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[superalk]

AilessWhumptober 2023 - gunshot wound

They started not with a door breach but with a tear gas cannister and Clint swore as he cursed whoever had drugged him and those asshole anarchists who had smashed his head in and broken his leg and Bobbi being in fuckin' New York CIty or whatever because he was not at the top of his game and Raakaan was depending on him and ---

[solargeist]

I love how balanced you keep things. I love many different tunes of dark content, but I can rarely get my fill of lighter, fluffy dark. I'm too heavy-handed to write it, because I accidentally go overboard on the pain and suffering. So I always admire people who can keep a good balance. You've been really good about not dehumanizing him too much. He's a dog, but he's also a baby. They're not trying to be cruel, they're just clumsy and ancient, and struggle to see someone so young as an adult.

THANK UUuuu i do try to keep it balanced !! I don't want to dehumanize him completely, i'd feel bad lol, I'd like to keep it almost complicated to the viewer, just like how he feels about it .

My favourite tropes are slow burns, hurt/comfort, and found family, i find inspiration in those for this AU, with a little bit of horror . .

See, in my lore for it, Watchers cannot reproduce, so this is how they have children, they adopt people, its the most normal thing ever to them . They're not purposely trying to make Grian feel bad, he's genuinely a child in their eyes, he's growing into a Watcher, with his little wings, and claws. He has to be taught how to fly, how to preen, how to make portals . I also think its funny that, canonically the Watchers are Us the viewers, so its funny when I see tags or comments saying how cute Grian is, or babying him, doing exactly what the Watchers in the story does to him, idk i giggle abt it lmao

There issss an odd comfort in the treatment though, when someone brushes your hair, or praises you for your hard work . . Not having to worry about food or survival as much . . All the more complicated for him .

[alketaire]

what do you mean "a week's vacation at the right moment will do more for your mental health than all the yoga and antidepressants on earth." what the fuck. why is no one talking about this

[cheemken]

KNIGHT ‼️‼️‼️

YOU ARE SO BIG FUCKING BRAIN

I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THE HOUNDOOMS. YOU ARE SO SMART HOLY SHIT I FEEL BAD FOR DIANTHA NOW. SHE DIED THE WAY HER MOM ALWAYS THREATENED HER WITH

But yeah, all the Champions families can’t even bring themselves to watch the live feed because who wants to see their daughter and granddaughter get mauled to death? Or see their son being slowly burnt alive while he pleads for mercy? Or watch as their uncle struggles while his head is held underneath water. Or even their sister who’s being skinned alive from her feet to her head. Even their big bro who’s being tossed around like a rag doll between two large Pokémon fighting over him

Giovanni is a BITCH for bringing Clair and Silver into this. Like they weren’t even given a chance to live just for the sole reason they’re important to Lance. And Gio wants to see Lance break even more after he had to witness his daughter and wife die

Also, which of the Elite Four members and Gym Leaders do you think would join Team RR? Either out of fear or just because they think they can benefit from it?

OUGHFHFFH RIGHT CHSMBXNS

Your honour that's so fucked up I can only imagine Drasna really going through it but also still trying to comfort Augustine, but they're both really so out of it man, especially how Drasna knew of the threats Dia's mother said to her; Drayden's there on the hunt for Plasma, just letting his rage out on all the grunts he sees, the sages, until he gets to Ghetsis himself; Joseph couldn't handle it man, he already lost his wife now he lost his son, the sound of Steven's screams haunts him; god Lisia too, the only family she had left and now he's being drowned, and she cursed the irony of it, of Wallace being so drawn to the waters but it's also one of the reasons for his death; Cyn's sister and grandparents tho chdmdb like Cyn's sis knew Cyrus was her friend, and she couldn't believe Cyrus would do that to Cynthia; and then there's Hop, crying his poor little heart out, screaming for his brother, the once great champion of Galar reduced to nothing but a chew toy for those pokemon.

Ough that's fucked up, but also where the fuck is Geeta in all this— imagine tho in the au of an au where she's evil, imagine she's the one to tell Lysandre what would really break Diantha, bc Diantha confided in her y'know, told her everything, her best friend, her platonic soulmate, then suddenly Geeta looks at her with cold and calculating eyes, suddenly she wasn't the friend Diantha knew, and god that fucking broke her man, how Geeta used Dia's vulnerabilities, how she knew each and every one of em, and used that to her advantage chsnnd

But for the not evil Geeta thing imagine if she did hid herself tho, and everyone else called her a coward. But that was the last thing Diantha told her, Dia made her promise to hide, like what she said to Iris, to just hide, to not let Giovanni find her. But that backfired on Geeta tho, and now everyone, especially the family of the other Champions, called her cowardly, how she couldn't even try to help her fellow champions, how she couldn't even try to save them. But man that would haunt her too, having to watch Diantha die, having to watch her friends die, it fucked her up so so much and she hated herself so much that she didn't defy Diantha and went to her side to help her

As for the league members thatd join Team RR

For Kanto idk, since in the manga majority of em was associated w Rocket,, well let's go w that. Sabrina, Surge, and Blaine are my top three for that, tho I wanna say Blaine was blackmailed into joining bc he was one of the people who made Mewtwo. Green would be against them tho, I know the Kanto trio would team up w the rest of the Gym Leaders to stop them.

For the Johto leaders, I really can't see any of them joining Team RR, even if they're threatened I think some or most would rather go down w a fight than to join em. For the Indigo E4, low-key I think Koga and Will would join em.

For Hoenn's league, Norman. And for Sinnoh to Unova none of em they'd be against RR, Unova especially man they really fought tooth and nail to stop Plasma only for Plasma to be part of RR and is now more threatening than before. For Kalos, I honestly think Lysandre would threaten and blackmail Malva to joining again, idk if she'd cave in or not bc holy shit™. Alola to Paldea, none too, idk, bc Alola didn't want to be part of it ofc, their league is still fairly new, most of their members are children, if anything I wanna say they'd try to fight them off if they do get to their region. The Galarian people got Rose Tower demolished man they're so fucking pissed at Rose, no one's ever seen Raihan and Sonia that pissed before too like these two especially want to hunt down Rose. And for Paldea, well, not only are they mourning the other Champions but also mourning and kinda hating on their own Champion too, my guy, Geeta's really going through it, she doesn't wanna lose anyone else, so she keeps an eye on her league members within the shadows, to make sure none of them ever join RR

[stuffedsand]

four and sixteen for milgram? :3

4- what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Ok imma be real I've never blocked a person,,,,, I've blocked plenty bots tho

I've gotten reeeaaaallll close to blocking someone but like. I like seeing people's opinions even if I think they're unreasonable. It's a mix of a strange type of entertainment and kind of to keep me open minded? Cuz if I have to look at it and I wanna talk about it I gotta read it through in detail to make sure I'm reading them right so yeah I don't have anyone blocked 💥

16- you can't understand why so many people like _______

............ok I won't that theory because I have another ask that I'll do that for....

Maybe how some characterize yuno as just "girl boss" n not much else? Honestly jokingly it's totally fine but c'mon there's still a bit of girlfailure and inability to let others in there yk it'd be fun to talk Abt it more

Alternatively I do have things I don't understand about what people DISLIKE in this case es milgram I've talked to quite a few ppl (on disc mainly I don't think Ive seen it on tumblr much) who despise es and like!!!!! Bestie that's my silly lil guy you're talking about what'd they do to you!!!!!!!!!

I mean I understand why but also,,,,,they're just a lil creature man they're 15 and in a position of power with no memories of course they're gonna be a bit egotistic in this situation

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine. 

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in. 

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.” 

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you. 

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in. 

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand. 

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.” 

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level. 

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.” 

She shifted skeptically. 

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic. 

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…” 

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled. 

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin. 

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin. 

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

[missfrieden]

Snowflakes

My attempt at battling my writers block. With a silly little idea that was probably already done.

And don't come at me, for having the same OC over and over with some different flavour. I may actually love to write, but making OCs isn't my thing. I got one with slight differences. Respect alk that can make more.

Pairing: WreckerxOC

Masterlist

The soft clink of the mug met the table as Amanda set it down with both hands still wrapped around its warmth. She was curled into Wrecker’s lap, layered in a collage of borrowed clothes, Echo’s thermal socks, Tech’s long-sleeved shirt, Wrecker’s 3/4 lounge sweats which are like normal for her in length, Crosshair’s thick hoodie above that still carried faint hints of whatever sharp herbal tea he drank, and a worn blanket over her shoulders that definitely belonged to Hunter, or in Hunter's bunk.

And at the center of all that comfort sat Wrecker, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, her cheek nestled against the curve of his collarbone. His hands rubbed up and down her sides, warming her through motion as much as body heat. Tea was fine, sure, but there was no better heater in the galaxy than a devoted, oversized boyfriend wrapped around you like a blanket.

They’d made a cozy sprawl of themselves on the worn couch near the viewport, which was dragged in some time ago. Outside, snow drifted past in lazy spirals, fat flakes dancing down onto the icy ground. The others had spread out nearby, all in various stages of relaxation, Crosshair perched at the edge of a seat sipping something dark and bitter, Hunter nursing a mug with the same quiet observance he always had, Tech typing without looking as he somehow managed to drink from a thermos, and Echo with a datapad in hand but not really reading, more focused on his caf.

“Alright,” Hunter eventually said, breaking the quiet. “Not complaining, but, what’s so fascinating about it?” He nodded toward the viewport. “The snow. You’ve been watching it like it’s about to tell you the meaning of the galaxy.”

“I mean… it is just frozen water,” Crosshair muttered, taking another sip. “Pretty, sure. But that’s all.”

Amanda stirred slightly, shifting just enough in Wrecker’s lap to look toward them, her eyes not leaving the window. Her voice was soft, not shy, just quiet in that way she got when something meant more than words alone. “It’s not just frozen water,” she said. “I used to think the same thing when I was younger. That it all looked the same. Just white, cold, piling up.”

The others glanced toward her. Wrecker’s arms tightened slightly around her waist. “But then I got older. And I learned,” she continued, “that no two snowflakes are actually the same. Not once. Not ever. Even when they’re made in the same clouds, shaped by the same winds, they each come out… just a little different. Some are lopsided. Some don’t have perfect symmetry. Some fall faster. Some melt the second they land.”

She smiled, eyes still tracking the lazy spiral of a flake clinging to the viewport. “They remind me of all of you.”

The room went still for a moment.

“All clones,” she said gently. “Same origin. Same purpose. Same uniform or armour. But if someone just looked closer, just gave you even a moment, they can see it. How incredibly different you are. The way you speak. The way you think. What you like, how you laugh, what you carry. You’re all your own… snowflake.”

She ducked her head slightly, maybe a little embarrassed at the metaphor, her fingers absently brushing the scars on Wrecker’s temple. “Snow is beautiful because of that. Because even when it falls together, it's never the same.”

Wrecker didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and kissed her temple, gentle and wordless. Hunter stared out the viewport again, brows drawn low. Tech had actually stopped typing. Echo gave a quiet hum, more thoughtful than dismissive. Even Crosshair looked a little less snide than usual, though he muttered something under his breath about “poetic nonsense” and promptly sipped his drink harder, that that even was possible can onl, he manage. But they all heard her.

And Amanda? She just curled closer into Wrecker’s chest, letting the steady rhythm of his breath ease her deeper into the warmth of their little home.

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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[astrology-by-sita]

SIMONE SIMONS BIRTH CHART ANALYSIS

This is the chart of Simone Simons, a singer in a Dutch metal band called Epica, who is also into make up and beauty. Virgo rising, ruled by Mercury in capricorn in the 5th house. She is famous cause of a 5h matter (art) and Mercury also is about the voice.

Her Ascendant is in the Venus bound of virgo, she is pretty and attractive. Vettius Valens says that people born with the Venus bound of virgo are "Lucky in theatrical matters" (anthologies Book I).

She has exalted Venus in the 7th house in Pisces. It's also her benefic of sect since she was born at night. Her Venus rules the 9th house and it's in Pisces, in the bound of Jupiter, and the 12th part of her Venus is in the 12th house. All these rule foreign lands (Pisces, Jupiter, 9th and 12th houses). Her husband is a foreigner, she's Dutch, he's German.

Venus also rules artists so he's a musician too, he plays in the band called Kamelot. He himself is also a Pisces, the 7th house shows the kind of partner you attract. Also her moon-ic line crosses through Stuttgart, Germany, where she resides now with her husband and child.

Moon-ic line says "this place is home". Her husband also has a Capricorn moon and she has a Capricorn sun so this is a sign of attraction. She has Sagittarius Moon, the sign of philosophy. So she has a desire for philosophy and higher knowledge and to get into these topics.

The band Epica where she sings has philosophical lyrics about deep topics especially about religion & corruption in organized religious institutions.

7th house is not just marriage it is also one on one collaborations and business. So the best things in her life are 7h topics.

She was recruited as a singer of Epica by Mark Jansen who is the guitarist and songwriter. He met her on a chat room and then he wanted her to demonstrate to him her singing abilities so she sang to him in a phone call and made a positive impression so he recruited her.

Also they briefly dated. That phone call happened when she was 16 years old and she was in a level 2 peak period in Zodiacal releasing from the Lot of Spirit. So if not for that exalted benefic of sect in her 7th house of business partnership, relationships, contracts & collabs .

Epica wouldn't have been here the way we know it! She has a stellium in Capricorn which includes the asc lord. She can be shy, and that Sagittarius Moon in the 4th house says that she expresses herself in a spontaneous and loud way with people who are close to her .

Mercury (her ruler since she's a Virgo rising) is on the nadir while the star Alkes rises. In her book on fixed stars, Bernadette Brady considers that people who have this star prominent are some kind of a vessel of something higher than them as individuals. She writes that these people carry something "symbolically precious for others". I think that fits Simone Simons because she transmits with her voice (Mercury) as a vessel the meaningful lyrics of Epica that have a good message about the corruption of religion.

This way she's a carrier of something beautiful.

Go and listen to "Cry for The Moon".

[superalk]

Ailesswhumptober 2023 - drugging

 Clint popped the last couple fries into his mouth and shook his head. "I mean, I never shot a plasma pistol in real life," he said with a chuckle, as Raakaan snorted at his joke. "But I bet they do heat up like that, yeah.

[thegreatbooboosnatch]

Hashtag Canceled!

i forgot to put this on tubler..i swear i love this au one-sided rivalry human au performance check (they both influcers teehee) i need more things to write chat let me know

Living alone in a mansion on a hill may seem lonely to some but for Lux, its peaceful. Opening their phone to see all the hearts and comments from their Luxies. Nothing could bring them more joy. Or so they thought. Lux notices it mid-way through their Monday evening live stream, right after a stunning transition into their new minimalist kitchen set. The view count was low. Lower than usual.

Not drastically, that would never happen to them, but enough for a chill to settle behind their sharp cheekbones and beneath their expertly-highlighted skin. 

“Okay, okay,” Lux smiles to their camera, brushing a glowing hand over their platinum hair and smirking like the world still revolves around them—because obviously it should. “So maybe half my Luxies are asleep or being terribly disloyal tonight. Spill. What’s the buzz, babes?”

Chat floods with excited messages.

“Lol they ditched your for a nerd dw lux im a real fan”

“Chance is live!! He’s doing a new worldbuilding stream!”

“Have you seen his latest GM tips video??”

“Lux, you and Chance would be ICONIC together omggg.”

“u just made me catch myself triple screening..y i got both lives up and my switch…”

Lux stares. Then sneers. The name “Chance” rolls around their mouth like something fizzy and sour.

“Chance,” Lux says flatly, “Bitch who?”

On the other side of the internet, Chance adjusts his glasses and holds up a handcrafted battle map. His fingers are paint-stained. His smile is crooked and genuine.

“So when i think about pacing,” he says, enthusiastic and completely unaware that he’s just triggered an ego-driven spiral in an influencer diva, “I always like to imagine what my players’ emotional hit points are. Like, if I hit them too hard, are they still having fun?”

Chat explodes in heats and admiration.

“You’re the best, Chance!!”

“Omg wait he’s so fine…”

“Joined late omg there’s so many people!”

“I WAS HERE FIRST CHAT”

“Everyone calm down theres not enough mods lol”

“Do you think Lux would ever play GnG with you??”

Chance flushes pink and laughs. “Oh man... 50k viewers!? Hey there guys! I hope I'm not stealing you away from something important.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Maybe I should post, like a QnA or something? Is that what big influncers do?” Chance smiles happily. “Properly introduce myself properly to my future party members? I hope you all stick around!”

Lux sees the vod the next morning.  They’re sipping an oak milk latte, wrapped in a robe that costs more than a small car, sunglasses on indoors.

Upfrontly calling them out? Pretending to be sweet? Acting like he’s soooo high and mighty and humble?

“‘UptoChance20’ huh? I see how it is,” Lux mutters, and opens their laptop with a manicured flick. “I won’t take this. He’s not stealing my Luxies away that easily. If its GnG they want its GnG they’ll get.”

The first GnG video Lux posts is titled “Rolling Dice, Rolling Eyes”. It’s half-sincere, half-parody. They wear a sequined robe, the dice are acrylic diamonds, and they only vaguely understand what AC means.

It gets a million views in three hours.

The next day on Lux’s alt account, a glow of four ring lights reflects in Lux’s narrowed eyes. They’re sprawled dramatically across a leather couch. A laptop sits propped up on a marble coffee table, and on the screen: Chance’s livestream.

He’s mid-sentence, grinning at the camera, arms waving like a car inflatable air dancer tube man.

“–alking about GnG! That’s wild, right?”

Lux’s jaw clenches. They sip their drink with the violence of someone trying not to throw it.

“I’ve seen some of their stuff and holy crit! Their production value, their branding? Their ability to monologue like a villain with a skincare routine? Inspirational. I have to be honest travelers, I’ve used some of Lux’s videos for inspiration sometimes heh!”

Lux nearly chokes.

“Like, yeah, okay, they don’t know what AC means yet, but the commitment? The drama? That’s the heart of a great player right there.”

“Heart of a clout-chasing saboteur,” Lux hisses under their breath.

“Honestly, it means so much that someone with that much reach is getting into the hobby. They could open so many doors for people who never thought GnG was for them, you know? Like, if Lux is playing, it’s officially cool.”

Lux throws a throw pillow at the couch across from them.

“He is so fake,” they growl, rewinding the stream just to watch the smile Chance gives when he says their name. “That ‘I’m just a little nerd’ act? Please. I see you, Dice Boy. You’re just trying to bait me into giving you more attention.”

They pause.

“…Which I am doing,” they mutter, eyes twitching. “WHATEVER.”

Onscreen, Chance laughs again, all sunshine and glasses slipping down his nose. It’s disgusting to Lux. 

“Honestly, Lux, if you’re watching this—uh, hi—thank you. Seriously. You’ve made my entire week.”

Lux freezes. “I hate you,” they whisper, very quietly, to no one. “Evil. Evil little man on my screen you’re going DOWN.” They tap the screen with force.

The chat continues flying by on Chance’s stream, filled with:

“Lux and Chance collab WHEN??”

“Chance is in OBSESSED omg”

“Imagine Lux as a chaotic sorcerer”

“Yall they live in the same city it might be possible”

“You guys are crazy, there's no way. They’re way out of my league. I mean, have you seen their lighting setup? And their whole face?” Chance’s face fade into a soft pink while talking, “I wouldn't even know how to talk to them without rolling for charisma first.”

Lux slams the laptop shut.

“Fine,” they say, standing with the gravitas of a soap opera villain mid-reveal. “You want drama, Dice Boy? I’ll give you…dramaAAa. Let’s see how genuine you are when the lights hit you.”

They storm off toward their filming room, their stomps thundering through the sound proofed walls.

Over the next two weeks, it becomes a thing.

Lux posts increasingly draaAmatic GnG content. Sketches. Monologues. A full video titled “Why Wizards are Basically Influencers”. Their Luxies eat it up. So does Chance, who, blissfully unaware of Lux’s internal rage spiral, keeps commenting with helpful, earnest suggestions. For example, the most recent one:

“This was hilarious! If you ever wanna try a one-shot, I’d love to run a game for you!! =D”

Lux reads it. Several times. Then sends a DM:

"Collab. In person. Let’s see if you’re as charming as you think you are, dice boy."

They meet in the biggest, most popular coffee shop in the city. The owner, with her earnest generosity and Lux’s ceaseless pleading, has allowed them one whole section of the floor to dedicate to this livestream.

Lux walks in first, dramatic and glowing, wearing a mesh shirt and enough highlighter to power a lighthouse. They expect Chance to be smug. Smirking. Maybe holding a ring light.

Instead, Chance nearly knocks over a cup of tea standing up too fast.

“H-hi!” he says, a little too loud. “You look—wow. That’s, uh. Is that a wizard robe but like, couter?”

Lux blinks. “Couture…” They look him up and down. “…It’s Balenglacas,” they say automatically.

Chance nods, eyes wide. “I thought so. I mean, obviously. Sorry. I’m just—really honored to be doing this with you. Like, I’ve been really getting into your content recently. You're just so funny and such a positive person, I’m beyond happy that someone like you is leaning into GnG.”

Lux stares.

There is no sarcasm. No smugness. Just this endearingly sincere, lanky guy with a bag of dice and the warmest smile Lux has seen since their Luxies started stanning someone else.

“…Right,” Lux mutters, suddenly feeling a little hot. “Well. Let’s get this over with or something”

They play a one-shot. Lux is dramatic, over-the-top, ridiculous, and Chance is quick to enable all of their intense and fame driven actions to their full potential. 

He builds the world around their nonsense. Gives them spotlight after spotlight. Laughs at their jokes. Gasps at their villain monologues. Lux finds themselves genuinely having fun. In fact, they haven’t had that much fun in a long time.

Somewhere in the second hour, Chance adjusts his glasses and asks, with genuine awe, “Lux…have you been…improvising your entire backstory on the spot?”

Lux smirks, but there’s a blush on their cheeks now. “Of course I am. I’m brilliant.”

Chance grins. “Yeah. You really are.”

Uh oh.

After the session and livestream ends, Lux leans on the table, voice quieter than usual.

“So… you weren’t mocking me. With the comments. The videos. The compliments.”

Chance blinks. “Mocking you? No! Why would I…? Oh.” Realization dawns. “You thought I was…? Oh no. Oh man… I just… I mean, you’re you. And I’m—me. I just thought it was really awesome that someone like you even noticed what I do.”

Lux is quiet for a second. Then: “You’re such a nerd.”

Chance smiles, sheepish. “Yeah. Kind of my whole brand.”

Lux laughs—genuinely, for once.

They look at Chance. His dark hair and crooked smile and the way he fiddles with a D20 when he’s nervous. And for the first time, they think maybe being worshipped is nice—but being seen?

That might just be better.

[homestuckfan2000]

Callout post for @j0nath0n_sp@rk13z

(this is a fake tumblr callout post that me @madcrowscientist wrote. THIS IS A JOKE. PLEASE BE NORMAL. also we’re not in the octonauts fandom and we’re not anti-octonauts)

Hello. Jonathon Sparklez has been gaining a lot of popularity lately and I think that it’s time to hold him accountable for his actions. Jonathen is known for his analysis of Octonauts and its relationship with queer theory and class dynamics. 

I am a prominent member of the Octonauts fandom, I write Fanfiction, and on occasion do Fan Art. I knew Jonathon when he was @octo_b0y3 and @blu3oc3anbeaST. 

Because I’ve been in this fandom for so long I know things about Jonothan most people new to the fandom couldn’t even dream of.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Sl*rs, h*m*ph*bia, m*nipulation, s*alking

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Jon was *allegedly* 15 when he joined the fandom and posted his first analysis September 11th. This analysis was titled, “Marxist Theory and Shellington’s transgender identity”. Over the years Jonny posted many more analysis pieces, gaining a medium sized following (allegedly). Recently some dm’s between John and one of my mutuals were uncovered. Trigger: Slur

@j0nath0n_sp@rk13z: captain barnacles is a cunt lmao

@TeaQueen5: Haha… sure. 

@TeaQueen5: That’s really offensive, actually. You’ve been on tumblr for years. 

@j0nath0n_sp@rk13z: sorry man it was just a joke

@TeaQueen5: You know that’s not a valid defense for saying a slur against british people. Only they can reclaim it.

As you can see from this conversation, Jon does not respect british people. He also doesn’t apologize. He uses slurs and doesn’t even think it’s a problem. Jon constantly uses these slurs. Slurs aren’t a joke, smh. C*nt can be really hurtful. 

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Jon has also used homophobic hate speech against other users. Despite Jon’s identity as Gay, that does not exclude you from violent homophobia and hatred. For example, tumblr user @goldenair1776, said that she shipped Kwazii and Captain Barnacles. Even though this ship conveys harmful work dynamics, it is not okay to reprimand someone for liking gay people. Jon reblogged this post, saying that he hated gay people and all gay Octonauts ships. Then he made fun of goldenair, the op, for being bisexual. Tumblr TOS clearly states that they are against hate speech, it’s clear they have a bias for Jon and his account.

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John sent this ask to a mutual of his,

@shimmeroceanocean:

heyy . when i come over to ur house next week we should watch ep. 7 of octonauts. i’ll bring candy

What more can I say, Jon later claimed that shimmeroceanocean was an irl but this is clearly not the case. I would never send an ask to an IRL and neither would Jon. Jon has stalker like tendencies and uses candy to manipulate his online underage (allegedly) mutuals. 

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Overall, we need to get him removed from the platform for his usage of slurs, homophobia, manipulation, and stalking. You can make mistakes, but these aren’t mistakes. This is a clear pattern of behavior that isn’t okay in the Octonauts space. Please DM if you have any questions (edit: closed dms). 

[novelmonger]

Sorry, i know this is a bit random, but i recall you wrote ages ago that Carol Berg helped you get over disowning Robin Hobb as your favourite author (did i get that right?), and being familiar with both authors myself, I couldn't help but wonder what’s the story there? :) (just discard this if it's something very personal)

Ohhh, impressive memory! Yeah, I don't mind sharing, if you'll forgive me for being a little dramatic about the matter...and long-winded ^^'

(To be clear, the only Robin Hobb books I've read are the Farseer Trilogy, Fool's Errand, and The Golden Fool. The only Carol Berg books I've read so far are The Spirit Lens and The Soul Mirror.)

I was first introduced to Robin Hobb when my brother gave me the Farseer Trilogy when he went off to college, a year before I did the same. That was a very weird and stressful in-between sort of year, one where I really needed some other world to escape to, so I utterly devoured that trilogy.

Assassin's Apprentice, especially, really grabbed my imagination (and is the one book of hers I still have on my shelf). In many ways, it's the kind of story I hope to be able to write one day. It's high fantasy, with magic and kings and queens (and eventually dragons, but not in that particular book), but it feels very grounded. It doesn't brush aside some of the more sordid aspects of medieval life, while not making everything feel grungy and ugly like some grimdark stories I could name. There is ugliness, but there is also beauty - in realistic measures that makes the world feel like one that actually exists somewhere.

I also loved how deeply emotional Robin Hobb's writing was. I immediately felt like I was living under Fitz's skin, feeling things as he felt them. It's not rare for me to cry when reading a good book, but there were several scenes where it really struck me hard and I just sobbed my heart out. (I'm particularly thinking of the last scenes with Smithy and Nighteyes, as well as Fitz saying goodbye to Burrich in...I think that was the third book?) A lot of fantasy in general, and especially the books I'd been reading around that time, were much more plot-focused, so even when the worlds were cool and the plot was engaging, I wouldn't get hit with emotion that strongly. Robin Hobb really stood out in that regard, because while her stories have intricate plots, they're also intimately characterized. I don't think there was a single character in that series who felt flat.

Besides that, Fitz is a very sympathetic character, especially in the first book when he's just a kid who doesn't fully understand what's going on - and I've always had a thing for lonely little boys. And then there's his animal companions! Nosey! Smithy! Nighteyes! (Oh my word, Nighteyes alk;djfsdlkjf) And I also really liked a lot of the human secondary characters, especially Burrich, Kettricken, and Verity.

But more than anyone else, my favorite character, at least from the second book onward, was the Fool. He was so kooky and weird, so mysterious, so multi-faceted. One minute he seems almost half-witted, the next he rattles off something truly wise. And certainly by the end of the Farseer Trilogy, I adored the way his relationship was unfolding with Fitz. It seemed like everything I've always wanted and so rarely seem to find: two men who trust each other with their lives, who would die for each other, who aren't afraid of telling each other that they love each other, without even a question of romance.

Well. If you've read the Tawny Man trilogy, you might be able to guess some of where this is going.

I think my main problem was identifying too closely with the writing. I didn't just say, "Robin Hobb is my favorite author!" or "Robin Hobb is my writing role model!" It was like...because I recognized multiple very important things in her writing that I also wanted to achieve in my own writing, I went beyond simply trying to learn from a master and skipping ahead to assuming that she would craft her stories the same way I would in ten, twenty, thirty years. Like the only difference between us was time and experience, like we had the same values and the same ideas about characters and stories.

(To draw a contrast, I would now say that my primary writing role model is Brandon Sanderson. I really admire his worldbuilding and the way he crafts compelling plots and interesting magic systems but also does really well with making characters interesting and realistic, so I can enjoy a breathtaking plot and also sob my heart out in the emotional scenes. And I also really like the way he writes romances. But while I know there's lots I can learn from him, we write very different stories. I don't really have any aspirations to write epic fantasy with huge, sprawling casts and intricate magic systems. I'm much more interested in smaller, standalone stories that focus on just a few characters who might not even be saving the world. So it's much easier to read his books and go, "Wow, that was awesome! I have so much to learn from him! But I would never have written XYZ that way.")

Looking back, I can see a lot of red flags that should have jolted me out of this weird way I was reading Robin Hobb, things that should have clued me in much earlier that it wasn't just that Robin Hobb is a much better writer with ages more experience than me, it's also that we have very different ideas of how to handle a story and its characters. If I'd noticed sooner, maybe I would have been able to just enjoy her books for what they are instead of imagining that they were something else and then getting sucker-punched when I couldn't deny the truth any longer.

One indicator was Robin Hobb's stance on fanfiction. She took her rant down from her website, so I suppose it could be that her opinion of fanfiction has changed, but she's still on the forbidden list on FFNet, for whatever that's worth. Anyway, my point is simply that anyone who ever felt that strongly against fanfiction is clearly not someone who sees eye to eye with me on everything XD

Another interesting point is how, now that I've put several years between me and these books, I see how kind of...excessive Robin Hobb could be with all the horrible things that happen to her protagonist? Don't get me wrong, I love angst and whump probably more than I should, and it made for some really dramatic and nail-biting plots because it was clear that she wouldn't balk at going so far as to permanently maim Fitz if she thought the story called for it. Worse than that, she kept on tearing away everyone he loved in one way or another. There is so much pain and darkness in these books, and Fitz always seems to come out the worse for it, despite all of his efforts. If I'd been writing the stories, I would have given him a bit more of a break here and there ^^'

More to the point, though, is the way Robin Hobb handles romance. I knew from the second book (when Fitz is actually old enough to have romantic entanglements) that I did not care for her romances whatsoever. I don't think there was a single romance in any of the books I read of hers that I whole-heartedly liked without any reservations. (Kettricken and Verity came closest, but we hardly even see them together, and then there's that whole thing with Fitz....) Content-wise, they're not the most graphic scenes I've flipped past read, but the way Fitz never fails to make the absolute worst choices when it comes to romance, and the way he never fully commits to any of his romantic partners...like, I get it (at least sometimes), but I don't respect it.

Normally, I wouldn't keep going with an author who puts so much sexual content into her stories, even if it's not usually described in much detail. I would have gotten fed up with Fitz's dumb romances...but I really liked everything else about the books, so I persevered. Even if Robin Hobb's romances were crap, at least she was doing a really good job at making me care about all the other relationships. At least she was doing something I'd so rarely seen, with Fitz and the Fool's close friendship. There was no drama there. No dumb misunderstandings or stupid choices.

Until there was.

When I got to a certain scene in The Golden Fool, where rumors abound about the Fool's sexuality and Fitz finally confronts him (for the second time) and is like, "There's nothing romantic going on between us, right???" I was crushed by the Fool's response. I was waiting for another scene kind of like the one in...Assassin's Quest, I think it was, where he asks a similar question and the Fool's answer is basically, "Why does it matter? I love you, that's all." Instead of that, the Fool's response leads Fitz to understand that the Fool is in love with him (I don't have the book anymore, but I seem to remember the line going something like, "I love you in every way possible."), and he handles it as well as Fitz ever does, which is to say, terribly.

That was the moment where everything came crashing down. I don't know, maybe no one will really understand why that was such a big deal to me, but it was like all of a sudden I couldn't fool myself anymore, and I saw that Robin Hobb was taking the relationship in a direction I never wanted it to go. I wanted it to be the one uncomplicated relationship Fitz still had. I wanted it to go without saying that they loved each other, but not romantically. In that moment, I realized I didn't care what the answer to the mysterious things about the Fool's identity was. I didn't care if the resolution of it all ended up being that the Fool was a woman after all, or that he's some kind of androgynous or hermaphrodite creature, or that he ended up being a dragon or a fairy or anything else. I didn't care what the answer was, because I didn't want them to ask the question in the first place.

It was the weirdest feeling. Like...usually, if I make it past a certain point in a book, nothing short of a graphic sex scene or something truly horrible will make me stop reading it, even if I'm bored and don't care anymore. I usually at least want to see how things end. But when I got to that scene of this series I was deeply invested in, that had made me cry and smile so many times...all of a sudden, I didn't care at all. I didn't care if everybody died horrible deaths. Because the magic was shattered, and suddenly I was looking at letters printed on a page that I didn't much care for, rather than a vibrant world passing before my eyes.

So I kept Assassin's Apprentice, because I still think Robin Hobb is an excellent writer, and that's the one book in the series that doesn't have any romance for Fitz to screw up. But I sold all the other books, and have never felt even the slightest urge to read any more of her writing.

At long last, this is the part where Carol Berg comes in! I don't remember how long it had been since I disowned Robin Hobb as my favorite fantasy author, but at one point I picked up The Spirit Lens. I don't know if you'll agree with me or not, but I noticed a lot of similarities to Robin Hobb's stories. The way Portier hides in plain sight but is the one who really gets things done in the kingdom. The way the fantasy is magical and interesting, but still very grounded, paying attention to things like the workings of the court and such. The exquisitely horrible torture Portier suffers.

But most of all, my favorite character, Ilario de Sylvae! 8D The second he came on the page, I sat up straight, feeling like I'd just heard a familiar voice. Not necessarily because of his actual voice, but his character is so reminiscent of the Fool! Pretending to be a foppish rich boy who faints on couches at the sight of blood, only to reveal he's actually very serious, very skilled, and has a heart of gold. He comes through for his friends in the nick of time. He cares deeply for Portier, especially, but there's not a hint of romance between them. (At least, not in the two books I've read. I picked up on what might be some hints as to his sexuality, or at least the hints of questions, so if that becomes a thing in the third book, I guess I'm wrong about this. But so far I don't see any of that between him and Portier.)

So it's really interesting, because I was so enamored with Robin Hobb's stories, just blown away by the sheer emotion, but while I've enjoyed Carol Berg so far, I wouldn't say she's in my top five or anything. I think she's an excellent author and I really do love her characters, but I don't think they've made me cry so far. And yet, reading The Spirit Lens kind of healed the wound left by The Golden Fool. I'm not expecting Carol Berg to write the story exactly the way I would - in fact, I don't think I would ever get to the point of writing that particular story! - but that frees me to just enjoy a good story well told. And I can see echoes of Fitz and the Fool in Portier and Ilario, without any of the qualities that aggravated me so much. Like I can finally get the resolution I didn't realize I still needed.

Anyway, that's my story! Hopefully I didn't bore you to tears! I'd love to hear your thoughts on the two authors.

[popcultureoverdosed]

Looking Back on World Flipper

[ Ok this is a bit embarrassing. This retrospective was originally supposed to be published before world flipper shutdown but I never got around to uploading it to my Tumblr. I only published it on my Reddit. World Flipper is extremely starved for content so hopefully this article will be found by fans feeling nostalgic for the game.]

At the time of the original writing, World flipper was only days away from shutting down permanently for global players. This is a common dilemma gacha gamers have to grapple with time and time again. We get invested in a game we think we can fall in love with only for it to one day forever vanish from our screens. I want to say I'm numb to this experience, but it still stings how games are treated as disposable goods.

I didn't think much of World Flipper when playing it for the first time. The pinball mechanic was a fun and unique experience, but it wasn't a game I saw myself getting addicted to like Dragalia Lost. The story wasn't all that provoking either. Alk started off as an amnesiac good Samaritan who's not all that different from the average anime protagonist. The minimal dialogue during the first few chapters didn't do much to expand upon the setting either. This was in stark contrast to how Dragalia Lost was stuffed to the gills with content. It felt like taking a step backwards in comparison.

It wasn't until the Neon Skyline event did the story take my breath away. A cyberpunk story featuring crime fighting vigilantes was the last thing I expected from this game. I quickly fell in love with Bulleta and her fearless daredevil attitude. It was with this event that cygames began showing off their creativity and sublime writing skills. Wanting to sink my teeth even deeper into the story, I played through the main quest until I got to 7 where the lore really began to pick up. We got to explore Light's original world and experience its near destruction. The tone of world 7 to 8 is notably more grim compared to the game's usually upbeat tone. It was a much needed dive into serious drama to give the narrative some meat to its bones.

The story outdid itself once more when we got sent to Shibuya in World 10, Alk's home. Being a fan of games like The world ends with you, Persona 5, and Jet set radio, Shibuya is my absolute favorite setting to see in Japanese media. It's essentially the New York of Japan. This chapter was rife with drama and much needed exploration of Alk's character. I especially loved how the plot felt similar to TWEWY and Devil Survivor with the whole premise of teens being trapped in Shibuya while also developing supernatural powers. Now I really need cygames to develop a shibuya-punk style game. While the final chapters weren't as good as this one, WF still had a mostly satisfying conclusion. The greatest highlight of the story was when several of the characters arrived at the final battle in a robotic dragon to help All and his friends. It was so glorious seeing my favorite characters finally appear on the same screen and team up in an epic war against the antagonist.

The main selling point of WF is definitely the characters. Cygames has mastered the art of making characters players can fall in love with. There's a huge cast of quirky adventures to choose from and you're bound to find a few you resonate with. It never felt like I was simply collecting units to power through the game. Each character brought a delightful experience with them. My personal fave is Vyron for being the hottest guy in videogame history. I would pay serious money for more content about him. It's a shame that the fanbase is so micro sized, because you could write a library worth of fanfiction with how cool these characters are. I also love Bulleta for her rebellious and action-loving attitude. Also have to give Cygames props for the abundance of brown skin characters they included. Asian games are typically starved of melatonin so it was nice to play a mobile game with diverse skin tones.

There's a huge amount of diversity in the designs due to all the different worlds. My favorite worlds are Shibuya for the previously mentioned reasons and Endless Blue for being Oceanpunk themed. Oceanpunk is an incredibly rare genre so it was awesome seeing it represented here. I loved seeing all the nautical themed clothing on display and how lovely the setting was. I would definitely love to see cygames expand on the setting by making a fully fledged Oceanpunk game in the future.

World flipper wasn't a perfect game, but it definitely had its charm. It kept me entertained throughout the years and I doubt I'll ever find a game quite like it.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Pre-fall, cuz I’m assuming he’s had a thing for he a bff since then?

Sweet! Thank you! Hope ya enjoy! Hopefully it's long enough! I'm not exactly the best with writing fight scenes lol Under the cut, warning for blood, violence, and yk. Hex having a rough time. <3

"End of line, First Man."

Adam coughed as he made contact with the cold, almost glassy floor. They'd been at this for a while. Adam and Hex would never get along well(Adam was from Heaven, after all.) and that escalated into a full-on fight.

Adam coughed up a small puddle of Ichor. Shit. "Alright, man. You can cut this shit out." Adam coughed.

"Like Hell I will." Hex said, throwing another punch, sending Adam crashing to the ground again. "You're cancerous, y'know. You corrupt all that you touch. You're like a virus in a computer." He said, kicking Adam while he was down on the ground.

"Cut it out!!" Adam growled, shoving him away with his wing. "I AM ADAM!! FIRST MAN!! YOU WILL RESPECT ME!!" Adam snapped.

"Respect?" Hex asked almost...dazily. As though he was in a trance.

"YEAH, BITCH!!! I'M FUCKING ADAM!!" Adam shouted, taking another hit.

"Don't talk to me about respect." Hex said blankly, landing another hit, drawing his Angelic-Disc with his other hand.

"UGH!!" Adam grimaced. "TRY HARDER, YOU LITTLE BI-"

SHATTER. Adam's eyes widened as his mask shattered and broke away, the Angelic-Disc held mere inches away from his face.

"Do-on't t-alk to m-e about-t respe-ct. You d-on't kn-o-ow a THI-ING about resp-ect." Hex's voice glitched, filled to the brim with anger.

Adam panted heavily, the length of the battle taking its toll on him. "I...don't have to...respect you....sinner." He growled. Adam cried out in pain as the Angelic-Disc wedged into his arm.

"Yo-u're an u-ugly ma-an. Hate is the ma-arrow in your b-ones. Disd-ain is pro-ogrammed into-o yo-ur b-eing. Y-ou're a h-ateful-ateful man-n. A can-cer. Y-ou do-'nt de-serve my be-st friend. Y-ou dese-rve r-ot." Hex hissed.

"I'll...get with her...one way...or another..." Adam snarled.

"...s-uch pretty w-ings...." Hex chuckled. Hex pulled the disc out of Adam's shoulder. "Y-ou w-on't mind m-e r-oughing th-em up a b-it, w-ill y-ou?"

Hex didn't wait for a response, slashing at Adam's wings a few times, not enough to be irreparable, but enough to be painful. "Th-ere." Hex sighed.

"You're...a piece of shit..." Adam growls.

"A-lready kn-ew that." Hex laughed.

"You're...a stupid...loner..."

Hex's lights on his suit turned a bright red, reacting, in a snappy manner, landing a potentially killing blow.

"SIR!!!!" Hex's head snapped open, finding Adam's Lieutenant making her way down.

Hex growled, pulling out his light cycle, riding away, leaving Adam behind.

[dgaftilwedie]

found this in my reblogs so i thought i'd do it over again :33 weehee!!!!!!!!!!

my little ghoulies ofc :33 and fry futurama but that's cringe shhhhh

LIGHTERS they noises they make are so sparky i love it

yeah :P but only in the summer and they're locked in three different places because im paranoid

a lot of them. does slenderman count??????

brown :3

i don't know :(((

hair ties. my hair is too short for scrunchies right now i think, but i DO have a lot of them

two i think??? i cleaned recently :3

ICED i like my coffee iced but im so bad at making it

probably

jorking my it (writing)

a sleepy one (im tired) (it's 1;30am)

i've been mowing down on some pringles for about an hour (they're philly cheesesteak flavor) (straight heat btw)

YES

no all of my children are dead ☹️☹️

not yet but im getting my permit soon :3 i am late bloomer

the one where i can't see things far away

shampoo......... sometimes i use my mom's leave in conditioner or like this curl cream??

yes :3 i have so many colors you can use whatever ones you want

soda

like 80% of my belongings ARE stuff from my childhood

annoying

i like it :3 as long as it's like. chilly enough for me to wear a hoodie and jeans but not chilly enough for me to need a hat and gloves

smokin a pack??? i don't know i've never been on a rooftop before

lotion cuz it makes me feel soft but perfume because i use it more

my face. ifrit's tiddies. end of story.

uhmmmmm i didn't fall asleep until 3am last night......... i woke up a couple times but i didn't officially wake up until like 1pm???? jesus wtf i slept for 10 hours WHY AM I STILL TIRED

yeah........ i wear a mask....... with a smile......... for hours at a time....... heh........ /s

warm......... toasty even

NO!!!!!!!!! FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE, NO!!!!!!!!!!

ghost :3

i have a couple :3 there's this really big pink one that i like, uhmmmmm i have a jersey shore towel i use alk the time and also one with flamingos and one with stripes and one with sharks

the other day, my mom was off of work and she took me on one of her Woods Adventures :3 she pointed out a whole bunch of native plants to me and i found ghost pipes for her !! it was really fun aside from the fact that there were a bunch of mosquitos that went ham on my calves

literally 95% of ghost's discography

est i think????

once. and then i changed it back. it was starii-grl for a very brief period of time but then i was like "oh god im not a girl" like i got lowkey dysphoric over my fucking url and i changed it back LMFAOAOA

n/a LMFAO

whatever soap my mom's soap lady makes that shit smells delicious

do i- PFT..... DO I USE LIP BALM??????? HAHHHHHHHH (i have an entire bin filled with chapsticks) (yes) (yes i do)

so many i absolutely scarfed down some spam musubi earlier and i had a milkshake and uhmmmmm my chips and more ice cream :3

5-11 sugars. 7 pumps of whatever flavor is tickling my tootsies that day. coffee?? so full of milk it's the same color of my skin. i offend the real coffee community.

pou :3 i love my pou his name is gumpou because he looks like a gumdrop

i like spicy foods a lot but i think my favorite part is the way i can like feel the fucking spice in between my teeth i genuinely love that part

depends................ what is my limit..................

yes. i woke up. my allergies were really bad because i haven't taken my zyrtek in months. i layed in bed for an hour and then i came upstairs and cleaned my piercings and took a shower and then cleaned my piercings again. and then i watched futurama for several hours. and then i ate dinner (really yummy chicken nuggets). and then i made my whole family milkshakes and i made my mom lunch for work tomorrow and then i tried to paint her toenails but i went really bad because we don't have good black nail polish :( and then i painted my OWN nails and then i played majora's mask for like 45 minutes and then i got really frustrated with the snowhead temple because i am so fucking bad and uhmmmmmmmm then i played ocarina of time which im SLIGHTLY better at :3 and now im layingon the couch watxhinf youutube and answering thes wiestions YAYAYAYAYAY

BLACK CHRISTMAS (1974)

i don't know 😭😭 it was probably a fuckinnngnfdkdkkeke bird video that i sent to my mom

the first time with permission was on thanksgiving in 2021 and i had a sip of wine and it was super gross. i almost yacked. the first time i went behind my parent's back was last august when i was goin thru some stuff. it was a rum and coke. it was fucking incredible.

no :(

i mean if you wanna :3 go for it

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?