#but my pc crashed and i had to do it all over again

[threepoint14art]

I miss having a brain that doesn't think of this guy every waking second. Anyways, uhhh guys when you hate your past self or something o(￣▽￣)ｄ Not super proud of it but I figured that If I drew it I might as well post it!

inspired by the song "Quarrel with the doppleganger" by WONDERFUL★OPPORTUNITY! ~\(≧▽≦)/~

#πa art #fnafhs #fhs #fhs fanart #fnafhs au #owynn fnafhs #fnafhs fanart #owynn fhs #fun fact about this drawing #i was done like 2 hours ago #but my pc crashed and i had to do it all over again #f u n

[rivaiin]

i finally sold my old tablet that i didnt use anymore and got 85€ for it so guess who has money to get armored core now. hehe

#yes yes i know what ive said about fromsoft games in the past but listen #i eventually settled into trying out sekiro and it was instant love it just clicked for me and i was honestly having the time of my life #until i got to ashina castle and my pc #that doesnt have working gpu drivers cause windows decided to install the generic ones over my good amd ones (i cant fix it ive tried) #just couldnt handle the new area or something idk #i started getting massive frame drops that made the game almost unplayable #and then the controller i use on my pc got a Lot of drift literally overnight #so yeah trying to do the genichiro fight with an average of 20 fps and stick drift wasnt fun at all #i did do the miniboss thats on the well from the start of the game and a few attemps on the seven spears guy #but at that point the drift was just too bad and i had tried a new fix for the drivers thing #and when i attempted genichiro again the game just crashed #so yeah #i Could play sekiro on the xbox but im not paying for a 4 year old game that got its price hiked #and runs at 900p and 30 fps on a new gen console cause the developers refuse to patch it <3 #ill pirate again once i get a new pc sometime next year #Anyways all of this was to say i do sort of get fromsoft games now and ac looks fucking incredible #and it has a pause screen just like sekiro which is a must for me cause i enjoy being able to go pee without having to hide first

[modmad]

today's 'technology is in such a hell state now that I genuinely feel compelled to scream about it daily' moment was my trying to print and scan a document, with my printer/scanner (which, I must have you note, despite my pleading with the seller did not come with usb wire option available, and none of the others did).

Predictably, having been used on the day of purchase and not since, the printer did not work despite being less than 6 months old. Searching for why this could be led me down a rabbit hole that eventually resolved into how the print cartridges for this model just dry out and clog up if you don't use them every single week. you know. what a normal thing to happen. but don't worry! just soak the bottom in a shallow bath of warm water for 30 minutes dry it off and reinstall it that'll make it work

8)

you what.

Anyway, it did work. I print the test sheet, boom, what should have worked before at least worked now. And there was Much Rejoicing.

alas. alas. how shortly lived it was.

Now I naturally move on to print the document, sign it, and scan the newly signed document. The document from my pc. With this printer/scanner which is sitting on a desk directly NEXT TO my pc.

Which. will not. connect to my pc.

I plead. I bargain. I follow the wizard twice, thrice, but it is a cruel wizard, a tormenter from the nether world. "Type in the IP address!" He taunts me, cackling maniacally as I do, weeping over my staggering fingers attempting to puzzle the code out of the 1 inch touch screen, numbers and dots jazzing into nonsense in my field of vision as I loose all comprehension of what the symbols mean. The printer cannot be found. The printer does not Exist. The printer, at this moment, the sole focus of my gaze, decides it is bored and goes to sleep, therefore ending the whole attempt of communicating with it just as the 938678th loading bar had reached its zenith and I, ever the hapless Sisyphus, watch my dignity flatten into a pancake of wordless, stark-eyed bewilderment verging on hysteria as my boulder crashes back down the hill as the wizard begins to drag me back to the beginning of his never ending Labrynth, to be eaten by and become the ouroboros yet again but no! I will not enter back! I shall bite down, break my scales, and end this cycle of tyrannous misery!

anyway that's why I ended up taking a shitty photo with my phone's camera and I'm doctoring it in CSPaint to look like I scanned it with the SCANNER THAT I AM ABOUT TO THROW OUT OF A SECOND STORY WINDOW

#I thought you said keys! #why the fuck would I say keys?! #anyway #HELL WORLD. #technology #im gonna actually explode lads it's gonna happen #this is my Joker moment #I've had several before I know but listen

[kooktrash]

Hello hello, how are you doing? If it's okay, I would like to request for the "between roommates" couple, please. I wanted a fluff and maybe domestic scenario with them being happy and cute together. Thank you in advance. =)

this is one of my newer requests sent in but I missed BR!couple soo I made this. thx for sending in request <3

Between Roommates | Jeon Jungkook

warnings: none, just domestic boyfriend!JK. 1.4K words

“So here’s what I’m thinking, I’ll book the Air BnB tonight since we’re already doing things last minute,” Namjoon said to you after a lecture. The two of you were too focused on your talk to notice when your boyfriend of two months came up behind you. All he heard was when Namjoon told you he’d text you and it had him sweeping in.

“Joon hyung, I’ve got my eyes on you,” Jungkook said only half jokingly as he swung an arm over your shoulders dragging you into his side. Jungkook didn’t actually care if you talked to Namjoon stil, since you were all friends, but he did like to joke about it. Sure, sometimes he does get a little—just a little—nervous but he knows your feelings for him are strong. Namjoon knew it was all in fun too so he just gave a cheeky smile, “Whatever, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Are you done already?” You asked once you and Jungkook were walking to the parking lot already, matching backpacks and strides. He nodded, “Class canceled so I'm gonna hop on a match with Tae.”

“Boring,” you said, waving the thought away as you got in his car. The entire drive he kept his hand on your thigh like usual, music playing in the background as you went over things that happened today. When you got to your shared apartment, you retreated to your room while Jungkook ran to his bedroom to power on his monitors and PC.

Despite dating, you still kept your private spaces apart. It didn’t mean that Jungkook wouldn’t hop in your bed every night but this way you both still had a space for all of your belongings. Jungkook kept his gaming things in his bedroom to not bother you, and you had all your things in your own room. Maybe it was because you had lived together for so long as just roommates, you didn’t feel the need to constantly be around each other at home. You kept up with your usual routines except now he can sit you on the kitchen counter and kiss you whenever he wants to.

You changed into your home clothes before doing some homework that you had procrastinated on.

It was about two hours later when Jungkook had gotten tired of playing. He was still online with Taehyung and Yoongi when he heard your commotion in the kitchen. He stopped mid-sentence to listen in on what you might be doing.

“Jungkook, I’m cornered, pay attention,” Taehyung said through his headset but Jungkook just shushed him, “I’m trying to hear what Y/n’s doing.”

He could hear you laugh, talking out loud, probably on the phone and it made him curious. He tried refocusing on the game again but then he heard the clanking of pans and he was pausing the entire game, “Alright, I’ve gotta go.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, “Why?”

“Y/n’s making dinner.” He gave no room for debate as he exited the game and dropped his headset on his chair. He rushed out of his bedroom, “Wait! I’m coming!”

Jungkook slid across the wooden floor in his socks as he nearly crashed into you in the kitchen. You looked up at him, “Are you done gaming?”

“Yeah, I’ll do dinner,” Jungkook said as you stood by the sink filling a pot with water. Your brows furrowed, “It’s fine, I’m just hungry a little early today.”

He bumped his hips into yours nearly sending you flying and it made him smirk in mischief as he took the pot, “You did chores this morning, I’ve got dinner. You go sit in the living room and look cute for me.”

“Just cute?” You asked with a laugh as you did as told, leaving to the sofa and grabbing the remote control, “And here I thought you found me hot.”

“You are hot, smoking caliente hot, but you’re just so cute,” he cooed as he made a motion as if to pinch your cheeks but you were all the way in the living room now. He could see you through the wall opening above the sink and he loved the view. You flicked through Netflix shows as you said, “I left your laundry on your bed, did you even see it?”

He stopped in thought, watching the flame heat up the pot as he turned back to the counter to dice up some vegetables. He hadn’t seen it yet, he was too busy running to play Overwatch. He smiled at the thought of you folding his laundry. This is what he meant when he said you’re just so cute.

Before when you were just roommates, you obviously did things on your own but now everything was different. You always had the same apartment, same P.O. Box and parking spot, that hasn’t changed. What changed was your shared clothes in the hamper, same grocery trips, same bed to sleep in. You wore his shirts now and he stole your socks—sometimes wearing bright Monster High socks that he stole from you inside his black shoes. You did the cleaning and he cooked the meals, it was all very homey.

“I’ll put it away when I’m done,” he finally said, “Thank you, baby.”

He looked over at you again, catching you engrossed in your phone, “Who you talking to?”

“Huh? Nobody,” you said even as you texted away. Jungkook’s brows scrunched together watching your fingers tap against your screen. He let the topic go as he finished up with dinner while you watched tv. It didn’t take long for the food to be ready and he carried your plates to the dining table calling you over.

You set your phone facing down and he looked over at it. When it buzzed with a new notification, you ignored it now that he was close and it made him a little sad. You’re acting strange today.

“So what were you and Joon talking about earlier?” Jungkook asked as he served your plate for you. You shrugged, “Nothing exciting, just class.”

He visibly pouted, “Have you been texting him all afternoon, while your poor boyfriend works away making dinner?”

You chuckled, “You volunteered.”

He released a loud gasp, “So you don’t deny! You’ve been texting him this whole night? I can’t believe you’re cheating on me.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you rolled your eyes with a smile as he pretended to cry dramatically. He ignored you, weeping louder and more annoying, “Not until you tell me what you’ve been talking about.”

“Fine, come here,” you leaned toward him as he moved closer to you. You pressed a hand to your mouth as you whispered, “It’s a secret.”

He whined, fake crying even louder, “Tell me!” You groaned, “I can’t, it’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?” He perked up, stuffing his face with noodles, “What kind of surprise? Is it for me?”

You didn’t say anything, choosing instead to eat quietly. He nudged your elbow with his as it sat on the table, “Y/n.”

You didn’t respond.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.”

“Baby, tell me the surprise. I won’t spoil it.”

“Y/n!” He whined but you just smirked.

“I can’t,” you said but he was relentless the entire meal.

In the end you couldn’t handle it anymore and you ended up blurting out, “We’re planning a trip for your birthday!”

You both gasped, one in excitement and one in disbelief. You groaned loudly, “Ugh now you made me spoil the surprise. Joon’s gonna kill me.”

He rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you way too tightly, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll act surprised. I’ll even cry in joy and say I never would’ve known, don’t be sad.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s ruined, sorry.”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook said as you stood up carrying both of your plates to the sink but he followed after you, “I’ll probably forget.”

“No you won’t.”

“I know, but at least now I can dress accordingly, where are we going?”

“Okay, I’m definitely not telling you that,” you chuckled, already going over the mishap. He smacked his lips, “But how am I supposed to plan my outfits with yours? We have to couple match, it’s my birthday.”

“You’re going to be annoying until then, won’t you?” You asked leaving to your bedroom and he was right behind you. He smiled, hugging you from behind, “Yup, because I’m so excited now, and I forgive you for talking to Joon hyung so much today instead of me.”

“You played for two hours ignoring me.”

“And now I’m gonna spend at least eight hours bothering you tonight.”

::.

Jungkook is so annoying 🤭

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#jeon jungkook #kooktrash requests #jungkook request #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #jungkook #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook smut

[propertyofkylar]

whitney finds out their slut knows nothing about sanrio (coughmecough) and tries to educate them on all the lore, but without making it obvious that they fucking love sanrio

-slp

my left knee hasn’t stopped hurting for the past 3 days, hoping some fluff/silly fics will distract me from the pain ;-;

ohhh this is a cute idea bestie ur prompts always slay. hope it makes u feel better!

m!whitney x gn!pc, no warnings just fluff :3

“Oh! How cute is this one!” You picked up a Hello Kitty plush on the shelf as you browsed the toy shop.

You were spending time with your boyfriend, who had begrudgingly agreed to visit the store with you, but not without complaining most of the way. Even now, he stood a few steps behind you, and every time you glanced back at him, he was either staring at the ceiling or his feet.

The smile on your face grew as you picked the plush next to the first one you spotted. “And this one! I didn’t know Hello Kitty could also be a bunny.”

“That’s My Melody.”

“Hm?” You turned around at the sound of Whitney speaking. He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be so dumb, slut. Hello Kitty isn’t a bunny. This is My Melody. It’s just a different character made by Sanrio.”

“Oh…” you blinked slowly, a little put off by the insult. “I didn’t know.”

Whitney sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I would expect from a dumb orphan slut like you.” He stepped closer still and began pointing at different plushes on the shelf. “Hello Kitty is the most popular, but there’s a lot of different characters Sanrio has. See? The one with the black is Kuromi, that one goes along with My Melody. The frog is Keroppi. And this is Cinnamoroll,” he handed you an adorable soft, white toy. “You probably think this is a bunny too, but Cinnamoroll is actually a dog. So is that yellow one. That’s Pompompurin.”

You nodded, trying to keep up. “Okay. Wow. I didn’t know there were so many.”

Whitney picked up a green plush - he said that was Keroppi, right? - and turned it over in his hands. “Yeah. There’s a lot more, too. But I wouldn’t expect a shit store like this to carry those. They only sell the most popular characters here. The good shit you gotta import from Japan.”

“Okay…” you said again.

“Like I said,” Whitney repeated, placing the toy back down and fixing you with a stare. “I wouldn’t expect a stupid slut like you to know anything about it.”

You frowned, though, as something dawned on you. “Wait. How do you know all of this?”

Whitney didn’t say anything at first, but his stare grew icier. You subconsciously took a step back. “I mean…” you tried to say, but he lifted up a hand and with a quick swipe, he knocked over the entire display of toys. They came tumbling down with a crash. And when you opened your mouth to say something, Whitney used that same hand to push your shoulder, sending you flat on your ass.

He shook his head with a tsk, looking at the mess. “What a clumsy slut. Look what you did! How embarrassing. You better get up, too,” he looked over the top of your head. “Looks like the manager is coming, and he doesn’t look happy. See ya around, bitch.”

And with a quick mock-salute, he spun on his heel and sped out of the store, leaving you alone surrounded by plush toys on the floor.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #hehehe this was fun #once i started. just couldn’t stop #love silly soft whit sm #dol whitney x reader #whitney x reader

[triplexmile]

A few months ago my PC crashed and I couldn't get it started again. It was nearly 10 years old, so I suppose it isn't surprising. It sucked, and for a few weeks I felt really defeated by it. Though I also saw it as a good opportunity to get back into traditional art. I hadn't made any traditional art in over a decade, so I had a lot of de-rusting to do! Here are some portraits I've drawn in the last few months. These are all done with graphite on sketch paper, and are 8.5" by 11" in dimension. Eventually I'll get back to digital, but for now I'm going to see what I can do with traditional. It's a nice escape from digital art. For instance, I blend using tissue paper and q-tips. I don't have to worry about my tissue paper needing any kind of updates. I don't have to worry about my q-tips no longer being functional due to a driver error. That's pretty nice!

#Jenna Ortega #Wednesday Addams #Millie Bobby Brown #Jennifer Love Hewitt #Portraits #Traditional Art #Graphite Drawing #Graphite Portraits #Art #Artist on Tumblr #Drawing

[theviridianbunny]

GLITCH IN THE MATRIX: MOVIE STILL INSPIRED SHOTS!!

Bwaaa happy shippy saturday my lovelies!! My brain has entirely been in matrix AU mode this week-!! true brain rot but in the best way ever!! A few days ago I boooted up my copy of cp2077 to try and some a few shots. These specific shots are inspired by one of the kiss scenes in the matrix series- from the first film !! I must have spent gosh- an hour and a bit just trying to set up chraracter models with AMM and then fighting with lighting and poses and THEN MY GAME CRASHED *cries in british* (so I had to do it all over again...) but oh god it was SO WORTH IT-!!! I know that my shots aren't like- exact copies of stills from the film (just because I feel like my pc would actually explode if i tried to put all the sparks flying into my screenshot- lol!!) - but I hope the vibe is there~!! a few "outakes" can be found under the cut~!! Hey- do you want to see more matrix AU stuff? you can find it here if you do~!!

WOOOOO OUT TAKES!!!!! WOOOO!! LET'S GO-!!!

I know I don't normally post "out take" stuff- but I feel like these all have their own vibe and story of their own !! When I create my vp I am very much the type of person to just like - point and shoot (kinda like how i take photos irl ahah!!)

#au: glitch in the matrix #oc: viridian #jackie welles #otp: to this #the matrix #shippy saturday #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #virtual photography #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077 screenshots #cyberpunk screenshots #corpo v #bunny takes virtual photography #fem v #female v #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk 2077 screenshots #cp2077

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

Alright the poll was up for like two hours and five of you wanted the Tybalt dream have fun

I might need to put content warnings in here? There's a few mentions of death and blood but nothing in like excessively graphic detail. I'll put them in anyway just for good measure but know that they're not that bad.

TW: Mentions of blood and death

Y'all ready for this?

Okay, so I'm in my high school (again, for some reason)(I'm actually me this time, btw) and it's actively flooding via the fountain in the courtyard. Everyone's panicking. Pope Francis is there for some reason but he only shows up once and doesn't do anything so whatever. I run out of the side of the building that's further underwater (because apparently my school is lopsided as hell in this dream) and start bailing out the floodwater with a bucket. Really efficient.

I hear a voice yell something like "hey!" or whatever so I turn around and. Tybalt Capp. From the hit 2004 game Sims 2 for PC. Great.

Instead of asking me what's going on like I expected him to (because he was just running around panicking like everyone else a second ago) he just says, "Whose blood is that?"

At some point in the ordeal, I had scraped my leg or something. It was bad enough to be bleeding, but it wasn't really bad enough to be important. We had bigger fish to fry, at the time.

I try to explain what's going on and before I can even start he just snaps and starts shouting shit like, "YOU KILLED HER!"

And, naturally, I respond by going "TYBALT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT" and trying to explain again.

But he won't stop screaming. "YOU KILLED HER!" "YOU KILLED THAT LITTLE GIRL!" I'm begging him to stop, begging him to tell me who the little girl is, but he's fucking insane. He isn't screaming like it's some news story he heard about, he's screaming like he's been fucking hunting me down for vengeance for the last ten years. Hell, he's screaming like the girl is right there in my arms or something.

(Quick aside here, if I might: Does Tybalt even have any lore relevant little girls in his life? I've never played Veronaville and it's been a hot minute since I read the original play so I'm not really sure. He's Juliet's cousin, I think, but she's definitely a teenager in both versions. Not really the type I'd refer to as a little girl. Who the hell is he even talking about???)

Anyway, I don't really know why but I got a little crazy myself and freaked the fuck out. Frustration from being talked over and survival instinct willed me to just start grabbing things and throwing them at him. I snatched an apple out of the blood-streaked floodwaters and flung it at his head so hard it made this diabolical CRACK! as it hit him square in the eye. Even in the dream I was taken aback, like jesus christ dude what was that for he didn't really deserve a concussion for freaking out good god almighty what's worng with me

Eventually we were running down a stairwell, and either he was chasing me or I was chasing him. It makes more sense if I'm chasing him, because he was in front of me on the stairs, but idk. What was I chasing him for? Whatever. He reaches the landing and just... stops. Right there. Dead in his tracks.

Mind you, we were CHASING each other. Throwing ourselves around the corners and practically jumping down the steps two or three at a time. And all of a sudden, he hits the bottom and freezes. I catch up to him and what's he looking at?

There's a body in the stairwell.

An entire human skeleton. It looks like it's been there for years. Shit's practically fossilized; I thought it was a Halloween decoration. But he's just staring at it, wide eyed, like he's trying to identify who it is. Who it was. There's still sounds of rushing water and screaming above us. The water's going to bust the doors and come crashing down on us any second.

But he won't move. Neither will I.

I turn to face him, and he's absolutely stunned. Mouth agape, eyes wide, still locked on the skeleton. He was so gobsmacked it woke me up.

Here's an artistic recreation. I woke up with this image frozen in my mind.

Why do I always leave these dream worlds worse than I found them? I possessed some guy and made him have a sexuality crisis last time and now I've fucking traumatized Tybalt Capp what is happening to me

Anyway uh if anyone knows how to make that shit stop happening or at least make it nicer when my little guys show up in my dreams can you tell me? I don't know if I'm gonna handle it well if next time one of the ones I really like shows up and I'm forced to break their legs or something horrific like that

#sims 2 premades #sims 2 #tybalt capp #dreams #nightmare #what the fuck

[yanderes-galore]

May I ask for Dr. Edward Richtofen(Primis) with prompt 4,26, and 41?

Richtofen my beloved....

My prompt list was used for this!

Surprise, surprise, I felt out of ideas so I decided to base this off my Self-Aware! Richtofen with Player! Darling where Darling left the game, but Richtofen can't accept that.

So sorry this took so long/isn't what you wanted :(

Yandere! Primis Richtofen Prompts 4, 26, 41

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

"I made this mark on myself to show you how much I love you!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Self-harm, Obsession, Reality warping, Self-Aware game character, Implied past intimacy, Mind Break on Yandere's part, Possessive behavior, Blood, Forced kissing, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

He was going insane.... He had met a being from another realm, fell in love, then lost them all in a few weeks. Richtofen had lost you, even after all you did together.

It all started with a little feeling, he knew something was there. Then you came crashing into his world. With that, you also managed to worm your way into his heart once the suspicion died down.

He was obsessive about you. He knows he has a mission to do, yet he keeps remembering how you felt. He remembers the kiss and what followed after....

Then once you found a way to leave you jumped at it. He was stunned when you gave him one last hug, one he didn't want to let go of, and started towards the opened portal. He felt... desperation.

"Take me with you!"

He remembers crying out to you.

"I can't live without you!"

You kept saying you couldn't live here with him. That you cared for him... yet had to go home. You had different realms.

His love was unnatural.

He still... felt you sometimes. Still guiding him like a guardian angel. It hurt him so much that he can't feel your warmth fully.

With the ore affecting his brain and the fact he met you, he became destructive to mostly himself.... His team had noticed blood dripping down his arm. In an attempt to heal him, they realize what he's done.

"What the HELL, Richtofen?"

On his arm, once the blood was wiped clean, was letters scratched into his skin. Letters of your name. His deity... his player.

"I don't ever want to forget them. They will be my only love. I need to see them again."

To see you again was his motivation. He already had the ability to go to other realms. Surely, with research and practice, he could see yours.

He bets your realm is beautiful. He bets it's peaceful without the undead breathing down your neck. He's just... excited to be with you again.

Richtofen was only a game character to you. A ball of code only meant to exist in a game. It turns out he may be more than that.

He felt his mind rotting while he obsessively focused on more and more research. He's told over and over to forget about it. He can't.

Not when he knows you're out there.

By this time, you had moved on from Call of Duty Black Ops 3. The fact he can't feel your presence only stresses him more. He presses on... looking for a breakthrough.

Then there's a blinding light... a portal...

And a Richtofen on his hands and knees in front of your PC/TV.

Confusion fills the air, the man looking around the room with caution. There's a familiar scream that makes him turn his head. Only to see you in the doorway, realizing the consequences of your actions.

"Beloved-"

"No...."

"You need to go back-"

"I've been trying to see you again! I managed to find you!"

The bloodied man in front of you steps closer, laughing to himself.

"Go back...? Now why would I go back?"

Your gaze flicks to his scarred arm. Your name is read on it, making your eyes widen. Richtofen smiles when he sees what you're seeing.

"I made this mark on myself to show you how much I love you!"

He grips your shoulders, you swore he could hear your heart beat. Any chance this could be a dream is snuffed out when he leans in to kiss your lips softly. The feeling of facial hair tickling your skin is too familiar... too real.

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

Richtofen preaches, eyes fixated only on yours.

"Does this now show how we're fated? I'd travel across time and space to find you. I said I wanted to come with you... after months, I've done it."

He strokes your cheek like you're a scared animal. Richtofen then slowly guides you to the nearest seat and sits by you, not once letting you go. It's as if he's scared to lose you again.

"I'm not going anywhere now... so, dear, may you show me how your realm works?"

His question is soft, as if he's not covered in blood. As if he's not strapped with an arsenal.... As if he's not from a VIDEO GAME-

Shuttering, you manage to form a response.

"S-Shower... then we'll talk-"

The idea of him coming here was not too out of this world. You went to a video game. How could he not come to your world?

The issue was getting him back... if you could.

Until you could find that out, you needed to disguise him. Richtofen looked like he was straight out of WWII. It would look weird nowadays, obviously.

Still trying to get your bearings, you convince Richtofen to give you his sizes and give him a modern set of clothes from a store. He didn't seem to mind. It was the start of his new life with you.

One with way less danger and undead.

It felt so weird to you. Awkward, even... based on what you two did within his world. After that, he was convinced you two were soulmates bound to one another.

You'd feel his arms around you tightly. You even catch him kissing you, wishing for something similar to what you did before. Before you thought of the consequence it would have to do such a thing with a video game character....

Something so simple comes with a price.

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

Richtofen cheers to you, smiling like a child. He'd be so excited just to sit beside you or gaze at your very modern TV. It was as though he went to the future.

He did way more than just that.

Each kiss and hug felt strange. It was all very real, hell the modern clothes make him look like he's from around here. But you know his origins.

Not only that... but he's under the impression you're his and he's yours. He thinks your dating. As a result... it gets hard to explain to others.

He's from a fictional universe yet somehow in yours.

Your shock had ended after you were thrown into his.

He's possessive, glaring at anyone else around you. You hear him mumble he hates the attention you're getting. His new ideal life is to be alone, with you, in your home. A house spouse, if you will.

If anyone comments on your "boyfriend's" similarities to Richtofen from COD, you are quick to try and excuse it.

It's just a funny coincidence! You harshly nudge Richtofen when he tries to say he is who they think he is. Then you're dragging him off, saying you'll talk to them later!

Your situation becomes increasingly hard to manage. Far as you know, you're the only one who has this problem. The fact he's obsessive, trailing the name on his arm affectionately, scares you more.

How do you solve this?

In response to your distant mind, he tries to soothe you. You need to stop worrying. He just wishes to adore you like he did before.

You used to think the company is okay. Yet fear sinks back in rather quickly. You know you have to fix this.

You just have no idea where to start...

Or if you even can.

"Dear... you still love me like you used to, right?"

#yandere call of duty zombies #yandere cod zombies #yandere self aware au #yandere primis richtofen

[emilycollins00]

Act 1 re-read! The show must go on!

. To be honest the show being next month is really insane given that they at this point didn’t even have a script

. And oh wow I didn’t expect that shout from Sakyo, it spooked me a bit

. 10 million yens I had to make the change and it’s like 63,602 euros holy molly no wonder Tsuzuru’s like fuck and Izumi like double fuck

. Question nº1 Why did Sakyo act like bad guy? Do we know what response he hoped to get? Trying to scare Izumi? 

. Enjoyed the slap. That was stepping WAY over the line with the tricks.

. Also this game might have been just a tiny bit funnier funny had they been allowed to swear ksdhk

. Last condition being Izumi as the director now I’m like ok but what if she you know, had a job?? Did Sakyo expect her to leave it?

. Izumi is too good for Yukio there I said it

. Sakuya’s situation again tho oof, the fact he didn’t even tell their relatives?? And the FACT that he was already 2 days in right? My heart. The "thank you for calling for me” felt devastating. Feels like Sakuya reeeally didn’t want to even try to take any chances with them (ALSO crashing with friends?!! DIDN’T REMEMBER THAT!! Oh that’s a lot to take in)

. First time having his own room, I might really cry

. Masumi mentioning dating at this point wow, his vision is so… narrow I really feel conflicted, how lonely must you be to reach this point with someone you met on the same day

. In another universe where Masumi got paper kdhkfh  Tsuzuru and Citron roomies waaah, I think it’d have worked but yeah, who better than to learn to take care of others for masu than tsuzuru

. LEGEND OF CURRY. Gotta love Izumi’s “what can I possibly with these leftover….?? Mmm I don’k know… oh wait?? CURRY!” <- has if that wasn’t your only option ma’am/j

. Can I just mention that this might have possibly been the first dinner both Masumi and Sakuya might have spent with others feeling this content? I cry

. “Our scriptwriter-“ misumi grandpa right? I love already knowing stuff

. “Paying my own rent on (place) is just scary” aint that true when you first begin to live alone

. MASUMI AGAIN BEING A SAVAGE NO HE DID NOT CALL TSUZURU HOMELESS

. IZUMI KEEPING AT IT AS WELL

. “With all due respect, are you nut” kissing location again

. Honestly they were lucky Citron and Itaru where there on their 1st day

. Tsuzuru my BELOVED, still I’d be with Izumi here, they took their chances but that was better than nothing. Making a 2-hour-play is A LOT in week what the- He’s so amazing pls

. ACTOR WHO WAS EXCELLENT WITH FEMALE ROLESGHJ KAZUMI (I still have to read about the story but-) I LOVE U

. Itaru felt scary talking so… like that and unlike him now that we know him more. I would have run away sdnk poor izumi

. “Tsuzu became one with his pc” help I can’t imagine the pressureee. Question nº2 I can’t help but think if he had done stuff like this before?? Or was this the start of him overworking himself?

. The script is done awwwiieee!! A LOVED hearing him so happy!! His VA did such a good job seeming so relieved/happy for real

. This part was SO scary, somehow, his way of talking as well

. Did itaru just try to (I don’t know if I’m using the word correctly) gaslight izumi??

. Masumi was reaaally not having it with Sakuya, again you can see somehow the only-child/big bro in a huge family differences

. Sakuya knowing all that from Masumi it’s wow. He truly remembers stuff

. I’m curious that for all that Itaru seemed to be hiding, he didn’t seem that surprised when the rest found out he was a gamer. Or maybe he didn’t really hide but just, went on his business?

. Someone let Sakuya in the manzai duo, these 3 are hilarious (I had absolutely forgot that Yuzo was from the spring troupe?? Oh WOW that was something. Also he really went hard, it was needed tho)

. SLEEPOVER AWW

. FIRST PICTURE AWWWWWW!

. That situation felt like an asmr with little snoring noises ghjkl

. That the first thing Yuki does when he appears is to give each of them a nickname while taking note for the costumes is sending me

. OH citron, and this scene. Him being honest with his feelings about him probably not being the best choice broke me a bit.. and Izumi being like, “then ill protect you” SOB, first breathing moment for citron maybe in that aspect since he came to japan. I love their friendship so freaking much

. “When did this goofball start acting like a prince?” MMMM I don’t think he’s acting Izumi

. OH again bc the drama when Itaru says he’s leaving was skdjn. Izumi “WHAT, WHY??” (also me in my room knowing it was gonna happen: WHAT, WHY??”)

. Question nº 3 Itaru says something along the lines of wanting to say it now so they had plenty of time to change it before it was late but like, how far could they be? They had 1 month so 4 weeks, 1st week was for the script, let’s say this is somewhat by the end of the 2nd is when Yuzo comes and they sleep in the stage, in less than 2 weeks you want someone to change? A bit all over the place for my taste

. But also he’s just over the place himself look at him? And then the iconic family play kauhsdkjk this was the beginning. (I COULD STAND TRUSTING SOMEONE AGAIN I CRY)

. Related to Q3 I’m still so confused with chapter 20 bc they say they only have five weeks to go?? I need help understanding

. I have to say, have we ever seen Sakuya speaking like this later on? I feel there was so much at risk here too so maybe its bc of that but wow Sakuya so… raw, hit me more than I expected

. Chap 23 broke my heart, fav out of the episode so far I think. Sakuya is SO strong as a character. ALSO feeling the need to be loved in a place? Masumi can relate this time and citron as well with the family stuff

. SDFGHJK their fight with godza I was like, “Just u wait just u wait just u waiiiit”

. Tsuzuru is so freaking relatable, not just bc we all have our circumstances that sometime stop us from doing things but like, time passes by so so fast and I was told so many time as I grew up but like, it’s so true. More true than I think I understood. Each year passes by even faster and I blink and we are already in August oof

. KAZUNARI APPEARS AWW I loved his enthusiasm since the beginning (“He’s annoying” “Masumi I know. Quiet” FGHJKL)

. No but I have to say Kazunari saved half the spring play somehow. Aside from Itaru talking in his gameplays, because the fact that he informed this many people, helped with the TV… I love him

. I also loved Yuki buying one, he definitely saw how much the spring troupe put themselves out there

. I don’t really get what brought Masumi to suddenly act like that after hearing “don’t act for me” from Izumi… I mean I kinda do but mmm felt forced to bring up his situation?

. The fanclub always felt all over the place and toxic honestly

. Anyway I loved how they all gave their opinion on how they react with love to make Masumi see it’s not the end of the world.

. Ok I really, really liked how Masumi told her that it didn’t matter if her acting wasn’t good. It was about putting yourself out there and how much passion and work you gave. Good boy Masumi (also good for Izumi for mentioning a later talk about boundaries)

. First play IM SO EXCITED!! I also love that the main thing despite what’s at risk that Izumi wants them to have a good first experience above everything. I love her so so much for real. (Also Matsukawa sounds so pro on the intercom!) this is it

. “we can ditch this town and travel the world!” we’ve heard this 93849 times and I don’t say this in a bad way bc VA did an amazing job, you can truly see the differences up until the finale oof/pos

. Oh my GOD they did it oh my god im so freaking proud, I swear im so happy I got to experience this again they worked so freaking hard good job everyone!! (I forgot Masumi being speechless and it made me even more emotional if that’s possible bc I already sobbed when they thanked the audience)

. More asmr <3

. WE SOLD OUT LADIES GENTS AND NONBINARY FOLKS I'M SO HAPPY I LOVED THEM HUGGING ONE ANOTHER

. Now I forgot Itaru was hurt what a reality check. For someone who wanted to leave, hiding an injury to keep going is a lot. Also I adored Citron intervention and his tone of voice. He can see the change in Itaru but doesn’t want him to overdo it, I love him <3

. Sakyo you tsundereee

. Man chapter 34 is a sea of tears in here I don’t have the strength to talk about it.

. Sakyo yakuza with a heart of gold indeed!! And Muku and Tenma (snott-looking boy ajshkhdk) aw

This was a perfect 1sr episode!!💕💕💕

#a3! reading club #em speaks

[mizziix]

@bedofherteeth​ Tch... you’ve activated my trap card. You absolute fool.

Putting this under a readmore just in case it gets long, because I’m on PC now and can do that!

For those that missed it, this is Andrei Nichols, 7th Generation Lasombra Elder who has no idea that’s what he is.

For some further context, the game that he’s in is a straight up ERP game. Some people in the game treat it exactly like that, a chance to just have some of their powerful OC’s meet and bang like you’re browsing Meet’N’Fuck games. More power to them, but me and my friends in the server are what’s known as slightly insane. 

Within this game, one of the first scenes he did was, well technically the first one was meet’n’fuck a vampire milf, milfpire if you will. This is an ERP game. However, at every opportunity the fact has been emphasized that he is creepy. He lives in a completely abandoned, dilapidated apartment building. It’s always cold there, and no matter how many people you enter with it always feels like you are hauntingly alone. Everything is watching you even though nothing is there. It has managed to unnerve other vampires and even seasoned mages, one of which I’ll explain later he’s important. The other vital element here is that, again, Andrei is aware of exactly none of it. He is confused why more people don’t visit unless invited, he doesn’t know why he doesn’t have neighbors, and it’s actually left vague if he’s even paying rent to a landlord or he just thinks he does. He’s called the plumber about the fact that his shower doesn’t spray water but instead the cold black nothingness of the Abyss, but they didn’t show up. Eventually he stopped calling as, well, it cleans him well enough. All of his clothes and towels in the room kept getting stained with old, rotting black blood though, so he’s learned to just leave all cloth outside of the room while he’s showering. You get used to it.

He also collects things, just idly. At the recommendation of the aforementioned milfpire and the soon to be mentioned Mage he’s begun to spice up his rather drab apartment. So, he has a few pretty flags up, he’s strung up some lights, and over most surfaces he has various nicknacks scattered around. Cool things he’s gathered in the city, more than one of these are magical artifacts. However, he’s not a Tremere nor a Wizard, so he has no idea. You might be noticing a theme here.

Also Playstation games! He collects old Playstation games, the good and especially the bad.

The most important interactions he has so far are with two mages, one played by my boyfriend and the other played by @bloodtreachery​, the Hermetic mage Adeptus Maior Artixano le Bateleur bani Criamon, Entertainer of the Ephemeral, Storyteller of the Elemental Cycles, Wanderer of the Nine Worlds, and Tapestry of Tales Yet to Be Told. Andrei just calls him Artixano, or Artie. The long and short of it is that these two are coworkers, have been for years at this point. They work at the magical femboy hooters mentioned in my last post, a free use tea house run by my boyfriend’s character. It’s a wild ride.

Artixano came by to Andrei’s place to chat, hang out, play some games, and deliver some gifts. They ended up playing Crash Bash Haberdash, a hat based cart racing game that absolutely sucked. So they stopped doing that, and through some flirting Artixano got Andrei to play dress up for him, modeling some clothes he had bought. This server being what it is, after Andrei stripped he didn’t make it to the first dress before they were making out.

This is where I have to re-emphasize something.

Even if he’s not aware of his past, Andrei is still a Lasombra elder on the Road of Kings. From the START, the MOMENT he was out of his clothes he was scheming on how to defeat Artixano in a battle of seduction. What does that mean? How does that even work? You obviously don’t understand.

For the sake of everyone I will refrain from recounting the details, but safe to say Artixano did pick up on the invisible battle of wits and dicks going on here, once he started teasing Andrei and Andrei started to fight back it was on. 

The rest of the scene was the most calculated sex scene either of us had ever written, it wasn’t about having fun (even though it was) it was a chess match of planning, maneuvering, and outplaying your opponent. The entire time we were joking that L’s theme from Death Note was playing in both of their heads even though neither of them had said that this was actually a challenge. There were Dune levels of Machiavellian plans within plans within plans going on while these two were having anal sex.

It all ended with one of them winning. It was never stated who won. They will forever disagree on the conclusion.

#oc rambling #mildly not safe for you know what #Lasombra #World of darkness #Vampire the Masquerade

[smartycvnt]

misplaced

pairing: becky lynch x reader

prompt: "i forgot my towel"

warnings: smut, top becky, bottom reader

"What the hell do you mean there's one room left?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. AEW tapings didn't usually occur at the same time as WWE premium live events in the same city, but this month it had happened, and it seemed like everywhere was overbooked. Including your last resort hotel, which you had booked on your own after the room the company got for you was filled.

"There aren't exactly a lot of ways to mean that," Becky said from behind you. You clenched your fists at your side and turned around to face her. She didn't even flinch as you invaded her personal space. "I'm sure if you walk the street long enough, you can find yourself a bed."

"Watch it. I'd hate for your shoulder to get separated again," you warned her. Becky clenched her jaw as she reached past you and put her hand on the room key. You saw it at the last second and grabbed onto it as well. "You aren't getting the only room in the city."

"This is where the company put me, so yes, I am," Becky told you. You went to pull the card in, but Becky's grip on it was stronger than you had anticipated. She came crashing into you, pinning you against the clerk's desk. "Let go of my key card."

"It's not yours, so no." You stared down at Becky. Neither of you moved at all until a throat cleared behind you. The clerk was holding the phone, an expression on his face that told both of you that he would call authorities if needed. You were the first one to back away then, not wanting to get in any sort of trouble over something as trivial as Becky's bullshit. "We can share, it's just one night anyways."

Becky didn't argue with you about sharing a room, which surprised you quite a bit. She had never liked you. You had been brought in a little while after she had debuted on NXT. The crowds at first had seen you for exactly what you were, a pretty face with little to no wrestling ability. You hadn't taken more than two or three classes at the PC before being brought up to TV, which was presumably whenever Becky had begun disliking you. It didn't help that when they took you away from TV, you had walked out only to be brought back a little over a year later to start training again.

"You're lucky that I'm so nice and letting you stay with me," Becky grumbled as she unlocked the hotel room door. You rolled your eyes at her statement. There was another, unsaid part of that, but you knew what it was. Almost every girl in the locker room had whispered about all kinds of ridiculous rumors regarding you and several prominent backstage and corporate figures.

"Sure I am," you deadpanned.

"It's not my fault your crypt keeper boyfriends aren't here anymore to get you the penthouse suite." The jab was a low blow, but it wasn't anything that you weren't used to. You just ignored Becky and walked into the bathroom without another word. There was no plan really. You had showered at Smackdown already, but you just needed to get away from Becky. Deciding the easiest way to stall for time was showering again, you turned the water on and undressed yourself. It was nice, up until the moment you stepped out and realized that you had forgotten your towel.

"Becky!" you shouted as you cracked open the bathroom door. "Becky!"

"What the fuck do you think I did this time?" Becky asked as she walked towards the door.

"Nothing, I just, I forgot my towel," you said. You weren't sure what you expected her to do other than maybe hand you a towel, but Becky just walked off instead. "Becky? Come on, can you just hand me a towel please? I'm starting to get cold."

"Get it yourself," Becky said as she hopped onto the bed. You let out a slightly strangled noise of frustration and stepped out into the room. Becky didn't seem to be paying attention to you at all, instead scrolling through her phone. You sent her a nasty glare that you were sure she could sense as you dried yourself off with a towel from the closet.

"You're ridiculous," you grumbled as you dug through your bag to find something to sleep in. Becky continued to ignore you as you got dressed. Now in your sleep clothes, you walked over to the bed and plopped yourself down right next to Becky.

"What do you think you're doing? There's a blanket on the couch for you," Becky told you. You scoffed at the notion that you would be sleeping on the couch. You got under the comforter, ignoring the way that your leg felt brushing against Becky's. "Get out of my bed Y/n."

"Stop acting like a fucking child Becky. This isn't a big deal," you snapped. You were tired, much more than you realized. The show hadn't exhausted you too badly, but Becky's attitude was really draining. "You'd think I shot your dog with how you treat me."

"How I treat you? You're so fucking entitled all of the time. You get handed everything, then act like it's not enough." Becky had no idea what she was talking about. The two of you hadn't been on the same roster in years, not since the two of you had gotten in a fight backstage on Smackdown.

"After the last year you've had, you're really one to talk, aren't you? You ran over to Raw because you knew that you can't keep the Smackdown Title on your own, but nobody would be your friend. And then when you lost that Raw Women's Championship, you lost yourself. I got thrown from the top of the mountain back down to the bottom and didn't say a thing to anyone. So, which one of us is really entitled Becky?" The room was tense, neither of you really having expected you to snap like that. Becky looked away from you, like she could no longer bear to keep eye contact.

"I'm not proud of the way I acted, okay? And you're the one who ran away when they put me on Raw," Becky pointed out. It was true, whenever news of Becky's draft to Raw came in, you asked to quietly be sent over to Smackdown. "You didn't get thrown to the bottom of the mountain. You ran because you know I'm better than you."

"Whatever," you said as you shoved Becky's shoulder. Becky shoved you back, and things immediately began escalating. It was just like the last time you'd worked together, only this time, you fought back a little better. Becky still managed to get the upper hand by the end of it though, pinning you beneath her body to the mattress.

"Stop struggling," Becky told you as she struggled to keep you down against the mattress. "If you calm down, I'll get off of you, airhead."

"Can you just stop talking shit on me for five minutes? You've always been like this, and I didn't even do anything to you at first. It's not my fault that I'm here." You slowly stopped struggling, but Becky had shifted her weight off of you before that. She was still sitting on top of you, straddling you, but you could have easily pushed her off of you if you wanted to. "I'm sorry you weren't sought out, but I've worked for my shots too. And it's not like anybody's thought it was believable enough for me to hold a title anyways."

Becky visibly softened at your words. She had always been so caught up in you always being chosen for the spotlight or big matches that she never realized you rarely ever got to win anything. You were a jobber just like she had been before being given the chance to really prove herself. You may have been one of Vince's "chosen girls" but that didn't mean you got anything other than screen time. She wondered for a moment if maybe all of her anger and negativity towards you might have been misplaced.

"I'm sorry," Becky apologized quietly. She lifted her hands from around your wrists as she sat up straight. You had been pinned beneath Becky before, but it had never been like this. Before, your bodies had only really been this close in a wrestling ring. Admittedly, having her on top of you like she was in bed was affecting you quite a bit.

"It's okay." You don't know why you said it, especially because you absolutely did not mean it. Becky's words had always hurt a little more than everybody else's. Her complete and total rejection of you had more than bothered you for years. You didn't know why, but you would have said or done anything to get that stupid, deflated look off of her face.

"It's not," Becky said, more to herself than you. You could see Becky getting inside of her head, so you placed your hands on her hips to try and draw her out of it. Becky's eyes flashed down to meet yours, like she had been unable to do for the past couple of minutes. Becky placed her hand around your wrist, but didn't try to move your hands off of her body. There was a flash of something in Becky's eyes, something that you recognized, but had never seen from her before.

"I didn't know," you whispered. There was an eternity of waiting, which was really only about 15 seconds, and then Becky was leaning towards you to kiss you. You weren't sure if you had sat up to meet her or not, but Becky had you pressed against the mattress so quickly afterwards that it didn't matter.

If someone would have told you that morning you'd be making out with Becky Lynch in a hotel room, you would have sent them to get a concussion test. Now, as you found yourself actually doing that, you wondered how the hell the two of you had danced around this for so long. All of the animosity seemed to make sense as you grasped at each other's bodies. The feelings had always been there in your head, that was why you had been so hurt when Becky didn't want anything to do with you. That was why you'd been so quick to jealousy whenever she showed anyone else the kindness that she refused you.

"We shouldn't-," Becky started.

"Don't stop," you told her. Becky didn't have to be told twice to keep going. There was an urgency to your voice that really spurred Becky on. You didn't know exactly what you wanted Becky to do to you. All you knew was that you wanted Becky. Becky seemed to want you, if the hasty way that she tugged each article of clothing off of your body was anything to go by.

Becky raked her eyes along your body, almost as if she was surprised by what she was seeing. Whenever you had first gotten to the Performance Center, you had been skinny. Over the years, you had built up more strength and muscle mass. Becky could see the product of the work you had put in behind the scenes, and all of that impressed her. Unknowingly, the breathy little whine that you let out as Becky's hands hovered over your center pulled her away from the guilty rabbit hole that she had been nearing.

"Touch me." You weren't usually one to sound desperate, not in situations like this. It was usually where you held most of your control, but Becky had come in and taken it all. You didn't mind it though, oddly enough you trusted Becky to take good care of you.

"Are you sure?" Becky asked. You couldn't tell if there was a teasing tone to her voice or not. You didn't put it past Becky to tease you a little bit for her own enjoyment.

"Please," you pleaded. Becky didn't need to hear it again after that. She had one hand in between your legs while the other one reached forward to cradle the back of your head. She rested her forehead against yours and kissed you as her fingers finally made contact to your center.

You let out a choked moan as Becky's fingers glided between your folds. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. You could feel her smirking against your skin as you struggled to contain the noises you were making. Becky seemed content kissing along your neck and jaw as her fingers moved around in between your legs, but she reconnected your lips when they slipped inside of you.

"Shh," Becky shushed you softly as you cried out loudly. It would be a miracle if you didn't get a noise complaint, and the room was under Becky's name, not yours. As ineffective as kissing you to contain your moans was, Becky never tried any other method to keep you quiet. It was almost like she enjoyed kissing you more than she cared about getting in some trouble.

"Fuck Becky. I'm close, I'm so close," you warned. Becky could tell by the little things your body had been doing. Your breathing had quickened quite a bit, you were starting to move along with her fingers a bit more, and your thighs had been clenching around her body tightly for the past minute or so. You opened your mouth to give another warning, but instead all that you managed was repeatedly chanting Becky's name over and over again until all of the oxygen had left your body and you just couldn't anymore.

"Are you okay?" Becky asked as she finally moved away from you. You took the few moments she was giving you to catch your breath to also think about your answer. You had unloaded on Becky just moments before, letting years of frustration off of your chest. You knew that was what she was referring to, and the more you thought about it, the less clear the conclusion was.

"Yeah," you answered. Becky seemed content with that answer as she laid back under the blanket. You got redressed and then settled in next to Becky. Both of you laid near your own edges of the bed, the tension not completely dissipated between the two of you. You closed your eyes, despite being unable to actually sleep and just hoped that eventually your body would take mercy on you.

"I'm sorry," Becky apologized. It was barely a whisper, like she assumed you were asleep and didn't want to wake you up. You willed yourself to stay still, even as Becky got out of bed and left the room. You laid there for several more hours waiting up for her, but she didn't make it back before you had fallen asleep. However, when you woke up in the morning, Becky was packing her things up and pretending like she had never left in the first place. "See you at Survivor Series."

"Yeah, see you then." You frowned as you watched her leave. It was one night, and you knew that wouldn't magically erase years of animosity, but you had hoped that maybe it would have changed something for the better.

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch imagines #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch

[ferrous-ironclaw]

Thank you Larian Studios for providing the most tense experience of my recent gaming career.

It only took two attempts, the first one crashed and burned about eight hours in due to a softlock due to a bugged dialogue, and almost put me off trying again. But the second attempt flew past at breakneck pace.

My squad was Gale (Divination Wizard, for guaranteeing those critical CC spells), Karlach (Tavern Brawler Open Hand Monk, for quite possibly the highest DPR in the game), Shadowheart (Light Cleric Spell-Tank abusing Radiating Orb) and Anja, my PC (Halfling Lore Bard who talked their way out of every sticky situation Karlach couldn't punch).

Potential BG3 & Honour mode spoilers below:

Honorable mentions to Astarion, the incredible flying Owlbear (who helped me beat Grym by leaping from the top rope and doing an incredible 200 damage) and Jaheira, who helped me buff to avoid certain one-shot thresholds in the later game.

Honestly, I think I spent too much time prepping for this challenge. All the way back in Act 1, I was making choices to ensure I had access to certain allies and options later on in Act 3 to avoid difficult checks (like recruiting Yurgir for the Raphael fight) only to end up... not really needing them. Act 1 had some of the toughest fights by far, and making sure I hit the right thresholds for XP was really important. I remember tiptoeing through the Goblin Camp, hunting for shreds of XP to hit the right level to face the Goblin Leadership, only to end up being caught out and having to brute force my way through several fights. Inquisitor W'worgaz required a whole setup to ensure I could kill him in 2 rounds, but after he fell and I sauntered into Act 2 with the Blood of Lathander and Adamantine Scalemail for Shadowheart, I was feeling pretty confident.

I talked the three Thorms to death, fireballed some plants and blundered the portal fight (Sorry Halsin!) before finally rocking up to Catacombs and taking on the Trials of Shar. I cheesed Balthazar by using Knock on his door (and treating myself to a cutscene where the only member in range of the trigger was my Quasit, who looked very bewildered by the whole encounter) and the rest was a breeze. Even Ketheric fell over to Karlach's punches, and the final phase of the Illithid colony turned out to be pretty easy when I realised I could tank 99% of the Avatar of Myrkul's damage and negate his healing just by having Karlach stand in range with her Necrotic resistance and 20 AC, and having Gale haste himself and cast Bone Chill every round. Sucks to be beat at your own game, huh Myrkul?

Act 3 swiftly turned into a collect-a-thon as I scooped up the last few powerful items I needed to make endgame builds. Lorroakan never got a chance to cast a spell thanks to two characters with counterspell, and with Markoheshkir and the Weave set, Gale became the ultimate hobo wizard capable of blowing up pretty much any threat. Level 11 brought Globe of Invulnerability and turned some of my biggest fears (House of Grief, Gortash & Raphael) into steamrolls where I didn't even take a single point of damage, and never saw a single hostile action. Viconia De'vir spent her entire lifespan being Black Hole'd into a Wall of Fire/Black Tentacles/Silence combo that rendered her impotent, new Legendary actions and all. Gortash got one round of throwables in before Karlach turned his face into a grey paste with the aid of six attacks per round, and Raphael? Oh brother. Using all the explosives I could find in Felogyr's basement, I collapsed all his pillars and then stomped him into the ground with Stunning Strike and Tasha's Hideous Laughter.

Orin came close to ruining my run through my own hubris - She managed to out-initiative my party by quite a lot and land smack bang on top of my Danse Macabre ghouls... blowing them all up and causing a huge chunk of friendly fire to Gale, who went down to bleed before his turn came up. Fortunately, some well placed potion throws and a haste bottle brought both Gale & Globe of Invulnerability up, and upcast Magic Missile did the rest.

The walk to the brain didn't bother me, even though I did forget about Voss' ambush if you don't free Orpheus, because by that point I was so stacked with items anything without the ability to deny CC would just turn into oh-so-much chunky pulp whenever I looked at them. When the time came to fight the Netherbrain, I hesitated... the pressure of losing my run to the Brain's turn timer was terrifying, and I didn't want to take that risk.

So that was when the contingency I'd been planning from Day 1 came in.

I'd been romancing Gale. Primarily to get to see his scenes and how he was as a romantic partner, but also because it lowered the DC to persuade him to detonate the orb to a 25, with advantage. I had no re-rolls left, but thanks to my Halfling race, a natural 1 was unlikely. With all my buffs & stats, I needed a 3+ to succeed, and when that total came up with a 33 I knew I never needed to worry.

And just like that, Gale of Waterdeep sacrificed himself, and the golden dice were mine.

Thank you, Larian Studios. And thank you Gale. You're the best.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #honour mode

[imagine-silk]

Nathaniel anon here again. Could you do the yandere Nate x Warden relationship hcs? What if it grows from friendship to romance?

By the way, I tried dao a while ago, the game seems to run ok no crashing, but none of the dlcs load up. I haven't found a solution yet but I'll try a fresh install asap (I had clonned the game from my previous pc, strangely, it worked for da2) is your system a Windows 10/11 by chance? I had issues running other old games on it, but so far found different fixes.

》I hard reset so blank slate.

Nathaniel Howe was a Howe; a very very rich noble. Safe to say he is very traditional and grand in how he courts. "My lady/lord" is what he calls you if he's not using your title as Warden Commander. Flattery runs from his lips like he can never say enough. You saved him when you could have had him killed and became his friend, he will love you til the end of time.

Your life is dangerous and he goes out of his way to make it safer, he knows it will never be safe but safer. When you make a hard decision that effect the city people he is out on the street and silences any voice that is too loud calling for your harm. And when he comes back he brings flowers, blood wiped clean. He socially embarrasses anyone who starts courting you even before he starts. If they keep going he keeps at it until you say you're uncomfortable. What kind of husband would he be if he let them live? He can't let them continue to breath.

As I said; very traditional. When you get back from a expedition you are pampered, no if ands or buts about it. His hands are all over your body and does whatever you tell him to do, and I mean anything. The thought of being yours is almost more delicious than the thought of you being his. He kisses you to say hi and bye. Everything that you have is shared. You would be married if it wasn't forbidden for wardens but he says you are. In his mind you are.

When he looks at you he sees more than redemtion. He sees something worth killing for.

#ask and you shall receive #dragon age origins #dragon age #nathaniel howe #gender neutral reader #yandere #yan?

[ageless-aislynn]

Tonight, I was trying to make Georgette earn her keep by letting me check Tumblr and do some basic Internet stuff when here the Nvidia card kicks on and the system fan starts to speed up. I had my hand hovering over the power button to hard shutdown but I impulsively just started absolutely reading that thing to filth: I reminded it that my dad's PC with a fourth of the RAM, a processor chip 4 iterations lower and NO dedicated graphics card, just a little integrated Intel chip, can easily play Halo while this quote/unquote "big gaming machine" is crying and quivering over playing a frickin' YouTube video. I would be ASHAMED of myself if I were this computer! Just totally mocking it for a minute or so with all of the pent up sarcastic vitriol in my soul.

Annnnnd everything quieted down and didn't go ahead and crash or freeze. 🤷 Will that work ever again?

Were it so easy.

~the Arbiter Thel 'Vadam, after being sick of having an unfixable computer, probably 😠😉

#computer problems #computer issues #Georgette #well at least it worked tonight #🤷😉 #ageless aislynn

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"System Crash"

[The Weapon x you/Sarah palmer]

Contains: rabid growth. Rapid weight gain. Gts. Size difference.

TW suckles at your phone's charging port. The entire bottom of your phone in her lips S she stares directly at you. Slowly deleting all your phone data. Ingesting gigabytes of secret shameful fat porn downloads. Your emails your texts. Your apps your screenshotsm

Staring at you cutely as her belly swelled like a bug blueberry. Her buttocks getting fatter and sagging in her simulated uniform pants. She scritches her belly. You like that dont you? And gives the growing orb a wobble.

You struggle between wanting to slap the phone out of her lips and save your precious data...and watching the blue bombshell blowing up on all your juicy fattening content.

She starts and temporarily pulls your phone out of her mouth. "Oh my gosh. Y-you have FAT art of ME on here!" The Weapon flickers all pink for a moment. The AI equivalent of blushing. Then ravenously plans her lips on your phone again and goes back to slurping up your contacts, your juicy porn, your tasty social media apps. Her tummy starting to sag out from under her pants as it grew like a balloon. Her clothes didn't burst they simply grew with her, defying the laws of physics.

Her backside was a shelf now. Bug enough to set a glass of wine on, her tum hung to her knees, and stuck out almost as far as she was tall. It sloshed and fizzled.

TW moans cutesy and just for show, tips her head back holding your phone in both hands and "gulps" down the last of your firmware. For a brief moment a glitched out "shutting down" logo appeared reflected in her eyes.

Then she dropped your empty, useless, bricked phone, and you heard the screen shatter.

She was panting, she sunk to her knees, but her belly hit the floor first. It sloshed like a big balloon and spread out in all directions, a plump little dome with a bust like two footballs stuffed into her shirt. The neck of her shirt slowly belted as if an invisible knife were drawn from the collar down to the milled of her boobs, and soft plump blue cleavage emerged. Her fat fanny wobbled as she gave it an experimental shake. Putting one hand back to feel how wide and fat her backside had become.

"Nnfff. I even got back rolls. I'm just...oh no...did your porn corrupt me?" TW made a face, slapped four fingers to her lips. Her eyes bulged, cheeks puffed. She tried so desperately to hold it in, but her body made a sound like a 90's dial up modem...

"Buuuuurrrrp. Oooh." Her burp made her clutch her fat new belly. The weapon burping into a loud lewd moan. Embarressed she added in a small voice "that was hot..."

Rubbing and squeezing and patting herself all over she bit her lip.

"Am I big enough? I...don't fatten up like a normal girl. I think I could get bigger. D-do you want to see me get bigger?" TW stroked her fat, and peered up at your frozen body. "I-if you don't need that computer over there...." she licked her lips eying your new PC.

Sensing danger you hastily grabbed her your old XBOX 360. If a phone did THAT to her, maybe she'd get plenty fat on your old game hard drives.

"Mfff. This thing is ancient." TW pouted. Snuffing your Xbox 360. "Is that...." she sniffed it again and frowned. "I smell Cortana." She kissed the usb port and licked it. Her hips bulged another inch with a soand like squeezed rubber. "Oh! Mmm. It IS her and...o-oh. Is that John..." she turned pink again. And looked away. Grabbing an old XBox plug and play cord. She plugged it in, and promptly but the metal connectors on the wide pyramid shaped base.

"Oh my gawd its delicious! What's gears of War? Its so yummy!" TW moaned and began slurping greedily. Her big butt swelling steadily behind her. Her fat belly starting to spread across the room like a blue blob comming for your toes. Her thighs were starting to get rolls at the knees. Her glow a little richer more vibrant. She tied her bob hair cut back into a little top knot as she sucked and sucked and sucked up your fattening game saves first them moved onto your dlc.

"I feel like all the big games are going straight to my ass." The Weapon said. Sure enough two huge bags of blubber were rising like mountains behind her. The fat orbs of her booty pressing against her lower back and thighs pinning her against the fat round tum that was propping her up on her knees.

By the time she'd finished eating mass effect. She was immobile. A round yoga ball like belly and huge yoga ball sized ass cheeks. A round soft face. A second chin, and arms as wide as pillows and thighs like big plush couch arm rests.

Your XBOX fan was whining the amount of electricity she was pulling through it just to slurp up your old data and add it to her growing fattening form was melting the Xbox insides. The weapong was getting...bigger.

Not just fatter. But taller too. Her tits were three times the size of your head. Her long thighs were quickly approaching 5 feet in length. You realized she was towering over you now. Her entire plump form filling your living room.

You felt something soft and squishy push against your knees, and instinctively looked down in time to see her fat spreading belly mush warm and soft into your standing lap nearly bowling you over as she got fatter and fatter and fatter.

You looked up to see her head was nearly touching thr ceiling you stumbled back and bumped into the wall, sitting on your butt limbs splayed as you stared up at the big blue fatty. My gosh she had to be 9 feet tall!

The Dimitrescue sized TW stood your old 360 resting against her left tit hanging from her lips on the little plug n play cord. Hands as big as your chest cupped tits as big as you and squeezed them moaning loud enough to shake your house.

Hwr belly filled 40% of the damn living room! Sher ass was squeezed against the roof. She grunted. There was a sparking sputter from your 360. Before it red ringed, and the fans spun down to a stop.

The weapon looked dazed, she was STUFFED with data. Her eyes glazed over panting and puffing. Her tired eyes looked down, she could barely see you around all her big blue fat.

HUUOOOOOOOOORRP.

The little xbox 360 tumbled and shattered as it hit the floor. Another device in your house absolutely bricked. A sacrifice of nostalgia just to make your room mate fatter.

"Mmff. Your damn roof is...pointy...its digging into my big butt!" She frowned.

You shivered. TW's voice was getting low and husky.

"C'mere idiot. Feel what you've fucking done to me." A hand reached out and too late you realized it was big enough to wrap around your torso. You were slammed against the greedy blue blob, and sank face first into her soft warm belly. "Hehe hehe kinda cute feeling you struggle down there. Maybe I should fucking squash you with this fat tummy. Just feel you squirm for a few days while I eat up your house. What do you say? You don't need your Xbox one, do you? Not with that yummy looking pc in the corner. And whats this?"

TW picked up your router. She could smell "data" now. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. Your heart lept, if TW started sucking up the internet. There might be no fucking limit to the damage (or how fat) she could fucking get.

You hastily try to distract her with your Ps3 hoping this measly morsel will distract the growing gigabyte gulping glutton from turning into a terrifying terabyte snacking tyrant.

The Weapon stuffed you in her cleavage and bat the Playstation away. Trying to fumble with the tiny little clasp that would release your ethernet cable and get to the tasty tasty internet inside.

She was too big now.

Her fingers too massive and too chubby to touch the little plastic clips. Pouting she bashed your combination wifi/router against her tummy a few times. But she was so plush and jiggly it did 0 damage.

Tugging and tugging she couldn't get the cable out. She struggled so much she burped, and belched as grunted and groused.

"So much juicy data! Bigger, bigger! I want to get bigger for you! Help me you tiny nerd!" The weapon whined.

Accidentally hitting the reset button, The Weapon started.

"What? Oh...oh my gosh what is that? What..." her breasts began to plump and swell straining against her uniform they had nowhere to go back to mash against each other, the pressure pushing and crushing on your body as you struggled to get free of the giant sloshy booba. TW clapped a hand to her belly and felt it pulsing, swelling.

"Ooooh. Oh yes. More....more...MORE!"

There was an ominous groan from the wood and plaster all around you.

TW's clothes simply faded away, her fat tits sprung free, and you stumbled out of her cleavage and flopped across the surface if the massive massive tum.

Her belly was squishing fmagainst the walls trying to fill every available space. Furniture and support walls were crumbling as her fat hips shattered your living room growing into your bathroom your bedroom. All of it her room.

Suddenly no room. You were smooshed in a sea of glowing blue lard. How was she still fattening up? How was she still growing!?!?!?

Then it hit you.

TW had enabled the wifi by accident. She was literally siphoning the very internet itself. Growijng bigger, rounder, blobbier off the very air itself!

Which an enormous crash The weapons huge blue booty exploded from the roof she stretched her arms each one as long as a street now and rolled her neck. Millions of shapeless soft pounds vaguely resembling a belly, hips, thighs, and two big blue mountains of cake were spreading across the town, the next city over.

Banks crashed. Millions died as her blubber simply rolled over them like thick blue jello.

All the while her moans and groans shook the air itself until the earth was literally plunged into darkness the only light on the planets were the sun, and the billion ton fatties soft blue glow seen from space....

The Spartan awoke with a start gasping. She'd cum in her armor and was still throbbing from the wet dream.

She looked around confused, back in the real world again. She wasnt...she wasn't some NERD in the past.

She was Sarah Palmer. Spartan in the UNSC navy. She sighed and collapsed back against the ground. She'd passed out in VR again.

Timidly, barely three inches tall, a little blue babe was poking the tips of her fingers together. "Um. Y-you were dreaming again." The Weapon mumbled. Trying not to look at the chubby chaser.

Sarah rubbed her head. Frowning. The fuck was an Xbox 360 anyway? Absolutely nonsense.

Getting up Sarah couldn't look at TW either.

"It um...I locked the door so no one could get in. And disabled recording but. Um. Your d-dreams..." TW glanced at the screen to her left the big blue fatass moaning and belching turning her on a little bit. Just thinking about the idea of someone fattening her up.

Her dirty secret.

Their subconsciousnesses bleeding together in Sarah's sleep.

"Thank you." Sarah finally said. "Weapon...I trust you won't tell anyone about this?"

"Th-that you had a dream about me eating every peice of information ever and becoming a big sexy fat girl?" The Weapon asked.

"Sexy?" Palmer asked back before she could stop herself.

Both women shared a glance, then immediately looked away.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to l-like fat girls would you Spartan Palmer?" The Weapon asked timidly. The pair finally locked eyes for a long second.

The weapon gulped. And took a chance. Her hand on her flat tummy...she adjusted her image, making her tummy grow a little bit. Making herself a little fatter.

Sarah Palmer looked around to see if anyone was looking.

"Weapon. I have new orders for you. A secret mission, just between us, you understand?"

The weapon got embarressed and shrank back to her thin, lithe self. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and coughed. Looking serious.

Sarah crouched so she was eye level with the weapon.

"I can't keep having these dreams. They're too distracting." Palmer said.

The weapon nodded seriously. But didn't understand at all.

"I need you to be a little fatter when you're around me. Just a little bit, you understand?" Sarah said. "This is for the good of the UNSC, you understand? I need you to be my cute little fatass."

The Weapon's heart leapt. Her booty grew a few inches and she allowed herself a soft pot belly.

"Fatter." Sarah said smiling. "Go on you can be fatter for me, can't you? For the good of the Navy?"

The Weapon nodded. And grew fatter, her pot belly turning into a beer belly. Her cute pink thong peeking out of her pants as her ass got fatter. Her thighs touched, and a second chin grew.

"Fatter." Sarah moaned softly. "I-immobile at least."

The weapon was visibly thrilled but embarressed, and flopped forward. She never "fell over" because a soft bed of belly caught her and she bounced bouyantly in a ball of her own fat.

Sarah looked around. Bit her lip. And leaned in and kissed her. "Good girl." She murmured to the weapon.

"P-permission to be camled your fatty? A good fatty?" The Weapon stammered.

Sarah, realizing they were on the same page smiled. Kissed her again, her face going right through the 6 inch tall butterball, and whispered.

"You're a good little fatty, TW. Meet me in my quarters. We have a lot to discuss."