i'm gonna be honest, i am highly annoyed by the fact that this is one of the few times we actually get to see medic involved in direct combat and the comics decide to just kill him for the sake of, what, motivating heavy to face off classic heavy? boring ass writing decision
don't get me wrong i love the comics but i highly dislike how they played up medic to be important only to kill him off just to further the plot and give heavy more screen time 😐 they made him as disposable as a connery-era bond girl and it sucks ass so bad. what was the point of subverting the "passive healer who can't fend for themselves" trope with medic's entire character in general when you end up playing it straight for drama in the comics anyway? Fuck's sake lol
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An Empty Heart Full of Memories - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Demiurge’s panel was now accessible to her.
The desire to just delete him as a last minute spite to Ulbert was very tempting, but Demona stayed her hand. She always personified things, and even if this archdevil was just made completely of code, it felt like she was killing a person.
Never would she be so angry she could ever do such a thing. Not even to an NPC that wouldn't feel anything.
She stayed in the bedroom she was often allowed in whenever at the guild. Sadly, Demiurge had to follow her. The NPC was now attached to her side when not in idle or standby. In a huff, she moved her hand to stall the archdevil near the door.
“Stay there,” she ordered, making sure he remained.
Demiurge paused at the entryway, standing off to the side with his arms folded behind his back. The same uncanny grin stretched across his features as he did what he was told.
Sitting on the bedside with a huff, she shuffled through her inventory to try and find the ore she needed to continue with her late game jewelry crafting.
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Considered sifting through the upcoming Scratching The Itch chapter to highlight points about emotional v. physical description weight or expressing characterization in unique ways from my impromptu smut discussion tonight, but then I remembered I literally gave Hawk a dick-touching traumatic response thanks to a certain ex-roommate, and that really says all you need to know—
(spoilers for the not-yet-posted chapter 5 below, which is going up this Saturday)
The seamless melding of thoughts, emotions, aches, bodies all split apart into whole galaxies the moment BJ traces a finger up the underside of Hawk's dick. He's been so entrenched in everything Beej is that he barely realized he was half hard for him in the first place. "There," BJ whispers as Hawk twitches and presses his heels into the mattress with a choked gasp. "There it is. You're ready for me, aren't you?"
The confidence in BJ's tone, like he had no doubt this would happen. Hawk sinks the nails on one hand into his back, but his other palm burns. There's a need deep inside him and there's a violent serpent wrapped around it, guarding it, daring Hawk to take another chance on fulfilling it and risk the pain that met him before.
Come on. Push back. Move the block. Be fucking brave.
If he can save a man from the jaws of death, he can fucking let himself have something he's aching for. If he's sacrificed so many hours and days and weeks and months for the whole of humanity, he can be selfish just once.
He takes that burning palm. And he wraps his hand around BJ's cock.
"Fuck, Hawkeye." That confidence leaks straight into neediness. Beej presses his forehead against Hawk's neck with a weak sound as he thrusts into Hawkeye's grip. "Fuck yes, that's perfect, c'mon..."
Another adrenaline crash leaves Hawkeye dizzy, teetering on the edge of a fog. He's okay. He can do this. He can have this.
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i’m humbly requesting a little stardew-esque fact sheet abt ximena. what would she love to be gifted. what does she hate. if i got her to max heart level what would happen. i love her
HI HEATHER I'M AN ABSOLUTE FLOP WHO CAN'T ANSWER ASKS IN A TIMELY MANNER pls take a looney tunes hammer and bonk me w it i give u permission
on the upside i have located my tablet pen and had a lot of fun putting a chart together for her but for real ! let's get the rundown
loves, in order: strawberries, rainbow shells, coffee, wine, complete breakfast, sunflowers, and solar essence :) what a surprise, the summer baby loves the sun. more at 11
hates, in order: cabbage, beer (more accurately, she's picky abt her beers-- she has one or two she actually likes and the rest taste like trash to her), void mayonnaise, void essence, mushrooms, coleslaw, and artichoke >:3 don't be fooled this girl loves her veggies, she'll tear up some broccoli rabe, but these few ones greatly offend her
relationships, in order: Javier (main squeeze- unless you can win her over 😳), her cousin @el-michoacano's Aurelia, her mama Fatima, Tuco, and Lalo teehee...
"Big Three" zodiac chart: cancer sun, virgo moon, libra rising
I used a SV sprite creator for Mena, Javi, and Lia but wasn't satisfied w how the other three were coming out so I used some other SV characters as a template and drew them manually!!
Ximena's probably one of the first NPCs you would meet and she'd be friendly out the gate, but she can be a little reclusive and shy. With a bundle of strawberries, a bouquet of sunflowers and a pretty shell she'll be yours ! Once she reaches max heart level she would have a heart event where you two are bundled outside in her backyard at night. She has a lot of pretty fairy lights strung up around the porch and you let her ramble about how stars used to be the primary mode of navigation. "Sky maps," Ximena sighs. "After that I fell in love with maps of all kinds. I couldn't get enough of it. I carry this with me-" she pulls out a worn, well-loved compass. "A present from my dad for my 12th birthday. Ever since losing everyone, on the days I'm really missing them, my husband, my brother... I pull this out and come outside, find South and sit in that direction." You ask her why. "South is Chihuahua. South is home. If I look back, it's like... I don't know, like I'm looking back in time. Like they're still there. All I have to do is look South on this compass and everyone's waiting for me at the dinner table." Huddled under one blanket against a light nighttime breeze, she lets you hold the compass, and it feels like the highest honor.
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