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#well game 5 happened and i thought i'd gif something different
lazycats-stuff · 7 months
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I'd like to see how batfam deal with babybat (not necessarily baby like 4 or 5) that's obsessed with video games? Like first thing he does in the morning is turn on his playstation before he even has breakfast or anything, maybe Bruce takes him out to get some outside time but instead he's just pointing out how some things look like this certain game he played etc, and basically the only way his brothers can interact with him is if they asked to play with him
Alrighty. (Y/N) needs to touch grass also.
Summary: (Y/N) is obsessed with video games. That is not really a good thing.
Warnings: (Y/N) is a gaming kid, obsession with video games, possible addiction?, author doesn't know, Bruce trying to fix that obsession.
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Bruce kind of regretted buying his youngest son PlayStation. He thought that it would be something that everyone could enjoy. Bruce however, prohibited Fortnite. Not happening. That was the only game that wasn't going be in the manor.
They had some multiplayer games, some solo games in different genres that everyone could enjoy. But (Y/N) got obsessed with video games. Bruce thought that it was something normal, kids are usually obsessed with them.
But (Y/N)?
This was not good. It was very bad in fact. Bruce was lowkey horrified at how (Y/N) couldn't start his day without starting the PlayStation. Bruce was worried about it. His solution?
Take down the screen time and make him read more. Also, he would have to restrict the time on the PlayStation in order to achieve this. It wasn't going to be easy, but getting him go out. He talked to the rest of the members of the family and they have agreed to help him.
Bruce was going to get ready for a long process. He researched and looked for the ways how to help his son and he was now officially ready. The others were ready too.
It started easily enough. Bruce had set firm boundaries with the play time. There were set hours and (Y/N) was nowhere near happy. But he couldn't do anything.
Also, Bruce said that he would have to read for an hour and go outside for an hour. Alfred would make sure of it. And if there was one person that (Y/N) didn't mess with, that was Alfred. He was tough and strict when he needed to be and (Y/N) knew he stood no chance with Alfred.
And that's why (Y/N) was outside with Jason, who tried to get him to do some sort of physical activity.
" Look Jay. " (Y/N) said, pointing at something at the tree line. Jason frowned.
" It reminds me of a game. "
Jason didn't know what to say to that. His little brother had an obsession and Jason was shocked. Tim is an angel compared to (Y/N). An angel.
" Nice. " Jason mumbled, kind of worried. " How about we look for Titus? " Jason said, running. (Y/N) huffed, but ran with Jason. Jason saw the Great Dane and the Great Dane saw him too. Titus immediately started running past Jason, running towards (Y/N), circling him while the little boy laughed.
Jason stopped, watching as the two ran. He looked at the Garden where Damian was.
" He is going to be running for hours. " Damian said, bringing his teacup to his lips.
" Yup. " Jason said, chuckling.
And Damian was right. (Y/N) ran for hours and was so exhausted that he could barely keep his head up. During dinner his head was dropping and Alfred had to keep his head up in order for Bruce too feed him.
They couldn't let him go to bed without diner. The others were cracking up at the sight.
" I think that the detox is going well. " Alfred said, an amused smile on his face. Bruce nodded, putting the spoon to (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) opened his mouth and chewed.
" It is. Titus is going to be happy with how much more playtime he is going to get. " Damian chimed in and the said dog walked into the dining room. He nudged (Y/N)'s little hand and (Y/N) seemed more awake.
For a second.
" I think he ate enough. " Bruce said, picking his son up. He put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started carrying him to bed.
Maybe he will finally get enough sleep tonight.
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rubyfoxfyre · 1 month
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What did you base Alastors Nox Magia off of? Why type of magic is it and where did you get the ideas for a good ass fanfic?
Thank you for the question!
The answer is sort of a long story that I suppose begins with my first exposure to Hazbin Hotel in general, during a particularly doomed D&D campaign where my character basically acted exactly like Charlie did in the pilot:
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Granted, Fianna is not anything like Charlie at all, but the DM found it funny enough to send me the gif above and then everyone got distracted for about 5 minutes while they started meming.
The next day I watched the show and was completely hooked!
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I started looking into the Wiki to get a greater understanding of the world shown, read the comics (like all 20 pages hahaha), and listened to Addict while working on prompts for Charlastor Week 2022, taking a break from my regular manuscript I'd been working on for a few years (stay tuned for updates soon on that one!). I had about a month so I decided to try my hand at smaller short stories, since some of the authors I idolize are so good at short fiction, and conveying strong emotions in just a few thousand words.
I watched and rewatched the Pilot, studying the characterizations there as well as thinking about funny and unexpected scenarios the characters could get into while dealing with the concept of redemption and how to make it work (needless to say that the fact that they already had it happen was... unexpected. I have thoughts on that but will put a pin in that for now to avoid getting too distracted from your question!).
I can't remember which rewatch it was that I picked up on an interesting exchange between Charlie and Alastor that turned into a whole mess that would consume me to this day:
She tries to put a limitation on his ability to do too much, and I wondered if that could lead to a sort of interesting power-play between them (because in the end this is the part of their relationship that is fundamentally interesting - they're both powerful people with opposing moralities, having to work together to acheive a common goal). Basically, because Charlie's not precise with her language, she ends up basically not controlling Alastor at all. Which works out in its way, because she hides from her deeper wellspring of power with the aid of a gentle persona.
I liked the idea of something deeper between them and within themselves - and with them being opposing forces, I wanted to work with the idea of Alastor being associated with "night" and "dark", versus Charlie being associated with "sunlight" and "rainbows".
Shadow and Flame, only a bit less Lord of the Rings and a bit more sexy.
Nox Magia , the "night" magic, follows basic arcane principles that I've picked up on through the long and involved process of being a massive nerd and reading a lot of stuff.
For writing magic, I like looking at basic logic structures and hovering somewhere between harder and softer magic. My other manuscript that is premiering this year will be discussing some differing types of magic systems as well, if you enjoy reading Riddle and my other works, I hope you enjoy those as well!
But as for the story itself, it wasn't meant to be a story about a man falling in love... it's the story of a man being dragged into love, kicking and screaming about it. 🦌🌈
To Alastor the Hotel is about control, and his experience there is just a game not to be taken too seriously. Charlie is also about control, or rather, trying to find a way to control without breaking everything with her terrible strength.
Alastor embraces his strength, while she hides from it, and he finds that contradictory instinct in her interesting, so he comes up with the idea of a game to teach her some magic that might help her. But as with all magic, intent governs everything (even when you don't realize), and the spells he's teaching are telling a particular kind of story - you can preview what's happening in the chapter titles that have the runes' names! 🍷
❤️ Thanks so much for reading! ❤️
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green-socks · 1 year
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Play Silly Games, Win Great Prizes
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (aka floydsinshaw)
Summary: I wanted this to be like a 5+1 thing but it turned out to be 2+1+1, or something. Just four short scenes of different scenarios with floydsinshaw being super into each other. A lot of blushing, odd flirting, and horny behavior. A lot of this is from Bob's POV.
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: Mature rating; kinda leading up to smut but no actual smut, suggestive language, horny boys, etc. Oh, an a new backstory for Bob's callsign (this is a fun one if I do say so myself)
Notes: Goodness gracious. Trying new things here! Idek what this is except I had ideas for all these scenes so I thought I'd write them out y'know? And I had a lot of fun! Big shoutout to @a-reader-and-a-writer for betaing this in multiple stages with iconic comments and for enabling my silly <3
MASTERLIST
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Dogfight football at the beach isn't Bob’s usual idea of a good time, but he could definitely see that this team-building exercise is already having a positive effect on the group’s spirits. Everyone is interacting with each other much more, and in a more relaxed manner than before. And he wasn’t going to complain about getting to admire some beautiful bodies in the process – he's not stupid. So what if he pays closer attention to Rooster’s victory dance moves than either of the balls flying around? So what if he laughs a little too loudly at Hangman putting on a show? No one will notice; everyone's too busy being loud themselves.
It's just that sports like this were never really his thing. Obviously, he keeps in shape for the sake of his job and his health, but he can take care of that by running or hiking or going to the gym. That's straightforward, easy, mechanical even. That he can do. It might not be his favorite thing in the world, but he recognizes that the benefits easily outweigh the negatives.
So, yes, he's as surprised as the rest of them when he manages to score a touchdown. Not that anyone is really keeping score anymore (he is, just for the heck of it, but there's no need to share that), but still. And yeah, he is having fun alright. He finally feels like a part of the group, and as a side effect, he's getting bolder in the game as well.
It's a good feeling. Bob is giggling, not really knowing how to act being in the spotlight like this, but it's fun anyway. Whether a testament to the team-building exercise gone right or to the not-keeping-score thing, after another successful – and if he does say so himself, pretty cool – touchdown, both teams are jumping up and down in excitement and cheering as if he just secured a major championship for everyone or something.
Suddenly he feels hands grabbing his arms, and before he even fully registers what's happening, he is being hoisted up on Rooster’s shoulders. Bob is still holding the ball up in victory, which is probably a good thing, because otherwise he would panic about where to put his hands.
Rooster's tall, and Bob is now sitting high above everyone else, but he's not worried about falling on everyone still jumping around them, chanting his name. Laughter bubbles out of him freely as the pilot jostles Bob on his strong shoulders, large hands holding onto the bare skin just below his shorts making him feel secure.
A hand lands on his shin, and Bob looks down to find Hangman of all people chanting his name along with everyone else, looking soft and happy in a way Bob has never seen him before. It's enough to make his breath hitch – the usually cocky pilot looks truly beautiful like this in the setting sun, and less like Hangman than ever. This is the man behind the mask showing his true face.
“Just making sure Rooster here doesn’t drop his precious cargo,” Hangman smiles and winks.
“As if I’d ever let Bobby fall. Are you sure you’re not just jealous, Seresin?” Rooster tosses back, but there's no true heat whatsoever behind it.
“Oh, absolutely I am. Just not sure which one of you I’m more jealous of.”
The blond man’s grin is positively devilish. Bob doesn't know what to do with himself, certain his face is now glowing red from more than just the day in the sun. Rooster jostles him again, giving Bob's thighs a warm squeeze that makes his stomach flutter pleasantly, before leaning down to let him off into Hangman’s waiting arms.
Well. Maybe playing sports isn't so bad after all, Bob thinks dizzily.
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After the mission, the flirting that had started (at least more noticeably) back at the beach football game only increases. Now that they no longer have an upcoming suicide mission to worry about, the moments the Daggers spend together are more chill and lighthearted, though they all also know to give each other space when needed.
Tonight, however, space isn't what neither Jake nor Bradley are giving Bob. He thought the unnecessary amounts of touching between them would get comments from the others, but then again, the whole team in general is pretty affectionate and familiar with each other these days. Maybe only Bob himself is hyper aware of it. He would never deny liking it, however, and he feels indeed pleased as punch to have the attention of both gorgeous men on him. They brush their hands on his lower back whenever they walk past him, their fingers linger when handing over the pool clue, their thighs press against his when they sit next to him… It's a near constant feeling on his body, and it's making his blood hum happily inside him. He feels extremely aware of every point of touch, yet simultaneously pleasantly drowsy, like taking a nap on a warm afternoon.
Bob honestly has no idea what he did to deserve their attention like this, but he's enjoying it all the same. He's not entirely sure what the two pilots' endgame here was either, but at least he can tell they are being genuine. It overwhelms him sometimes, but in a good way.
All of it makes his head buzz, his limbs feeling loose and warm. He doesn't even drink, but he would think he's tipsy. And he blames those two for getting him into this state, because what happened next is not how he usually operates, thank you very much.
They're playing pool (again), two on two, Bob and Phoenix against Rooster and Hangman. Finishing his turn, Bob heads to hand over the cue stick to Phoenix when Jake rounds the table to step in his space. The pilot is on his trash talk agenda again, though by now Bob knows it's just Jake messing around and not really meaning anything. But the way the shorter man stands so close to him makes Bob’s head spin, and for the life of him, he can’t explain why or how, he bends down that little bit of way and presses a kiss to Hangman’s cheek.
It's over in the blink of an eye, but they both stand frozen on the spot – Bob blushing furiously, Jake looking like the cat that got the cream. He can’t think of anything to say to explain what he just did, so he just slides past the other man, back to his corner with his water.
Phoenix laughs at how Bob finally found a way to shut Hangman up while Rooster looks at both of them with major heart eyes.
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three
It's still very new, this thing between them, but they have at least gotten to the point where they all agree that they want to date each other exclusively. So that's something.
Jake still hasn't entirely given up on trying to figure out what Bob's callsign stands for, and there are occasionally some new suggestions, though “Baby On Board” is still his affectionate favorite to use. Bob, for his part, is actually, for once, dying to share the story – partly for the shock value, but more importantly, he feels like the two pilots might have a different sort of appreciation for that particular fact. And honestly, he thinks they deserve to know by now.
So when Bradley quietly turns to him one night while they're all watching a movie, tentatively approaching the subject, Bob knows now is the time.
"You don't have to tell us anything, but can I ask if Bob really does stand for something or is it from your name?"
"Jake get you wondering too?" Bob asks, grinning. Bradley seems to like his grin a lot for some reason.
Jake elbows him in retaliation, but he, too, is smiling and scrunching his nose at them.
"A little bit, yeah," the brunet chuckled. "But I'm serious, it's not a problem if you don't feel like sharing either way."
"I don't mind telling you guys! Though it has been kind of fun to keep Jake guessing."
They both laugh at that. Jake sticks out his tongue, so Bob kisses him quickly before turning back to Bradley.
"It stands for “Battery Operated Boyfriend”."
As Bob expected, Bradley's face runs through a myriad of expressions, his brain probably coming up with a lot of different scenarios all at once. 
Bob decides to go for broke.
"Because I can go for hours." He winks to top it off, enjoying how the tables have turned for once with him flustering the other two.
On his right side, Jake makes a sound like he's choking. Meanwhile, Bradley's mouth is hanging open and a gorgeous red is spreading across his cheeks.
"Fuck, you serious?" Bradley breathes out.
"You'll find out someday soon," he teases them.
Bradley and Jake groan in unison on either side of him. "Bobby."
"Okay, I'm sorry. That's not quite where the name came from. I didn't sleep with anyone to get my callsign." Now Bob feels his confidence wavering slightly. While he knows it's nothing to be ashamed of, it was pretty embarrassing at the time, and he can feel himself blushing at the memory. "It comes from when one of the other guys caught me using a.. well, a vibrator on myself. I know it's kind of dumb to bring toys on base because there is a real risk of getting caught but I did it anyway, and that's how the joke of me having a battery-operated boyfriend was born."
"Fucking hell, Bobby, that's.. so hot."
Bradley's eyes have a fire in them that Bob's never seen before, while Jake seems to be beyond words, just letting out a small moan and making grabby hands at Bob.
Bob thinks it was definitely worth it to have saved up that story.
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four
There hasn’t been a lot of physical advancements in their relationship yet, by an agreement (though it was Bob’s suggestion) to take it slow at first, to let them all get used to this new dynamic before diving into the deep end. Mostly there has just been a lot of horny teenager-level making out, which Jake isn't complaining about in the slightest. However, those sessions give a good indication that when they do move even further, it will be incredible, and that was making him very excited.
But he's just as content cuddling on the couch (Rooster’s), as they are doing at the moment, and watching some mediocre action flick on TV. They played video games all afternoon, but Jake couldn’t focus anymore so they switched to something more lowkey. Now Jake is lying on Bob’s chest with his arm around him, and Bradley's valiantly holding both Jake and Bobby’s legs tangled together in his lap.
Jake has his ear pressed right against the WSO’s heart, listening to the rhythmic thump while drawing mindless patterns on the other man’s hip. It's very soothing.
Or it would be, if the thump of Bob’s heart wasn’t getting steadily harder, the organ beating faster even though the man himself is lying still. The hand caressing Jake’s arm also feels a little shaky.
Jake is pretty sure he knows what it means. He doesn’t think the other man notices it himself, but their WSO always gets like this when he gets, well, aroused. Rooster once pointed out how Bob seems to get a little flush even before they progress to any proper making out, and Jake is willing to bet that there's a slight blush creeping up Bob’s neck right this second, if he was to lift his head and look.
Now Jake feels himself getting worked up as well. He can't help it – of course the feeling of one of his boyfriends getting hot and bothered gets him going too. Only Jake has never been that talented at hiding it, and Bradley in particular seems to have an uncanny talent of sniffing it out.
Bradley splutters, noticing his two lovers still cuddling seemingly all innocent, but both of them visibly getting aroused at the same time. He has to do something before Jake explodes because Bradley knows that while Jake is more than willing to wait for things to progress more, the blond is also the one who practically vibrates out of his skin every time they do anything sexual.
"What's up babies, besides both of your dicks I mean?"
He cackles just a little when both of their heads whip to look at him and then each other, the pretty blushes climbing up both of their cheeks even darker than before.
"What's getting you all excited over there?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis.
"Bobby!" Jake responds immediately.
"What? What did I do?"
"You got excited first! It's only natural that I get turned on by that."
Bob is bewildered. "How did you know I was getting worked up?"
"Your heartbeat always speeds up when you're thinking dirty thoughts. I could hear it pounding in your chest," Jake shrugs.
"It's true," Bradley chimes in.
"Oh my god," Bob groans, covering his face in his hands. "You guys must think I'm a total perv."
"Not at all! I think it's kind of cute actually," Bradley rushes to reassure him.
"And I obviously think it's hot," Jake says, gesturing at his body as evidence of that.
"Really?" Bob peeks from behind his fingers. "You don't mind?"
"Of course not, baby."
"Why would we mind?"
"Well because I was the one who wanted to take it slow and apparently still get all horny at random times," Bob mumbles.
"Baby I assure you; you are not alone in feeling horny," Jake grins.
"And you know we don't mind waiting while doing smaller stuff. We still wanna hear if you're feeling like you want something," Bradley adds.
"I was actually, well, I was thinking about how I'm ready now and I was kind of building up to approaching the subject with you. That we could move forward. That's why I was getting turned on," Bob admits, and Bradley swears both he and Jake stop breathing for a moment.
Bradley reaches out to touch each of their hands with one of his own, grounding them for a bit. He knows this conversation will require some patience (especially on Jake's part) but the rewards will be more than worth it. Besides, he knows that even just talking about it will get them all heated, and that's half of the fun in his opinion.
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tagsies (I know not everyone reads slash so feel free to skip!): @writeforfandoms @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @wildbornsiren @blue-aconite @mayhem24-7forever @lorecraft @callsign-phoenix @hederasgarden @lt-natrace @yespolkadotkitty @marvelousmermaid @luckyladycreator2 @alexxavicry @writercole
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silvereddaye · 2 months
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20 Questions for Writers
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
37
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,415,727 words
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I've only written for Star Wars
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
The Tinies
In the Past
Between the Light and Shadows: Luke & Vader One-Shot Collection
Of Silk and Gold
Seduce a Senator
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Generally I do not, mainly because I feel like I don't have something to say back. If I feel like there is something to say, I'll comment back.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
So uh . . . I don't have a whole lot of finished multi-chapter fics. *cough* *cough* I'm also not super big on angsty endings, but if I did pick it is between these three: The Last Mission, Traitor (which is a four part), and It was Leia. Each has a different type of angsty ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Stop making me pick favorites. I guess I'd go with Seduce a Senator (which a smut fic and rated E). Only because I feel like the happy ending is well deserved after everything that happened. Also I feel like Godhood had a good happy ending. But I also write a decent amount of fluff. For example the one-shot There You Are, which has a very sugary ending.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
Yes.
I've gotten in on In the Past. Mostly people complaining about either how I wrote was inaccurate or wasn't up their personal view of Star Wars. In the first chapter (or two) I mention Anakin and Luke's midicholorian count, and I made Luke the lesser of the two. People hate that. (I do stand by that decision in that I do believe Anakin would be stronger as the chosen one, but that's just me.)
I got a whole of angry comments on Godhood and some on For A Sith to Love a Jedi. Basically about ships and romance. People are . . . very passionate about that kind of stuff . . . and hate when anything goes against their ship.
9. Do you write smut?
Yep.
10. Do you write crossovers?
As in characters from one fandom interact with another fandom? No. I strictly write Star Wars. I may put Star Wars characters in situations based on another fandom like when I wrote a Luke and Vader Anastasia AU.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of. I know I once read a fic from an obvious amateur writer whose fic was very similar to Runaway. It wasn't an exact copy, but it was clear it drew some aspects and inspirations from my fic. I suspect that writer was young and exploring writing. I commented on it saying it was a good fic. I'm not one to get angry about that such a thing that this one thing is "my idea."
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I translate The Tinies into Spanish myself with the help of a great Spanish checker, but that's the only translation of any of my fics I know of.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Yes, but they've all mostly been due to round-robin popcorn writing games we do in my server from time to time. Where one person writes a bit of a fic then another then another.
14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
Padme and Anakin/Vader
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
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In all honesty, I don't know. There are some of my WIPs I have permanently shelved and don't intend on ever finishing. (Mostly my old Obikin stuff.) But there are still some that I really do want to finish. I've just been unable to write.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
World building, especially with fantasy.
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Currently? Writing.
Also finishing long multi-chapter fics. help.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
As in just a whole scene where they're not talking in English and it's not translated into English? I have never done that. I don't think I've even seen that done. Do people do that? I've done a line or two where people will speak to each other in a different language. I then switch the words back to English so my reader can, you know, read them.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Don't make me pick my favorite child. I have different favorites for different reasons. I can't just pick one.
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northwest-cryptid · 1 year
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Friend Corp Session 1 went... interesting.
So to just quickly clear up any confusion as to how I'm documenting everything. I'm going to be recording every session I play of this and piecing together a whole documentary style playthrough video at the end, but each session I'm coming back to you guys with screenshots, updates, general questions as to which abnos we should be looking for, and overall just letting you know how things are going along the way. Come the final push to day 50 I might end up streaming it because as a vtuber I do occasionally stream (I've been garbage about my schedule lately lol) and I think it would be fun to actually let people come out and be there for the finale. I also quickly want to say that the name "Friend Corp" comes from Firebuug who left this comment on the post which was what prompted me to start calling it Friend Corp, so full credit for the name goes to our fellow friend Firebuug:
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In other news, I just wrapped a 2 hour session that takes us through to the start of Security/Safety team and I thought I'd let you all in on the details.
Quick reminder: Nugget submissions are by no means cut off or stopped, the facility still needs your help!
Starting from the beginning we start Day 1 with our Friend Corp Communal Nugget OC reveal! Please welcome DIA!
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So as you likely know, there is a list for Friend Corp that has all the currently enlisted nuggets along with their creators/owners. In a way the nuggets are there to represent the people who submitted them, and I totally understand if you don't have a nugget but don't want to be left out, so hey good news Dia is here as EVERYONE'S nugget. Dia represents the entire Friend Corp community. No single one of us own Dia, but rather we all collectively own Dia as a community so by all means feel free to project any sorta headcanons or whatever you want for them. Dia is our nugget comrade!
Day 1 goes by without a hitch and we're on to day 2!
Day 2 we hire our first Community Nugget: Marx [@something-soup-something]
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The first abnormality we pick up (after One Sin of course) is Old Lady, not my favorite day 2 pick but she'll be useful to us both for ranged white damage and as a good early game Temperance trainer.
Thankfully Marx seems just fine handling the Old Lady
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Despite being fresh off recruitment, Marx absolutely crushes it on day 2 gaining enough Temperance to be promoted to level 2 by the end of the day. Meanwhile Dia has picked up some new fashion having earned the EGO gift Penitence:
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Day 3 is right around the corner, and while we pick up 1.76 MHz we also pick up a new friend in hiring Rain [@ordei]
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Nothing too noteworthy happens this day outside of Dia being promoted to level 2.
Day 4 we pick up the Heart of Aspiration and it's business as usual!
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Between Dia, Marx, and Rain the Control Department runs like a well oiled machine each swapping off with a different abnormality every so often to train each of the necessary early game stats. We want at least level 2 for Justice, Prudence and Fortitude and level 3 for Temperance but I was blown away by just how much these nuggets improved!
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With Marx already moving up to Level 3 and Rain following close behind at Level 2 it was becoming clear to me that these nuggets were clearly tapping into the forbidden power, the power of Friend Corp.
Day 5 is an absolute breeze, no new recruits as at the time of this session these 3 were the only members of the Control Department but after the impressive display on Day 4 I was confident they had it in them to absolutely crush the new quota.
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and just look at em go! These lads are professionals, we're producing energy outputs in the high 80 - 90% success rates consistently and due to how many Teths and how few Zayins we're working with stat progression is through the roof for early game.
The Old Lady decided to give her new friends Marx and Rain some glasses, which are very cute;
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Though I did find it funny how despite having the Penitence EGO gift, Dia refused to wear it.
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Dia really said "the giant floating skull gave me a crown of thorns, but I stay silly"
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and after about exactly 15 minutes of grinding we end Day 5 with Marx hitting LEVEL 4?! Dia already reaching Level 3 and Rain bumping Justice from 2 > 3
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Things really are looking up for Friend Corp!
Day 6 and we get to pick a new abno!
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I was faced with a moral decision, remembering the ProjectMoon Abnormality Sexymonster Polls outcome I felt like I had to give this one to the Cherry Blossom squad since Fairy Festival beat em by a mere 3%!
But who will be in charge of the Cherry Blossom? Well none other than our resident Info team specialists: Yuri [@polyydeucess] (who's eyes might be wrong but don't worry we can go back and fix em if needed since I have no idea what they look like under the Judgement Bird bandages)
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AND Julian [@firebuug]
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I decided to hire 2 Agents on Day 6 since this is the first day we'll be dealing with Ordeals and I needed all the help I could get.
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In retrospect I played this WAY too safe, the Friend Corp squad are no pushovers and backed by not only the Heart of Aspiration but two gunslingers with very high attack speed and the absolute mad lad Dia who will throw themself into danger without a second thought, the squad was more than capable of handling Doubt.
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Day 6 wasn't quite as eventful as some of the others, and took nearly twice as long; but it was a fruitful day never the less.
Day 7 starts with us taking The Lady Facing The Wall because yes we DO need more White Damage Ranged Weapons we didn't have enough between Old Lady, AND Grave of Cherry Blossoms!
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our first Panic goes to Julian! I couldn't stop laughing because everyone enters the hallway and calms Julian almost instantly, but the damn clerk who DARED to shoot at Julian must face consequences for their careless actions!
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Despite being stabilized Julian delivers the final blow. That'll surely send a message to the rest of the clerks, this is Friend Corp if you partake in unfriendly behavior you will be put down. Shooting people isn't very friendly!
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The rest of Day 7 goes smoothly with Rain being promoted to level 3, unfortunately both Julian and Yuri are really taking their time with the stat gains, which is fair given they have a single abno between them and are mostly assisting with security measures and responding to meltdowns.
On Day 8 we pick up Fragment of the Universe... and Julian panics again but thankfully Julian's good friend Rain is right there to lend a hand!
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However this isn't before Julian makes a point to add 1 more to the kill count of Clerks who behaved in an unfriendly manner!
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This frame right here kills me, JULIAN PUT THE GUN DOWN JULIAN NO RAIN IS A FRIEND!
By now the team has become strong, they've learned to fight together, to work as a team, to play to each others strengths and cover each others weaknesses.
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Challenges and Ordeals that once seemed like a threat were now nothing to them. We may be understaffed, but the staff we do have sure knows how to pull out all the stops!
We did run into one small problem... but thankfully as a Veteran Manager I knew how to handle it.
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By the end of Day 8 Dia and Rain both reached Level 4, and Yuri had made the advancement to Level 2!
Things were getting difficult, with so many Abnormalities that needed tending to and with so few employees to handle the meltdowns I was having to pick and choose which abnormalities to let meltdown (typically the non escape ones) and recovering the energy cost wherever I could.
But this is Lobotomy Corporation, where we face the fear and build the future; so rather than stop we press on to Day 9 picking up Skin Prophecy.
WE ALMOST LOSE MARX ON DAY 9
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MARX WAS SO READY TO GO IN THERE THE DOOR WAS OPEN AND EVERYTHING. The dangers of playing on 3x speed constantly.
Thankfully no one was lost and we didn't have to restart the day, actually so far; we haven't had to reset at all which is amazing considering how stupid risky I'm playing.
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Other than Marx almost getting eaten by a tree Day 9 goes fairly well, both Yuri and Julian get promotions to levels 2 and 3 respectively, couldn't be more proud of those lads.
Day 10 was no different than the last, just less near death encounters with trees. Rain began working more and more with Old Lady, Marx became our 1.76 MHz specialist, meanwhile Julian befriended the Fragment of the Universe while Yuri attempted to make sense of the Lady Facing The Wall. Everyone had a job and was getting better and better at it, obtaining new EGO gear, gifts, and weapons; becoming more and more honed to their craft; and at the end of the shift on Day 10 we achieved our first Level 5 agent with Marx hitting rank 5 Temperance and being Promoted to essentially being the emergency "please go work with [thing melting down] because I trust you won't immediately die" nugget. Congratulations Marx!
At the Dawn of Day 11 we pick up Fairy Festival as the other options were both HE level abnos we're in no way prepared for yet. However with the opening of the Security team and no one to tend to it's abnos we were back to the hiring process to pick up Reinhardt! [@branch-wdk53]
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Day 11 was going so well, everyone was doing their silly little tasks and then I forgot that this was the first day we could encounter Noon Ordeals and well...
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SO WE ENDED THE DAY THERE BECAUSE I WASN'T GONNA LET THE LAD DIE LIKE THAT.
The last Abno we pick up for the current session is Funeral, I figured since I know the reference image of Reinhardt I have shows them using the EGO I should probably pick it up at some point and we're going to need some manageable escape type abnos for the suppression missions.
Tumblr will only allow 30 images per post so I can't include the facility and bonus pictures of the nugget interactions in this post, but I will follow this post up with another shortly to include some extra little screenshots I grabbed for you guys to keep you up to date on everyone's current status.
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fatummortem · 2 months
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Hey everyone, I'm very sorry for going quiet for so long, I wasn't expecting it honestly & I'm sadly not back. Work, planning & adapting to family drama has kept me extremely busy over the last few months, unfortunately. Well to put it mildly. I am in my own apartment if I hadn't said, however the kiddo will be coming 6 months to a year ahead of schedule & arriving by the end of next month. \o/ That is the positive from everything going on.
If you want a more detailed thing about the gaslighting or bs that's been going on click the read more. If not. No harm. I do make jokes about my family trauma bullshit, to help myself deal with it. Fair warning.
So the least BS of everything is that I've currently turned into the only opener at work during the weekdays. If I'm not working I'm trying to plan things so everything is good for when Jynx, the kidddo, comes to live here. Except each time I rearrange my plan my mom finds some excuse to move the date up, while I'm getting reports my mom will not provide hair cuts, deoderant or medical attention. Well my mom said once they just gone to the docs but one times i just had to respond with 'You do realize I've been on the phone with her all morning right?'
Other than that I've felt I've been playing a chess game against a hacker, Where they transform a Pawn into a Queen in the middle of the board. Because whenever I get everything situated she just has to alter it and move up the bloody date while I keep my child's mental health up, figure out what i need to BUY and other sane things.
Then a few nights ago happened. My Mother, got into it over a day old dirty pan. Both sides from the sounds of it were way outta line arguing with each other. But once the pan was cleaned & dried, my child wanted ice cream. Because the pan was not put away, my mother in her infinite wisdom, thought it smart to reach around my child, try to wrestle it from her. So my child headbutted her and got a hit to the head for her trouble. To me the headbutt is self defense. Course i was at work, acting like an adult when this went down, got off with messages from both so I of course CALLED MY CHILD.
I ended up chatting with my kid calming her down, y'know because i'm a parent. At the same time I was helping a friend clean an area of his place, to help him with his mental health. we started at like 4:40pm and didn't finish until 10pm. So I was like "i ain't dealing with your shit.' I told her I'd try calling her after work. Because who wants that kind of conversation before work. Because y'know being calm is something I'd like to be so this doesn't blow up worse than it already is.
So I check my phone mid-day, when I'm finally able to take a break, apparently because I didn't respond and call her RIGHT THAT SECOND OR WHEN i AWOKE, my child would be put into jail if i didn't magically shit out a plan to move her (it's a thirty hour drive alright. I moved that fair away, yes i did). Course when i started getting things in order, the jail BS was put to the way side. But dear old mommy wanted an 'I'm sorry' because i didn't get her side of it from her panic attack inducing text messages while i was at work.
And I'm amazed & flabbergasted that I was informed my mom's arms are too short to reach around my child to wrestle her, that no the headbutt happened in a different time and MY CHILD TRIED TO BODY SLAM MY FATHER. See I still haven't gotten an answer on how the headbutt happened.
So once I was able to calm from my panic attack, the rage (i so raged and i so terribly hate raging), i sat here and tried to put my head around my 5 foot 86, POUNDS, XS wearing, 18 year old child trying to BODY SLAM my 5'9 broad shoulder, fuck if i know his poundage, slightly chunky 75 year old father I about died. She does have some Karate under her belt, when she WAS 14 YEARS OLD. She made it to yellow belt and got stuck there because she kept getting into it with my mom and they took the next belt from her and i was just 'DO THEY TEACH BODY SLAMMING FOR THAT?'
Needless to say I'm still working on getting things planned for Jynx to get here, EVEN THOUGH I WAS GOING TO BUY A BED TWO MONTHS FROM NOW. trying to figure out what the shit to buy & I have yet to respond to my mother's tale. mainly for the fact i'm so tempted to ask her if she appeared in the move 'Meet the Robinsons.'
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Rogier 7 8 9
7) Ship(s) with them that I like or at least consider:
[1] Past Rogier and D. (Now very divorced) (This will not change) Love that one. To copy paste my end notes from an upcoming chapter:
I just don’t see a way they can have a meaningful relationship without one of them folding and giving up the respective principles that they hold onto so tightly. With the tangled union of Darian’s grief and faith, and Rogier’s... everything, I just don't see that happening. And with their differences in ideology, I don’t see Darian bringing out the best in Rogier, not really. Since to maintain what they have, Rogier is always going to be the one accommodating that—in all his usual, (well-meaning, usually unintentionally) deceptive ways. A bummer, but I think they can still have their somber moments, like in this chapter.
[2] Fia/Rogier. (ONLY with ulterior motives on both sides)
I love them as a dynamic. Neither of them are upfront with their motives, really. (Rogier wasn’t in Stormveil—he only is after he’s injured, and the player helps him with the knifeprint.)
Now, I don’t think they’re liars, persay. I just think that they’re dishonest—in that they’re both playing things close to the vest. It influences what they say and when to a major degree. Especially to each other. Their oppositional goals drive their dynamic, and that's what makes it fun to me.
I do I think they have a certain respect for each other, despite it all.
[3] Rogier/Tarnished I think could be great.  D and Fia are too ideologically opposed to Rogier's goals to be anything but bittersweet. A Tarnished who’s sold on Rogier’s vision could be a game changer for him. 
It’s something I’m… flirting with… in Still Waters. We’ll see. Atm, its really only there if you want it to be there. 
What can I say. (Slowly) escalating, unspoken bi4bi tension is my favorite dynamic. That quiet, undying loyalty that comes only after truly knowing someone... Oh baby. Hell yeah. BUT, like I said, nothing's set in stone. The main plot is written to be wholly focused on an exploration of Rogiers character—as he is now, and his evolution after surviving deathblight. 
8) Made-up connections with other characters that weren't in the canon 
(friends, enemies, whatever)
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Now this is my jam!
[1] Roderika. This is something that’s gonna be in the next update of Still Waters. I have some relevant thoughts in my end notes I'll condense into something shorter:
I’ve noticed a focus on fairness with her. Reciprocity. Seeking a just balance in interpersonal affairs. So when Rogier gives her comfort, but denies her the ability to offer the same, that’s what gets her. The inequity of being shut down like that, especially from someone who is so clearly full of it. (Clearly to her, at least.) Roderika’s impulse here to speak kindly is sweet. And with her abilities and similar background, she can parse through his bullshit better than most. It's what he needed to hear, but certainly not how he needed to hear it.
[2] I think he’s partial to Hewg. His sword is upgraded +8 when you get it, I think Hewg was at least in part involved in that. (It could have been upgraded before coming to The Lands Between, but I like to think some of that work was Hewg's.) 
[3] I can't imagine he’s too fond of Gideon. Who is, by the end of things, though?
[4] Highly improbable, but it's funny: If he's found Sellen, she’s sick of all his questions. He's relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, and even she has her limits.
I'd love to think that boss outside her chambers was to keep him from pestering her specifically.
Again, this is absurd, but it's a funny thought.
[5] In a world where he's teamed up with the Tarnished, I think he'd happily do wonders for Boc's self esteem.
Idk, I think one good talk with Rogier would circumvent that whole thing with Rennala. (But Boc definitely still deserves to hear his mother's voice again. Maybe they both try to make Boc feel better. Tag team of emotional support. Lol. Anyway.)
[6] On the idea of traveling with the Tarnished: can he see Melina? He can’t see grace, so it's funny to imagine he can’t see Melina either. The Tarnished he's traveling with just suddenly starts talking to thin air.
In my fic, he's surviving deathblight, and I'm going to have to address this somehow. Such is the nightmare-logistics of writing ER long fic. 
9) Backstory Headcanons
I answered this already here, but I have a few more! 
[1] In my fic, he landed on the shore of the Mistwood. His first death in The Lands Between was absolutely by Runebear. Naturally, this will be played for comedy in due time.
[2] In his life before The Lands Between, he's held his own in a duel. He was certainly not the one who proposed it, though. 
(Now, how dangerous the duel itself was or wasn’t—readers preference.)
[3] His first death, where he realized he was Tarnished, was blessing to him—an opportunity to get out of the life he was expected to live. It was the perfect way to get away and start really pursuing what he cared about. (Glintstone Sorcery. For real. Not just as a status symbol.) (Which, based on the prisoner class description, it was a status symbol of some kind.)
But he does miss the food, though. 
Hmm... a drastic way out of a life he never wanted? Sounds familiar... You bet I'm getting to that eventually ;)
[4] The impossible standards, emotional deprivation, and lack of true support wasn't just something he faced from high society. He dealt with it as much in the home as he did outside of it. It's where he learned to keep his real emotions at bay.
He spent his "entire" life behaving with detachment—I can't imagine it started anywhere else than in his own home.
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What are your favorite theories?
Ciao, anon!
1) Well, my absolute favorite theory is that Will has powers.
I'm not sure about creation powers, but I believe he has a power connected to lights/elecricity. And Truesight/shadow walking. I also agree with the theory that Will created the fog that hid the demodogs in the tunnels in S2, because later Mike tells him that during a game he saved the party by casting Fog Cloud.
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The connection to Henry/MF/UD, and him being able to spy Henry and maybe even convince him to not destroy the world is cool, really, but imo is not enough for his character, narratively speaking.
Also, it doesn't matter if Will and El are actually siblings. They've been paralleled each other from episode one. They are the Wonder Twins of ST, imo it would be weird if one of them has super powers but the other is just a victim who needs protection. Plus, Will having powers is the type of plot twist the Duffers said they love: the one you should see coming.
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2) Love the theory that Will's powers are blocked. At first I thought he had the Soteria in his neck, but Pinkeoni's theory is better. We actually saw what took his powers and when it happened.
When he coughed up the slug. It would be a cool parallel with El. She lost her powers AFTER she killed that thing in her leg. So maybe the same happened to Will. The only weird thing is that it's after he coughed up the slug and supposedly lost his powers that he had the first vision of the UD. So, maybe... it's because when the UD took his powers, the connection between them began?
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3) And I LOVE the theory that Will is already in a trance at the end of S4. I talk about it here but other people talked about it first. This theory is awesome because Will in a trance would make the ending of S4 even more dramatic, and S5 would begin with a plot twist! Epic.
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4) The Mind Flayer as a living being. A sort of cosmic plant or fungus. Not necessarily evil. But dangerous. Especially after it merged with Henry into (imo) an Elder Brain. I think of it as a Langolier (in the SK novella, they're called Timekeepers)or the power in the cave (LOST) that merged with Jacob's brother and created the Black Smoke. Audrey II in LSOH. The Thing. The Serpent in DnD (as power itself. Time power?) The Nothing. The zombie-ant fungus. A Body Snatcher (The Duffers mentioned this movie in an interview)
I like that the gates growl like a living being, that the tentacles let Vecna fall like a sack of potatoes, and Dart didn't kill Dustin even tho Henry was controlling the hivemind. So many movies that inspired the Duffers have some alien sentient plant/creature that needs hosts. I'm a fan of both human horrors and Eldritch horrors tbh. Even better if they're combined (of course, it is possible). I don't care about human horrors are better! or Eldritch Horror is scarier! Imo, they're both awesome and make horror genre so fascinating.
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5) I love the eightfifteen mystery. Is that some sort of constant? The moment when different timelines were created? Cool reference to the Oceanic Flight 815 in LOST.
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6) One of my old theories is the Lich theory. DnD Vecna is a lich and in order to become immortal he placed his soul in an object. A phylactery. I'd love it if the grandfather clock was a sort of phylactery
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7) And not gonna lie. I also still like the coma theory. The fact that both Henry and El fell into a coma... The two people with powers. And I think Will has powers too? So, maybe? I don't know how long it would last. But it's not impossible.
But now I'm obsessed with another mystery. The last person who went missing in Hawkins, in 1923. I've already found interesting parallels with other stories, but now I found something even better. And it's even mentioned in the show! Yes!
It's so interesting. I'll post about it later. Or tomorrow.
Thanks for the ask, anon!
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zergula · 9 months
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Get To Know Me Sims Edition
I got tagged again, yay! Thanks @oasislandingresident Anyone else who wants to do this, I officially tag you!
What’s your favorite Sims death?
I don't think I have a "favorite" death but it's always the meteor strikes that get me. I haven't had too many happen in my game but when they do, it is an EVENT lol
Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?
Alpha for hair (SUPER SHINY PLEASE) maxis match for clothes and everything else
Do you cheat your sims weight?
There is no cheat in this game that I have not nor will not try. If I wanted to be miserable, I'd just live in real life so my sims get whatever they want, look however I want them to look, and never ever run out of money or get sick or anything bad. Nope, if there's a cheat for it, I'mma use it!
Do you move objects?
Absolutely. I am very particular about how I place things, I do not know why lol
Favorite Mod?
Probably the NRAAS mods or any mod that removes things that annoy me about the game. I use a lot of those!
First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?
I started playing Sims 3 late so the first pack I got was a combo Base Game, Late Night, and High End Loft stuff. World Adventures came next and then everything else very shortly after lol
Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?
Alive.
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?
Autumn Moon! She is absolutely the most gorgeous sim I have ever had. She was the daughter of a sim I made and Anoki Moon.
Have you made a simself?
I started to but I can't seem to get it quite right, lol
Which is your favorite EA hair color?
I don't know, really. I guess it depends on what kind of look I'm going for on the sims.
Favorite EA hair?
Definitely this one from the Showtime pack:
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Favorite life stage?
I play mostly as YA but my favorite is child life stage. Toddlers and kids in Sims 3 are A D O R A B L E !
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?
A little of both, really. I love building but I am not as good at it as other folks but it's so fun to try and create different places! Gameplay sometimes feels like a time killer until I can think of the next place my sims absolutely must have.
Are you a CC creator?
I make patterns but other than that, no. I love all of the people who do, though, endlessly!
Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?
I don't know really. There are a lot of folks here on Tumblr and elsewhere that I consider friends and hope they think of me as a friend as well <3
Do you have any sims merch?
Weirdly, no. I don't think I've ever even thought about buying any. I spend enough on the game and stuff for the game, I think lol
Do you have a YouTube for sims?
I don't have a YouTube for anything but watching and occasionally commenting on videos.
How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?
I have a certain list of things that I do before I even start a save now. Another list for once I start. It's a process but it's time tested and perfect! I use a lot more player made creations instead of defaulting to whatever EA gives us. I also do A LOT more travelling and challenges now.
What’s your origin id?
I have no idea.
Who’s your favorite CC creator?
ALL OF THEM
How long have you had simblr?
I don't even know. I think maybe 5 years now ? but it's probably longer than that. I know once I got here, everyone made me feel so welcome! Now you'll never get rid of me muuhahahahahahaaaaa
How do you edit your pictures?
I am really bad at editing any photo and my sims pics are just as bad, lol. I kinda just crop and clean them up a little but my ability really does not extend very far beyond that.
What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?
Surprisingly to me, it's Supernatural. I say it's surprising because I had no interest in play occult sims or anything like that at all but Supernatural is essential to me for one reason and one reason alone: witches can magically upgrade everything in WAY less time than it takes to manually upgrade something. I know, it's a weird reason but that's seriously why. Big fan of Seasons and Generations as well!
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Chapter 5 - good game
It was blessedly cool under the sunrise as Negan and Verity began their walk into town.  The birds were singing happily, and there were a few clouds gathering to suggest a rainstorm may be in their future. Verity could only hope. She didn't like leaving things up to chance, she liked control. The world had shown her again and again that nature did not give a single damn about her need for control or stability; change and chaos were the only constants and struggling against these elements was futile and exhausting.
"How long's it been?" Negan asked, his eyes scanning the forest on either side of the two lane blacktop road they walked along.  When Verity responded with a quizzical look, he clarified. "Since you went into the town."
"Well, it was before you showed up. I'd say maybe six months." She replied thoughtfully.  
"A lot can change in six months." He mused, and Verity smiled slightly at the thought of how much had changed since Negan's arrival and how different life had become. 
"Yep." She agreed simply. 
"You have any idea where we're headed, once we get into town?" He asked, looking at her with those eyes. When he looked at a person, it was almost as intimate as a touch, there was such a depth in his gaze.  
"I've seen a few small hardwares and small engine stores while I was scavenging. Never needed to look for a pump before, so not specifically sure where we can get one but I have some ideas where to start.  Worst case scenario there was a water park in town. Might be able to take something directly out of their plumbing systems." She said, grimacing slightly at the thought. "It's a big open building with slides and ladders and stairs, lots of nooks and crannies for ramblers to surprise us. No way has a building that size been cleared." 
"Right. And juicy, bloated walkers too.  Small shops make sense, unless they've been stripped already." He agreed. "What about survivors? Any other groups around that you know of?"
"Not anymore. There was one group that tried to take Haven over, but we kept it, in the end. We had the high ground, the defenses. We lost a good share of our people that way, but they lost more." She replied, her eyes going distant with recollection.  "Could very well be people in the town now, settled in the last six months without coming around Haven. I should have been sending scouts out all along, but we had just had some pretty devastating losses and everyone was safe.  We had what we needed so we didn't keep up surveillance. I got complacent." She was obviously regretting this decision dearly; but hindsight is always 20/20. She'd kept things tight at Haven and maintained a secure perimeter with a skeleton crew, and Negan had respect for that. 
"You did what you could with what we had to work with. Situations change, and you adapt. Shit, that's the mother fucking definition of success, you ask me, boss lady." Negan reassured her. 
"Well, I wouldn't call it success. Just survival. That's better than a lot of people have managed, I guess." She smiled sadly. 
"How many did you lose?" Negan asked, swinging Lucille idly at his side as they walked briskly toward the town that was emerging on the horizon.
"14. Well, 17, sort of. Some were fighting, some sick. Amanda, Vida's mother was the last death but it was the one that hit the hardest. The one that made us all shut the doors and hide away. Until you, at least." She sighed, struggling with the weight of the memory of her friend.
"Was it because of having her? I know none of the residents have any formal medical training. I know it happens too god-damned often."
"No. Well, yes and no. It wasn't labor and delivery, it was the fact that every time she looked at Vida she remembered the men who raped her. They were the last men we had living in Haven until you arrived." She informed Negan and he frowned deeply at this. His stomach turned to stone in his gut, his chest felt as if someone had sat on it. 
"She couldn't take it anymore.  One day she dropped Vida off with Amari and Harper, then went upstairs and let herself fall off the roof." She informed him matter of factly. She didn't tell him that her brain had somehow not been destroyed and she'd had to go downstairs and dispatch the rambler herself.
"Why in the fucking hell would you have let me in? I… Jesus Mary and mother fucking Joseph, Verity. How could you take that chance again?" He closed his eyes as the full scale of the risk she had taken on him dawned on him. The gift she had given him by trusting him enough to provide him food and shelter was more than he deserved and he knew it.
"If we never took a chance, we'd all just fade away until there wasn't anyone left. There has to be hope. There's no future without kindness. At least no future I want to be a part of, no future I want for the kids at Haven. What's the point of surviving just to spend your whole life without kindness? Mercy?." She paused, looked away from him, and quietly added, "without love?"
Negan looked at her, his expressive lips slightly parted in surprise at her words. Carl had written something similar to him when he died, and he'd thought about it often over the past year.  He wasn't sure he believed it was entirely possible in the world as it was, kindness and mercy and all that bullshit. It had, since Lucille's death, felt as if Love were nothing more than weakness. But Verity's ability to love had saved him. Her kindness had come at a time when the harsh nature of the world had worn him down to nothing, and she and her community had buoyed him. They had given him hope.
"If I help one person, and they help one or two?  Maybe it's not a lot. Maybe it will never be enough to shift the balance completely, but if it keeps everything from tipping completely over the edge into darkness? Then I guess it's worth some risks." 
Negan fell silent and they walked alongside one another, contemplating whether this perspective was strength or weakness. She leaned toward weakness, and yet; it felt like the right thing. It kept her from sinking into despair. 
Negan would have dismissed her perspective as hippie-dippie bullshit not long ago. He wasn't so sure now. Yes, they had suffered at the hands of people whom they had trusted, but when she took a chance on him she had gained a loyal companion. He would, he realized, kill any enemy to protect the people in Haven. He would die to protect Verity. 
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They slowed their steps as they entered the town, keeping as quiet and watchful as possible. As they came around the corner of a decimated grocery store. All the glass in the store front was shattered, there were chips and bullet holes marring the cinder block frame of the building and old blood stains on the sidewalk. A quick glance inside told them there was likely nothing left inside that was worth the risk of entering. 
The all too familiar smell of death hit their noses as they ventured further into town, and they heard the sound of ramblers milling around nearby. They weren't agitated or moving quickly, that meant they had not yet become aware of the duo's presence. Verity nodded toward the corner of the bait and tackle shop they were passing, suggesting the dead were right around the corner. Negan nodded his agreement with her suspicions and grasped Lucille tightly in both hands, the leather of his batting gloves squeaking against the grain of her wooden handle. It was too hot to wear his leather jacket, but the gloves allowed him to keep a solid grip on his precious bat despite sweaty hands. 
Verity reached around behind herself and withdrew the 7" inch ww2 combat dagger she had been willed by her grandfather when he died. It was the only object she still possessed from before the outbreak - and it had saved her life more than once. She held the handle in her fist, the blade emerging out the bottom of her hand, away from the thumb as he had taught her. This allowed for a greater range of motion and more force behind a strike.
She stepped slowly up to the corner and glanced around the edge. She could see half a dozen ramblers, but there was an alley behind the building she could not see and that concerned her. How many more would emerge once they became aware of their presence? She held up one hand, all five fingers, then closed it and again lifted one finger to signal to Negan what she could see. She drew her pistol in her right hand as a secondary defense. She didn't want to resort to gunfire - bullets were dear and the noise would draw attention; but she needed to be prepared. 
A rambler of unusual height began shuffling toward the corner. It was bloated and leaking decomposition fluids, making a squelching noise with each step. She listened as it approached and stepped out around the corner as it got close enough to attack, tossing her blade slightly and catching it the other way round in her hand for an upward thrust through the soft underside of its jaw at an angle to pierce the fragile basilar skull and sever the creatures brainstem. It dropped like wet laundry and she sank to her knees with it to withdraw her dagger. 
As soon as the body hit the ground, the others turned and began to approach, their guttural moans tripling in volume and echoing off the nearby buildings. Negan sprang into action, hitting one then another with his powerful swing, dropping them quickly and efficiently as gore flew like the rain they so desperately needed. 
Verity only dispatched one more herself, he was so eager for the fight. He grinned at her, his shirt and face spattered but his eyes alive with the thrill of the fight. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and he realized just how much he had actually missed this. Verity chuckled at the sight of him grinning as if it were just a game and he was winning.
 "Pace yourself, hot shot. We're just getting started." She told him, fighting the bizarre urge to slap him on the ass and say 'good game' like she had seen baseball players do all her life at the Detroit Tigers games her father and grandfather had taken her to. Something in his glee made her giddy and brought out the competitive spirit she hadn't had any use for in ages. 
Three more walkers emerged from the alley.
"I've got Marilyn Manson over there." She told Negan as she returned her dagger to its sideways position. She took three running steps forward, hopped up onto a set of concrete steps so she could reach the walker with the long black leather jacket and put the force of her weight into the blow by springing forward as she struck it in the temple. 
"We're calling it now? Show off." Negan laughed at this new side of the usually sober woman.  He choked up on the bat and hit the next walker so hard, its head came almost completely off, dangling awkwardly to one side at a 45° angle before it stumbled and fell forward. It's mouth was still working vacantly and Negan smashed its skull in with the heel of his boot. 
Verity withdrew her dagger and wiped the blade with a red bandana she had kept tucked in her back pocket.
"Now who's showing off?" She quipped, one corner of her mouth drawn up in a playful smirk.
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Negan chewed absently on one side of his bottom lip as he watched her with new appreciation in his eyes. He swung Lucille sideways, with just one hand and pushed the last walker down before turning his full attention to it and swinging Lucille over his head as if he were chopping firewood and bringing it down to turn the creature's head into mush.
"I believe that's 5 to 3, in my favor." He told her with his eyebrows raised in challenge. She laughed, actually threw back her head and laughed at this - Negan realized with a strange tug at his heart that this was the first genuine laugh he'd heard from her. He'd earned more than a few chuckles and even a giggle or two in their time working at Haven, but this? This sound was music to his ears. The way her eyes danced reminded him of a flame on a candle. 
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They reached a small hardware store four blocks away without any more encounters, pausing in the shade the building cast on the sidewalk to drink from their steel water bottles. Verity withdrew another bandana, this one blue, and wiped the sweat and gore from her skin. She was tempted to use some of the precious water on the flushed skin of her face and neck but decided against it. As good as it would feel, it would be wasteful. 
She handed Negan the bandana and he accepted it, wiping his face and patting his throat and the back of his neck dry before slipping it into his back pocket. 
"Good to go?" He asked, and she nodded as he opened the still intact door. A bell rang to announce their arrival, and they stood still, holding their breath until they were sure they hadn't drawn any attention. 
They moved aisle by dimly lit aisle, many of which had already been thoroughly looted. They stepped around unwanted merchandise which had been abandoned on the floor.
"Any luck?" Verity asked Negan who was at the opposite end of the last aisle. 
"Jack fucking diddly shit we can use to repair our pump." He replied in frustration.  Verity sighed, kicking a box of U bends on the floor in frustration. 
"We're just getting started, boss." He told her, stepping up close to and looking down at her. She hated it when he did that; because she liked it too much when he did it. In the cool of the darkened store with its painted concrete floors and cinder block walls, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin against her own. 
"Yeah, but it's getting hotter out there by the minute and we're already low on water." She told him, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from his so she didn't lose her train of thought. 
He had an appeal about him, she wouldn't try to deny that, but she had never been the sort of woman to get in line for affection from a man. If he wanted to spread it around that was his choice and if the others didn't mind, well, good for them. Verity wasn't good at giving or accepting less than 100%. 
"Well, it just so happens, I did find something that might interest you under the counter over here." He said, gently grasping her elbow with one gloved hand and leading her to a mini fridge under the cash register. It was stocked nearly full with cans of soda and carbonated water. 
"Manna from heaven." Negan quipped, handing her a can. They were warm, obviously, but the fridge, even without power, had maintained the temperature of the cans far better than if they had been setting out in the open. When Negan closed the door, she saw that it was labeled 'live bait'. 
"Guess it kept others out long enough for us to win the prize." Negan smiled, popping the tab of a can of cola and guzzling it down greedily. Verity followed suit, the sugar working its magic almost immediately to re-invigorate her. She went to work stuffing their bags with the contents of the fridge, dividing the spoils evenly so neither carried a heavier bag than the other. 
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"Good find." She told him. "Let's head out, I was thinking if we could find a farm supply store, there might be pump house supplies to fit a wind generated pump." 
"Lead the way." He told her, gesturing for her to step out the door first. They had managed to make it another few blocks, keeping close to the buildings to stay in the shade, when they heard the rumble of several small engines. 
"Bikes?" Verity wondered, thinking perhaps they it was perhaps 125 cc dirt bikes or a 300 litre beginners motorcycle. As they drew closer though, the sound wasn't as high pitched as a bike like that would be. They ducked into the narrow stairway that led to an upstairs, downtown apartment above what had been a beauty salon, each of them pressed against a wall and peeking out to see five side by side utv's, the kind hunters or ranchers would use in rural areas. Each of them carried at least two, sometimes three people. All men, all armed.
"What do we have here?" Negan whispered to himself, his eyes narrowing. "Looks like someone has made themselves at home here while you were on leave of absence."
"Yeah, a lot of someones." She agreed, not liking the looks of them at all. "Let's get upstairs, see if we can get a wider view of the streets from the windows up there where we won't be as likely to be seen." She suggested, and Negan nodded his acquiescence. She led way up the dark stairwell, and found a hallway with a door on either side, two small apartments most likely. Verity tried the handle of the one on her left but unsurprisingly it was locked. Negan didn't hesitate to kick it in with one booted foot. 
"Subtle." She rolled her eyes at him, and before the word was out of her mouth a walker stumbled out the door growling and grasping at her. Verity struggled to draw her knife and Negan instinctively grabbed the walker which had once been a small framed woman and tossed it down the stairs. Its weight and velocity opened the door and as it scrambled slowly to its feet, the pneumatic arm drew the door shut and the walker was locked outside. 
"Shit." Verity said breathlessly.
"Shit." Negan repeated with a nod. 
He pushed past her to check that the tiny apartment was clear of any more threats, and called out to her that it was safe. She closed the door behind herself and barricaded it with an old recliner. It would slow anyone or anything down, at least. They could still hear the utv engines, in fact it sounded like they could be circling the block. They might be here for a while. 
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It seems I never uploaded this so here it is 3 months late.
Kick iiiii (my final live listen and react)
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The final? piece to a kickmas. This is even more just instrumentals but stripped all the way down. I've heard but its supposed to be a push into like a new era or just catch up where she's at now like a sketch book bare bones. I don't know entirely though, Arca can be cryptic as hell when she's not straight forward. And these fans don't make it any easier, they are out here theorizing over the damn binary in the audio. Sis dropped this and then played a show in LA on some cool girl blissed behavior.
In the Face: "How does one coax in the face of pain" um girl i don't know? Cry? This shit sounds like Paul Atreides evil dreams.
Pu: In the best way possible this remind me of her new mascot, Mima. Who i need a plushie of like yesterday cause its so freaking cute and just *pinches cheeks*.
Chiquito: Same toy piano filter from last song.
Estrogen: I wonder if this can be played on a harpsichord.
Ether: This is deadass 16-bit video game music, not a bad thing btw that would be cool. That really sad 8 bit game as an arca edit would be so cute and so sad.
Amrep: Yea this is definitely gonna be my favorite from this album. Reminds me of one artist on the PC Music comp albums, Pobbles.
Sanctuary: so ambient and a whole self description with a great narrator. Yea this is up there with Amrep. "A mutant faith, Vanity." Is queer people's self introspection almost religious like view of one self vanity becomes a certain level of confidence that some may consider "godlike or in the image of god"?
Tierno: Her singing vocals are really good and I know she doesn't use them very often in some of these songs because well she is a producer, but she should.
Muscolos: I believe this was leaked by her like a really early version a while ago. Another I missed, but I love this.
La infinita: sigh
Fireprayer: wait wait wait wait this too good wait
Crown: IS THAT SHYGIRL?
Shit i guess ranking: 3, 4, 2, 1, and 5 and I really enjoyed 5. It is just something I'd listen to while working but get lost in the songs towards the end and forget about work entirely. Rumors are mom is taking a 5 year hiatus, I doubt it will be 5 years but she's been working on all 5 albums including kick I since 2017/2018. A break is well deserved or a change in direction of what she wants to do artistically for a bit. She has mentioned settling down so maybe that's coming and when new music does happen we will get an entirely new sound thats still Arca but different. My favorite song from all of the songs is hard but close to the top is definitely Andro. It just makes me feel weightless. So thankful to still have queer artists to listen to especially this nonbinary trans latina making music and just existing with little fucks given.
(Some of my thoughts have changed but I'm too lazy to change that or add that.)
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I have personal beef with William Afton taking care of his kids head canon and it's not because of the reason you'd think.
My reasons are twofold. There's a distinct lack of nuance in the FNAF fandom. It's very possible for William to care about his kids in a crappy way and still be a monster or have a nuanced relationship but my beef is not with that.
It's very possible for him to be a decent person motivated by personal demons and torture - but those who believe that need to gut check yourselves because when the actor calls him the "voldemort" of the series and there are some very obvious similarities between him and other characters my dude is not good.
Yet this is not my beef with the issue. This is not my personal borderline violent beef. My beef is twofold.
Anyone who wants to explore that sense of nuance (this is a guy who actually doesn't just eat puppies and shit evil and kick children down the street like bowling balls.) has to deal with people on both sides - the "this man can do no wrong" side and the "this man is the ultimate terror" side. Which if you don't have a strong constitution results in conversations like this.
Individual: I think this character has some nuance and maybe in another reality...-?
Second individual: I disagree with your opinion.
Individual: Ah. Well that's a shame-
Second individual: I don't just disagree with you. I despise you utterly. your very existence is a blight on mine. Everything wrong in this world is your fault. Everything wrong that has ever happened to humans is your fault. Don't just unalive yourself, do the world a favor. Unalive your entire bloodline, anyone who has ever had contact with you, and then go to God and beg the higher powers of the universe to erase your existence from reality. If you were on fire I'd put you out, then I'd get gasoline and set you on fire again so that I could watch you burn.
And I take issue with that mostly because of the idea that there are a lot of people who do that and then feel so constricted idea wise that they cancel their stuff and make it original works. Now I love that. That's the best thing. I keep seeing people talking about their fnaf fics however and how sad they are but how excited they are that they are now original and I don't like the idea that anybody's points of view (unless they are truly oppressive violent and evil) are cast aside. Funny bear game opinions and thoughts don't deserve people being yelled at because they think different.
2. I'm gonna get my ass handed to me for this. But it has to be done. It has to be put in bold letters so the world will see it. Seeing aside the ideas pertaining to work I want to say 2 things:
Scott Cawthorn is a great *great* game designer.
Scott Cawthorn is a *terrible fucking writer*.
That's not entirely his fault but I had an epiphany which led to this rant which has to do with my ultimate fucking beef with the humans of this series. How they are all really badly written, how they are all like so confusing it starts shit like my point in one...
Yeah, the pixelated characters. Who never really had an identity until like...5 years in?
It hit me the other day that they reminded me of something. Mario.
The original 1985 mario description in the instruction booklet is this:
<b>One day the kingdom of the peaceful mushroom people was invaded by the Koopa, a tribe of turtles famous for their black magic. The quiet, peace-loving Mushroom People were turned into mere stones, bricks and even field horsehair plants, and the Mushroom Kingdom fell into ruin.
The only one who can undo the magic spell on the Mushroom People and return them to their normal selves is the Princess Toadstool, the daughter of the Mushroom King. Unfortunately, she is presently in the hands of Bowser, the King of the Koopa.
Mario hears about the Mushroom People’s plight and sets out on a quest to free the Mushroom Princess from the evil Koopa and restore the fallen kingdom of the Mushroom People.
You are Mario! It’s up to you to save the Mushroom People from the black magic of the Koopa!</b>
Simple and to the point right? Not a lot of detailed backstory? Kid's game.
Then you get to sonic who was apparently modeled on <i>Bill Clinton</i> which if you are familiar with Sonic!lore and you know some of the more iconic...figures is <i>really kind of hilarious</i> in the worst fucking way.
And then it hits me.
Of course these guys don't have consistent and solid backstories. They are <i>eight bit pixel game characters who were never supposed to.</i> and the stuff that comes out after it <i>explains it</i>.
But Scott, in his effort to capitalize on his property and I cannot blame him at fucking all, tried to put in video game easter eggs that make the pixelated characters into something more human, in what is supposed to be a sonic and mario style game - a simple kids game - and <i>that's when shit clicked.</i>
So Scott is a <i>great</i> game designer, but he's a crappy writer. Not maliciously! He was making a triple A game story on a pixel character's budget. TBQH it would be super cool if he'd built a whole mario-esque studio and in a way he kind of finally has with the glamrock characters and steel wool. It's not <i>about</i> the humans and yeah - cause the humans <i>screwed up</i> which is why all the stuff with the games is vaguewashed in Help Wanted 1. "Well this is slander made up by a video game guy."
It's why the character who's the most obvious scott avatar - the video game creator guy - is genuinely panicked and ends up feeling trapped by his creations.
It's the reason why this dude is living like a fucking hermit and why he keeps making this jokes about disappointing people. if people figure it out - that his characters <i>were supposed to have very simple backstories that people like matpat kept making ridiculously complicated</i>. If people found out they were effectively just supposed to be mario-levels of simple. Bad guy defeats good guy - but no. No he had a triple A story in a pixel budget which makes sense. He was doing it himself.
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"That's it! That's the connection!" - Eddie Valiant (who framed Roger Rabbit.)
All the lore's a sham that he tied himself into a knot over until he could get to the books...but how do you translate fucking <i>Doctor Robotnik</i> to a character like William Afton?
So yeah. He's a great game designer who made great characters but a bad writer ...because he tried to shoehorn in a triple A storyline into a pixel kids game on the level with Mario and Sonic.
"but kyle he's a good writer-"
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One man - especially this dude with his politics - would not be happy with anyone considering his work like the bible. "But it's open to interpretation-" sure. <i>Because people are having cognitive dissonance over the story</i>.
It's not fucking complex and yet complex. It's simple and yet not simple. It's trying to introduce stuff in real time and...it's done badly because it seems like there's no real motive for the main characters and Scott hasn't set a firm boundary in that "this is what really happened" because - somehow despite his politics - he seems like a decent person who wants to make kids happy. and make his fans happy. Which I kinda get. I mean Miyamoto-san is supposed
Cause it's not about the humans it's about the robots.
"But he knows what's happening-"
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Yeah he does *now* because he's accepting he wrote a triple A game story with Nintendo ideals and game design elements. Maybe - but again he's not gonna admit to it which is why there are <i>so many holes and reasons for the shit to be so confusing and cause so much fucking drama.</i> He's never come out and said <i>this is what happened</i> because he's <i>never conclusively been able to say this is what happened</i>. "Look to the books to explain some backstory...but also look to the other books to fill in the story going forward" The back half of that is the better written stuff cause he's course correcting but the front half and why it's so disconnected is the issue.
Also it's a serious issue but I'm gonna close with that.
Especially because, especially because so many people built their careers on all of this. It can be argued that FNAF launched a lot of current culture regarding youtube and lets plays. It shaped childhoods the same way Mario and Sonic and Zelda did his. And that's a lot of pressure for one person.
(does this mean I forgive him his politics fuck no I focus on paying my dues and trying to make donations to offset the karma for this fucking shit thing I love so much.)
The final part is the serious issue stuff and that's that <i>you can't do a nintendo style game with the kind of subject material that FNAF talks about.</i>
That's where my brain was trying to find the nugget of fuckery.
<i>That's</i> where I was losing it.
You can't write a kids game <i>about the kind of material that FNAF deals with</i> and that's what it started out as.
You can't have a funny Doctor Robotnik esque <i>child murderer</i>
In fact. <i>IN FACT</I> READING ABOUT ROBOTNIK HOLY FUCKING SHIT. AFTON IS FUCKING ROBOTNIK
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Robotnik's whole goal is to turn the world into his perfect empire and make his perfect creations.
That's...effectively Afton's goal too but you know. With <i>kids</i>.
so that's it. Like. that's solving it to me and it explains my beef with it. and I'll argue - I don't know it's a weird visual depiction of an 8 bit game crossing into a triple A story?
Because it's a triple A story *for sure* one that I hope Steel Wool does something with. *But fucking Hell* that's it. I'm not out (Damn I'll never be out.) But suddenly a lot of things make sense.
I have absolutely no idea what to do with this information but holy shit.
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It's on my mind so I thought I'd let those peepers who follow my little blog here know I've been working on an analysis/theory post about what specifically happened when Yoosung lost his eye sight for the last few months.
I dunno who all enjoys those posts I make, but you guys aught to see the crazy ugly messy page I made so far trying to put my clues together. The few writing while thinking posts I've made.
This mystery has been so fun trying to get to the bottom of, but the further I get, the more loose ends I find. I aught to share all my sources once I finish or something.
I've read so many pages about different kinds of eye injuries, seen so many horrific documented eye injuries, watched quite a few educational videos about different eye surgeries, watched the proper way to wrap bandages over eye injuries that need them.... and as I researched, there are a few potentially dead ends I've found without satisfactory answers.
Ok, OK, I hope no one feels frustrated wanting to say "ITS A GAME CALM THE FUCK DOWN" lol, obviously I know that. But if I could find a legit condition to tie Yoosung's injury to, It'll make me feel so excited! Like, my imagination is begging for this too. I'm thinking in my head "What would aftercare look like? What would a doting partner do to help him every day? What struggles would he face? What would it look like?" Things like that.
I'll share a couple of my current biggest questions that seem so "duh" but I realized while studying.
1. What does a blind man need glasses for? Like prescription glasses, I mean.
- the game/Saeyoung says "he may go blind", but he seems pretty blinded by the after story. I even tried to look into if there was a potential for that "milkiness of the eye" to happen even without complete blindness, and as my finding seem to suggest, sure, but not in the way you'd need prescription glasses. It's more like... parts of vision could be blinded, while parts are not. Prescription glasses are for... refractory problems. Blurriness due to the inability to focus on details pertaining to distance. Ya feel me? There aren't really any prescription glasses for complete blindness. You can only really just perform surgery if it's even possible.
Also
2. If Yoosung had surgery to correct his vision, why is he still wearing glasses in the Valentine's after ending?
- Honestly, this is one of those "duh" things, but also... maybe not? There is one very key phrase said in the first after ending... ~'Oh, you like guys who wear glasses?'. This could imply that those famous red glasses that he always wears... not even real prescription glasses. Just for fashion, just to please his love. ... duh. 🤦‍♀️ Wow, I'm slow.
- However... maybe not?? It's actually not uncommon for eye surgery to result in other complications post-op, actually. I'd need to read up more on it, but there is a chance that maybe the surgery fixed the total blindness, but may have caused new refractory problems, causing him to keep needing glasses afterwards. Dunno yet. 🤷‍♀️ Not really enough evidence to suggest this either, so it's low on the list.
3. Yoosung is able to mask his eye injury by only closing his eye, no blood, no bruise visible at all, no swelling... so the kind of injury he may have incurred really must have been internal, and most of those are correctable immediately in surgery, in fact, most of those can actually heal on their own without surgical intevention. (Holy moly, the body is amazing!) There'd be no need to wait 5 years to have it done. It would have been fixed by the time he got to the party.
4. Speaking of, why did he wait 5 years to have surgery to correct his eye blindness?
-It is stated in the After Ending he was finally getting his eye surgery, but he already finished his post graduate doctorate degree. Apparently 4-5 years is the absolute minimum someone might be in school for that, well... I mean also accounting for the fact he was just a Sophomore in his pre graduate schooling by the main story timeline. I guessed there was a chance he was unable to completely fix the blindness with a surgical complication, like I said before but... I dunno, twice? If he didn't go into surgery to fix the potential for blindness, then for what? There was seemingly nothing to have removed. Ya feel me?
-- I'll say this much. I have a really hard time letting go of this one thing given to us by the game, and that's the empty field image on Yoosung's status early in his route. Seeing it kept making me feel unsettled and uncomfortable, I couldn't put my finger on why... but then I realized, it reminded me too much of that farm house 🏠 image used in the glaucoma tests. Yes.. those who actually visit the optometrist yearly know what I mean... it's uncomfortable to see it because that's the eye puff test. The one where you have to sit there and anxiously wait for a puff of air to sting your eyeball. That's the glaucoma test. At first sniff, most would think that must not be related because glaucoma is most usually an age related condition and most of the time just develops on it's own... however, as I read into it, it actually is possible to develop glaucoma due to trauma.. more likely blunt force trauma however. Meaning Saeran wouldn't have dug his finger into Yoosung's eye socket, though that is still a potential, it would have more likely meant he hit him in the head with a blunt object instead. You see, glaucoma causes blindness due to pressure being put on to the eye from behind due to fluid or blood, causing swelling in the eye. The swelling... ugh I'm no good at explaining this part on memory because of terminology and details, so I'll have to go back and quote it, but essentially a milky fluid will start to leak into the lens of the eye, causing the blindness. If caught early enough, it can be alleviated with minimal damage, but with glaucoma, any damage done cannot be reversed. In that case, it could be the reason Yoosung would still need glasses, but then I can only presume then Yoosung was mistaken somehow on what the results of the operation would be. Which I guess is possible, but Veterenarians are a lot like general care physicians, but also trained surgically. Just, it's animals and not people. A lot of people don't realize Veteranary school is among the most difficult schools to get into in the first place because the scope is so large. I'm not sure Yoosung would make such a misunderstanding, but you never know.
Damn... the irony is, the whole reason Yoosung went to school for Veteranary care is the same thing he ended up needing surgery for... Y'know.. due to the fact part of why Sally died was because she was blind. Perhaps it was glaucoma, who knows? But eyes are a huge theme in Mystic Messenger, and I've also been drawing comparisons between the characters' relationship to eyes while playing. (Quick preview of my current working hypothesis; Rika is to V as Saeran is to Yoosung, but I'm still working on that too. I'm still trying to get a screen from what I so felt I saw in Ray's after ending, I think. My memory keeps telling me Zen once said in a joking manner like "haha, no one's going to go start a purple eye now, right?" But until I find that screen, it could have been a faulty memory for all I know... Hmm.. isn't Teo's eyes purple? lol) There is just so much I can try to dig into with this game and that's part of why I love it so much.
"Mystic" isn't just the name, it's so much more than what's been on the surface, I feel like.
I just get sooo excited, heehee ~
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Anyway, that's just a snapshot of what's been on my mind... it's probably all wrong, but I don't care, I'm having fun~
There's so much more, but I dunno if I should post unfinished work...
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mimisempai · 3 years
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I can read you like an open book
Summary:
5 times where Loki refuses to see that he has been found out by Mobius and once where he accepts it
Lokius has so much potential. How not to be tempted?
🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈
To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.
Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034121
1798 words - Rating G
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"I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."
I don't care about your name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief, you moron!
The man with the ridiculous mustache looked suspiciously innocent.
Loki asked him in his most indifferent tone, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"
The man, Mobius, answered in the quietest way possible, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."
Loki harrumphed and retorted, "I don't like to talk.
Without losing his smile, Mobius replied, "But you do like to lie, which you just did."
Seeing that Loki didn't bother to answer, he continued, a cheeky sparkle in his eye, "Because we both know you love to talk."
He had the audacity to add, emphasizing his words with his hands, "Talkie-talkie."
Loki was boiling inside, but he wouldn't allow this jerk to see his anger.
How could this fool have seen through to him? No way!
Yes he liked to talk! So what? He had a voice so he might as well use it. At least he never said stupid things.
Sure, he liked to twist the truth, but when you're the god of mischief, was that so surprising?
Anyway, nobody had discovered his biggest secret, his biggest lie, that was the most important.
He discreetly scanned the man in front of him who now seemed a little less inoffensive.
2.
They were in a room devoid of any decor, sitting face to face, separated by a table.
Loki decided to attack. He could be accused of lying, but not of not facing the truth.
He asked Mobius with a defiant look, "What do you want from me?"
Mobius inhaled, as if to give himself courage, "Well, let's start with a little cooperation."
No, that's not going to happen, buddy.
Loki was a god and a god doesn't cooperate.
He replied with a smirk, "Not my forte.
There he was again, that piercing blue-gray gaze that seemed to see much more than Loki believed. Accompanied by that smile that gauged him.
"Really?"
Mobius paused and for a moment Loki thought he knew how to stage himself as well as Loki.
The rascal continued, "Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?"
How could he know that? Nobody knew about Thanos! Even Thor didn't know about it!
Don't show anything Loki! Don't show him he's right.
The bastard insisted, as if it were insignificant. "Come on."
Loki, took his most superior and closed look before answering.
"You don't know anything about me."
That's it, move on you moron!
"Maybe I'd like to learn."
What?
What does he mean, he'd like to learn?
No way, Loki wouldn't be fooled.
No one really wanted to know who Loki was.
Those who wanted to know him only wanted it to get something out of him.
He wouldn't be fooled by that smile and that look. Even though...
He shook his head not to let such thoughts linger
3.
Since Mobius seemed to want to know his theory so badly, Loki was more than happy to explain it to him, it was time to show off as much as he could with his jumpsuit.
He straightened his head and said in an emphatic tone, "For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path is always taken."
He looked at Mobius defiantly.
So you're not such a smartass now, huh?
"Good. Yeah."
He had the nerve!
Loki was right not to believe that this man really wanted to know him, it was just to taunt him and put him in his place.
Mobius continued, "You said nearly every living thing ," he paused, and once again his eyes seemed to see further than Loki wanted to show.
He added, cheekily, "so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?
Show nothing. Show nothing.
You didn't expect anything, Loki, so you're not disappointed.
Loki began to snicker. Sarcasm, one of his favorite weapons.
"The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus, and I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."
In case you didn't understand, I'm talking about you, the clown, that's you, buffoon!
Mobius started to laugh. A totally genuine laugh.
"Big metaphor guy. I love it."
Genuine but derisive of course.
The rascal continued, "Makes you sound super smart."
Loki couldn't let it go and retorted, "I am smart."
"I know."
Two words, and the tone was no longer taunting.
I know.
Two words said in a firm voice, without a smile, with an intense look in his eyes.
I know.
For once Loki didn't bother to wrap his words in circumlocutions, too disturbed by the implication of those two words. He simply replied, "Okay."
4.
Loki didn't know what Mobius' goal was in showing him his failures, but if it was to piss him off, he had achieved it, yet Loki was not going to show him.
Just as he was not going to show him how his questions affected him.
"Do you enjoy hurting people?"
No.
"Making them feel small?
No .
"Making them feel afraid?"
No. Stop. Answer him Loki.
"Your games don't frighten me."
But Mobius didn't seem to want to stop.
"Making them feel little?"
Loki couldn't help but retort with more vehemence, "I know what I am."
Mobius raised an eyebrow and asked defiantly, "A murderer?"
Knowing that if he let go, he would show Mobius how much he was affected by what he said, Loki shot back, "A liberator."
And the man had the audacity to reply, "Of eyeballs, maybe."
His words were accompanied on the screen by a video that showed Loki cutting out a man's eye.
Mobius continued, "Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. Did you enjoy hurting them?"
No. No. No. It was the mind stone. It wasn't me.
No! Shut up Loki! No one can know, not even him, get a grip!
Chin up, straight face, sardonic smile.
"I don't have to play this game. I'm a god."
Yes, that's what I am, a god. You won't take that away from me.
"Of what, again? Mischief, right?"
So what? I may not summon thunder, but I am powerful. In my own way.
The man then added, "Yeah. I don't see anything very mischievous about this."
Of course, since it wasn't him. But how could he tell anyone that he, the great Loki, had been under the influence of someone, that he had been manipulated by a stone.
He replied in a bitter voice, "No, I don't suppose you do."
Mobius sighed. He seemed almost disappointed.
Loki wondered why he felt a tightness in his chest. The same one he felt every time he knew he had disappointed his mother. The difference was that he had only known Mobius for a few hours.
5.
Loki was devastated.
His mother had died. She had died by his hand. At least because of him.
Mobius had continued to confront him with his failings.
Sitting on the floor, Loki no longer had the strength to stand up or fight back.
"You weren't born to be king, Loki."
Of course I was.
Even he was beginning not to believe it anymore.
"You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves."
He looked up at the screen where the Avengers were displayed one by one. The instruments of his defeat. The defeat he felt burning right now.
He asked with a broken voice, "What is this place?"
Mobius didn't answer, just walked over and held out his hand and said, "Come on."
No more taunting in his voice, no more mockery, just compassion? Loki looked up to see if what he heard in the voice was showing on the other man's face.
He read the same compassion.
Weakened by what he had just discovered about his mother, Loki found himself wanting to grasp that hand, to believe what he read in those eyes.  For a moment, he listened to himself, grabbed the hand and stood up.
But he was Loki, God of Mischief, so he snatched the small device from Mobius' pocket
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"Loki?"
Mobius had just come back into the room, Loki was distraught.
Sitting on the floor with his hands in his head, he raised it at the sound of his tormentor's voice.
The man approached him gently and said, "Nowhere left to run."
I don't want to go. I don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be that Loki anymore. I don't want to go back.
"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."
Can I be me here? Really me? What I want to be.
For the first time since he knew himself, Loki felt a compulsion to tell the truth.
Looking Mobius in the eye, he said softly, "I don't enjoy hurting people."
He paused, "I..." he exhaled sharply and repeated again, "I don't enjoy it."
For the first time, he really wanted to convince someone that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Now that he had started talking, it was like he couldn't stop. He continued, "I do it because I have to, because I've had to."
Mobius looked at him with those caring eyes he had had earlier and another feeling he couldn't read.
He replied softly, "Okay, explain that to me."
Loki swallowed, this was the moment of truth.
"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."
Mobius simply nodded, before adding in a tone filled with understanding, "A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."
Loki bit his lip and added in a breath, "A villain."
He exhaled again.
"That's not how I see it.
Once again Mobius held out his hand to help him up, and this time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.
He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"
They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.
Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.
He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."
Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile. The first sincere smile devoid of any trickery.
The real Loki smile. _________
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How I met Your Grandfather
~ Introduction + Chapter 1 ~
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(I know the name is super lame but omg I didn't know how to name it 😂😭)
Other Chapters: Masterlist | 2 |3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!)
Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.
Genre: fluff (maybe some angst?).
Word count: 802 (without the strike-throughed stuff at the end)
Warnings: none, except from the fact English is not my native language so I probably made some grammar mistakes (oh, and there's a mentioning of the things that inspired me, at the end).
Summary: Moving to a different country is not easy. Your twin brother, Felix, invites his 7 new friends home and one of them caught your eye. What if you also caught his?
About the story: My grandmother always tells me the story of how she met my grandfather (who unfortunately passed away a year before I was born), so I decided to write a Bang Chan fanfic based on their love story.
Gif credits: ~ Stay_Hyunjin ~ via Pinterest (Chan+Felix gif), stray kids_incorrect_quotes via Pinterest (Chan's gif at the end), @jeongsungs via tumblr (Felix's gif at the end).
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic (unless you count the Christian Collins one I wrote when I was like 14.. but yeah we don't talk about that), so I'd be so grateful if I could get some honest opinions!
Hope you enjoy it!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Introduction
"It all started with a good friendship. It wasn't even my friendship, though", you said, smiling as you turned to face your 10-year-old granddaughter. "But you know, all love stories must start from something..."
She looked at you with her big eyes, waiting to hear about him again. "Grandma, I know you told me this story last week but I think I forgot most of it. Please, can you tell me everything from the beginning?".
"Oh, my darling, it's okay... I'd love to tell you this story as many times as you want. It's so nice reminding myself how happy and simple things were at the time..."
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Chapter 1
"Uhmmm Felix, what are you doing??", You giggled as you saw your twin brother moving back and forth around the house, cleaning and putting stuff in place. "Never in my life have I thought I'd see you doing anything other than playing video games all day..."
Felix rolled his eyes at you as he placed a book (which was under the sofa for some reason) on the shelf. "Y/N, I have no time for your judgement! My friends are coming in like 4 hours, but our house is A MESS and I haven't even started making the chocolate-chips cookies yet. So if you're done laughing at me, I'd really appreciate some help"
As much as you wanted to tell him to go ask Rachael or Olivia, your other sisters, for help- you decided to help him eventually, as you saw how excited he was and how much he wanted to make a good impression on his new friends (and it had nothing to do with how your mother threatened to kick you out of the house if you wouldn't help lol)
After you two finished cleaning everything (and Felix's cookies turned out great, as always), you sat on the sofa and waited for his friends to come. You've never met them, but you heard from Lix a lot about them, like the fact that they're working together and that they're his first group of friends since you and your family moved from Australia to Korea. You were super happy for him that he got to meet such good friends despite the fact he didn't know more than a few phrases in Korean like 2 years ago.
The doorbell rang and Felix ran to the door and opened it. You smiled, thinking about how cute your brother was sometimes (when he didn't take your stuff or made a mess in the kitchen or--)
"Oi Felix!! Nice seeing you, bro!! Your house looks so nice, I hope you didn't clean it just for us!", you heard one of the boys say in English.. wait, was that an Australian accent?? Then this must be Chris.
As I said, you've heard so much about these guys, but with Chris it was a a bit more than that. Felix told you he was the one who helped him the most, and understood exactly what he was going through as he, too, moved from Australia to this place, which was so different and new for him.
You heard Felix chuckling nervously as he closed the door behind the tallest guy who had nice long blond hair (you were 99% sure his name was Hyunjin), and you held back a smile, thinking of how exhausted he looked just a few minutes ago.
"Is this your sister on the sofa? She's really pretty", You heard one of them whisper in Korean. You saw it was.. what was his name again? "Ji" something.. oh oh oh, Jisung, right.
"Yeah it's her, but don't even think about it", Felix whispered back jokingly. Then he raised his voice as if nothing happened, "guys, I want you to meet my sister, Y/N. My twin sister actually... You'll probably meet the rest of our family when dinner's ready".
"Oh, so you're Y/N!", Chris said (oh my god how you missed hearing people talk in this accent) as he smiled. He had broad shoulders, dark fluffy brown hair, chocolate eyes and the cutest dimple you've ever seen. "Lix told us so much about you!"
"Oh, did he?", You turned to Felix who mouthed 'I only said good things'. "Well, I heard so much about you guys too, so it's nice to finally meet you all!"
"Dinner's ready!!!", You heard Rachel call. They all seemed way too happy to hear these 2 words, and Jeongin (of course you knew our baby's name) said "I was so hungry, you guys should thank me for not eating all the cookies Felix baked.."
These guys were so fun to be around, you didn't even notice how bright your smile was and how shiny your pretty eyes got. And you especially didn't notice the brown-eyed, curly-haired, prettiest-dimple-in-the-world guy staring at you since the moment he entered the door...
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(The inspiration: both my grandma and my grandpa actually moved from Tunisia to Israel, but they met only after her brother became friends with my grandpa.
Before her brother's friends came to visit, he told her family one of the friends he made from work also came from Tunisia. Then, when his friends finally came- she actually recognized him by his accent and his last name, which is very Tunisian).
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So that's the end of the first chapter!! 🥳🥳
It was more like the beginning so there isn't much romance yet but I hope you guys will stay with me for the next chapters! 🙃🙃
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