#and okay the second one was probably the downloading fucking up my wifi

[anakinh]

I got a ps5! But the installation and set-up process was so horrific it single-handedly

locked me out of my playstation account

logged me out of various apps on my phone

killed my audio driver on my laptop

[gemjewlerybox]

♡ Go Go Magical Girl! ♡

chapter 1

There’s a new app on your phone

There were already a lot of apps on your phone, gaming, social media, tutoring apps, and you were prone to still having apps on there you forgot you had. You wouldn’t have noticed it really, if it wasn’t smack right in the middle of the screen

You may be messy but at least it was organized, kinda. 

You were in the middle of homework, struggling with math as usual. What's different? Just mind numbing stress. 

What took you out was hearing a bell sound. 

You paused for a moment, then continued back to your work. So maybe hours of stress isn’t the greatest. Maybe you should take a break a small break, you were hungry after all- 

Ding

There it was again. You look around the room for the sound, did you have a wind chime somewhere? Just swaying in a enclosed space- 

Your eyes did a quick sweep of your desk, and just for a split second you saw the screen of your phone shut off. 

Weird, you weren’t on it for a good while, why would it be on?

You grabbed it and it flashed back the lockscreen, the familiar faces of an older woman and smaller child popped up as the background. What wasn’t familiar was two notifications from an app you didn’t know of.

Child born from the pinkest of clouds, welcome to your life! 

….huh?

What app did you download recently? You can’t even remember- 

Hey, are you there? There’s people to save!

The second notification displayed, leaving you even more confused. Okay what cheaply made microtransaction ridden app did you download?

You opened your phone intended to dig through all of your apps to see who the imposter was, but instead you were greeted by it smack on your homescreen. 

It was a pale pink app, with a small heart in a darker shade in the middle of the icon. It was a simple looking app, one that you still don’t recognize. 

Eh, it didn’t really matter too much right now. Someone from school must have mentioned it when you were around and you downloaded it and forgot. You're too busy right now for an app to be sending notifications, so you decided to go and turn them off. 

Its just, when you tapped on the app, it didn’t open. 

Okay, maybe it was a mistap- nope it didn’t open again. After a good while of rapid tapping and rapidly growing annoyance, the app still didn’t open. 

You huffed a little, and then remembered you could totally turn off notifications via the settings app. You swiped around a bit and opened the settings app and scrolled more to locate and access the app itself- 

You can’t find it

You scrolled top to bottom, back and forth, the apps category. Hell you even went through other settings to see anything related to the mysterious app. Nothing 

…oh my god did you download spyware???

Panic started to spread through you. Your phone literally had access to everything about you, your name, your emails and passwords and banking information- oh god are you on the manor’s wifi?? CAN A VIRUS SPREAD VIA WIFI????

You turned your phone off and threw it on your bed. After a brief moment of spiraling about how you just gave some hacker the Wayne’s manor personal information on a silver dish, you grabbed your computer to quickly look up how to stop a virus attack before hearing a knock at the door.

You heard the formal title of your name after it, Alfred. You look at the clock on your wall, it is dinner time. You felt a grimace form on your face. 

You did not want to go down to that dining table. 

“Sorry Alfred” you called out from inside your room,”I think i’m just going to skip tonight’s dinner-”

“Tonight is the monthly dinner, miss. Everyone is required to attend.”

Fuck- you really don’t want to go down there now. Just to be ignored again?

“I’m…just not feeling so good right now.” you lied, well kinda “It’s probably from school stress.

Plus like, it's not like my presence is…needed y'know?”

You winced a little from that last part. But honestly you can’t deal with the uncomfortable, unwanting, atmosphere you’ll be prone to at that table. 

You couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the bedroom door, but you looked down and still saw a shadow showing from the gap of the door to the floor. He’s always been persistent with rules- 

“But really I don’t think my stomach can handle anything, so I’ll just be there pushing food around. I don't want to waste any food!” good this was such an awful lie

“Well then when you feel a bit better, be sure to come down. I’ll wrap a plate for you, please be sure to eat before retiring for the night.” A lie he brought

“Ahh thank you!” for not dragging you down, “And I’ll be sure to eat something before bed!”

“Well then, have a good night, and please don’t stay up too long” Alfred said before you could hear the footsteps of his polished shoes grow dimmer and dimmer. You felt the coils in your body release as you let out a sigh before collapsing on your bed. 

It’s so hard talking to these people in this manor, even Alfred. It seems like it hasn’t gotten any better since when you first came here

….you didn’t want to think about that time. 

Instead, you thought about your phone and potential malware that’s on it. 

You slowly went and grabbed your phone and said a little prayer before turning it back on. No flashing lights, pops ups, or random numbers messaging you your location, and nobody banging on your door. That should be a good sign…right?

…you quickly checked to see if you were on the manor’s wifi. Thankfully you weren’t, you sighed out in relief. The amount of stress you put yourself through is going to kill you one day, you can swear it sometimes. 

Clicking on the pink app again, and again it didn’t open. You laid on your back with your phone up in the air by your raised, just staring hard at it. As hard as you thought, you can’t even think of an app that even looks like it, nor any that won’t even let you access the thing. 

A new notification popped up on your screen, which scared you just enough to where you dropped the phone square on your face. Mid forehead rub, you read the notification, from your messaging app?

V- Hey, me and a few friends are going to the arcade now that its reopen. If you wannnnttt you can totally come with us! 

You looked at the message before switching your phone off again. Maybe you should bathe before continuing to your work. That sounds nice right now. 

The car ride was, as always, unbearable. Nothing has even been said since you entered the limo yet you can feel the sheer animosity from Damien across the car. 

You just sighed silently to yourself, you ran out of the energy to deal with him a long time ago. 

You spent the rest of the previous night in an endless battle of math homework, social anxiety, and doom thinking inside your room. The night ended with you crashing on your bed in defeat, completely forgetting to go down to the kitchen to eat dinner…your stomach sure didn’t forget. 

As Alfred continued to drive you both to school, you retrieved your phone from your uniform pocket. Fingers faster than your stomach rumbling, you open the chat messages between you and a classmate, Viviane, to see if she had anything on her person for you to munch on. 

You stopped when you saw the leftover message from last night. 

Thank god you turned off read notifications from your chats, you can just feel your phone going repeatedly from Viv seeing the unanswered read notifications. 

….Maybe it was better to wait to ask her when you get there. 

Clicking off the messaging app, your eyes were greeted with the cursed app. It was the first thing that you locked in on as you opened your phone in the morning, and after spending the entire morning getting ready and scouring the internet for any pink, heart, pink heart or whatever apps that ever existed. Nothing 

And, of course, when you clicked on the icon, it didn’t open. 

“What the fuck” you sighed out, what you thought was quietly

It wasn’t, you can eye on you from the opposite side of the car. 

“Where were you last night?”

“Hmm?” was all that was left from you as you turned towards your younger brother. It wasn’t often now that the two of you talked, thanks to you deflecting any attempts of his verbal abuse. You still gave polite, short answers and made quick getaways from conversations.

Lucky he seems too busy in recent months to follow and continue with the stream of taunts and venom, but there are times, like car rides to school, where you two have to be in the same space. 

 “Last night was a mandatory dinner and activities, yet you were nowhere to be seen.” 

“I…” Damien eyes bore into yours, one of intimidation, as if to convey his importance to you. His ego is fit for the blood son of a major billionaire such as Bruce, your collective father.

It kinda does make sense for him to think of himself highly, still you can’t help but feel exhausted with whatever power struggle he has had with you since you arrived at the manor. 

“ I just had work to do.” is all you said, simple. What's the point of getting into the specifics when he’s just looking for a reason why you're in the wrong and how you're a failure. 

Though, with the way he rolled his eyes and snorted came out, your sure that wasn’t a good enough answer for him

“Can’t do your duties as a family member because you can’t do simple schoolwork? It amaze me on how you can be worse” 

You can just feel yourself tuning him out, it was too early in the morning for him to start this with you and expect you to pay attention. You turned your attention instead back to your phone, scrolling through your social media for a distraction. Seems like there's a new arcade? 

You wanted to learn more, but Damien had other plans since in a blink your phone was no longer in your hands. 

“Wha- Hey??” you reached over on his side of the car to reach for your phone that was in his hands, but due to the seat belt you were in you couldn’t reach as far. 

Guess Damien didn’t have his own one on, because in the next second his hand was wrapped in your collar shirt, where he then pulled you towards him hard. 

You gagged as the seatbelt pushed against your neck and chest, your own hands grabbing at his. 

“I’m talking to you and instead you scroll through your phone?” he asked as if this was a slight against his name. 

“God, you're so insufferable,” His hands tighten its grip on your collar as he pulls you closer towards him, causing the seat belt to choke you further, 

“What? Can’t speak?” he taunted, now your hands left from his and you were scrambling to undo your seatbelt “Why do you even need to since obviously you think your too important than to interact with-” 

He didn’t get the chance to finish whatever rant he was going with, you unbuckled yourself and with the force he was pulling, you tumbled into him. You both smacked against each other and the car door.

You couldn’t even reach to nurse your injuries before the limo came to a screening halt, causing you both to jump from your seats. 

The car door on Damien’s (and now yours) side opens up, and thankfully you didn’t cartoonishly spill out the car. Damien had to brace himself on his seat so he didn’t fall out.

You looked out to see Alfred, the one who was driving you both to school, is the one who opened the door. He didn’t look the least bit pleased. 

Looks like you both made it to school though. 

You looked around and found your phone on the car floor, you grabbed it and your bookbag and quite literally climbed over Damien to get out, revenge for the shit show he just pulled. You didn’t bother to listen to whatever lecture Alfred was about to use nor the enraged look Damien must have. You simply climbed and hopped out the car and made a beeline to the gates of the school and merging with the other students. 

As you gathered your bearings and assessed yourself to make sure you were decent after that car ride, you switched on your phone to make sure no damage happened to it. Nothing physically, and switching it back on shows it was still working. The sigh of relief that left you, god.

What was all that about??

You rubbed your neck, it still burned from the strap. You can feel your eyes burning too.

No, no tears. The mascara your aunt gave to you was expensive and you will NOT let it run down your face in front of all these people. 

Its so stupid, all of this was stupid. 

“....I wanna go back home…”

“Why.Didn’t.You.Answer.Me.” ahhh, it was inevitable you’d fall for your faith. Being poked and propped, literally, by an angry Viviane in English. It's what you get for ignoring her messages. 

After cooling off in the last three class periods, you were waiting for your 4th one to begin. The teacher has always been known to run late to classes, so the class was loud with chatter.

Your assigned seat was near the back of the class, and your deskmate was poking at you to annoy you. 

Funny, in the start of the year when you realize this class has seating partners, you tried your best not to bother her, giving her space and scurrying away when classes were over.

That didn’t stop the girl from messaging you a week after classes started. 

To this day you still don’t know how she got your number. 

“I must have not seen it-”

 “Liar,” Viviane cut you off. “I looked and you turned in the winter museum column at 11:45 last night. You were awake when I sent that text.”

Okay stalker. 

“Yeah well,” you began your lie as you pushed her poking nail away away from your face, “I was really focus on Mr. Lopez work-” 

“Ugh, I can just hear the excuses coming out before you even say them.” she sighed dramatically, “I thought I turned notifications on on your phone?”

“...yeah you did.” you gulped, turning away from her so your face doesn’t betray you, suddenly you were very interested with your notebooks on your desk. 

“......did you turn them off-”

“I put them on silent” You can hear her groan out your name, “Why did you do that, huh? What would have happened if there was news worth coverage near your area that I needed you to get to at that moment?” “On a Tuesday night?”

“This is Gotham. God if I had a nickel for each time I said that to you-”

Viviane, president of the school’s newspaper and the co-owner of the schools unofficial news account on social media. You joined the club this year back in the fall as a photographer initially, but some days you find yourself writing a column or two some weeks.

She has been trying to reach out and cover news outside of the school grounds, hence the want for all club members to have notifications on and ready. She likes to be ready, and she has a knack of calling bullshit. 

Or maybe you weren’t a good liar. 

“Hmmm” she eyed you up and down, her lashes low, the look made you fidget around a bit. “Well, there really wasn’t anything that happened last night anyways.” she admitted, “I was inviting you out.”

“Viv-”

“God you're such a hermit.” she said as she resumed the poking, this time at the back of your head. If she wasn’t fond of long decorated deco nails, you may be able to ignore it, “A once in a lifetime chance the club goes out as a group and you want to miss out on it?”

“You mean the new arcade that just reopened after it was basically demolished from some Joker attack?”

“......” it was Vivaine turn to look away embarrassed, all for like two seconds 

“I’ve never seen you do anything fun, well that wasn’t photography-” “I like photography,” you pointed out, you finally stopped shuffling in your bag and gathered your materials for the class,

“Yeah, but when was the last time you did it that wasn’t for the school newspaper.”

Okay so she got you again. But that doesn’t mean you still didn’t find running around Gotham fun…..dangerous but fun still. 

“Well, even still the arcade is back and running! The club needs some much needed fun with all the shit we go through.” “The ish you put us through?”

“WE go through” she corrected, “We all are going, I’m making it mandatory”

“Oh COME ON-” you quickly quieted yourself, feeling eyes on you from your loudness. You shank back into your seat

Embarrassing 

“Just listen,” her voice was lowered to the point where you had to scoot closer to listen 

“Isn’t it weird how the place was practically demolished in a police vs drug lord setup, and now it’s back running in a matter of weeks??” Ah so this isn’t the R&R trip she’s trying to make it. 

“Oh my god viv-” “Mandatory~” she sang, grabbing your closest hand to her and swinging it. “You’ll have so much fun, I'll make sure all my friends have fun!” she giggled

“....” 

“Oooo wait I got the chance to read the segment of the museum you wrote, why didn’t you tell anyone you went…” You weren’t really paying attention to her or her hand holding at that point, partly because the English teacher finally came in to start the class but also….

She said you were her friend. 

God you should have dropped out of the club…..okay maybe that was extreme. 

But your feelings of wanting to go back home were also extreme. 

Here you were, Viviane successfully had gotten you to come to the arcade, by which of refusing to let you go back home (good cause you didn’t want to deal with the mess that was waiting for you), and instead dragged you to her own her own place before it was time to meet everyone here. 

Even for a weekday night, it was loud with games blaring and kids screaming and running around. You almost tripped over one of them when you first entered. 

Though, you can’t complain of the lack of games and activities around the place. The owners had probably gotten a huge settlement from insurance or whatever, because they were not short of excitement. 

Maybe you were being a sour wuss, this place is probably really fun. Too bad you're really awkward. 

Not all the members came, so much for it being “mandatory”

Viviane as soon as you all got there, immediately went off, probably sweet talking whatever kid at the counter space for information about the owners. Which left you and the three other members that came.

You don’t know how it even happened, but the two guy members suddenly started having a showdown on whoever could win the most tickets. And somehow that led to you being dragged as referee and scorekeeper.  

Right now you three were at the basketball hooping machine, a game you made them play twice already cause mid way through the first go arounds the balls ended up being thrown at each other rather than the hoop.

You were hanging in the back leaning against a wall, your phone out with tally notes and Alfred’s messages. 

“You seem to be having the time of your life.” huh? 

You looked around to hear where that voice came from, only to turn to your side and see it was the 5th member that joined, Aurelia. You were leaning against a wall that was behind the two members playing fighting. “You seem way more relaxed than how you were when we came in”

“Oh…you could tell?”

“Girl” they slid next to you on the wall, that's when you noticed the ginormous cone of cotton candy they had gotten, “You literally went rigid as soon as Viv dipped. Thankfully these knuckleheads didn’t seem to notice as they dragged you away.” Aurelia chuckled watching the other two starting to go at it.

Thank god for the cloud of sugar that was big enough to not show your embarrassed face. 

To be honest, you completely lost track of them. They just ghosted the group as soon as you all got there, and to be honest that was pretty on brand for Aurelia. 

Aurelia wasn’t technically a member of the newspaper. They were, way before you joined. What did they do? They were the gossip column’s writer, basically. Vivaine herself will always say what Aurelia wrote was simply speculation, but others would beg to differ. Vivaine also probably considered she made them use a pen name. 

A school like Gotham Prep academy was one that didn’t want any to damper its reputation, they were a well, highly acclaimed and decorated school. Its students went on to be great scientists, politicians, business owners, and more. The school, though, is still in Gotham, and it sure did have its skeletons. 

You don’t know what for sure put the nail in the coffin, if it was the story of the underlining steroids problem in the school being started by a gym teacher, or how certain high elite parents were paying teacher’s off to pass their kids. 

No one knows how Aurelia got those bank statements to this day. 

Whatever it was, the school put an immediate stop to it, either Vivaine kicked out whoever was writing the columns, or all members got kicked and a whole revamp of the newspaper crew. 

Aurelia voluntarily left, but the next day an account under the same penname popped up. 

“I’m not finished with this thing, literally please take some.” 

“Okay okay” you reached over and grabbed a piece from the cloud and ignored how you just saw a ball get thrown somewhere that wasn’t the hoop. Cotton candy was more important, and also your phone which began to vibrate, signaling a new notification.

As a teenager in your day and age you went for it immediately to check your message, a grave mistake since the notification showed your extremely low grade in your math class. 

“Oh you take Mr. Lopez class too?” Aurelia asked, you hadn’t noticed that your phone and bad grade was on full view for them. 

“Oh- ah..” you quickly put your phone back in your pocket, feeling embarrassed “Yeah, this class has been terrible and the semester isn’t isn't even over.” 

“Have you ever thought about getting a tutor?”

“Hm?” a tutor?

“Yeah, I also was taking that class and it was legit busting my ass. I knew that first month I needed a tutor.” they whipped out their phone and scrolled a bit before finding what they were looking for 

“Here,” they brought their phone up to you, it showed a list of their grades in the same class.

The first few grades were…..less than ideal….but during the later fall months, their grades had gotten better, like way better. 

“Oh my god-....a tutor helped you with this?” 

“Yep” you must have had a questioning look on your face because Aurelia seemed to get a bit flustered by it, “oh- no I definitely didn’t pay this school money to fix this. Please god- I'd rather just fail.” they snorted out the last part before laughing. After a moment, you began laughing a bit too. 

“Yeah no, wait, so what tutor did you even get?”

“Oh, she's amazing. And not like one of those that comes from like a tutor company or anything. No, I literally found a flyer on the school bulletin board.” Aurelia continued to ramble as they brought back their phone to scroll around more. 

“She’s like a college student- okay this is getting too much.” 

What was getting too much? Well you completely forgot that you were in an arcade opened to the public, some kid around the corner spotted the cotton candy you both were eating and began screaming about wanting one. 

“Ugh, come on.” Aurelia grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the wall. You were led around the arcade until the two of you found an exit that led to outside. The cold wind pierced against your exposed skin, the chill already reaching your bones, but it was quiet. 

Good. 

“Ahh that's better” Aurelia said as they stretched their arms out, “I love the cold, it's so refreshing-” they turned towards you

“oh-oops. Guess you don’t like it as much huh” 

“Nooo, what are you talking about?” you asked through your teeth. You can even tell that you were shivering ass off. 

“Well, let’s just make this quick then.” they said as they tossed the cotton candy away before pulling out their phone again. The pang in your heart hurted at the sight. 

“I wanted it to be quieter so I can hear your number.”

“...Number?”

“Yeah, I’m totally going to try and hook you up with my girl! Well tutor, but she is a life saver.”

Oooohh

“Plus I never even got your number, and you joined a bit ago, no?”

….honestly it makes sense to you. You recited your number to them and they tapped in it, a few seconds later your phone buzzed, you opened it up again to see a new message from an unknown number

Unknown- It's me, Arii 

“Oh, do you need me to spell out my name for you” you asked as you save the new contact, 

“Nah, your under ‘Camgirl’”

“....what the-”

“Come on let's go back inside before Viv sniffs us out”

Im introducing a taglist for those who wants to read my story without the shitposting that is 90% of this blog. You can either comment, dm or send an ask if you want to be part of it

[fbfh]

peter quill dating hcs

Listen this isn't the smut headcanons

But it's peter quill

There's gonna be some 18+ jokes and content

I will keep this as sfw as possible bc you'd better fucking believe that Peter Quill relationship and intimacy hcs are on their fucking way

So yeah just a prelude

Anyway

Yuh let's get inTO it

Okay two things first

1: I'm so mad there's like no fics for him?????????? Why is he not yet a tumblr sexyman??????? I get the first movie came out in like 2014 so I probably just missed the hype window but for gods sake

2: a lot of ppl think he'd be easily flustered and blushy and that's totally and completely valid

However

Why are we overlooking the whole "I've slept with half the galaxy" thing????????

Like

Okay Peter is a goofball

We know this

And on top of that

He can get it

I'm going to stop myself there so more on that later

He's like 6'2, hilarious, charismatic, so loving and compassionate, fan fucking tastic music taste i could go on for days

I feel like more likely than not you'd probably go from fwb to lovers

Since this is the sfw half we're gonna focus more on the second half

I feel like he falls so hard and fast he doesn't really have time to be like

Oh no I'm falling in love dammit

He's so easily distracted by everything about you that he can't hear that voice going "snap out of it Peter"

Cause he does not want to

Oh my god sit on his lap when he's in the pilot's seat in the Milano

When he's not driving obviously

It's one of his favorite things you do

If you're Terran you bond over earth stuff really quickly

#growingupterran

He's really affectionate

Like really really affectionate

Rocket makes gagging noises whenever you're in the same room cause there's usually some kinda cuddling or kissing going on

Even just loving gazes across the room

Rocket is the voice Peter ignores telling him to snap out of it

Rocket: come on! This is gross! It's gross, right Groot?

Groot, handing Peter a flower to give to you: I am Groot :)

Peter, handing you the flower: thank you Groot, you're my new wingman

Rocket: >:(

Don't worry though, you call Rocket the weapons expert and he likes you suddenly

"What should we bring to the attack?"

"We should ask Rocket, he is the weapons expert"

Rocket, dropping down from an air vent, "DAMN RIGHT I AM"

Rocket gives me Rigby meets Dan from Dan vs energy

When Peter sees you getting along with the rest of the crew it makes his heart so happy

I’d say out of all marvel subunits the guardians have the most genuine found family dynamic

The support between him and his friends is so important to him, so when you integrate pretty easily as part of the group, it means a lot to him

If you’re terran

Which presumably you are

When he first shared his awesome mixes with you you loved it

You checked your phone and realized, very distraught, that you don’t have wifi in space

Luckily you had some music downloaded, so you have like 3 playlists you can listen to

Once you get to a planet with actual reception, you make copies of his mixes on spotify so y’all can shuffle them

He kind of prefers to listen straight through but the variety is nice

And the fact that you did that for him???? His heart goes boom boom

And his peepee goes hELLO

He’ll dance with you a lot

Albeit very shittily

But you both have fun

If you’re insecure about dancing you won’t be for long

Sometimes when you’re dancing he’ll have his hands on your waist

Just staring at you

He’s been from one corner of the galaxy to the next

He’s seen everything

And you still top the charts as the prettiest sight he’s ever laid eyes on

His eyes get all big and sparkly

His brow gets a little furrowed and he has this smirky smile

He lets out a breathy laugh, baffled at how after all the pain and loss and bullshit he’s endured

How someone as

Wonderful

As you came into his life

Man

He just likes spending time with you

And as much of a front as he puts up he will come damn near death to protect you and make sure you’re safe

The only reason he wouldn’t actually die for you is because then he wouldn’t be able to protect you more

But he will 100% sacrifice himself for your safety and wellbeing

Afterwards he’ll cover it up with self aggrandizing humor

“So we’re in agreement… that was so heroic, right?”

Through tears, you’ll clutch him and laugh

“Oh, yeah. Very brave, your medal of valor will be arriving soon,”

He does this to soften the blow of what he did

Both for you and him

Let’s be real, he’s not best with up front emotional vulnerability

He’ll deflect with humor or seduction

But it’s very thinly veiled

When he falls for you you know exactly how much he likes you

Which is a lot

Later during a quiet moment

Maybe you’re falling asleep with his cassettes playing softly

You can tell him not to do that again

How worried you are, how stupid it was, and that you don’t know what you’d do without him

Keep it brief though, he already knows good and well how much it scared you

Most importantly let him know how much how love him

How much you care about him, how much everything he does means to you

And that you’d do the same for him

“Uh, no- no way. The whole point was to keep you away from bodily harm.” He’ll chuckle, half joking, fingers tracing your neck and jawline

“Okay,” you’ll reply into the crook of his neck, “next time, we come up with a plan b where both of us avoid bodily harm. Deal?”

“Yeah,” he’ll say softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “deal.”

Oh god his feelings for you are so overwhelming in that moment

They're swirling around him like a typhoon

He’s so focused on your touch, your breaths, the warmth coming off of you that it just washes over him

All he can do is hold you close

He knows he has no idea what the coming days will bring

But he’ll be damned if you don’t face it side by side

[bexical]

April ‘21

Okay, monthly updates. I can do this.

I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month! I mentioned last time that I wanted to do a rewite of Soul, and I decided to try to focus on that this month. I hear that finishing projects (as opposed to 1: getting distracted by side projects and 2: forever striving for ‘perfect’ as opposed to actually 'completed’) is an important skill to practice and develop, and I figured this was a good way to do so.

Of course, a little more than a week in and I don’t think I’m doing quite what I set out to do. I did work on it for a bit and make some good progress, but then I got distracted and returned to Fireflower for a bit (I’ve got a fun fight scene I’m working on - first fight scene I’ve actually sat down and written since I started taking MMA classes. The emotions in one particular scene in Raya and the Last Dragon have been perfect inspiration also). Then I picked up a draft of a poem I’d started some time ago - and while working on a stanza for that, I conceived a whole new poem. So much for practicing focus and finishing projects :P

That’s not entirely true though. I did actually finish that second poem (or a…sixish-th draft of it?) - if I’m feeling courageous, I’ll post that soon.

What else is new…

I’ve discovered how much I love writing on pen and paper, especially outside in the sunlight. It’s tricky - my body does a shit job at staying warm when I’m not moving so I get very cold sitting there, and when I’m out I don’t have wifi to stream music beyond what I’ve downloaded onto my phone - but it really is such a nice feeling. It’s not just that I’m more free of distraction (though that certainly helps) - there’s also the way scribbling the words feels that is… different, somehow from typing. (I don’t know the word to describe the difference. For some reason, my brain has descended upon the word 'vistruously’, which is of course not a real word. the word was VISCERALLY. figured it out the next day =P)

I’ve also been playing Disco Elysium - i.e. I played it with a friend, then decided to purchase it myself and play through it again in French to practice the language. It’s actually really great for practicing a language, since you can switch the text between two languages instantly, allowing you to compare the text easily. (Unfortunately, it doesn’t have Japanese, which I’d also love to practice with Disco Elysium. Alas.) One fun aspect is how the characters aren’t the most clean-mouthed, which means I get to see how people curse in French: I’ve learned the equivalent of 'fuck’, which is 'putain’ (transliterates to 'whore’) and sadly does not seem to partake in expletive infixation to the same extent as 'fuck’, if at all. The favorite French thing I’ve learned though is probably the translation of “Have you found anyone to be sweet to?”, which is “Avez-vous trouvé chaussure à votre pied?”, which in turn transliterates to “Have you found a shoe for your foot?”

Beyond the use it provides in language learning, I of course have thoughts about the game that I’ll hopefully write up and post here soon. One thought in particular is that it’s a really interesting way to tell a story. To briefly describe the game: it’s an RPG, playing a specific character (as opposed to a fairly generic blank slate). Your skills are customizable but are still personalized to the character: the best example is probably Inland Empire, a skill that reveals the inner workings of the character’s imaginations and fears. I really like how the skills interact with each other: while they are all a part of you, they’re separate parts of you and they argue with each other fairly often. Obviously, since they disagree on occasion, they can also be wrong on occasion: a fun lesson the game reminds you of is that succeeding a skill check does not always mean success in a more conventional sense.

So, in a return to the first topic of this post: I’ve thoroughly failed at not getting distracted with new projects by deciding I’d like to write my own game with similar concepts. Tentatively titled Dreamscape Fantasia (so while the game design may be a ripoff of DiscoE, the name is clearly a ripoff of Planescape Torment, a D&D game considered to be the spiritual predecessor to DiscoE =P), the game would focus on the exploration of the main character. DiscoE does of course explore the main character (that’s the whole point of personalizing the skill system to this character, after all), but DreamscapeF would do so more explicitly: as the title suggests, it would take place in the dreams of the main character, with events being far more abstract and with little to no extrinsic storyline.

I’ll likely develop it a bit then leave it alone for a while - I want to get the basics down while the idea’s fresh with inspiration from DiscoE, but then I want to focus on existing projects (hi Fireflower, I haven’t forgotten you). There’s also the question of feasibility… I’d ideally want to hire people for the art/music to fully deliver on the concept, which is of course technically doable - it just (significantly) ups the difficulty on a number of levels.

Nevertheless, it’s a fun project I’ve got going in my head. And that’s all for now - pce out til next time!

[dontgotothenetherworld]

love alarm au (nick x reader)

ok so i was watching this kdrama on netflix called love alarm (i think it was based off a webtoon? i could be wrong ahaha i don’t research anything) and i really liked the idea of it so i wanted to write a jlp fic about it lol.

basically, there’s this app called love alarm. if someone within a 10 m radius (i think that’s how big it was… oh well) has romantic feelings for you, and they also have the app, they’ll “ring” you. and vice versa, obviously. i’m changing one key rule; the ringing will only work if both parties have the app opened.

2271 words

cw: femreader. nbjo.

everyone was buzzing about a new app. something called love alarm? you were confused by the whole thing.

”hey! jo!” you yelled to your friend. “do you know what everyone’s talking about?”

”yeah!” jo held up their phone, they were downloading the app. “it tells you if anyone around you has feelings for you! and it tells other people when you have feelings for them. but like, it doesn’t say any names, which is kinda weird, but that’s part of the fun, i guess.”

you gulped. “uh do you know if you can change the settings to not notify other people.”

jo opened the app. “it’s called ringing, apparently, and no.” they glanced over the settings, only finding an option for the volume of ringing.

you looked at their screen. “aww no one likes you.” their phone had a big zero in the middle of the display. “wait no. romantically, no one in a, uh 10 meter radius? that’s specific, whatever, has romantic feelings for you. i obviously like, you, platonically, i mean, i’m your friend! i’m rambling, so i’m gonna stop now.”

jo laughed, but seemed disappointed with their number. “you should download it.”

”uh maybe.” you noticed your other friend walking over, eyes glued to her phone. “frankie!” 

frankie’s eyes glance up to see you, then they darted around the crowded hallway.

”hey! jo, y/n, look at this!” she held up her phone, open to love alarm.

”someone here likes you!” you yelled excitedly. “ohmygod i wonder who it is!”

jo looked down at their phone, still at zero.

”i have no idea…” frankie said, but in a way that made it sound like she knew exactly who it was.

the number suddenly jumped up to two, and she looked around again.

”do you have it downloaded yet?” frankie asked.

”i’m not sure if i want to…” 

”it’ll be fun, c’mon!” frankie urged.

”well… okay.” you opened up the app store, and started downloading. on the shitty school wifi, it was bound to take forever.

frankie’s brother, nick walked up to her.

”don’t tell me someone has rang yours yet.” frankie groaned.

”no, not yet.” he said, sadly.

”welcome to the club.” said jo. nick and jo high fived.

”look, don’t let this distract from school. you’ve still got classes to go to!” he lectured the three of you.

”okay, mom.” frankie rolled her eyes.

you glanced down at your phone. 50% downloaded, and 2 minutes ‘til first period. “shit! thanks for mentioning it, nick! i gotta go!” you started running to the opposite side of the school. “love y’all, bye!”

you got to your first period, out of breath, just in time to not be counted tardy. your teacher was really liberal with handing out tardies, even a second after the bell rang… good luck.

you checked your phone again, sliding into your seat. 87% downloaded. and a text from frankie! it was a screenshot of her love alarm, still at two, and a message saying “damn i thought u loved me :’(“

you sent back a cowboy emoji.

”phones up, class! it’s pop quiz time!” exclaimed the dictator, i mean your teacher.

a few periods later was lunch. you and frankie had the same lunch period. you were bummed that jo had an earlier lunch, but they were hanging out with nick, and his friend bella, so they were fine.

”show me your phone!” frankie yelled.

you placed it, face up, on the table. “chill out, woman. no one’s rung it yet, anyway.” you had been obsessively checking since second period. nothing. “any updates on the two from earlier?”

”well, when i went to fourth period, it finally went back down to zero, but then back up to one, so would that be three? or is one of them just, like circling around me?” frankie handed you her phone, currently at zero.

”wait, when did the first go to one?” 

”when i went to first period.” frankie said nonchalantly.

”how the fuck are you not freaking out right now? i would be hounding these two, potentially three, people down!”

”well, if they really want me to know, they would tell me. until then, i will enjoy the ego boost that the ringing has given me.”

”that’s so responsible. i’m suspicious.” you said.

”i know! i am responsible! also, i’ve only been opening the app in crowded places.”

”are you okay? this doesn’t sound like the frankie i know.”

you were going to question your friend more, but your love alarm suddenly went off.

1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.

you whipped your head around, frantically. “who could it be?”

”y/n, it’s back down to zero.” frankie updated.

”so, like, they just walked in and out of the circle, right?” you cursed the crowded lunchroom, that you were in the center of.

”probably.” frankie took a sip of water. “oh! did you hear about jamie and alyssa?”

”no, what happened?”

”alyssa wanted jamie to ring her love alarm, but he couldn’t! and then he rang violet’s!”

”what? how do they know?” 

”alyssa made jamie walk in and out of violet’s circle, and it rang every time he stepped into it.”

”they broke up, right?” you asked.

”obviously. but violet doesn’t have feelings for jamie, so they’re not together either.”

”this app is going to ruin so many lives.” you muttered.

”well, it was bound to happen eventually.” frankie shrugged.

you met up with frankie and jo, just after school ended. well, more like they met up with you. you had gone right up the bell with your test, and when you got out of the class, your friends were standing right there. both on their phones, open to love alarm.

jo stared distastefully at the zero, and frankie stared apathetically at the one.

you opened the app, but before it could load, nick ran over, startling you.

”frankie, look.” he held out his phone. it had a one on it.

”i’m kicking you out of the club.” jo said darkly.

”any ideas who it is?” asked frankie.

you slipped your phone into your back pocket, without looking at love alarm. you knew exactly who rang nick’s love alarm. you just didn’t want to know if he rang yours back.

your crush on nick had started back in freshman year, when you started hanging out with frankie. you would occasionally hang out at her house, and sometimes nick was around. and you just found nick so unbelievably attractive. 

you couldn’t believe it when, in your sophmore year, you and nick had the same seventh period. he sat behind you in class, and was always making jokes. he even offered to drive you home from school. granted, frankie was also in the car, but it still seemed kinda romantic to you.

and you had fallen in love with him along the way. 

but this year, you had no classes together. and yeah, you sent memes to each other pretty frequently, but you didn’t talk, really. you still had feelings for him, but you thought that if there was any chance that he did too, it had gone away.

you didn’t want to be disappointed, so you didn’t check your love alarm.

”y/n, has anyone rung yours yet?” asked nick. but maybe not…

”uh, no. i mean, yeah. briefly at lunch, but i might not be remembering that correctly.”

”can we stop talking about this shit? it’s fucking stupid. and who’s to say it’s in any way accurate?” jo spat.

”it’s alright, jo. not everyone has downloaded the app yet.” you tried to comfort them.

they walked off.

”well…” said frankie.

”uh, they drove me to school today, so can either of you…” you addressed the siblings.

”yeah, i got it.” said nick.

frankie laughed, “why do you want to drive my friend home?”

”she’s my friend too. jeez frankie stop being so weird.” he scoffed.

”eh whatever. y/n always complains about the mess in my car anyway.” said frankie.

”just pick the stuff off the floor and put it in a trash can! you can even put a trash bag in the car! it’s not that hard, frankie!” you exclaimed.

”case and point.” she started walking to the library. “i’ll see you back at home, nick.”

”see ya.” he said. you waved at her. you and nick began walking. “so, y/n, my friend, how has life been treating you lately?”

”like a sucker punch to the gut, my friend. i have had a test, quiz, or pop quiz in every single class to day, apart from lunch, where i got clickbaited that someone likes me.”

”ouch!” hey held open the door for you. “did you just use “clickbaited” in an irl circumstance?”

”eh technicalities.” you laughed.

nick shook his head. “anyway, do you know how you did on any of the tests/ quizzes/ pop quizzes/ forms of torture?”

”ugh no. but the suspense is killing me.”

”speaking of suspense, do you have any idea who, briefly, rang your love alarm?” nick asked, as he opened the driver’s side door.

you hopped into the passenger’s seat. “nada. you?” 

nick started the engine. “i have an idea.” you felt your heart just flatten itself against your chest. what does that mean??

”care to share?” you tried to say nonchalantly, but it probably came across very chalantly. which nick would remind you, is not a real word.

”no. i’d like to be more sure of my guess first.”

”see, when you say logical and responsible things about love alarm, it makes sense. when frankie does, i worry for the emotional safety of the two, potentially three people who rang her alarm today.”

nick laughed, “that makes sense. do you know who rang hers?”

”why, so you can beat them up? that’s what big brothers are supposed to do, right?”

”no, big brothers are supposed to be an omnipresent watchful eye.” it took you a second to get the reference, but you laughed when you did. “but really, no. more like i want to warn them.”

”i have a hunch on who one of them is, but i will follow in your infinite wisdom and not say until i’m more sure.”

”i wouldn’t call my wisdom infinite...” said nick.

you were tempted to open love alarm, but that would be stupid. nick’s phone wasn’t even on right now.

you fell into an awkward silence, and you didn’t know how to break it.

”so, uh. y/n, i’m sorry that i kinda stopped talking to you.” nick said, a couple stop signs later.

”i am also bad at maintaining friendships, so don’t worry.” why the fuck did you say friendships.

”yeah… uh i want to talk to you more. not just send each other tik toks, y’know?”

”tik toks are an excellent form of communication, i have no idea what you’re talking about. but yes.”

”okay, that’s good. by the way, when you’re scrolling on that app, do you just send me every video that says to send to your friends?”

you laughed, “no. sometimes i send you the ones that say send to your enemies. and i send you other stuff!”

”i know, i know! but like, do you send them to like frankie and jo and stuff?”

”um… sometimes? i definitely send the ones that call you ugly to frankie, and i usually send the super mega wholesome ones to jo, but neither of them ever send tik toks back, so i don’t think they really appreciate them.” nick always sends tik toks back. you’ve usually already seen them, but it’s the thought that counts.

nick turned into your neighborhood. “do you think the love alarm actually works?”

”what do you mean?” you asked.

”what if it’s just random. like the different accounts are randomly paired to go off when they’re near each other.”

you thought it over. “i don’t know. that could be the case, but there’s really only one way to find out for sure.” your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.

”do you mean… trying to ring someone’s that you like?” nick asked, slowing to a stop in front of your house.

you shrugged, “i guess.”

nick sat in silence, looking straight ahead, probably thinking deeply about something.

you picked up your backpack, and started getting out of his car.

”wait, y/n!” nick scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket.

you turned around to face him. “uh what?”

he took a deep breath, “can you open love alarm?” he had his phone already opened to the app.

not knowing what else to do, you obliged. every second that it took for the app to load felt like a thousand hours.

1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.

”i ran through the cafeteria earlier, by the way.” said nick.

you looked up, to see nick. he held his phone facing you. it said the same thing. you pinched yourself, to make sure you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t.

”wh- wait really?” you were dumbfounded. 

nick smiled. “the app works. it really works.” he gazed into your eyes, hopefully not noticing your mouth, which was still hanging wide open.

you felt frozen on the spot, and this was probably getting awkward. but nick! smart, kind, beautiful nick! he liked you. he really did.

he hopped out of his car and ran around to stand in front of you. he placed his hands in yours, still smiling.

”can i kiss you?” you asked.

”yes.” he said. and you did. you kissed the boy who you liked, and who liked you.

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Until 2 years ago, I used to be a PC person. I had a giant tower desktop computer with fans with flashing lights. I replaced that with a maxed-out MacBook Pro so that I could start traveling and work from anywhere. The problem is, since then I’ve missed PC gaming. All that startup stuff gets so incredibly boring after awhile, and we need to destress. Why even leave your computer screen to destress when you can do it ON YOUR COMPUTER? YES! YES! FREEDOM OF REALITY!

So let’s browse the games in Apple’s App Store, well, they’re not so great. It’s kind of the iOS type stuff but then for OSX. Pretty very very shit.

But that’s stupid, because the MacBook Pro 15″ has two graphic cards, and they’re actually pretty powerful. And the MacBook Pro 13″ and MacBook Air have on-board graphic cards, but they’re fine to play PC games from a few years ago (like Skyrim). So it’s a bit of a shame, we can’t play games on it. And well, destress.

How about GTA V? It’s come out for PC a few months ago, so I wanted to see if I could get it working on my MacBook Pro. I was pretty sure I couldn’t, but I still wanted to try. I mean I’ve been wanting to play this for years, but never had a device for it. I mean, YOU NEED TO PLAY THIS, RIGHT?

I know you can run Windows on Mac with Parallels. But it’s a virtualization app, so it’d never run it with any high performance as the graphics drivers are virtual (software emulated) and not native (hardware). Try it with any game, it’ll probably crash even before playing it, or it’ll be extremely slow.

But then there’s Boot Camp, which lets you run Windows natively (without virtualization) and with high performance on your Mac. After it’s installed you’ll have to reboot to switch to Windows, but that only takes half a minute each time.

**Since Apple doesn’t like Windows, it makes it REALLY EXTRA SUPER hard to get Boot Camp to work. Obviously cause they hate Windows and never want you to use it. I get it. But that means it’s full of stupid bugs that you have to figure out yourself how to fix. It took me 10 days. Yes. 10 days of tears. Maybe that’s why I don’t know anybody using Boot Camp. So to save you all the PAIN and time, here is my tutorial with all the tricks to get it working. **

What you’ll need

16GB USB stick (not an SD card!), I tried a 8GB one as Apple recommends it, but it wasn’t big enough, yup WHATEVER!

Windows 8 ISO file, in a perfect world you’d buy this from Microsoft, but they make it really hard and want to ship you a physical CD (what the fuck, it’s 2015, let me buy an ISO), so just find an ISO file of Windows somewhere (okay fine, Microsoft, I guess you don’t WANT my money)

Steam account to buy GTA V PC (it’s about $50 I think, worth it because you can play it online if you buy it legally)

Prepare Boot Camp

First search for Boot Camp Assistant on your Mac. Click Continue and you’ll see this:

If this is your first time, select ALL boxes. The first one makes your USB stick loaded with Windows and OSX’s boot camp loader, the second one is the Boot Camp drivers it adds, the third one sounds weird but means it’ll partition your drive to set up Windows.

So now click Continue:

Select your Windows ISO file and continue.

It’ll take some time to copy the Windows ISO to your USB stick, and then download the drivers from Apple that are compatible to your Windows version.

When it finishes, you’ll see this partition window. This means it’ll divide your hard drive up in two pieces, one drive for Windows, one for Mac’s OSX. Here it gets really dodgy, because it actually doesn’t work properly EVER.

You need to choose how big your Windows drive should be. To calculate the size: Windows needs about 20 GB to function, then you need some space for your game. GTA V takes 65 GB, so that is 65+20=85 GB. To make it performant I rounded it up to 100 GB. But it depends on how big your games are etc. Skyrim e.g. is less than 10 GB. So you’d need only 30 to 40 GB probably.

But then it doesn’t work

The reason I said this is dodgy is because it’ll probably fail. You’ll see this amazingly descript error probably like me and my friends did:

It took me days to figure out how to fix it. But it comes down to this: (1) free up space on your drive and (2) if it has disk errors or not. Aim to get about 50% free space. For me that was insane because I have a 1TB drive, with 100 GB free, so I had to free up another 400 GB. It helps to just put stuff on an external hard drive while you’re setting up Boot Camp, you can put it back after.

The non-blue stuff on Macintosh HD is my free space, not enough obviously. Make sure you get about 50% free space on your drive. So if you have 256 GB drive, get 125 GB free. At 500 GB, 250 GB free. At 1 TB, 500 GB free. You get it.

Now fix those errors

Even after clearing all that space, Boot Camp will probably still whine and fail again, like it did for me.

That’s because it’ll run into some weird errors on your drive. Those weird errors are because off, well, I have no fucking clue. But they’re there. How to fix this? Well you open Disk Utility.

Click “Verify Disk” and it’ll check your disk. This might take awhile. I got this crazy scary error. If you didn’t get that and it’s verified, then just skip this part.

I was like “wait WHAT? NO!”. My SSD drive was broken? Why did nobody tell me! I rebooted into Recovery Mode (reboot and hold CMD+R). There I opened Disk Utility in there to verify my disk. If your disk is encrypted like mine, you need to unlock it first by right-clicking the disk, selecting Unlock and entering your password.

Then I verified it again, repaired everything and it worked fine. There were no errors. Odd right? Who cares! Because after this it worked. I rebooted into normal OSX mode and started Boot Camp Assistant again. This time I only selected the last checkbox:

Let’s try again

There we go, partition it:

After partitioning, Boot Camp Assistant automatically restarts. And then BAM!

Now Windows doesn’t like our partitions

Yay! It’s Windows! On a Mac! Don’t celebrate too early, because this is where hell starts.

See what that says? “Windows cannot be installed to Disk 0 Partition 3”. Wait WHAT? WHY! Boot Camp was supposed to fix this shit, right? I was supposed to not do anything and Boot Camp would put all the files in the right place, to make it work on Mac, right?

NOPE!

Then you press Format on that partition. And it seems to work but no it doesn’t because it says:

“The selected disk of the GPT partition style”

COME ON!

What does it take for a (wo)man to get a Windows around here?

Well, a lot. After hours of Googling, I figured it out.

You need to reboot back into OSX. Exit the installation. Then hold ALT/OPTION and select Macintosh HD to boot to. Then go back to Disk Utility:

Select your BOOTCAMP partition and go to the Erase tab, then under Format select ExFAT and click Erase. Make sure you’re erasing the correct partition (BOOTCAMP not Macintosh HD).

After that reboot your MacBook into Windows by rebooting and holding the ALT/OPTION key and selecting your USB stick (I think it’s called EFI). It’ll load the Windows install again.

Try selecting the BOOTCAMP partition in the Windows installation again, you can recognize it by the size you made it. For me that was 100 GB (it showed as I think 86 GB). If it still gives an error, go last resort. Remove the BOOTCAMP partition within the Windows installation by clicking Delete.

Then add a new partition by clicking New:

Try installing it on that partition. If that still doesn’t work, you’re out of luck, cause I have no idea either.

And then…it works

You’ll see this.

The problem is that there’s a good chance the Boot Camp drivers for Windows to understand your MacBook (e.g. use WiFi, sound, etc.) aren’t installed. Luckily they’re on your USB stick. In the Start Screen go to search and type File Explorer. Then try to fin your USB stick. Open the Boot Camp folder and find an Install app, open it and let it run. It’ll probably reboot.

Now with all your drivers installed, most of the stuff on your MacBook will work on Windows now. My friend has some problems with the Bluetooth keyboard, but that was an unofficial keyboard. My Apple one worked perfectly. As did my Logitech wireless mouse.

Now let’s make Windows suck less

Okay, so Windows 8 is obviously the worst interface any person has come across. Like Windows 8 itself actually feels pretty solid, if you get out of that insane box square maze mayhem they call the Start Menu now. It’s insane. Who runs this company? So incredibly stupid to do this. My dad just switched to OSX because he couldn’t understand this Start Screen. Biggest fail of the century.

We have no choice though. We want to play games! So to get your start menu (from old times) back, install Classic Shell.

Then set this image as the start button in preferences:

Yay! Now to disable that stupid Start Screen, right-click on the Task Bar, then click Properties, then click the Navigation tab, then check “When I sign in or close all apps on a screen, go to the desktop instead of Start”, uncheck “When I point to the upper-right corner, show the charms”.

Now install Steam

I’ll let you do this as it’s pretty easy. Go to Steam and the top right click Install Steam.

Then search for GTA V. Click Download.

Here’s the problem, GTA V is 65 GB and that will take awhile. You obviously don’t want to be stuck for hours in Windows. The trick here is to install Parallels in OSX (if you haven’t already). Reboot to OSX (hold ALT/OPTION and select Macintosh HD) and set Parallels up so it uses the Boot Camp partition. Open Parallels, select Boot Camp on the right and follow the instructions:

After installing, try playing GTA V. Customize the graphic settings a bit. You can’t play it on super high settings, but you can go pretty far on a MacBook Pro 15″. Like I said, it has an actually really powerful graphics card, so it can run GTA V fine.

Yay!

Now you can use your Boot Camp partition within OSX with Parallels to download games/software and continue working. Then when it’s finished, reboot to Windows and play your PC games.

It took me awhile to get back into playing games when I did all of this. I mean, it’s like it has to compete with reality, which is already insane for me, and so GTA V felt somewhat “fake” to me for days, until I accepted it was a game, and nothing I did in there would be an actual accomplishment. See, that’s what startup life psychology does to you. And on a serious note, that’s why we should all play more games. Because it helps you get out of your filter bubble.

Going outside to walk your dog? Naaaaaah, why would you! There’s GTA V!

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Furthermore, the version of the game that is put up for free is the GTA 5’s Premium Edition – this includes the full storyline from the game plus Grand Theft Auto Online in addition to all currently existing in-game upgrades and bonus content. To top it all, users would also get the “Criminal Enterprise Starter Pack” that comes with even more content as well as 1,000,000 $ bonus in-game money for online play.

All you need in order to grab the GTA V for free is a working PC or Mac (of course, one that could run this rather resource-intensive game), an Epic Games Launcher, and an Epic Games account. However, one thing we must note here is that users would have to have enabled two-factor authentication on their accounts in order to be permitted to get the game for free.

Can you run GTA V on Mac?

The short answer is yes. If you have already set up you Mac to play PC games then just go ahead and take advantage of the Full free Version of GTA V. If not, you will need to install Boot Camp, create a virtual Machine and afterwards install the game.

How to play gta v on mac without bootcamp?

Performance wise it would be unpractical using other methods. The performance decrease would make the game unplayable. However if you are using one of the latest high performance macs on the market you can give Wineskin a shot. Setting up a Virtual machine would make much sense either.

Install GTA 5 on Mac with bootcamp

Before attempting to install boot camp we recommend checking your macs specifications and cross referencing them with those recommend to run GTA 5. Next, you will need a program called Boot Camp. With Boot Camp, you can install a version of Windows 10 which is compatible with GTA 5. Here are the steps for installing Windows 10 on a Mac using Boot Camp:

Download Windows 10 ISO onto your mac

Configure Boot Camp Assistant

Go to Finder > Applications > Utilities > Boot Camp Assistant

Open the program and click continue

Select the Windows 10 ISO

Choose somewhere around 100GB of space

Install the Windows 10 ISO and configure Windows

Install recommended drivers after booting up the Windows partition

If you are running Mac OS Cataline 10.15 we recommend watching this YouTube video to make sure you are not missing out on any of the steps.

Playing GTA V on Mac

Although ac computers aren’t specifically designed as gaming machines, it is still possible to play games in them. However, if you want to run GTA V on a Mac, you will first need to install Windows 7 or higher. We highly recommend installing windows 10 on your Mac even with the latest version of Mac OS 10.15.5 via something called Windows Boot Camp (official instructions from Apple on how to set this up) using the instructions above. Also, note that, in order to run the game on your Mac, you will also need at least 65 GB of free space and your machine would have to meet/exceed the minimum system requirements for the game.

Downloading GTA V for mac

Please remember to download the game on the windows version via Boot Camp. The Epic game launcher itself is not compatible with Mac OS.

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Recommended Specs To run GTA V On Mac

Processor

Intel Core i5 3470 @ 3.2GHZ (4 CPUs) / AMD X8 FX-8350 @ 4GHZ (8 CPUs)

Memory

8 GB RAM

Video Card

NVIDIA GTX 660 2GB / AMD HD7870 2GB

HDD

Space90 GB available space

Use Geforce Now to play GTA on Mac

A number of users on the Geforce forums have been reporting that Grand Theft Auto 5 has been removed from the NVIDIA Geforce Now library of games. Many people used to play GTA on Geforce Now but the game isn’t available anymore. Initially, the rumors were that the reason for the game’s take-down was an update or some problem with the contract, but it seems that Rockstar has got a deal with Google for Stadia and Geforce Now yanked GTA because of that.

Use Stadia to play GTA on Mac

The good news is that the fans of Grand Theft Auto 5 might be able to see it arriving soon in Stadia Edition. A Rockstar Mag tweet indicated that the game can be released earlier than expected. According to the leak, players using Google Stadia seem to be shortly able to enjoy the game. However, the tweet did not have a source or any timeline for the game’s release. That’s why many fans already anticipate an update that will reveal when they should be able to play the ported title.

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At the moment, the game persists in gaming charts, and, hence, bringing it to more playing platforms is financially meaningful for all interested parties.

Grand Theft Auto 5 also gives fans a lot of content and the players in Stadia would surely enjoy the well-regarded title in their gaming collection. It remains to be seen if this game would contribute to improving Stadia’s revenue, although this depends a lot on the continuing success and popularity of GTA 5.

Grand Theft Auto 5 can currently be played on PCs, PlayStation 4, and Xbox One, with PlayStation 5 and the Xbox Series X scheduled to be launched in late 2021.

Running GTA on Apple silicon

For the time being m1 chips cannot run windows with Boot Camp. The fundamental reason is that the two operating systems now run on totally different architecture. Where as intel chips on Mac were capable of running Windows 10 this would be nearly impossible to achieve with all new Macs with apple silicon

Massive Epic Game Store crash due to a traffic spikeon release date

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As soon as Epic Games Store’s official Twitter account announced that the game they will be made available for free would indeed be GTA V, understandably, a huge number of users seem to have rushed to the Store in anticipation of the free release of the title. This, however, seems to have caused a massive crash on the Epic Games servers that lasted for hours. The Epic Games team addressed this issue on their Twitter page, expressing their apologies and assuring their customers that they are working on resolving the issue. At the moment of writing this post, the server problems at Epic Games Store seem to have been resolved and people could now once again log in with their accounts and claim the Premium Edition of the acclaimed Rockstar game.

This is not the first time Epic Games Store has made such free game giveaways. Ever since the store was launched in December 2018, they have been occasionally making games free for a temporary amount of time and according to a statement from the company made in January, they intend to keep doing throughout the whole 2020.

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Swipe Right for Drunk Sexual Innuendo 

Pairing: Chris Kendall/Reader Wordcount: 1.9k Rating: Alcohol, sexy words Warning: This fic contains sexual flirting which some audiences may find cringe-inducing and uncomfortable. Read at your own risk. 

Request/Prompt: they met on tinder, and that night when they matched they both had something to drink and their tipsyness led to them being flirty etc and when they met they're super awks with each other but in a v cute way

A/N: Request a fic prompt here. Y/N means Your Name. 

He's hot. The first thing you notice is that he's hot, then again, that's the first thing anyone notices on the perverse dating app. You'd downloaded it initially because you were curious to see how many people would find you attractive, but now you're three days and twenty matches in. Except, the innocent smile looking at you from the screen, and brown floppy hair, makes him stand out from the others. And he's probably the only guy you'd make an effort into continuing a conversation with. The rest of his photos confirm that idea. In one he's wearing sunglasses, strands of hair sticking to his forehead and mouth open in a crying face. Such a dork. You giggle, and blame the wine you'd started drinking an hour ago. But the next photo has your mouth agape in shock, because wow. He's wearing a red and black checked shirt ripped at the shoulders, punk aesthetic changing him from cute to undeniably sexy. The last is a bathroom shot. His green lantern t-shirt is hitched up to reveal a slither of skin, and his hair looks like it needs your hands buried in it.

NAME:

Chris Kendall, 27

BIO:

About Chris Northern but not gross northern like Cheryl Cole Raving bisexual 6ft 2- perfect big spoon Tries his best but has lazy syndrome Winner of beauty contest in monopoly Best hair where he works (the internet) Very lonely Terrible comedian, slightly worse actor Entertains people for a living

***** "Made 50 Shades of Grey seem as tame as the teletubbies." -Anonymous tinder woman ***** "His tongue is as talented as his mouth is wide." -Anonymous tinder male *"Stop asking me for reviews you weirdo." -Anonymous tinder female ***** "So sweet, everything a man should be." -Chris's mum

What a sweetheart. His bio shows that he's both adorable, and funny, and okay really hot. Still. Proving that you're a great judge of character once you see a persons face. Without hesitating, you swipe right. Instantly the screen changes. It's a match! You either have a really depressing life, or you really like him, because the match makes you grin so much it hurts. Before you construct a perfect first message, you grab the wine bottle (because glasses are for people who like washing up) and take a long gulp. Okay, the perfect message. Drunk you has no inhibitions or awareness or tact. So you send You can entertain me anytime ;) Because you're very, very, classy. While you wait for him to reply, you consider replying to some of the other people who've messaged you. It hasn't really gotten past the 'hey' 'hi' stage, and you're never as forward as you are tonight. Alcohol speeds everything up. As you're about to try to start something vaguely interesting with a 25yr old medical student, Chris replies. You almost have a heart attack, smile returning to your face.

Entertain you how?

Cryptic. He clearly wants the attention, so you give it to him.

I can think of a few things...

I bet you're so much cuter than your pictures, and you're 10/10 in those

And you look like a kinky fuck

We can explore your kinks together 

And like that you've spammed him for the very first time. Damn. You groan very lightly, because you still feel the familiar feelings of shame and embarrassment. More drinking is required. He's even quicker replying to those.

What kinks do you think I have?

My sexual prowess is ready for your enjoyment

You chuckle at the audacity of his question. And when you brain provides the perfect response the chuckle evolves into a full blown laugh.

Clearly a praise one. Want me to tell you you're a pretty boy Chris?

Do it. I'll trade you one, you're cute as fuck and I think you'd look good on my bed

Your eyebrows lift in shock, and you reposition yourself on your bed so you're more comfortable.

You're so hot my eyes burned looking at you, and I really want to see your bedroom ceiling

I wish I was the sun so I could go down on you every evening

You're swaying unconsciously as you type, and you have to concentrate on each word to make sure it's legible. Chris is actually adorable. You really need to meet him. ___

Hangovers never really affected you. Sure you'd feel groggy, and weak in the stomach, but never full blown migraines and nausea. The day after is no different. You wake up, and like most mornings, flail uncoordinatedly to find the phone typically resting on the floor. No such luck. With a ridiculous amount of effort, you sit up. Half lidded eyes flicker around the dully lit room, hands patting the covers suspiciously. And then, "Yes," As you find the rectangular device. Checking the time reveals it's 11am. Under that is a singular text rising above your usual notifications like a bad omen. The number is registered as 'assfucker'. The message cuts off halfway, so you unlock it to finish reading 'Are we still meeting at 12? I'm in the mood for pizza!'. And then, 'I don't usually meet people off tinder but we agreed to last night and I don't want to cancel'. Oh shit. Fuck. Mild hangover sure, but this has never happened before. You open tinder, heartbeat pounding uncomfortably in your chest. There's a long list of messages you'd been exchanging with this weird guy last night, the most recent being a plan to meet at Pizza Express for lunch. It's currently 11:40am. "Fuck. Ugh, fucking hell," You scramble out of bed, and rush to the bathroom to get ready. It doesn't even cross your mind to cancel. What if he's had to travel ages to meet you and he's almost there? Or, if he does really want to meet you and you disappoint him? That old fear of disappointment again. So, even though you don't have time to shower, or make coffee, and you're barely out of the house with your clothes on, you make it to the tube station with 5 minutes before you're suppose to meet. Even though the transport system is fast, direct, and efficient, the one thing it lacks is mobile service. Your head is itching with a far away headache by the time you finally get above ground. You send a quickly typed 'I'm going to be a bit late, I'm so sorry'. 'Ah good. I'll get us a table' he replies. You can't remember what he looks like. You're standing outside Pizza Express and you've just realised you don't remember what he looks like and you didn't check his profile before you came out to meet him, you were in too much of a rush. You're trying to use the WiFi to find his profile but it's loading so slowly, and before it loads someones feet are directly underneath your phone, right in your personal space. "I've heard if you stare really hard you can teleport inside of your phone," his voice is light and rounded with an ambiguous Northern tinge to it. You look up and wow, his hair is so fluffy, and he's practically seven foot off the ground. "What?" and why are you talking to me, you're cute, where is the guy I'm meeting. "Seriously? ...From last night?" Of course. Now that he's said where he's from, it's obvious that he's tinder guy. Except you still don't know what his name is, and he's leading you to your table and it's too late to ask him so... Fuck. "For you," He gestures towards your seat with a magicians flourish. You return the favour with his chair, "And for you." He grins, and his smile is so wide you get sucked in for a moment. You order your meals without a hitch, and the conversation flows naturally. "You're very cute in person," He compliments you, and a flushed pink smile takes over his face. "You should see me in animals," You reply, dry humour dry as ever. His eyebrows raise and for a second he looks unsure of how to respond. But he laughs, and you're safe. "You too, are attractive," You nod towards him. If the whole meal is this awkward and stunted you might have to find something totally normal to do to pass the time, like shed a napkin or drink a lot of tap water. "Two? Where's the other guy?" Oh god, he's awkward like you. He has a natural boyish charm and you're suddenly glad you decided to meet, because this is everything you've been missing. "Good question, I was expecting someone taller."

"I'm a grower honey, not a shower."

"Jesus Christ."

"You called?" "Duuude!" You exclaim, and he bursts into a fit of giggles. His laugh isn't even a laugh, not really. It's multiple giggles layered on top of each other, each one with different personalities but all sound cheerful. "So this is awkward but..." You trail off, not entirely sure how to say 'I don't remember your name and I need you to tell me cause maybe I want to keep seeing you' without sounding like a moron. But then it hits you. "... I saved your name in my phone wrong.. And, well, here, can you change it please," You hand over the offending item, where he's labelled 'assfucker', and hope he isn't offended. He frowns at the screen, and it's adorable. Everything he does is adorable. "No, you saved it correctly," His frown lines grow deeper and he goes, "Hang on, you did get something wrong." When he gives the phone back to you, you check the contact name. Under Name, and where business is, he's typed out 'fucker of asses'. Complete it is, Assfucker, fucker of asses. "Nice. Real classy."

"I aim to please."

"Oh a line from a bdsm film? So that's what you're into."

"I'm into you."

"Not yet you aren't," You wink jokingly but his expression changes like he's taking you serious. Ahh, abort. You aren't capable of flirting in real life, only on phones to anonymous people. Except he's not anonymous anymore. Before he makes things worse you admit the truth, "I've forgotten your name okay?" "y/n! How could you do that to me? After everything we've been through? You tell me something like that?" You roll your eyes but you're laughing and he looks so pleased with himself. Smug bastard. "Dude, just tell me." "Or what?" He raises one eyebrow perfectly. "Tell me, you asshole." He sticks out one hand in the middle of the table, "Hi, I'm Chris," you laugh and take his hand, shaking it like you're becoming business partners. Some kind of partners. "Nice to meet you Chris."

"You bet your ass it is."

"My ass is not on the line."

"I wish it was." The weird flirty defensive conversation continues for the rest of the meal. And at the end, after you've splitting the bill in half and you're saying goodbye, he hands you the cheque. "Read it when I'm not here."

"Sure."

"I'll text you."

"Or I will."

"I'll miss you."

"I'd miss me too."

"y/n."

"Chris."

"Do I get a hug?"

"C'mere," He's six foot of pure warmth and you feel comfortable in his embrace immediately. He smells so good, and you're slightly sad when he pulls away, and walks down the street in the opposite direction to you. You wait for him to turn the corner before you open the cheque. He's written something on it in scratchy restaurant pencil that he grabbed from who knows where. 'Next date, your ass is on the line. And I will win it'