms, unable to rise higher than a slave's butt.

And for him, with only one arm left, prosthetics were even more essential. Whether it was to use a weapon, smoke, play cards or correct a Mudokon. And rather than feeling addicted, he was enjoying the new possibilities without question, just like everyone else.

He loved this era with wicked glee.

After his little walk, he opened his locker and grabbed his cigarette pack. With a sharp snap of the lighter, he lit his last poor-quality fag, leaned against the rusty iron and took a long, welcome puff. The smoke he blew with delight escaped from between his five appendages that constituted his snout.

“Hey sucker!”

Irritated, 583 turned his attention to a colleague who had just joined him.

“Yo. s'up, bro?" he still asked.

They had no way to tell each other apart, so he didn't recognize him. He was too far away to see his code. But he didn't care. It was a Slig, that was enough, no need to know more.

“Well I'm quite fine, yup! You on the other hand... well, I heard you've been demoted. Sorry 'bout that, bro !”

He didn't seem particularly sorry, on the contrary.

“Heh, no big deal” 583 groaned as he took another drag of nicotine. “To be fair I still don't know what my new job is.”

The other Slig stroked one of his snout appendages.

“Well, actually, I'm the one replacing you, bro. So, if you try to be logical, you are getting my job then, right?”

Interest rising with slight anxiety, 583 contorted himself so he could spot the Slig's number.

988.

He couldn't remember ever seeing a number that high since he started working at Gottlieb Industriz. The Sligs were divided into different sectors as soon as they arrived at the factory, so 583 was most often found with his colleagues in Zulag 5 - where Mr. Gottlieb had set up his main quarters - and thus he'd always been working around the numbers 500 to 599 (even though they weren't this many, his boss just loved making others believe he had a huge army under his orders). This meant that this colleague belonged to a different sector than his own, logically Zulag 9. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what this place was, or even where it was located. How many sectors were there again? He had always thought it was no more than eight.

“Okay. So what's the job then?”

“Security” 988 snickered as if he'd just announced the punchline of a bad joke.

“No kidding! We all are security guards, what d'ya think that means, sucker?”

“Yeah, but that's not exactly the same here, loser! You'll have to keep an eye on a member of the factory and make sure nothing bad happens. Basically, you're clearly going to be bored shitless! 'Cause if you go AWOL on your patrols, if you let anything bad happen, you're in for a one-way trip to our Queen!”

583 blanched with fear.

“What?!”

No one, no one wanted to be involved with the Queen. They knew almost nothing about her, few had any information. But terror was deeply embedded in their instincts when she was mentioned, so deep that they all barely restrained themselves from calling their forgotten mother for help in a primal need. No one knew why. Only one thing was certain: those who had been summoned by Her Highness had never returned. And their numbers had been given to newbies.

988 snickered even more.

“Yeah! You'll be bored to death, but you won't even have the chance to have fun with the others, or take a nap, or pass your nerves on the workforce! This job is the worst shit I've ever experienced! Well, if I can give you a piece of advice: try not to lose it on your first day and, above all, don't ever use violence on that little shit, ever! They'll know that.”

If there was any blood left in 583's face, it had just been sucked out with the rest.

“Wait a minute, wait wait wait... the guy I have to protect in other words... it's a slave?”

“Yep.”

“I got to protect a slave?!”

“Yep!”

With that, 988 offered him a wave of his hand, beaming with mockery.

“Well, good luck sucker! And thanks for your job!”

He went away, leaving 583 behind. Humiliated, the one-armed Slig crushed his last cigarette in his hand, seething with rage, and gave a violent kick in the door of his former locker.

“I hate my life!” he shouted at the top of his voice.

“Hey! Don't break my locker!” 988's distant voice shouted back.

“Shaddap!”

ooOoo

988 hadn't told him everything.

First, he had 'forgotten' to offer assistance in moving his many belongings to his new quarters.

Then he had 'forgotten' to tell him exactly where his new job was located. 583 thought he was going to have to walk the entire factory, loaded as an Elum, asking every Slig he passed for directions. He often got the same answer, like 'Zulag 9? There's no Zulag 9! You must be drunk bro!' Well, it was odd, but actually to be expected, because there was no Zulag 9 located on the old map he'd received on his first day here. From the capture station to the storage warehouses, not forgetting the filtration and decontamination areas, he snarled angrily at the black smoke that regularly spewed from the pipes.

583 didn't really know how the plant worked, it wasn't his job and that was fine with him. But for Odd's sake, was it even possible that treating water and converting it into a commodity was so toxic? Of course pure environmental water was scarce, planet Oddworld had long been contaminated, creatures like him were only safe in industrial complexes or cities privatized by the Magog Cartel. Of course, foul wastes (about more than 60% of the liquid) were burned when they reached the decontamination process, turning them into polluted smoke. Of course. But still! That was just crazy!

More than once, 583 had heard about some Sligs from other factories, who were jealous not to be able to work at Gottlieb Industriz. Because they all thought that the air was purer here, so maybe they would have had a chance to take off their mask if only for a moment, when the Glukkon boss wasn't watching.

Sweet terrifying and almighty Magog Cartel! They couldn't be more wrong!

By now, he was passing by one of the factory exits, guarded by Sligs specialized in dressage. Barkings pierced the thick air, making 583 shake with jealousy. If only he could borrow a Slog too... he'd be less bored in his next job. He could toss some wrench for it to fetch, the blind dog would find it in no time with his enhanced sense of smell... but no, of course! The two-legged hairless red hound would probably harm his protégé while they played... urgh! Just thinking about it made 583 want to vomit! And vomiting inside his mask was not especially recommended.

Once again, he asked the Sligs for directions and they looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Surprised, the dogs became slightly agitated and barked, immediately appeased by their masters.

“Ah ah ah! So you're the new nanny? Poor you!”

“We'd almost feel sorry for you! Sucks to be you, man!”

“I think I'd rather join the slaves 'round here and do their crappy job! Ya should do that, that'd be better for ya!”

“Yeah ! I swear we won't beat you up too hard !”

Finally he had found a clue on his way to hell. But rather than feeling relieved, he grew incredibly angrier with those comments.

“Shut the fuck up guys!” 583 growled as he wasn't in the mood for crappy jokes. “Just tell me where I have to go!”

Couldn't they see he was about to collapse under the stuff he was carrying on his back? The beer bottles, the many tools to adjust his prosthesis, the spare parts just in case, his weapons...everything was sticking out his makeshift bundle! Couldn't they see he was fucking tired? Of course they were aware! Of course they didn't care!

By chance they provided him guidance rather quickly and 583 realized that he would never have found it without their help, because he wasn't even aware this part of the factory existed. In fact, the right path started right behind a door. The kind of door 583 would never have thought to open. It almost reeked of danger: made entirely of rusted iron, it was strewn with barely visible traces of blood, which months of cleaning had not been able to completely remove. And on the wall around it, several signs had been hung, all giving sinister warnings:

Restricted area

Do NOT enter

Authorized staff only

Trespassers will be terminated

Thank you

Get back to work!

No wonder he couldn't remember this place! After such warnings, everyone would do their best to forget that this path existed!

A bit worried, 583 tried to push the heavy door when suddenly he was flooded with red light from above. He didn't dare make a move, trying to tell himself that it was just a scanner (and certainly not a lethal one). A few moments later, the red beam went out and a loud 'clang' echoed through the space. The door was unlocked. Reassured and anxious at the same time, the Slig entered the long dark corridor.

After that, he had to take so many elevators, alternatively rising and descending, that in the end he couldn't tell if he was above or below the ground. Then, he had to disable a number of voice identification systems for Sligs that only let him through if he spoke in his inimitable native language. It was difficult to see how another creature could get there. And it was impossible to imagine it getting out.

Actually, the Slig was seriously wondering what he was needed here for.

When he finally reached his destination after the last automatic gate opened before him, 583 found himself confronted with the last, small, tiny little detail 988 had 'forgotten' to mention.

As he struggled to keep all of his equipment in his piece of cloth, 583 tripped over a steeled wire rope too sneaky to be honest. He toppled violently forward and his entire gear flew across the room before crashing on the floor with a deafening din. Unable to regain his balance, the Slig ran toward a wrought iron pillar and smashed snout first right against it with a painful swear word. Clinging hard to the base of the black structure, he was barely regaining his senses when he heard that voice for the first time.

“Oh sweet Odds! Are you okay?”

Doing his best to chase the parasites clouding his vision, 583 looked up at the figure leaning over him. He must have hit his head really too hard because, for the first time of his life, it was like he was seeing other colors than shades of red. What was that? Was it what they called light? Whiteness? He had learned to identify colors without ever having seen them, only with red tones, but never before had he experienced this. It was bright, almost pure.

“Heuuuuaaaah... an angel ? Urgh! My head!”

“Oh, poor thing...”

It was only at this moment he suddenly realized something wasn't right. The voice didn't match anything he'd heard before. It was too soft, too high. The feeling of purity was catapulted far away to give way to an irrational panic. And when he finally saw the Mudokon he had to protect, so close, he felt his heart drop horribly.

A . fucking . female.

Again.

He leapt to his feet to look down on her while she was still crouching.

“Urgh!” He spat, finally showing his despise. “I thought those like you were on the verge of extinction! Oh well! Yer just the second one I see in less than 36 hours! Looks like that martyr status is quite exagerated!”

The female's eyes widened. She looked more startled than hurt.

“What do you mean?”

She stood up in turn, slowly, her eyes not leaving him. Then, as if something had yielded in her – caution, undoubtedly – she gripped his shoulders hard and pierced him with her pleading gaze.

“You saw another one? Where? Where is she? Is she okay?”

Caught by surprise, 583 wriggled out as he jumped backward, his feral instincts loudly screaming to hit her. He raised his hand before realizing, ready to strike, but stopped just in time, survival overtaking. That was close! He was so used to beat or kill Mudokons for less than that, he had to be careful. He didn't want to meet his Queen – and possibly his death – yet!

“Don't touch me!” He screamed. “Waddya care anyway? It's not like you can meet her and have a fucking tea party!”

Her big imploring eyes filled with tears. Her long feathered hair, a bright yellow one striped with purple, was reaching all the way to the floor quite pitifully. Her skin wasn't exactly the same as the other slaves', he could tell by the slightly darker red tone. She was rather blue than the common green. Everything about her made her look sad.

“Please... I need to know.”

Irritated, 583 pretended to think about it.

“Yeah well no. You're not supposed to talk to me so I won't answ- unless... you know what, that's okay, I'll tell you. But only if you ask as nicely as you should. So go on. Kneel before me, I wanna see your forehead touch the floor. So? I'm waiting!”

If he couldn't strike her physically, he would find another way to give her a blow. The female didn't even protest. She obeyed immediately, turning herself into a doormat before him. 583 let out a vicious sneer. It was very satisfying after all, if a little too easy. And a little weird. Usually, when he played this game with his friends, the slaves complied with a blank, resigned look. Not her. She was waiting for something, for an answer. Her eyes were far from empty. The hope deep inside was almost gut wrenching.

It was so strange. What was the point for her to know?

“Please” she whispered in hope and dispair.

Under his mask, 583 gave her a cunning smirk.

“Veeeeeery good!” He mocked her in a patronizing tone. “See, it wasn't that hard. Fine then. I've met her not so long ago in Nolybab, in a crappy store. My imb... humble and generous boss wanted to meet her so she could read his glorious future or something like that.”

Even now, she was still carefully honoring the floor with her forehead.

“Was... was she the owner?

“Tsk ! 'Course not! Don't be stupid, yer not allowed to work for yourselves, even down there! It's a paint can looking Glukk' who's the boss. She's just his property, obviously!”

“So she's just a fortune teller?”

“Yeah, well I don't think it... er... yeah yeah exactly. What else?”

He had to watch his mouth. In this dark room, maybe there were some cameras he hadn't spotted yet. Perhaps it was how they knew if she'd be injured or not. Why though? Well, it didn't really matter, but if they could see and hear everything, if Gottlieb was aware of everything, 583 couldn't allow himself to insult or question his master. Even if he wanted to!

In front of him, the lower being straightened herself. The hope in her eyes was gone.

“I see. Thank you.”

He didn't understand why, but she looked even sadder than before.

“Er... yeah. So you see, no tea party with her or whatever.”

She nodded silently, spacing out.

“Mmm. I was just hoping she was like me. But if you speak the truth... that means she's sterile.”

The Slig tilted his head.

“Well yep. Wait a sec, you're not ?”

A bitter smile, a slight shake of the head. Every gesture was full of melancholy.

“No. The industrialists didn't manage to wipe us all. The land they poisoned spared more than they thought, even if many of them became sterile. As their disguised methods did not work completely as they wished, they attacked us head-on, demanding total submission. Those who refused... they...”

She was barely able not to cry.

“I could only escape this tragic fate by making a pact with them. I gave myself up entirely on the condition that they would not harm my future children, that they would find a place for them in the world they would build... or destroy, that's quite the same for me.”

Then, looking down, she shook her head.

“I was just hoping I wasn't the only one.”

583 absent mindedly scratched the top of his head, fighting a desire to sleep.. He didn't understand what she was blabbering about. Why would she complain when it was just the way things worked? What was the point of fighting against the industry that ruled Mudos? It was bringing in more than it was taking away, the sacrifices were paltry compared to the progress and pleasures made possible. They weren't destroying the world, they were just bringing it to the next level. He didn't like those who questionned such a simple thing.

No wonder why the Mudokons, fervent worshippers of nature, couldn't be better than slaves. All they had to do was just stop dreaming and accept that times had changed. But they couldn't even get that.

“Heh, no need to worry! They'll sure give 'em the place they deserve. They'll have security, a roof over their heads, a proper job and meals. All they need to live a healthy life!”

He had to restrain himself from laughing when she seemed a little relieved, unaware of his irony. This female must not have known the details of the living conditions of her kind. Had she ever left this room once?

“Hey! How long have you been here anyway?”

“A while I must say.”

Before continuing, 583 spotted a pile of cushions spread out on a bed and judged that he could comfortably settle in without risking anything.

“Me too, it's been a while I've been sent in this factory” he stated, lounging between the pillows. “But I've never heard anything 'bout you.”

The female moved slowly through the place and, noticing one of the scattered mechanical parts, she crouched to study it with care.

“I suppose my presence must not be disclosed too much” she ventured while testing the weight of the metal. “The Glukkon who brought me here – sir Gottlieb, right? – assured he would give my children a better future here than if I were sent to one of the brooders in Nolybab. He also said that our agreement should not be made public or I would be in trouble. That must be the reason.”

She stopped in front of each piece, observed them with the same intensity before piling them in her arms. While watching her out of the corner of his eye, the Slig nodded for himself.

“In short, he's going to gain a hell of a lot of free workforce clandestinely.”

He had spoken very quietly to himself, so she didn't hear anything.

“But I thought at least his subordonates would be aware” she added.

583 shrugged and stretched lazily.

“Pah. As long as he's paying us, we couldn't care less about what he's up to. We just do our job and that's all.”

“So your job is all about keeping an eye on me? Just like the one who was here before you?”

The Slig snorted as he remembered 988's smug attitude.

“Guess so” he groaned.

“This is pointless. I'm not planning to run away.”

Once again, he shrugged.

“Well, looks like my boss doesn't trust you. It doesn't matter if it's useless, you're missing the point. He pays, we obey. That's all.”

The female was about to answer but he didn't let her.

“So you're a fertile one you say? Is it coming soon?”

He was surprised when he heard her feeble incredulous laugh. Even that weak, the sound was able to change the atmosphere around her ever so subtly.

“Sweet Odds, of course not ! Look at me, I still haven't entered my metamorphosis state.”

“Er... what?”

“The process can take a long time to start. And once it's triggered I might have to wait for years until I finally reach the optimal condition to give life.”

“Years?!” He choked.

583 felt like banging his head against the wall so hard! He certainly wouldn't have to stick with her for all this time, would he?

“But... how... how is it this long?”

“That depends on the individuals. On species too. For instance I know that it took two years for Skillya to prepare her body envelop. On the other hand, it took only a few months after for her to begin giving birth.

“Wh-what? Who?”

Something bad was happening right now. He felt like burning, as if a giant vice-like grip was tightening around him. His skull began to thob painfully as something fuzzy was trying to take shape. Something very far crawling, swarming like a bug, slowly comin closer and closer with each passing second.

“Skillya. She's your...”

“STOP!”

A beer bottle exploded right above the female's head. She screamed and protected herself with her own arms. The mechanical parts fell on the grey iron sheets once again. 583 had jumped on his feet and thrown the first thing he'd found at her. Rage and terror had overwhelmed him without warning. In the thick silence that followed, the crawling thing returned in the shadows of his mind and gradually faded into nothingness. The Slig didn't know what it was, and he certainly didn't want to know.

He had to calm down. He tried to think about something else. His next cigarette. A brand new equipment. A huge bonus. So huge it would make his pals die with envy.

“I'm sorry...” she whispered.

Slig Barracks. The training. Yes, that was good times. Weapon training, the shooting contests. The jokes and the bets with his old friends. The classic targets, the moving targets. The living targets. The daily yelling from the Glukkon in charge, General Dripik, his completely dumb warnings ('All violators of the regulations will be shot, then court-martialed!'). The technology, the engineering and its possibilities. His new members, the joy he felt as he discovered how good it was to trample over the ground. His legs. The myriad of tents hastily pitched between forests of pipes, lost in the polluted green mist. Pollution was nothing, he was above the pollution, he couldn't care less. His mask. The feel of the trigger under his finger. The sadistic pleasure at the simple thought of shooting something. Like he had been taught so well. The feeling of superiority, finally. Being above someone else, being the one who could decide if someone would live or die. His arm.

Every Slig was sent there to grow, to become standart-compliant. Before that... he didn't remember what happened before that. Maybe it wasn't worth remembering.

A small rumble disturbed his concentration. 583 blinked and turned his red visor toward the female who had cowered in a corner, making herself as small as possible as if she wanted to melt into the wall. Her face was filled with anguish and her hands were trying to hide her flat belly.

The Slig sighed heavily.

“Stop this, I won't do anything to your tadpole stragglers.”

“It... it's not... it's nothing, really.”

She was trying to smile although she was on the verge of tears. A moment later, another rumbling sound was heard and she patted her stomach hastily, uttering an almost inaudible “hush”.

“Ah I see, yer just hungry. Eat then!”

“I... I'll be fine...”

Exasperated, 583 pulled on his legs and stomped toward her in a calculated shift. The sharp agressive move made her wince and whimper.

“Okay, what's your fucking problem then? Spit it out and stop fucking bothering me!”

“But I... there's no food here and... and I can't go out... I thought you... well, I thought you knew... y-you're the one who have to...”

The Slig slapped his forehead with his remaining palm. The word “nanny” just made terrible sense now.

“Oddammit...”

They were right. It would have been better if he'd just accepted to do the same crappy job the slaves did. At least he wouldn't have fallen so low as to be a slave's lackey, providing for her basic needs. It wasn't different from being at her service!

What a pain! Could this be even more humiliating?

“I hate my life!” he groaned between his teeth as he made his way to the exit. “Fine, I'll bring you back a nice big full menu, Your Shitty Highness! Fuck a duck!”

He stormed out in rage, ignoring the pathetic cries from the future Queen behind him.

ooOoo

Thank you for reading chapter 2 ! I’m still rather new here so I don’t really know how this works, but seeing people and amazing artists taking interest in what I put here is making my heart bounce with joy! ^w^

I really hope you enjoy this story!

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stickyspeckledlight · 22 days

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robbery #2

I’ve been undetected for awhile now, so it is safe to go back to my hideout. I’m starving now but after that disgusting soda I think that eating anything I stole from that loser is a death sentence. I’ll just pawn it off or use it to bribe some kid. I’m not above using child labor.

anyways, robbery is pretty hard work, so even a hardened and dope ass criminal like me needs to relax and unwind. And look at what the loser had that I took

never heard of this game but it looks amazinggggggg. Plus the loser must’ve got it recently if it’s still wrapped! Ha! I get to be the first one to play! Let’s pop this bitch in

Dammnnnn coming in strong with the tumblr sexyman. No clue what’s going on but game is automatic 10/10 if we can bang this dude. ….what are these controls. Why are jump button do everything button. Wut. Wut going on. I’ve seen some shit in my life but I dunno abt this one

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE IM NOT PLAYING THIS STUPID ASS GAME ANYMORE. I DUNNO WHATS GOING ON AND I AINT STICKING AROUND WITH THIS SHITTY ASS GAMEPLAY. THE TUMBLR SEXYMAN IS A LIE. A LIE SAY. WHAT SORRY EXCUSE OF ENTERTAINMENT DID THIS LOSER SUBJECT THEMSELVES WTF AND WHY DID I HAVE TO ROB THEM AND NOT THE OTHER HOUSE???????!!!!!!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK EVERYTHING EVER

ok well at least I can just sell it on eBay or something. Can’t sell it for a premium anymore since I’ve taken the plastic off but it should get me at least ten bucks

wait why are they all five bucks. I CANT EVEN BUY A BURGER WITH THAT MONEY. At least this shit game sells for shit but GODDAMMIT ITS BEEN A LONG DAY AND YOURE TELLING ME I CANT EVEN GET A CHEAP ASS BURGER AFTER I SUFFERED THROUGH THIS???!!!!! you know I’m starting to think everything is cursed. I dunno about this loser’s phone anymore

#yar har har

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thetruthaboutnolan · 1 month

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HAVE YOU SEEN THE STALKER FREAK OUT?

Yep and it’s hilarious. Been given permission to state this as well. It’s known that the stalker fan spread how that rpc home truths blog was Nolan and how they ‘wrote just like Nolan’ and how ‘Nolan has a very distinctive writing style’. What always made this laughable was that the three people that ran that blog were using ai to write the posts. Originally, they would write posts themselves then people freaked out when one of them told off someone for trivializing people with suicidal ideology. So as they stated, they would make a post then run it in ChatGPT telling it to rewrite it in the style of a 20 year old with slight attitude. And after posting what it gave they would freak out how ‘OMG THATS JUST LIKE HOW NOLAN WRITES ITS SO DISTINCTIVE!!!!’

Unless you think Nolan has always been ChatGPT now that would be an interesting theory.

HAVE YOU OR ANYONE TROLLS WITH THE ALIAS?

Oh big time. The original Nolan themselves has a server that’s basically the hub for his groups and ‘linked’ groups that friends and such make of the same genres and they all share members and all that. They are more popular on jcink sites than tumblr groups. Anyway, there is a section of it you can opt into viewing that is devoted to the drama these Karen’s make.

In it, he gives access to a ‘premium’ ChatGPT account that has 6 or so chats in it. All the chats are basically the same. Analyzing and break down such and such writing style, remember these details, and analyze future messages in this chat to compare them to the writing style and give an example to make it more accurate if needed. And to leave out the flowery poetic language ai tends to always use.

After that each of them are different versions of how he writes, his rants, his ‘business like talk’ and how he takes OOC. The other two are dedicated to how he writes two specific characters and the other to another person’s writing style.

And he says to go ahead and use it to write whatever be it applications, anons, posts, as someone on discords etc etc. out of everyone that does this for the lulz, maybe like 1/8 of them have been ‘omg my god this is Nolan’ and the rest have literally been told how people love their writing and have used it to write entire applications, all their posts, all the messages they send on the OOC discords. And no one has caught on that it’s ai or artificial Nolan.

It’s so much fun.

Which is something I don’t think the stalker fans understand. You had a guy who was just being themselves and 99% of a group liked them and the 1% on a few groups that didn’t went crazy on them. Then they went quiet and just would post and stick to talking one or two people and that’s it. They did nothing to make drama or seek it, when it hit they even would just let it roll of their back and let it hopefully die. Now he’s done with it and arranged for a server filled with people that range from 20 - 40 where a small number of us love pranks and will troll when bored if we think you earned it. And they provided us with an ai that will do everything but send the text for us. And they go off in the sunset enjoying themselves without needing to worry someone might freak out on them.

It’s likely some might have used it maliciously, it’s discouraged but you can’t control something that’s openly given out. Especially when the person that provided it has spent the last 4 months living as another alias and doing what they can to muddle the ‘it’s Nolan’ waters and being his normal self whose nothing like what the stalker fans wanna claim.

WHAT ABOUT THE STALKER BLOGS?

What about them? I’m sorry, you’re irrelevant if you have to hate view this blog. You guys got blacked and still freak out within an hour of a post going up here but are blocked. If you gotta sign out then sign in to another account or keep a different account logged on in another device on a different blog to view this one. Then you’re doing too much and already lost.

Loser.

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bahamutgames · 1 year

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Games Played in 2022

New year, new list of games I played LAST year! Once again I’m honestly pretty embarrassed by how much I bought this year. This was another year where I was very stressed out, particularly by work. And so I took a lot of commission and work breaks, then got more stressed, then stress bought more games. And what I’m getting at is that I started 2023 pretty fucking broke. But A) I’m about to be more broke cause I haven’t bought anything from the Steam Winter Sale and B) That just means I need to reopen commissions and work SUPER hard to get enough money to spend crazy amounts again.

For context, when I buy like a bajillion games at once it is me taking advantage of sales. So I’m not like, spending $60 on each of these games individually. Regardless, you can see the list under the readmore!

Key

Present - Game was given to me by someone else

Gift - I gave the game to someone else, but I can still play that copy

Free - I got the game for free

Preorder - I preordered it, obviously

And as always I only put games on here that I played for the first time or had the intention of beating for the first time or reached a big milestone in for the first time. I won’t include Mario Kart 8 for example, I played it a lot this year. But I played it a lot last year too.

Games purchased in 2022

Spookware (PC)

Kor (PC)

Don't Give Up: A Cynical Tale (PC)

Chicory: A Colorful Tale (PC)

Kaze and the Wild Masks (PC)

Carrie's Order Up (PC)

Ara Fell: Enhanced Edition (PC)

Jak 3 (PS2)

Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal (PS2)

Kingdom Hearts 2 (PS2)

Lost Odyssey (Xbox 360)

What the Golf? (Switch)

Bonito Days (Switch) Gift

Nintendo Switch Online - Family

Itch.io - Bundle for Ukraine

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Booster Course Pass (Switch)

8-bit Adventures: The Forgotten Journey (PC)

Titankin: Prologue (PC)

Viola The Heroine's Melody (PC)

Virgo Versus the Zodiac (PC)

Sludge Life (PC)

The Henry Stickman Collection (PC)

Moving Out (PC)

Squidlit (PC)

Kero Blaster (PC)

RPG TIME: The Legend of Wright (Xbox One)

Xbox Game Pass Ultimate - 1 Month

Super Meat Boy (Xbox One) - Free

Dadish 3 (PC)

Miles & Kilo (PC)

The Longest Five Minutes (PC)

Mandinga - A Tale of Banzo (PC)

Super Squidlit (PC)

Get In The Car, Loser! (PC)

Go! Go! PogoGirl (PC)

Shadows of Adam (PC)

Haven Park (PC)

Dino Galaxy Tennis (PC)

Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy (PC)

Osteoblasts (PC)

Buck Up And Drive! (PC)

Artifact Adventure (PC)

Cat Powered UFO (PC)

qomp (PC)

UNDER NIGHT IN-BIRTH ExeLate[cl-r] (PC)

Indie Bundle for Abortion Funds (PC)

Florence (Android)

Spark the Electric Jester 3 (PC)

Anton Ball Deluxe (Switch)

Sushi Striker: The Way of The Sushido (3DS)

Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS (3DS) - I wanted a physical copy :')

Enchanted Arms (360)

Batsu Maru (PC) Present

Stranger of Paradise : Final Fantasy Origin (Xbox One) Present

Stardew Valley (PC) Present

Demon Turf (PC) Present

Here Comes Niko! (PC) Present

Tekken 7 Definitive Edition (PC)

Marvel vs Capcom: Infinite Deluxe Edition + Premium Costume Pass (PC)

Chocobo GP (Switch)

Floogen (Switch) Free

The Big Catch - Kickstarter

Beeny (PC)

An NPC's Odyssey (Switch)

Glyph (PC)

Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope (Switch) Preordered

Sonic Frontiers (Xbox One) Preordered

Hotwheels Unleashed + GOTY Upgrade Pack (Switch) Gift

Xbox Gamepass PC - 1 month

Journey of the Broken Circle (Switch) - Free

Stitchy in Tooki Trouble (Switch)

Duck Quacky (Switch)

Mahou Senshi Cosplay Club - Kickstarter

This Way Madness Lies (PC)

Mario Party Superstars (Switch) Gift

Alba: A Wildlife Adventure (PC)

Bot Vice (PC)

Earthlock (PC)

Evoland: Legendary Edition (PC)

Garden Gaurdian (PC)

GRIS (PC)

LiEat (PC)

METAGAL (PC)

Paradise Marsh (PC)

Romeow: In the Cracked World (PC)

Rotund Zero (PC)

Kitsune Zero (PC)

Toem (PC)

Toodee & Topdee (PC)

WarioWare: Get It Together! (Switch) Present

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cowabunga Collection (Xbox One) Present

Tales of Symphonia (PC) Present

Tales of Berseria (PC) Present

Tales of Zestiria (PC) Present

Tales of Arise (PC) Present

Tales of Vesperia (PC) Present

Megaman Legacy Collection (Switch)

Megaman Legacy Collection 2 (Switch)

Games beaten in 2022

Kaze and the Wild Masks (PC) - True Ending

A Hat in Time (PC)

Hylics (PC)

Pupperazzi (PC) - 100% Complete

Spookware (PC) - Episode 1

Guilty Gear: The Missing Link (PS1) - Sol's Arcade Mode (replayed) - Baiken Boss fight

Astrodogs (PC)

Carrie's Order Up (PC)

Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories (GBA) Emulated - Sora Story + Reverse/Rebirth

Petal Crash (PC) - Ore Kid (Easy+Normal) (Final Boss + Hidden Boss), Lilibri, Yosoti Story (Easy)

What the Golf? (Switch) - 100%

Sonic and Sega Allstars Racing (PC) - All Cups (Beginner)

Sonic & Allstars Racing Transformed (PC) - World Tour

Sly 3: Honor Among Thieves (PS2)

Jak 3 (PS2)

Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal (PS2)

Kingdom Hearts 2 (PS2)

Mail Mole (PC)

Darkstalkers: The Night Warriors (Arcade) Emulated - Lord Raptor Arcade

Vampire Savior (Arcade) Emulated - Hsien-Ko Arcade

Vampire Savior 2 (Arcade) Emulated - Q-Bee Arcade

Waku Waku 7 (Arcade) Emulated - Arina Arcade

King of Fighters 2003 (Arcade) Emulated - Blue Mary+Tizoc+Malin Arcade

Sonic the Hedgehog (Genesis) Emulated - All Emeralds - Replayed

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (Genesis) Emulated - All Emeralds - Replayed

Sonic the Hedgehog 3 & Knuckles (Genesis) Emulated - All Emeralds + Super Emeralds

Sonic CD (PC) - All Time Stones - Replayed

Sonic Mania (PC) - All Emeralds - Replayed

Sludge Life (PC) - All Endings - 100% Complete

Lost Odyssey (Xbox 360)

Henry Stickmin Collection (PC) - All Endings + Fails

Squidlit (PC)

Congo's Caper (Switch)

To the Moon (PC)

Bugsnax (Xbox One)

Breath of Death VII (PC)

NiGHTS into Dreams (PC) Claris + Elliot endings

Super Meat Boy (Xbox One)

Dadish 3 (PC)

TMNT Shredder's Revenge (Xbox One)

Viola: The Heroine's Melody (PC) - True Ending

Toree Genesis (PC) - All Gems

qomp (PC)

Final Fantasy 1 (PS1)

UNDER NIGHT IN-BIRTH ExeLate[cl-r] (PC) - Hyde's Arcade Mode - Normal (Mika + Nanase Arcade - Easy)

Pokemon Red (Gameboy) - Emulated

Super Squidlit (PC)

Florence (Android)

Super Mario Sunshine - Replayed

Dragon Quest 1 (SNES) - Emulated

Miles & Kilo (PC)

Go! Go! Pogogirl! (PC)

Spark the Electric Jester 3 (PC)

Buck Up And Drive! (PC) - Unlocked Everything

SPEEDCAT (PC)

Splatoon 3 (Switch)

Tales of Phantasia (PS1) Emulated

Pac-Man World (PS1) Emulated

Batsumaru (PC)

Stranger of Paradise : Final Fantasy Origin (Xbox One)

Chocobo GP (Switch) - Story Mode

Halo: Combat Evolved (Xbox) - 2 Player Campaign

Everhood (PC)

Super Bomberman R (Switch)

Beeny (PC) - All Speed Medals

Cthulhu Saves the World (PC)

Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope (Switch)

Journey of the Broken Circle (Switch)

Bloody Roar (PS1) - Yugo Arcade

Sonic Frontiers (Xbox One)

Bloody Roar: Primal Fury (Gamecube) - Yugo Arcade (I had to beat Cronos on the easiest difficulty BUT I DID DO THE REST OF THE ARCADE ON NORMAL, I HATE CRONOS!!)

Stitchy in Tooki Trouble (Switch)

This Way Madness Lies (PC) - 100% (I think?)

Romeow: In the Cracked World (PC) - 100%

Garden Gaurdian (PC) - All Trials

WarioWare: Get It Together! (Switch)

Eastward (PC)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Cowabunga Collection (Xbox One) - All games

Games played in 2022

The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Switch)

Spelunky 2 (PC)

Wind Jammers 2 (PC)

Room to Grow (PC)

Lethal League (PC)

One Finger Death Punch 2 (PC)

Pumped BMX Pro (PC)

Bonito Days (Switch)

Elden Ring (Xbox One)

King of Fighters 2000/2001/2002 (Arcade) Emulated

Rage of the Dragons (Arcade) Emulated

Moving Out (PC)

Floppy Knights (Xbox One)

The Pedestrian (Xbox One)

Ninja Gaiden Sigma (Xbox One)

Psychonauts 2 (Xbox One)

Fallguys (Switch)

Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy (PC)

Rampaging (PC)

Super Monkey Ball Sakura Edition (Mobile)

Cooking Mama Let's Cook (Mobile)

M.Duck (Mobile)

Classic Runescape (PC)

Floogen (Switch)

You Suck At Parking (PC)

Rotund Zero (PC)

Games Demoed in 2023

A Little To The Left (PC) - Demo

Kao The Kangaroo (PC) - Demo

Gigabash (PC) - Demo

Neon White (PC) - Demo

Hellpie (PC) - Demo (was too gross to even finish the demo lmao)

Tower Princess (PC) - Demo

Tinykins (PC) - Demo

Battlecakes (PC) - Demo

8-BIT Adventures 2 (PC) - Demo

Daydream: Legend of the Eschelons (PC) - Demo

PARTY RUSH!! (PC) - Demo

Multiversus (PC) - Demo

Kirby and the Forgotten Land (Switch) - Demo

The Good Life (Xbox One)

Ori and the Will of the Wisps (Xbox One)Anton Blast (PC) - DemoAnton Ball Lite (PC) - Demo

Indie Rumble (PC) Demo

Soda Powered Penguin (PC) Demo

Garbage Girl Louise (PC) Demo

Scratchin' Melodii (PC) Demo

Rad Venture (PC) Demo

Berserk Boy (PC) Demo

Broc Crocodile (PC) Demo

Brok the Investigator (PC) Demo

And there you have it! Everything I played throughout the year. I’m sure it’s missing some stuff but it’s good enough for me. Now you all can see the weird shit I spent actual money on like Duck Quacky. I know I’m like the only person who shares the lists of games they play but I write these every year because I will genuinely forget everything I played if I don’t, and I figure it’s just a fun extra thing to share at the end of the year. Please don’t judge my monetary decisions too much. I swear I’m feeding my family too! You gotta believe me!

As for this year? I’m hoping to spend less on games in 2023, which seems to be an impossible goal for me. It would be easier if games stopped going on sale for so cheap all the time. Maybe I need to get an even more expensive hobby so I can’t afford to buy anything for it (ha). But also there are a lot of games I own that I’m planning on playing this year. Obviously I want to continue chipping through my steam and itchio games. I want to continue my playthroughs of all mainline Final Fantasy, Pokemon, Dragon Quest, and Tales of games. But there’s some new stuff I also have my mind on this year. Classic Megaman, God of War, I’d like to make some time to play Enchanted Arms and Legend of Kay. And in general I’d like to play a lot more BIG games if possible. Games with bigger stories that are larger RPGs. I played a lot of RPGs this year but a lot of them were smaller or older. I’d like to play some meater RPGs this year.

That’s that for this year, here’s to another wonderful year full of video games and good times and money for everyone! Happy New Years and stay safe, y’all!

#2022 #games played

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nari-nim · 4 years

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forever anticipating

“hi i don't know if your requests are open but if they are can you write an scenario in which hyunsuk sets jihoon and y/n on a blind date? fluffy? btw do you think he would kiss on the first date?”

aww anonie this is the cutest request! time for some SOFT JIHOON HOURS! To answer your question, I think Jihoon is highly intuitive and can read body language well so he will use that to inform his decision whether or not to go for the kiss! If his date is down, he will not hesitate. I hope you enjoy the direction I took :) lmk what you think!! 💓

This is how Jihoon secretly looks at you when you aren’t looking during your date. gif credit goes to @khaly-no

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

warnings: none, this FLUFFY

word count: 1.8k

— the dorms —

Video game night was in full swing and it has never been louder in the dorms. Jeongwoo screeched over the sound of six other members’ simultaneous bickering. Meanwhile, Asahi decided now was the perfect time hit whoever blinked with a couch pillow. Normally, Hyunsuk wouldn’t have tolerated this level of rowdiness under his roof. But he was busy. He sat quietly on the far end of the sofa tapping furiously into his phone, a sly smile plastered across his features.

“Hey, Jihoon—oh my god,” Hyunsuk said, his smile melting as soon as he looked up. The chaos activated his leader (mother) mode. “Jihoon-Jeongwoo get down. Jeongwoo, please. Haruto, wait--Junkyu-Junkyu- ASAHI”

Asahi stopped. The rest followed suit.

The room turned to normal levels of volume, and Hyunsuk was able to try again.

“Jihoon, come here.” Jihoon perked up from his Mashiho impersonation, and got up to join Hyunsuk.

“Bro, you should join us. Junghwan is killing it, you don’t want to miss his true maknae on top moment.” (He’s actually not, the beloved super king cow king baby is getting crushed by Haruto every round). Jihoon slid next to Hyunsuk, glancing at his phone screen. “What are you...”

Hyunsuk flashed him a cheeky smile and hid what he was working on for the past half hour.

“You’re going on a blind date tomorrow.”

“No way, this feels somewhat illegal. Tell me more.”

“Her name is y/n and I met her through a mutual friend. They go to uni together and we met at that hangout I went to last weekend. Park Jun, she is exactly your type. You gotta trust me on this one.”

Jihoon blinked at him, for once without a witty remark. Jihoon squinted at Hyunsuk, and chuckled in disbelief. Reality was hitting him and logic does not like that shit eating grin on Hyunsuk’s face.

“Hyunsuk, you’re setting me up? You, really? This is actually happening? Right before our flight to Japan?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow early morning at the Han River. You’ll have a few hours before we head over to Incheon.”

Jihoon ruffled his hair and sat back into the couch. He sucked in a breath. Hyunsuk frowned, “you don’t want to? Sorry man, I really thought your vibes would’ve matched and-“

“Oh no no, hyung, I’m just...worried since we’re going to promote in Japan for the next two weeks and our schedules are so busy. It might end up hurting us both,” Jihoon confessed. “And it’s been forever since I last been on a date.”

“Nah I think you’re worrying way too much in advance. The policy is chill now and, hey, who can say no to waiting a few weeks for those abs,” Hyunsuk reassured.

“Oh right, I’m going to flash my abs the fifth minute in,” Jihoon said sarcastically. He did make a mental note, though, because if you really are that cute? He’ll need that Plan G.

“Here, I’ll text you the address now. You better not flake and make me look bad.”

“HEY! What are you guys WHISPERING about!” Jeongwoo said, looking at them suspiciously. Simultaneously, the nonactive players of the game whipped their heads to stare at the pair.

“Nothing, the grownups are talking” Jihoon joked, dramatically nodding and shooting thumbs up at Hyunsuk. Jihoon left the resulting hysterics and sound of Hyunsuk cackling behind for the comforts of his room where he checked his buzzing phone. Turns out, Hyunsuk had attached the pictures of you, figuring he would give Jihoon that peace of mind (and a way to find you tomorrow) under the instructions.

Holy shit.

Jihoon eyes widened. You are exactly his type. Jihoon couldn’t stop staring at your smiling features. The soft smile that colored his features never left his face for the rest of the night.

He couldn’t wait.

— Han River —

Wow ok, this is slightly worse than evaluation days, Jihoon decided, nervously kicking a small pebble around on the dusty road.

“Hey, Jihoon?”

Jihoon froze for a millisecond and turned around to face you.

You looked ethereal in the early morning sun. The light reflected off your lovely features, illuminating the kind glow of your smile. Jihoon made another mental note to treat Hyunsuk to dinner once they land in Japan.

“The one and only. Y/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon loved hearing his name coming from your lips. Which were so pretty and pink and—

Jihoon cleared his throat. “Likewise.” After a small pause, “Is there anything you would like to do in particular while we get to know each other?”

You laughed, the sound music to Jihoon’s ears. He wants to hear that all the time now, he decided.

“I actually really like taking pictures of random beautiful things that pique my interest! Maybe we can just go for a walk and explore what we find beautiful about the Han River?”

“Perfect,” Jihoon smiled widely, which somehow grew when he noticed the blush in your cheeks.

And that’s how you two somehow went from exchanging detailed introductions to sharing hobbies to discussing life goals and values, all while snapping amazing scenery pics. This developed into a made up game of taking the best picture, judged entire on a subjective and nondemocratic point system. The winner gets uncontested glory and a copy of all the photos of the loser’s captured moments.

“HAHA, y/n I just got the spiciest photo of these golden bell flowers over this ledge!”

“What, how??” You whipped around from trying to make some daisies look aesthetic. The competitive side of you was taking over.

“I guess it’s one of the perks of being taller,” Jihoon said, hopping down the said six foot tall ledge he spent the last few minutes scaling. He dusted his pants off carefully and flashed you his eye smile. In a singsong voice, he said, “and one of those perks is winning this game~”

Yeah you were not about to risk a broken arm for that picture. “Okay, fine, but show it to me?”

“Nuh uh.” He flashed you the picture in one second bursts, having the best time teasing you.

Jihoon paused. He got so comfortable with you in the last hour that he just teased you like he does with the other Treasure members. His worries were interrupted at the adorable sight of you giggling. He internally sighed of relief.

“NuH uH,” you mimicked backed at him, reaching for his phone.

Jihoon quickly yanked his phone above his head, dramatically leaned his body so it was out of your reach. Surprised, you tried to change course. But in the spur of the moment, the momentum carried you just a tad too far. You bump slightly into his chest. Jihoon instinctively grabbed at you to prevent you from losing your balance further, his hands falling on your waist. His large hands felt so warm through the fabric, his breath brushing as the top of your forehead. You were so close.

His eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. For a second, your eyes meet. You wonder if he can hear the thundering in your chest.

Jihoon quickly let go and took a step back, slightly bowing at you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to grab you like that!”

You could tell your face was absolutely flushed at this point, but you made a show of brushing off your outfit and stuck your nose in the air, “as long as you don’t have cooties.”

“Ooh,” Jihoon winced. “I definitely do. Exclusive, premium, limited edition cooties.”

You laughed, thankful he didn’t press you on the obvious blush. Although it’s not like his face was any better.

“Hey, y/n,” Jihoon said, pulling you out of your internal monologue. “This might be about it for the date. My phone has actually been blowing up with reminders to get back.”

Oh, You tried to hide the sadness in your face. The few hours you spent together seemed to fly by so fast, and you definitely longed for more. Within the span of the date, he showed just how incredible he is—unyielding dedication to his dreams, selfless outlooks on life, and a kind, hilarious and loving personality that felt like sunshine on a rainy day.

Jihoon noticed the quiet pause, and softly asked, “May I walk you home?”

You let out an airy laugh. “Not unless you want to walk 45 minutes in one direction and an hour in the other, Park Jihoon. It’s okay, I’ll take the subway!”

“Right, right,” Jihoon chuckled. You guys reached an intersection leading pedestrians away from the river sidewalk. The signs pointed to your destinations in opposite directions, which felt too meta for your taste.

Jihoon turned to face you.

“You know, golden bell flowers means anticipation in flower language.” He looked the most serious he has ever been all morning.

You mustered yourself to look into his eyes.

“That’s suitable, Jihoon, because I anticipate for you to call me as soon as you safely land and are available.”

“Deal.”

Numbers and addresses (for postcards, he claims) were exchanged.

“Jihoon, I had an amazing time today.” You said, suddenly feeling shy again. A part of you wished you could walk him back, but that would attract unwanted attention.

“Me too, y/n. Thanks for waking up so early to spend all this time with me.” Jihoon said, the tone of his voice so soft and genuine.

He shifted a little closer, eyes flickering to your lips.

Your eyes widened.

He leaned in and gently rested his hand against the back of your head. His eyes searched yours, asking.

Oh my god, yes please. You drew even closer in answer, eyes fluttering shut.

Jihoon closed the distance. His lips gently pressed into yours, completing a perfect puzzle. The kiss was was warm, sweet and heartfelt. Your lips gently moved against each other, before you pulled slightly away for air. As your foreheads rested against each together, a warm wave unfurled in your chest.

Just a little more, you thought. Jihoon seemed to agree as you both lean in again, this time the kiss far less hesitant. Your hands rest against his chest while he cups your face with his. Jihoon pulled back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His phone was aggressively ringing, you realize.

“I’ll see you, y/n.”

“I’ll anticipate you, Jihoon.”

He watched your retreating figure for a bit before he headed back to the dorm, giddy with joy.

— your home —

A few days later, a package arrived. It was from Jihoon. Your heart raced.

He never mentioned anything about this in his calls, you excitedly thought.

You slowly pulled out the contents, marveling at each one. A picture of the Han River reflecting the morning light. A dozen of printed photos he somehow took of you that day (you laughing at something you took, looking off into the river, and crouching over vegetation). A polaroid of him in the hotel room, “you better be missing me so damn hard” it captioned. You chuckled, touched by his gift.

You were about to close the envelope until you realized there’s still one item left. You reached in. And you gasped.

A golden bell flower, pressed by hand.

#treasure #jihoon #treasure jihoon #treasure jihoon fluff #requested #treasure jihoon scenarios #treasure fluff #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure park jihoon #park jihoon fluff #treasure x reader

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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Genjiden~Eternal Contract Story Event~Ibuki Premium END

Ibuki-sama and Akihito-san takes me to Yasuchika-san's mansion.

In a dimly lit room, a dark-haired man with a painful-looking wound was fast asleep.

(So this is Yasuchika-san.)

Yoshino: "Akihito-san, Ibuki-sama. Can I start?"

Akihito: "Anytime."

Ibuki: "Yeah."

I sit down beside Yasuchika-san. But then suddenly, Ibuki-sama's hand was placed on my back.

For some reason, I felt relieved to see the hand that's going to be used to stun me, so as not to drain Akihito-san's life force.

Ibuki: "I did say not be afraid of anything, but aren’t you little afraid of me? When we first met, you went pale and ran away."

Yoshino: "...You might be right."

(But now, I don't feel scared at all.)

I looked down gently at my hands.

This hand, which had been trembling earlier, still remembered the warmth of Ibuki-sama's hand that had calmed it.

Yoshino: "Ibuki-sama might be an evil person like he said, but I know he'll keep his word once he's made up his mind."

Ibuki: "......!"

Akihito-san smiled and gave his shoulder a nudge, while Ibuki-sama was still under the afterglow from my words.

Akihito: "You lost, Ibuki."

Ibuki: "...Yeah yeah. Yoshino, let's get started."

Yoshino: "Yes!"

(I'm sorry Ibuki-sama....after seeing the interaction between you two, I feel less scared of you.)

Akihito-san lies next to Yasuchika-san and closes his eyes.

I took a deep breath and reached out to Yasuchika-san----

Ibuki: "........"

While feeling Ibuki-sama's line of sight, I put a spell on my palm.

(.....The injury is severe.)

Yasuchika-san's body starts to greedily take in the life force.

As his wounds start to heal, Akihito-san's face becomes pale.

(Akihito-san's breathing is becoming shallow. If I continue like this....)

Ibuki: "Don't tremble."

Yoshino: "Ibuki...sama..."

He quietly whispers in my ear.

Ibuki: "Don't worry. I know what you're capable of and I know when to stop you."

(Ah......)

Hearing his low and calm voice, I felt my doubts melting away.

(It's going to be all right...I'll believe in Ibuki-sama and so I’ll keep using my powers will all my might.)

Yoshino: "To the end...."

Then, with a violent light, a blast of heat ran down my spine-----

Ibuki: "...Yoshino."

In my distant consciousness, I felt Ibuki-sama calling my name in as he cares for me.

....................

After a while----I regained my consciousness and gently opened my eyes.

(Where am I?)

I woke up from my sleep and looked at the strange room with a blurred mind.

Ibuki: "How are you feeling?”

(....Ah.)

He looks directly into my eyes at a close distance and my heart beats nonstop.

At the same time, my thoughts which had been hazy, became clearer.

Yoshino: “How is Yasuchika-san!?”

Ibuki: “Don’t shout at me......He’s alive and Akihito too. I tucked them in bed, so that they could recover.”

(Thank god...!)

My plan was a success.

When I felt relieved for a second, the next moment, I started to panic at my current situation.

Yoshino: “Wait! Who’s room is this...?”

Ibuki: “It’s my private room in Yasuchika’s mansion.

Yoshino: “....Wow! What kind of relationship do you three have?”

Ibuki: “It’s hard to put it in words....but for now, all you need to know is that I made a deal with Akihito.”

Yoshino: “Deal..........eeehhh!”

(Ibuki-sama and that kindhearted Akihito-san?)

While my mouth was opened in surprise, Ibuki-sama smiles. He just never stops to amaze me.

Yoshino: “You said humans are stupid and are only worth playing with than making deals with them, isn’t it?”

Ibuki: “I did? I don’t remember.”

When I asked, he just smiles and dodges it. So I didn’t feel like asking anymore.

(Sometimes it’s just hard to make out what he’s thinking...)

But one thing is certain.

Yoshino: “Um, thank you for earlier.”

Today, I learned that Ibuki-sama is not just a demon who plays with humans.

Ibuki: “What are you talking about? You were the one who helped me.”

Yoshino: “Maybe so....but I’ve always been helpless in those kind of situations.”

(Even if I want to save someone who is hurt, I have no choice but to give up on other party’s life because I couldn’t control my powers.)

(At times like that, I could only blame myself for being useless, but...)

For the first time, I was able to help others and I gently held my hand.

Yoshino: “But today, I was able to save someone with my powers. Thanks to Ibuki-sama, I finally have some confidence.”

Ibuki: “......... It’s funny that you’ve never been confident before.”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

Ibuki-sama, casually sits besides me and opens his mouth.

Ibuki: “Your powers are irreplaceable. As you know, demon’s powers are destructive in nature.”

I let out a small sigh, when he said that.

(To destroy, to curse. That’s what demons usually do.)

Ibuki: “That’s why, you, with your powers, can accomplish things that I can’t.”

Yoshino: “...!!”

Ibuki: “I can do many things with my powers because I have experience and knowledge. But did that save Yasuchika from dying? No, right?”

(That’s...)

I couldn’t take my eyes of Ibuki-sama, whose words made me incredibly happy.

(I can’t believe, that a very strong demon like Ibuki-sama is acknowledging my power.)

Yoshino: “Ibuki-sama..!!!!” (She’s totally blushing)

Ibuki: “You look so happy to be praised.”

He giggles and leans slightly against me with one hand on my side.

Ibuki: “Instead of thanking me, I’ll end our deal here and be the loser. Tell me what you want me to do.”

(Ibuki-sama will do anything for me?)

Yoshino: “....I can’t think of anything right now.”

I desperately tried to think of anything.

While, Ibuki-sama was silently looking at me in the dark room.

Ibuki: “If you can’t make up your mind, I’ll make up mine.”

Yoshino: “Hm? Wait...give me a moment!!!”

(Woah!!)

Unable to resist till the end, I was pushed down to the bed.

Yoshino: “What are you doing?”

Ibuki: “I like you. There’s more than one way to corrupt you.”

A red tongue peeks out of his thinly opened lips.

(.....Ahh.)

While I was admiring it, I felt a sweet pain on my neck.

Ibuki: “Are you not resisting?”

The words brought me back to reality and I tried pushing him back.

Ibuki: “Now, I won’t let you.”

Yoshino: “Ah.”

As if he had been waiting for the right moment, he takes my arm and kisses the inside of my wrists.

Yoshino: “Mm...you’re the worst.”

(He deliberately made me resist just to bully me the very next moment.)

I knew that he was playing with me but I still couldn’t get angry at him.

(What’s happening to me....?)

I just found out that I really didn’t mind being played by Ibuki-sama.

Ibuki: “I’ll make you fall so hard that you’ll find impossible to leave me.”

I’m so frustrated that I can’t take my eyes off those shiny cat-like eyes.

As I felt his thin lips touch mine, I tried resisting a little bit.

Event Story // Epilogue

I felt like this route is incomplete without an epilogue!

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden ibuki #ikemen mc #otome #ikemen series story event #ikemen genjiden story event #cybird

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twiststreet · 3 years

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If you haven't seen it, I recommend 'Premium Rush' (by Koepp). Very much "the sort of movie they don't make any more", like 'Red Eye': not some kind of cinematic masterpiece, but a very competent, solidly plotted, no-nonsense action film that wastes no time getting to the point. (91 minutes! No action movie should more any longer) -- Jones

I liked Red Eye more-- even though she's had a good run, I still think Rachel McAdams has/had more good movies in her than we've seen so far. Premium Rush, I remember being really excited for because when I'd go to Court around when it came out, I'd always notice bike messenger guys being pretty gnarly guys-- I'd listen to their conversations or whatever, and it'd be some fun stuff. Or I'd watch, you know, biking videos-- I liked skateboard videos more, but. The biking X-Games had some people in there.

And then I just remember thinking Premium Rush was going to have a LOT of bike stuff and ... I was kind of underwhelmed by the amount of bike content in the movie...? It had a story instead and I remember thinking, I didn't ask for a story-- I asked for seeing a dude on a bike be gnarly. I was frustrated by that but I wanted to see, like, XXX 2 or something, I guess... (My highest aspiration).

But it's been years and maybe it's improved with time. Some of Koepp's have done that-- remember when there were people who complained that War of the Worlds had “too happy” an ending? (My memory is it doesn't, and that Cruise has huge Divorced Guy energy at the end, but. It’d come out after Minority Report and people had been disgruntled about that ending too even though that movie is a good one, by me). Like, if War of the Worlds came out today, I just don't think that'd be the reaction anymore. (I'm not sure I'd be as blown away as that camera flying through the car anymore, like I was when I first saw that, but. Or the 9-11ness might play different now, but). Or certainly Mission Impossible's reputation just grew and grew with time.

Maybe 10 years from now, we're all fans of David Koepp's Mortdecai. Wife-beating loser Johnny Depp playing a guy with a funny moustache? The world on fire and the water wars have started and all other movies ever filmed are lost because of a power surge at Amazon HQ? Humanity’s only solace Mortdecai because all other choices have been eliminated in a cleansing fire? It's a strong possibility.

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old-hyper-super-clover · 3 years

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Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare

Feelings, become One

Part 1 of 2

Writer's block is being rough on me, so the only thing I was able to create lately was a short story of my MC Clover and Leviathan. It shows their adorable friendship as they experience an idol live show together.

Enjoy 🧡

One evening, the demon of Envy, Leviathan, made his way to the human exchange students' room. The human girl Clover had borrowed a manga from him, but it happened that Levi needed that exact book right now.

As he was strolling through the hallways, finally he reached the door, so he knocked like a polite creature before coming in.

"Hey" Levi called out into the room. "I need that Ruri-chan manga back for a sec. Some idiot Normie posted stupid fake information on the fanclub's Devcord server and is not believing me when I tell him he's wrong, so I need screenshots to prove what a fake fan he is lolol."

As he had been more eyeing his D.D.D. than paying attention to his surroundings, he only noticed at the end of his comment that a pair of unpleasantly surprised eyes were staring back at him. Levi raised his eyebrows, puzzled, looking back at Clover sitting on her bed, only being illuminated by the small lamp on her bedside table.

Just so making out her reddened eyes, paired with how she was hugging her legs, the demon immediately understood that she was crying.

"C... Clover?"

"A-ah, Levia-tan..." she mumbled, quick to put away the used tissue in her hand. Sniffling shortly, she sprung up in the next moment, walking over to her desk. "I didn't get to read this chapter yet, so I'd like to have it back after you've shown that peasant what a real Ruri stan looks like..."

Handing him the manga, Clover put on a very unconvincing smile.

Unsure how to react, Levi took the book but kept giving her a worried look. "Are you... okay?"

The girl only gave a nod.

"B-because you look, uhm..." Levi could have punched himself for being so bad at social interactions. "Were you crying just now?"

A flash of panic crossed Clover's face, but in the end, she assured him she was fine.

"It's embarrassing but I was, uh, crying over a stupid video. So nothin' to worry about, really!"

Holding the door open, she kind of gestured for him to make his leave, so Levi stepped out into the corridor again.

"Now go get that loser's ass", she cheered, but as she closed the door, Levi caught a tiny glimpse of the frown that was forming on her face.

The demon had planned to go back into his room, yet somehow he found himself in the kitchen instead. Turning his head to the fridge, he spotted Beelzebub head-deep in the ingredients for tomorrow's lunch.

Levi's younger brother noticed his presence when Levi let out a troubled sigh.

"Huh? Levi?" Beel shot him a glance. "Are you hungry, too?"

"Like there would even be anything left for me to eat!" Levi hissed, mustering how Beel's cheek were filled to the brim like those of a hamster. "No, I..." He let out another sigh. "Did something happen to Clover? She seemed really down just now and behaved all weird."

In an instant, Beel stopped his scavenging and closed the fridge to turn towards his brother.

"So you think so, too..." Beel said. "I noticed it when we returned home from RAD today, so I wanted to cook something to cheer her up."

Levi let out a huff. "Doesn't look like you had success in doing that..."

However putting his sarcasm aside, he asked whether Beel knew any reason for Clover's sadness.

"I think she had some stressful days" Beel explained, scratching his head as he actually began to prepare said food. "She had a lot of projects to hand in for her additional courses lately. And it seems the grades she got weren't quite what she expected. Or what she deserved for the amount of work she put in, honestly."

Nodding to himself, Levi indeed remembered that the human girl had been working until late recently. He crossed his arms. "But their grades aren't really that important to the exchange students, right? There's no need to cry over that."

For a while, they remained silent, listening to the veggies sizzling in the frying pan.

Then, Beel spoke up again.

"You know how she is" he said. "She was very passionate about it, and now beats herself up for not doing well enough."

Frowning, Levi narrowed his gaze. "But then why didn't she tell me about it? I thought we were friends..."

Beel had returned to the fridge, originally to grab the next ingredients, but ended up stuffing half of that into his own mouth.

"I thought you of all would understand her reasoning the best" he grumbled into the fridge.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

So Beelzebub shot him another look.

"Aren't you afraid of people thinking low of you, too?"

That evening, Beelzebub continued to take care of the human girl. He had managed to cook her a delicious meal and stayed with her to watch some movies.

Levi was amazed to see how easily his brother had managed to lift her spirits. Overall, it had surprised him to hear how well Beel knew about her feelings in the first place.

But what troubled Levi the most were Beel's last words before he had knocked on Clover's door:

"She'll probably stay this sad for longer. It would be great if you could help, too."

The next day, the avatar of Envy didn't feel like gaming at all. He forced himself to do his daily log-ins to his thirty-ish online games, but his mind kept wandering off to the happenings of the last evening.

Why would anyone think low of Clover because of school grades? Why would she be that sad, even if she put a lot of work into it?

She was his confidant. His friend. That alone meant she had to be a person worthy of one's time.

So... Why would someone like her ever worry about not being good enough?

Lying in his bed/bathtub/really-unsuited-sleeping-spot, Levi bit his lip.

He understood what Beel had meant now. The more he tried to understand Clover, the more he spiralled into self-loathing, toxic thoughts that he knew all too well himself.

And just the thought that Clover might be pained by this nonsense made him so angry that he couldn't focus on anything else than searching for a way to cheer her up.

Grumbling and brainstorming, his messy thoughts suddenly saw a spark of hope when he read a notification on his D.D.D.:

'Aqours 4th LoveLive! ~ Sailing to the Sunshine ~ -- Tickets for sale NOW!!'

Eyes wide, he had this hesitation of "that's too good to be true" when his thumb lowered to press the "see more" button.

But the second after, his otaku mode activated. Baving opened his five favourite websites for booking concert tickets in an instant, Levi was determined to get two tickets for this live show...

Naturally, the period of buying tickets and the actual concert were painfully far apart.

At first, Leviathan wanted to keep it a secret that he had obtained two premium seats for the Aqours concert.

However, Clover's state seemed to worsen as time went by. New things kept piling on her head, and one disappointment set the requirements for her to fail whatever she aimed to do next. It might not seem that bad to others, but as someone who is struggling with his self-worth himself, Levi could guess that Clover's mindset had to be suffering more and more.

So one day, he decided to tell her about the tickets.

Spam-calling her until she would angrily stomp into his room, Levi was waiting for her, the tickets ready in his hands.

"Levia-tan, I'm BEGGING you, if I tell you 'I'll be there in a minute', please don't call me another fifteen times to make sure I wasn't ly-"

She went silent the second her eyes landed on the tickets.

The demon couldn't hide a cheeky grin.

"You were supposed to hurry, Normie" he mocked. "Feeling your concert tickets the second they're out of the printer is a NECESSITY!"

Clover wouldn't respond.

In all honesty, she COULDN'T respond.

Every time she opened her mouth, she was too baffled to press out a single tone.

"Here, this is yours" Levi said as he handed her one ticket. "It's still long until the day of the live show, so make sure to keep this somewhere safe! Ah, you know, actually... If you store the ticket in your room, Mammon might find it and sell it, so it might be for the best if I keep your ticket here with mine... C-Clover?!"

The girl had taken hold of the ticket, staring at it while Levi was rambling. But she had puzzled him when suddenly, tears were dropping on the piece of paper.

"I-is... Is this for real...?" Clover asked with an incredibly thin voice.

"W-wah..." Levi panicked, softly tugging the ticket out of her shaking hands. "It's all wet now... But I guess I can just print it out a second time..."

"Am I... really... going to... Japan...? To... a live show of... of A-aqours...?" Clover asked with a trembling lip.

"You bet!" Levi cheered. "I've been trying to get these tickets for HOURS! It was really tough, but you should never underestimate my Otaku skills!"

"I've... I've always dreamed of... experiencing a live show in person..." Clover continued to mumble. "And now you're being... So kind... What did I do to deserve this..."

Grabbing his phone, Levi tapped on his messenger app to show her something else.

Confused, Clover was looking at Levi's chatroom with Solomon. In his own excitement, Levi had to tell it before Clover could finish reading.

"And don't worry about the language issues. You'll be able to understand it all!" He babbled. "Solomon will do his best to mix you a potion to help with that! See it as subtitles, but send directly into your brain lolol."

The demon grinned from ear to ear,

and, well, expected that the human would do the same...

Or at least, he really didn't expect for her to suddenly burst into loud sobbing, pressing her hands against her face as she couldn't stop crying.

"O-oh..." All colour left Levi's face at once. "Are... Uhm... Are you not happy?"

Looking back and forth between her, the tickets and his phone, he was frantically trying to figure out the reason for her outburst.

His heart broke into pieces as his own toxic mind gave him an answer.

"Oh..." Levi pressed out. "I didn't ask you if you even want to go there if it's with me..." Now he felt really stupid. In all his preparation and anticipation, he forgot what a yucky creature he was. "Uh... I guess... I mean I can understand if you don't want to, it must be really embarrassing to go outside with someone like me, so, y-you can... take someone else along i-if that will make you stop crying... I was looking forward to it, but making you smile again was my utmost priority, so I would... You can... go with, like, Beel or som-"

"L-levia-tan?" Clover suddenly pressed out, not looking up though.

"Y-yes? Are you mad at m-"

"Can I hug you?"

"... Eh?"

"P-please...!" Clover's head shot upwards as she met him with a pleading, crying face. "I d-don't know how to respond to this... this wonderful gesture... I'm..." Not able to hold herself, she engulfed Levi in an embrace.

"I'm so happy..." Clover sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank you so much... Levi..."

Now Levi was the one at loss for words. With cheeks painted a bright pink, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her body.

"S-so... You're okay with going with... with me?"

"Of course! I'm flattered that you'd even thought of inviting me..." The girl pressed out, slowly letting go of him.

And finally, a grin was spreading on her face again."Please teach me everything I need to know about lives, Levia-sensei!"

The sight was so contagious that Levi was smiling himself.

"Yes! Leave it to me!!"

For the following weeks, the two of them spent huge parts of their free time preparing for the live show.

Leviathan taught Clover all there is to know about using glowsticks: from the shaking technique that destroys your arms and wrists the least, to ultra orange glowstick usage and cycloning. They listened to Aqours' songs so much that at some point Clover remembered all their lyrics perfectly despite not even speaking the language. Additionally, they looked into older live shows to learn where the crowd would engage in which kind of chanting.

"Waah, no, I can't that part of the first live show... I'll cry, Levia-tan...!" Clover had whined.

"Ah, do you mean the performance of 'Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare'? Where Rikyako messed up her piano play?"

"Yes... It was so brave that she learned playing piano from scratch just for that song... But then the poor girl was so stressed, messed up and started sobbing... That part just kills me, especially when the rest who were performing the dance came to comfort her... Ugh I love them all so muuuuch..."

The house of Lamentation was glad to see the human girl had regained her joyful energy. Even if, after a few weeks, their patience was being put under the test...

To give a short input:

When greeting the audience at the beginning of the live show, each idol introduces themselves and engages in a unique call and response with the crowd to get everyone pumped.

And so one day, Levi went to Clover saying this:

"We also need to practice our responses to their character introductions! From this day onwards, I will randomly initiate one of the girls' calls, and you have to respond correctly!"

So... Yeah. The other inhabitants of the house didn't quite understand what any of those "Ganbarubyyyy"s or sudden "BUU BUU DESU-WA"s meant, but eventually, even they remembered some of the call & responses.

... Just that not everyone was so amused by the whole ordeal as Leviathan seemed to be.

Not when Clover was preparing breakfast with Satan in a great hurry (because SOMEONE ate what they had prepared earlier...).

You can imagine that, when already stressed out, Satan wasn't really happy over his older brother dashing into the room, shouting a random "KAN KAN" from the top of his lungs.

"Mikan!" Clover had correctly responded, however quiet as she was fully aware of Satan's anger level.

However, as this particular call & response repeated three times, Levi continued to animate the human girl, going once again even louder: "KAN KAN!"

"M-mikan..."

"Come on, I can't hear you... KAAAAN, KAAA-"

He couldn't finish his chanting as Satan had thrown a devil-blood orange right into his face with such force that it pulled Levi off his feet.

"HERE, HAVE YOUR FUCKING MIKAN AND LEAVE!!"

[Mikans are small, japanese oranges (´ ∀ ` *)]

Finally, the day of the concert had come.

Asmodeus had made it his mission to plan Clover's outfit so she'd be as "dazzling as the girls on stage". Levi had been prompting her to go with comfortable, practical clothes instead, so they had to find a middle where neither of them would complain.

Once all done, some of the brothers came to muster the soon leaving duo.

"Hm... Are you sure you don't want to put on any make up, darling?" Asmo asked Clover after doing his final check.

"Absolutely. I will be in tears the second Aqours' enters the stage, so there's no point in that."

Standing in the doorframe, the avatar of Greed gave a huff.

"Isn't that skirt a bit too short? And that whole outfit... No, you can't go out like this."

"Huh?" Clover turned to him in confusion. "Why not?"

"It's way too eye-catching!" He grumbled. "What if some filthy human makes a move on you?"

The girl gave a slight chuckle. "I go to school with incubi and succubi, Mammon. I think compared to that the human world should be pretty safe."

"B-but...!" Mammon wanted to protest, but Beelzebub covered his brother's mouth to silence him.

"I think you look cute" He beamed Clover an encouraging smile. "But be careful nonetheless. Levi, take care of her."

"Y-yes! I will!"

-- to be continued in part two --

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #love live sunshine #aqours #short story #obey me mc #clover

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Breathe

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Exams are coming up and all you feel is stress. Fortunately, you have your hero, Katsuki Bakugou, to save you from the depths of your mind

Warnings: Angst, description of a panic attack so trigger warning?, swearing, soft baku

AN: As someone who struggles with panic attacks and geometry, writing this fic meant a lot, so I hope it’s ok! Grammarly keep telling me I have 18 premium issues...

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Alternate Interior Angles Theorem: If two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, then the pairs of alternate interior angles are congruent.

Alternate Exterior Angles Theorem: If two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, then the pairs of alternate exterior angles are congruent.

Consecutive Interior Angles Theorem: If two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, then the pairs of consecutive interior angles are supplementary.

You groaned.

Why did geometry have to be so pointless?

And why did Ectoplasm’s exam review guide have to be 6 pages long AND front and back?

Did he hate you that much?

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, extremely frustrated.

You had less than half of one page finished, exams were in 2 days, and you had 3 more overly large review guides to complete if you didn’t want to fail.

But what if you did fail?

Despite all the effort you'd been putting in, what if you forgot everything you knew on the day of the exam?

A single tear fell from your chin and splattered onto the pile of papers sitting on your desk.

You exhaled and let your head hit the desk, the scent of graphite and paper stinging your nostrils.

Suddenly you felt nauseous and dizzy, the slight spikes of hunger boiling in the back of your mind disappearing completely.

Horrible thoughts invaded your mind as you hunched over your desk and your vision began to tunnel.

‘This is it. I’m gonna fail. Aizawa is gonna kick me out of UA, my parents will be so disappointed and I’ll have to work for minimum wage at a dirty bar and go to community college to get a degree in something I don’t like and I’ll be dissatisfied and lonely forever. Yup. This at the end of the line for me. I’ll get depression or diabetes or both and Katsuki will leave me… why does he even date me in the first place? I’m a no-talent loser with a weak quirk and I’m ugly and stupid and-'

The sound of a door being opened, a warm hand on your shoulder, the low gravely voice you'd fallen in love with...

“Y/n?"

Bakugou felt your trembles and heard your whimpers and stifled sobs.

"Baby, what the hell..."

He turned your chair.

You were gasping for breath, gripping the collar of your shirt, and tears dripped off your chin and onto your sweatpants.

"I'm gonna fail..." You muttered, your knuckles going white as your fingers tightened around the fabric, "I'll never see Katsuki again..."

You choked and gasped, your pale complexion going green from lack of oxygen. Tears poured down your face over reddened, swollen cheeks.

Bakugou knit his eyebrows as he realized what was happening.

Swiftly, he took action.

After prying your hands off your shirt, he took your clammy palms into his own and squeezed.

“Baby, I’m here, I’m right here honey. Feel my hands.”

He rubbed slow circles on your dry knuckles as tears dripped onto your leggings as you attempted to breathe through your mouth, but you ended up choking, only making things worse.

Katsuki knew you had panic attacks and had helped you through quite a few, so he was confident in his ability to calm you down.

But… he hadn’t encountered one this serious before.

He remembered something the therapist had mentioned, something called the count-down method. It was used to get the suffering person back to reality on a more physical level.

First, he pulled your shuddering figure into his lap on the floor so your head rested on his muscled shoulder.

When you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you so you were encased in his warmth. Soothingly, he rubbed your back, spreading the heat everywhere he could reach while whispering reassuring things in your ear.

"Can you hear me, baby?"

You tap him with your fingers three times to let him know you can hear him.

"Ok. Tell me five things you can see."

"Th-The f-floor, my d-desk, my bed, your hair, a-and the wall."

"Four things you can touch."

"Your sh-shirt, y-your skin, umm..."

"Two more things honey, take your time..."

"My ch-chair, chipped nail polish..."

"Three things you can smell."

"Your cologne, my sh-shampoo, and beef stew."

"Two things you can hear."

"The heater, your voice."

"One thing you can taste."

"Skittles."

Little by little, you calmed down.

Bakugou felt the heaving of your chest slow down against his own.

You wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his shoulder, inhaling his calming caramel and wood smoke scent.

Bakugou pulled back a little bit to look at you, two big, warm hands resting on your cheeks to wipe stray tears away.

"You ok?"

“Uh-huh.” You whispered hoarsely, squeezing his black shirt in your fists.

“What happened? That was pretty bad.” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I… I don't know.” You murmured, wiping your eyes, "One minute, I was stressing over exams and the n-next I could hardly breathe."

He grunted in response, planting a kiss on your cheek, hands still roaming your back.

“Why didn’t you ask me if you needed help?” He cocked an eyebrow, scanning your face for any signs of looking down on him.

Finding none, he waited for your reply.

“I dunno, you’ve been busy with t-training and homework so I-I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Don’t be stupid. You think that shit matters more than you?”

“I mean… to an extent-”

“No. It’s not.” He interrupted harshly, his intense red-eyed stare making you shiver, “If you’re upset, in trouble, or struggling, then fucking come and tell me. You mean more to me than shitty homework or being swol.”

“Really?”

“I like being 'bothered' by you. Don't talk shit like that.”

You stayed quiet, letting his words sink in. Then you rest your head in its rightful place on his shoulder.

“I love you Katsuki. Thank you."

“Love you too, angel.” He murmured back, "Text me or something when you're feeling like that. What if I'm not there next time? You gotta communicate."

"I left my phone downstairs."

"I'm not kidding babe, that scared me a little. Are you sure your ok?"

"Mm-hm."

Bakugou's warm hands traced the bones of your cheeks, a small smile flattening his cupid's bow.

"What?" You asked, hating when he stared at you like that.

“What?” He replied innocently, his red irises glowing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re beautiful. I'm allowed to look at my goddess, right?”

You blushed, swatted him on the arm, and buried your hot face in his shoulder again.

"Am I wrong?"

picture credit to @aizawashoutta

#i feel all warm and fuzzy inside #we stan soft baku #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia angst #my hero acadamy #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #angst #panic attack

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acourtesanofedgewater · 3 years

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Open Heart 3, Ch. 9 spoilers for Bryce/Jackie/Raf stans

It's Spoiler Wednesday and here I am once again. Ugh. We all know my spoiler posts never bring good news, so let's begin already:

Bryce

•He has a small cameo where he's talking with Jade about some study. That's it, basically. No premium scene, although at this point I'd consider that a blessing because y'all know I hate those qUirKy premium scenes where we have to share Bryce with someone else, and get 0 development.

Jackie

•She interrupts Jade and Bryce's conversation to assign Jade a new case. Jade seems pretty fascinated by studies and papers and not so much at the perspective of dealing with patients, and it shows. I'd say Jackie has it better than Bryce (and Raf) because at least she gets crumbs of development this chapter but this scene developed Jade's character, not Jackie's. She's just there because she needs to be there to tell Jade about the new patient, and that's it.

•Raf

Raf's back... in his cryotank, next to Naveen and Kyra lmao. He doesn't have an appearance or is even mentioned in this chapter.

I don't even have words, I don't know what else to say because, sadly, I'm used to Raf/Jackie/Bryce being treated like shit so I was kinda expecting this, although it is upsetting that none of them get a diamond scene, specially Jackie, given that, following PB's shitty chart of premium-scenes-for-characters-that-are-not-Ethan it would be Jackie's turn this week, but... sigh.

You are probably asking yourself, if the supporting cast barely gets cameos this week, then what is the chapter about, right?

Oh, boy. I think you know the answer for this one, but I'm still gonna give you some spoilers regarding the Ethan general plot we'll get:

•The chapter, as usual, picks up right were it was left last week, with Tobias being named the new leader. You get a new case and there'll be a diamond scene to visit the patient's home with him, where he'll explain more about his rivalry with Ethan. He admits he used to be a bit of a hothead and he regrets being a bad loser, demonstrating, once again, that he has grown up since his college days (you know... like any functional adult should?) while Ethan is still a whiny baby. No surprise here

•Harper asks MC to have a talk with them where she apologizes for her behavior and admits she was wrong. Thanks, I hate it. (I mean, I hate that the writers put one of their strongest woc characters in this position)

•Then, MC wonders why hasn't Ethan answered their texts AND GOES FUCKING VISIT HIM. Really??? The man who harrased you at work just a day before? Who almost let you take the fall for his mistake? Guys, I'm not even joking, given Ethan's behavior I was so scared about MC going to his house alone lmao and I think that sums up how bad the writing is for this book pretty well

•Enter a premium scene to have lunch with him. HARD. PASS. I scrolled that scene down, until I caught the sentence "Bloom's system is saving you" and stopped myself lmao. Turns out, Bloom's new rules for the hospital will allow Ethan to only get a slap on the wrist, he's not facing any serious consequences. But read this post til the end, because that's not the worst thing.

•Back at the apartment, we have small cameos for Aurora and Sienna and, turns out, Elijah is fucking pissed at MC for the trial thing. They try to blame it on Ethan (as it should be) and, once again, we're faced with disbelief and answers like "hOw dArE yOu bLaMe sOmEoNe aS gOoD aS eThAn fOr yOuR mEsS". MC explains he will have a board hearing for it and Elijah's still like "wElL yOu pRobAbLy gAvE hIm ThAt iDeA sO I'm StIlL aNgRy aT yOu" and leaves. But hey, you can pay diamonds to patch up your relationship with him!... or let it deteriorate just because of an old man's white savior complex, I guess.

•The ending scene is just hilarious because of how bad it is lmao. Last week I made a post where I mentioned it was pretty obvious Ethan was not gonna be sanctioned and would be back in the team in the team in two chapters or so. We already know he's not gonna face real consequences for his acts, but I guessed two chapters for his return because... well, this book is lame and the writers need conflict and drama, right?

•Well, PB could not even last ONE full chapter without their golden boy, so, while Tobias, Harper and MC are bonding and being iconic, Ethan comes back. It hasn't been even a minute since he entered the office AND THIS WHITE MAN HAS THE AUDACITY of gesturing towards the leader-chair where Tobias is sitting and say: "iF yOu dOn'T mInD". Fuck, I get it makes more sense for Ethan to be the leader because he's worked in the team (and the hospital) longer, but damn, couldn't he be nicer? More professional at least? I'd be offended if irl me boss asks me things like that. Anyway, Ethan is confident that Bloom has already fired his worst shot at the team (stupid believe, really) and he won't bother them again, and the chapter ends with MC not feeling so sure about this.

Aaaand that's it. This is such a wasted chapter. Having Ethan suspended gave PB a chance to organically make him disappear for at least one chapter and use that time to develop the other three LIs and give them proper diamond scenes, but it seems they're afraid of the Ramseynators lmao. Disappointed but not surprised.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices #open heart #open heart 3 #open heart third year #open heart 3 spoilers #bryce lahela #jackie varma #rafael aveiro

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