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shouyuus · 3 months ago

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─── ハイキュー!! SUNDRESS SEASON

kenma, tsukki, kageyama, hinata; 2,321 words; highly suggestive, fluff, no "y/n", slightly sadistic!tsukki, gamer!kenma, jealous!kageyama, needy!hinata

summary: sundress by a$ap rocky plays loudly in the back

a/n: this wasn't supposed to be horny but then tsukki happened....

─── 研磨 KENMA

he’d never been against the idea of you becoming a streamer, even though some of his friends (kuroo, mostly) had objected with the fact that “you know you’re gonna have to beat off weird dudes on the internet thirsting over your girlfriend, right?” to which kenma’s response had been a nonchalant shrug, followed by a series of expertly aimed button-mashes.

“we’ll get mods for her chat,” he’d said, “it’ll be fine. plus, she’s not doing gaming stuff, she’s just gonna like talk about her day and stuff.”

kuroo’s exasperation was tangible, even though the voice call.

“right, yeah, that’s so much better.”

but now, kenma thinks, kuroo might’ve been onto something.

“yo ken, flash—” someone says. kenma jerks, yanking his eyes away from a small window of your stream, pulled up on one of his dozen or so screens, where you’re currently doing what you’d called a “summer haul” stream, popping in and out of the bathroom in your room, trying on dresses for your subscribers.

“and this one is one of my absolute favs,” you say, doing a twirl in front of your camera. kenma’s mouth goes dry — it’s a sundress, dotted in tiny little daisies, ruched at the waist, the thin straps tied in twin bows on your shoulders, the square neckline underlining the delicate curve of your collarbones.

“ken — the fuck —”

“sorry, one sec —” kenma rips off his headphones and mutes his stream, his video going dark.

a second later, on your stream, the door opens and kenma appears behind you, making you jump slightly as he loops a possessive arm around your middle.

“k-kozume! what’s up?” you blink, letting out a surprised laugh as he leans down to squint at your chat, nose crinkling at some of the comments flying across the screen.

“sorry, i forgot that we made reservations for dinner,” he says into your mic before ending the stream. you make an affronted noise, pouting.

“hey!”

kenma turns, his arm still tucked around your middle, and cocks his head.

“i don’t think you should stream anymore.”

“w-wait, what? kozume, where’s this coming from? you were so supportive of me streaming in the beginning —” you wave at your set up, “you even helped me with the rig.”

kenma frowns, not looking at you, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip as he sighs.

“i know but —” he cuts off, feeling a raw heat crawling up the back of his throat at the image of you on his screen, spinning in that sundress (the one you’re still wearing — god the fabric is so soft beneath his hands). he curls his fingers into the new material of your dress and drops his face into your shoulder.

“sorry, just —” he waves a hand vaguely at the setup, “this dress…” he manages, finally, still not looking up, “i saw you and…” he swallows around the lump in his throat.

you let out a tiny laugh, leaning back, your palms on his chest as you search his face.

“kozume… are you… jealous?”

kenma scowls, “no — i just don’t want my girlfriend prancing in a dress like this in front of a bunch of strangers on the internet.” the words tumble out of him, almost too fast to catch. he sucks in a long breath when he finishes, his eyes widening as he stumbles half a step back.

“a-ah — sorry — i don’t know where that —” he stutters, looking bewildered.

but you grin, looping your arms around his neck to pull him back. you tug him into a long, slow kiss, and you feel him soften against you, his thumbs drawing tiny circles just beneath the last rung of your ribs.

“how’s this — the next time i do a haul stream… you can get a preview of all the outfits and veto the ones you don’t want me wearing on stream.”

kenma crinkles his nose, bites back the urge to tell you that maybe he’ll just veto every single one. but the imploring look in your eyes is too sweet to deny. he sighs, nodding.

“fine,” he takes a step back as you reach for mouse to resume your stream; he pulls you back.

“we’re getting better mods for your chat.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes, “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, ‘zume.”

─── 月島 TSUKKI

“quit squirming.” tsukki swats at your hand as you try to tug at the hem of your dress. you whine, scowling down at him as the pair of you arrive at the top of the escalator and step off with the crowd.

“it feels weird —” you protest, but tsukki only tsks, his glasses flashing in the bright mall-interior lighting as he guides you by the small of your back towards the next store on your list.

“you were the one who wanted to come out shopping,” he says, his voice lilting into a sardonic tease. you sigh, feeling your cheeks prickle with heat as you feel another breeze between your legs.

“i — not like this!” you hiss as the pair of you duck into the clothing store, the bright lights flooding the colorful displays of summer outfits. you resist the urge to tug at the hem of your dress again, regretting every decision in your life that’s brought you to this moment, including the late-night purchase of the a-cursed sundress currently hugging your body.

tsukki wanders towards one of the meticulously set up displays and tugs at a shirt.

“this one’s cute.”

you frown at him. he cocks an eyebrow at you, watching for a solid three seconds before he drops the sleeve to the shirt, shrugging up a single shoulder.

“well, if you don’t like it —”

you hurry to his side, shuffling into one of the tighter aisles.

“it’s not that i don’t like it — i just —” you drop your voice, feeling your whole body burn as you press your legs. “i can’t believe you’re making me walk around without any panties on!”

tsukki’s smirk goes lopsided; his glasses flicker as he gently adjusts them up the bridge of his nose.

“like i said,” he heaves an exaggerated sigh, leaning down to back you up against a wardrobe full of pastel-colored croptops, “if you wanted to go prancing around outside in a dress like this… then i get to keep your panties.”

you chew on your lips, fidgeting with your fingers, heat roiling in your belly as tsukki leans back with what could only be called a sadistic shrug.

“kei,” you whine, but he only roll his eyes, unmoved. you sigh, deciding to change tact.

“what if someone sees?” you counter, to which tsukki only pins you with a deadpanned look.

“then let them see —” he leans down again, a hand coming up to brace against the shelf behind you, pinning you to the clothing rack. you let out a tiny squeak as his nose nearly brushes yours.

when he speaks, his voice is soft, sweet, smug and tantalizingly sadistic —

“then let them see… and they’ll have to live with the fact that they’ll never get to do anything else but a single look… cause this pretty little pussy’s mine, got it?”

─── 飛雄 TOBIO

the picnic had been your idea, so tobio tells himself as he leans patiently by the door with a large basket full of picnic-stuff — everything from chilled rose wine to finger sandwiches to strawberry tarts and just about a million other tiny, delicate, edible items.

“sorry, sorry —” you say, rushing out, putting in a pair of earrings as you stumble into the hallway by the door, “i couldn’t decide what to wear but i remembered that i got this a few months ago when it was still too cold to wear outside —”

tobio looks up, and the rest of your words fade out into a strange, muted silence as his head fills with a white-noise buzzing. he sees your mouth moving, the waterfall of your hair as you flip it over your bare shoulder, but the thing that catches in his chest like a loose thread around a chain-link fence is the dress —

and sweet god, what a dress —

dotted in tiny red strawberries, the hem frilled with a rim of delicate lace, the pleats pooling out from the scrunch around your waist, accentuating the flair of your hips.

he swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry.

“— ready to go?” your voice fades back in as if someone had suddenly turned the volume back on as tobio shakes his head, feeling not unlike a wet dog, ridding his ears of water.

“no.”

you blink, “huh?”

tobio frowns, his eyes flickering back down to your dress, where it lingers on the neckline, the soft, stomach-clenching rise of your chest, the pendant necklace he’d gotten you for your anniversary two years ago sitting pillowed between the dip of your tits.

“not this one,” he says, shaking his head.

you stare up at him, your mouth slightly open.

“not… this one… of what?” you ask, clearly confused.

tobio grabs your hand then, tugging you back down the hallway towards your bedroom.

“t-tobio!” you yelp as he jerks you into the room, pulling open the door to the walk-in closet, “w-what’s going on?”

tobio huffs, whirling around to wave vaguely at you with an exasperated hand.

“you! i — we can’t go out like this!”

your eyebrows shoot up as you look between him and the dress on your body, a dull, pulsing heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“w-wha — i — i thought you’d like this dress — i picked it just for **—”

“i just… don’t want anyone else to see,” he says, his shoulder shrugging up and for a moment, he doesn’t look like an international sports star, for a moment, he looks like the awkward boy who’d stood outside the gym and asked you to be his girlfriend who knows how many years ago.

you let out a breathy laugh, looking down at your dress.

“so… i take it you like the dress?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice.

tobio sighs, closing the space between you as he tugs you to him, his large hands circling your waist as you press your palms to his chest.

“i love it… and i’ll be damned if i let anyone else see you in it but me.”

─── 翔陽 SHOUYOU

you’ve always loved shopping with shouyou, because who could ask for a better hype man? and for his part, he loves shopping with you, because who could ask for a better model?

you’d already been to a good handful of stores, and shouyou’s admittedly muscular forearms are slowly starting to run out of real estate.

“alright — you ready?” you call from behind the changing room doors.

“yep!” shouyou’s voice answers, bright as sunlight.

you giggle, pushing open the door and stepping out in front of him. he’s sitting on a large couch, surrounded by the proof of your very successful shopping trip.

you tug on the hem of your dress, shifting from one leg to the next, feeling a familiar heat creep up your chest as you watch him look you over with molten-honey eyes.

“so… what do you think?”

“whoa…” shouyou gulps as you do a twirl for him, a dull humming settling behind his ears as the lace-hemmed dress flairs up, showing more of smooth, buttermilk thighs. he clears his throat and sits up just a bit straighter, “it’s — really nice — i mean — you look so good,” he says, though he’s not sure if he’s doing a good enough job of impressing upon you just how fantastic you look in the sundress.

you still look doubtful, looking down at the thin material of the dress, the cute little pleats, the tiny tangerine pattern.

“yeah?” you ask, turning towards the full length and looking yourself over, twisting this way and that.

shouyou fights down a groan as you roll up onto your tiptoes and he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as the edge of the dress kicks up.

“yeah — holy shit —” he swears, clearing his throat, suddenly feeling very, very warm for reasons he doesn’t really want to go into.

“so…” you trail off, turning back towards him, a silent question in your eyes.

shouyou quirks a grin before calling for a shop clerk and handing over one of his cards.

“oh! you didn’t have to —” you cut off as the clerk bows and takes his card to the checkout. shouyou coughs into fist as the clerk returns with the receipt. he signs without so much as glancing at the final number.

“it’s a pretty dress,” he says, even as he gently guides you back into the spacious changing rooms. you squeak as he squeezes in behind you, locking the door with a sharp click.

“sh-shou! what’re you —” you let out a bitten-off moan as he drops to his knees, his eyes blown dark and lightless, his warm, callused hands flipping up the hem of your newly purchased sundress, his touch nothing short of reverent.

“you just look so good,” he says, his voice debauched as he tugs down your panties, “i — c-can’t i just —” he breaks off as your breath hitches, your back hitting the floor-length mirror. you press the back of your hand to your mouth as his fingers inch up the back of your thighs.

“shou — please —”

“mm… you can be quiet for me, right? god, you’re so pretty — just lemme make you feel just as good as you look in this sundress, yeah?”

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milkteabies · 5 months ago

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Streaming video games w/ Kenma

a/n: this is supposed to be like friends to lovers coded ok, stay w me on this, and there’s some mutual pining, and it’s steamer Kenma, alright, and also female reader

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“You’re really bad at this.” You snicker, sitting in the background off to the side of Kenma’s stream, messing around on your phone as Kenma debuts the game he just got.

“No backseat gaming.” He mumbles, eyes not leaving the screen as he continues to strategically mash the buttons of his controller, taking hit after hit from the boss.

You snicker again at the statement, heaving yourself up from your designated comfy seat in his streaming room, pocketing your phone in the loosely zipped up ‘Kodzuken’ jacket you worse. You stroll over to stand behind his chair, leaning against it to watch his screen as well, the flashes from his attacks reflecting across the matching blue light glasses you both wore.

Eyes glancing over to his second monitor, you see thousands of messages suddenly fly past as his chat greets you, excited to actually see you in frame

“Yes, hi chat. I’ve been here the whole time if you just got here. It’s been�� 3 hours since I’ve last been fed.” You giggle as messages of admonishment sprinkle through the comments, causing Kenma to elbow your hip closest to his chair. “Do you see this, chat? This is how he treats me.”

“Quit lying to them, they’re gonna start sounding like children of divorce.” He huffs, shoulders finally relaxing when he dies to the boss again.

“Can’t believe you’d reveal the divorce like that.” You start, pointing to the screen. “Also can’t believe you’d claim to be a pro gamer when you’ve died 4 times now to the same boss.”

Kenma leans back in his chair to look up at you, exasperatedly. “You try if you think I’m so bad.” He says, holding the controller out to you.

Shaking your head, you take the still warmed plastic into your hand, sighing, “You know this isn’t gonna go well.”

Scooting back from his desk, he chuckles, “Should’ve thought about that before you started making comments. I’ll order some food while you fight for your life.”

“I’ll start crying on stream, right now.” You say, hunching over to see the screen, reloading the game at his last save just before the battle.

Kenma chuckles again, already scrolling on his phone, occasionally glancing at the monitors to make sure things are running smoothly. He scans across his video feed and he gets an eyeful of your chest, right on the screen.

Dropping his phone in his lap, he turns and quickly zips the hoodie up to your neck. “Ah! Quit it, you’re gonna mess me up!” You yelp, shouldering his hands off, eyes staying on the screen in the midst of battle, quite literally fighting for your life.

“Yeah, yeah, quit flashing my chat.” He feigns nonchalance, scrolling through the chat to delete any weird comments and ban any especially weird people with his mods.

“Ain’t no one looking at that.” You snicker, furiously mashing every button possible to dodge each attack.

“They better not be.” He mumbles, going back to ordering food, thoroughly assured you weren’t accidentally exposing yourself.

The next few minutes are quiet, only broken by the creaking of the controller from how tightly you grip it, the gentle tapping of Kenma on his phone, and occasional donation announcements. Kenma finally finished ordering the food, knowing your favorites by heart, and he takes to watching your dodge, duck, and run strategy.

“You know you’ve got to actually hit him to win, right?” He chuckles, looking away from the screen to glance at your worried face instead.

“He’s scary, okay! I’m trying to, you know… learn his attack pattern.” You defend weakly, pouting at the screen when your character takes a heavy hit, scooting over to sit on the arm rest of Kenma’s chair to truly lock in.

Kenma hums in agreement, still watching your side profile, eyes tracing the furrow in your brow and the down turn of your lips. He watches as you absentmindedly shake the controller as you attempt to attack, smiling when a piece of hair falls from behind your ear which you huff and blow at, annoyedly.

He reaches over and tucks it carefully back for you, practically melting at the little ‘thank you’ and smile you give him, handing trailing down to hover over the small of your back.

He snaps out of his daze when a donation sounds with the message, “See the way he looks at her, he’s down bad fr y’all.” Deadpanning at his camera, he fails to fight the blush that spreads over his face as you cackle.

The chat spams with similar messages, various “clipped it”-‘s flashing by as you laugh so hard, you don’t even notice that you stayed still long enough to die to the boss. Giggling, you double over, unzipping your jacket again and leaning against Kenma’s shoulder as his face continues to burn. He refocuses when you lean too far and slip off the arm rest and right into his lap.

It causes another round of laughter from you as you press a hand to Kenma’s chest, almost keeling over and slipping to the floor if he didn’t wrap his arms around your waist.

The chat shoots by a mile-a-minute, full of keyboard smashed, messages of disappointment about their own lives, and jaded comments interspersed with overwhelming excitement about “sailing ships.”

Kenma hides his face into your hair, hands squeezing your waist in embarrassment as you chide the viewers, “C’mon guys, you can’t call him out like that.” You giggle, yelping when Kenma pinches at your side. “Hey! I’m trying to help you!” You huff, turning to face him, but he just hides his face into your neck instead.

You giggle at the feeling of his hair tickling your neck and smooth it back with a free hand, your other wrapping around his neck as you shift to sit more comfortably. “Sorry chat, he’s outta commission.”

Before you can say much more, Kenma’s phone vibrates with the notification of the foods arrival, which he takes as the perfect reason to call it a night. “Alright chat, we made pretty good progress in the game, and our food’s here, so I’ll end the stream here for tonight.” He slips into creator mode, and you offer a giggly goodbye as he ends the stream.

As soon as the video shuts off, you’re pulling out your phone to find the clip of the donation comment. But Kenma knows you, and knows what you’re going to find, and quickly wrestles your phone out of your hand, trapping your wrists in one hand while he holds your phone in the other, far away from you.

“Kenma!” You whine, wriggling in your spot. “I wasn’t doing nothing! You’re so mean.” You glower at him, more joke than anything as your jacket slips off your shoulder from the movement.

Kenma roles his eyes, stuffing your phone into his pocket as he almost presses your foreheads together, mumbling, “I could be meaner.”

Suddenly flustered, you lean back, turning your head away as you stammer, “The cameras are off now, you know, you don’t need to be going that far.”

“You think it’s a joke?” He murmurs, pulling you closer by your still captures wrists, his other hand reaching to cup your cheek.

“It…Isn’t it?”

“Never was.” He whispers, leaning forward to press his lips to your exposed shoulder, making you squeal at the contact.

You can feel Kenma smile against your skin as you squirm more. “You need to be serious with me right now, or I’m going to freak out.”

“I’ve been serious since we met in high school.”

You pull your wrists away from his now relenting grasp and press a hand the bottom half of your face, squealing into your palm. Kenma laughs at the sound, but you press your other hand against his face to block the view of your embarrassment.

Kenma opens his mouth, probably to offer some cheeky comment, but before he can say anything, you cup his cheeks and pull him in to press your lips together. Your eyes fall shut as you lean into him, his reaction buffering slightly before he takes the action in stride, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other splaying his palm in the middle of your upper back to press you as close as possible.

You hardly feel like you’re breathing with how much you’re focused on the feeling of how chapped yet soft Kenma’s lips are.

After what feels like an eternity of being lost in each other, you two finally part, breathing deeply with equally apparent flushes on your cheeks, be it from lack of air or an abundance of excitement.

Your thumb strokes his cheek tenderly as his arm reaches over your hips to pull you closer and higher on his lap. Kenma’s eyes are lidded as he gazes at you adoringly, leaning in again to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Before things can escalate again, you press a hand over his mouth, giggling when he kisses your palm instead. “Before we start again, I really am hungry.” You whisper.

Kenma groans as he wills himself up, leaving both of your phones on his desk, setting you to stand but keeping an arm around your waist to trail closely behind while you go to gather the food. He puts on a movie in the living room as you set up the food, and quickly pulls you back into his lap when you attempt to sit on the couch.

“You’re not going to eat?” You ask as you gather a few items onto your plate, already taking a bite.

“In a minute.” Kenma murmurs, cheek pressed against your shoulder as he curls around you, thoroughly content.

You two spend the rest of the night squished together on the couch, hardly leaving each other’s grasp as you fall asleep to some random movie on auto play. Unknown to either of you, both your phones have been absolutely blowing up with mentions as the clip of ‘calling Kenma out’ started trending all over the internet.

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a/n: this is probably wildly ooc, but it’s too cute ok, I’m a sucker for yearning and being down bad

#I’m like going insane fr #why can’t i find a man who’s hopelessly down bad for me #god pls #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #haikyuu kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction

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hypersaline · 7 months ago

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Tutorial: Editing the multi-road mod

Edit 2025-05-17: Also archived at Simblr.cc.

Here are instructions for adding new tile types to the existing multi-road mod. This tutorial is applicable to unique tiles like a partly-dirt/partly-asphalt intersection, but it's equally applicable if you want to add a tertiary or quaternary road type.

However, please keep in mind that if you don't need extra tile types but only want a different kind of secondary road (like asphalt and dirt instead of asphalt and asphalt-with-sidewalks), you can skip all of this and just replace the textures inside the Textures.package file.

First things first: make sure you have textures for the new kind of tile. You'll need five versions of it, three solid (heavy/light/no snow) and two semitransparent (snowy/clear). If you open up the Textures.package file and look at the Texture Images already present, you can use existing road pieces as templates. I've uploaded what I could find of the textures I made for dirt/asphalt intersections here at SFS, but it doesn't look like I finished them; feel free to use what's there if it's helpful. (Edit: whoops, forgot to say this originally, but those textures are mashed-up versions of ones by @nimitwinklesims and @criquette-was-here.)

Second: you need a hexadecimal ID number for each new tile type. The best way to do it is to take the vanilla tile IDs (00000300, 00000f00, 00004b00, 00005700, and 00020700) and change the third digit of each one while keeping the type the same (like using 00400300 for a dead end, 00400f00 for a straight piece, etc.). In this case, I used 00205700 for a T-intersection. Be aware that the ID number will sometimes need to end with zero and sometimes with four.

When you're ready to start, open up the Textures.package file from the multi-road mod.

Inside the Textures.package file, click on one of the two Maxis Material Shader files in the list. You need the one that says "Shaders for lot skirt" near the top.

Once you've got that open, you'll need to scroll all the way down to the bottom and find the Temperate entries that look like this:

create LotSkirtRoadMaterialInstance(lotSkirtRoad_Temperate_00205700 lotskirtroad_temperate_00205704)

...and copy and paste that whole line at the end of it.

Then hit the little blue "commit" at the bottom right.

Next, open up the one that says "Predefined neighborhood materials" near the top, and scroll down to the end of it. The version of the mod currently up on SFS already has a line for '00205700' in it - looks like I forgot to delete that (and several others, whoops). If it weren't there, you'd paste this line in and commit:

create NHoodRoadMaterial(neighborhood-roads-Temperate-00205700 Temperate_roads_00205704)

After that, look at the Texture Image files. Go down the list one-by-one. You should find five with the number "00105704" in their names. Each time you find one, right-click on its name and choose Clone.

The five clones will be italicized in the list. For each one, click to open it, go to the Filename box and replace the "00105704" with "00205704", then click the little blue "fix TGI" just below it. Then click the "Commit" button in the top right.

Click away to another resource and come back; this is just to make SimPE reload it. Right-click on the texture box and choose "Build DXT...". (If it's greyed out, SimPE can't find the Nvidia DDS Utilities on your computer, and you'll need to go install them and/or point SimPE to them.)

Click on the little blue "open" link and browse to the texture you created. Don't change any of the options, just open the image and hit "Build." Once the DDS tool is done doing its thing and you can see that your new texture has been imported, hit the "Commit" button again.

When you've done all of them, save the package and close. Now you'll be set up for the previous tutorial that directs your neighborhood to actually use the new tiles. You'll just be changing the ID numbers from "00005700" to "00205700" instead of "00105700" (or whatever).

#the sims 2 #ts2 tutorial #ts2cc #s2cc

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nekoyawn5 · 2 years ago

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Mods are asleep. *Gasp* Seliph Cookie in CRK⁉️⁉️/jk. Anyway, here are some details in progress for the artwork.

So first, I try to find the ingredients that perfectly match Seliph. Because his color palette is mostly dominant blue, I can only think about blueberry-based food or butterfly pea flowers. This one is limited because it only blue color matches and for drink like tea. So I chose it as a berry fruit cake instead.

The initial draft I made a while ago still looks very off and maybe a bit too detailed. The second sketch is simplified, and the face is adjusted to the bottom for a bit to make him more similar to the CRK style. Coloring the lineart is also a very important part of mimicking the artstyle like you noticed it, right?

Still not sure about the Ovenbreak one, though maybe later I might have to draw more for how his skill activation works. Is it going to be a button mash or dogdge kind of thing? If you have a suggestion or idea, feel free to say it! But for the pet, it is still sticking to the berry theme, but the items inspired by fe4 loot (e.g Paragon ring, and Valkyrie Staff).

Am I'm going to turn these into a series? If my mood back I would like to do other fe characters.

#seliph #fanart #artwork #cookie run #fire emblem #doodle #crossover #sorry very long text I'm being a nerd when describing like this #vibia_scribbles

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salsaseth · 11 months ago

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After hearing my friend, James bring it up in a call, we started watching Lily Orchard's video about Pokemon to see all the bad takes in it.

When she starts playing the DS games, she uses a mod to smooth out the aliasing and uncap the game's framerate to 60. And gah damn does it look fuckin bad. Even worse is during the 3D games where she uses another mod to smooth out the 3D models and it looks like peeled oranges. Unnaturally smooth. But it does get funny when she talks about the game running like garbage when she's fucked with the game's logic. Like no shit, it's running at a framerate it was never meant for.

Something really funny also begins in the DS games. I don't know why, but she replaces one of the starters with Ralts, cuz she's got some favoritism for Gardevoir. All well and good, but you know, Ralts is weak as shit until it learns confusion and it's still frail. So it gets its ass kicked all the way until it evolves into Gardevoir. But because of how much asskicking it receives, and I swear this is true, she suspects the game is artificially raising the strength of the enemy pokemon, as a way to explain for why's she losing.

Almost as if the game is designed to use a stronger than average pokemon to get you through the early game. ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) Still, I don't fully understand why she refuses to use the regular starters. Especially when you can catch Ralts and Kirlia for most of the games. save for black and white. Speaking of.

One takeaway I've had from listening to it is what she says is more revealing about herself than what is intentional. The most telling thing is when she's going off about the Black and White characters for speaking about their ideals and opinions. I mean, she mashes through that with the A button (VISUAL NOVEL HATER SPOTTED), so it's when she's paying attention. I don't know if she just doesn't know what the game is supposed to be going for, or if she's just purposefully ignorant for the sake of contrarianism, but the game's themes are about truth and ideals. The truth is out there, but the ideals we have shape our perspective of the truth. Even Cheren, who represents the truth, is still shaped his ideal. It's a little more deeper than, 'Characters excited that they all have opinions,' but what do i know?

She rails against these characters, N in particular for having opinions and speaking them out. Meanwhile in X&Y, which its cast and characters are there to mostly stroke the character's dick, she vastly praises and prefers these characters to the ones in B&W. Hmmm. Characters that have opinions and speak them out are hated, while those that don't and heap praise on her are loved. I wonder if this says anything about her?

The video gets pretty boring the longer it goes on. The hot take well starts drying up and it quickly becomes a bad screenshot let's play. "Then I did this, and then I did that!"

That's all I got to report. Besides the shoehorning in of lefty takes. I don't know if it's because she's not funny or if she wields everything with as much subtlety as anvil-nunchuks, but when there's an opportunity to make a joke with a leftist-slant, it's as heavy handed as a Titan's ballsack and as funny as stale bread. I'm a leftist bastard myself, but every time the jokes were shoehorned in, I'm like, "The funny? Where is it?!" Especially when it was about Looker and Nanu. I get not liking the police, but this isn't the time or place for it. Leave the jokes to the professionals. Like my friend Plate. Several unemployment jokes were made at Lily's expense, and each one was funnier than the last.

I'll report back if there's anything worth commenting on. Me and the friends got to the end of Sun and Moon, so we have SwSh and SV left.

And if you had time to read this 'post', Lily, I think you had time to 'post' your resume to get a job ;D ;D ;D

#lily orchard #for shits and giggles #leaving this in the tags #but i do wish lily wasn't such a terrible person #because some of the shit's she's got up to is fuckin vile #there's one moment in the vid where she mentions her sister #and because i'm in the know #my only comment was #that's not funny #oh well #i've talked your ear off long enough #in another universe #Lily Orchard would have the same bad takes #but would just be some normal person with bad opinions

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anarchopookie · 8 months ago

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Every time I try to mod Morrowind a few things happens:

I spend an entire day frantically searching and downloading cool mods to put into the game (1/3 of them I will not even use)

I get an headache trying to make all the mods work together and remembering how to use Wrye Mash (In between modding sessions there a like a minimum of 6 months)

I get a giant sense of dread that my saves will be corrupted like last time (I pressed the wrong button on OpenMW and lost my longest Morrowind playthrought)

I get an incredible sense of euphoria when it finally works and party like an animal

I play for 4 hours before the ChronicDepressionTM hits like a train and I can't enjoy enything anymore

Months pass, Repeat the cycle

#morrowind #the elder scrolls #modding #video games #morrowind mods

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samgosingo · 6 days ago

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📓 SamGoSingO Journals - PizzaLauncher Chaos (Entry #7)

Written by R3ality_Bu1lder

Time: 1:11 PM Location: R3ality_Bu1lder’s VR Test Server (a.k.a. “The Lag Pit”) Status: Very confused. Mildly stuck in a vending machine.

🎮 MISSION: INVENT A PIZZA LAUNCHER

So, I had this absolutely brilliant, earth-shattering idea. What if I could shoot pizza at people? I mean, think about it: you're hungry, you're bored, BAM! A perfectly baked pepperoni pizza hits you right in the face. Functional and delicious. Also, potentially a great way to make friends or start pizza fights.

Naturally, I ran to my private VR test server — lovingly nicknamed The Lag Pit — to build the prototype. This server is definitely a work in progress; gravity acts like it’s on vacation half the time, and chairs sometimes scream when you sit on them (I still don't know why). It’s basically a virtual junkyard but with infinite potential.

I whipped up the PizzaLauncher™ v1.0 in record time, slapped on a random texture pack that I think was called “Spicy BattleZone 3” (don’t ask why, I picked it randomly), and hit launch.

I should’ve seen it coming when the launcher started making opera noises instead of pizza sounds.

🍕 ERROR 404: SANITY NOT FOUND

First launch: Instead of pizzas, it shot three angry pineapples and a trumpet. I repeat, a trumpet. Second launch: Things got weirder. It summoned a vending machine that screamed “I AM YOUR FATHER” at me and then crashed on top of my avatar.

I was trapped. The vending machine became sentient and started pestering me with expired energy drinks every time I tried to move. And to add insult to injury, it began charging me 999 Robux per can. I don’t even have that kind of Robux! I tried negotiating, but vending machines don’t do refunds.

Then the worst part: The pizza launcher fused with my headset’s tracking system. Now, my hands randomly morph into slices of garlic bread every seven seconds. Trying to wave at NPCs or talk to people in the server? Imagine someone waving two buttery garlic breadsticks at you mid-sentence. Awkward.

🤖 INCOMING HELP… KIND OF?

In desperation, I called Phantom Gerald. I was hoping for a rescue, but instead, I got him glitching through my call screaming, “WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN SAUCE?!” and then he just… hung up. Rude.

Then Classic Sam showed up, supposedly to help. Classic Sam has two modes: sarcastic and chaotic, and today was definitely chaotic. He started mashing every single button on my console. Before I could stop him, he triggered “Chaos Mode.” Suddenly, the whole server was flooded with flying spaghetti monsters. The biggest of them was Meatballius — a gigantic meatball monster with wings made of spaghetti noodles.

Meatballius challenged me to a VR rap battle. I’m not proud of this, but I lost. His rhymes were… saucy.

🔧 FINALLY ESCAPED... SORT OF

After what felt like hours of fighting, running, and rapping against Meatballius, I finally rewired the launcher to shoot breadsticks instead of pizza. Apparently, breadsticks short-circuited the vending machine, which gave me the chance to escape.

Freedom was sweet... until I logged back into the server today and realized I’m now permanently 60% marinara sauce. Literally. Every time I move, I leave a glowing trail of sauce behind me like some weird tomato ghost.

I tried everything to fix it:

Uninstalling mods (twice)

Resetting my avatar (three times)

Bribing Classic Sam with a slice of garlic bread (he still hasn’t forgiven me)

And even threatening to hack my own server (don’t ask, it didn’t end well)

Nothing works. The sauce is sentient. It whispers to me. Sometimes it hums Italian opera songs.

🍕 FINAL THOUGHTS

Note to self:

Never install sound packs named “Spicy BattleZone.”

Meatballius is now awkwardly on my VR friends list. We haven’t talked since the rap battle.

If a vending machine ever calls itself your father, just run. Don’t ask questions.

PizzaLauncher v2.0 will only launch calzones. Calzones don’t explode, I hope.

And seriously, I need to find a way to get rid of this sauce before I get banned for “excessive tomato presence.”

P.S.

If you see a trail of marinara sauce following me around NeoCity, please don’t slip. And if you want a free slice of digital pizza… maybe wait until I finish debugging this mess.

— R3ality_Bu1lder 🎮 Still slightly edible. Still coding. Still confused.

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