#How to Make Flappy Bird in Scratch

[paladinncleric]

Kitchen Capers.

Pairing(s): Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna and R's attempt at 'cooking'

Warning(s): fluff

Words: 1k+

A/N: Not a big fan of this, but kinda enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it!

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"Babe." Jenna poked my cheek as I concentrated on beating my highest score on Flappy Bird.

"What?" I said giving her a quarter of my attention.

"Babe." She poked my cheek again.

"Whaaat?"

"Babeeeee" She said as she repeatedly poked my cheek.

I groaned as I stared at the 'Game Over' on my screen just a few points away from my top score. I looked at her sitting beside me on the couch giving me her best innocent smile as I glared at her.

"Now what exactly do you need me for, Your Highness?"

She climbed up on my lap, straddling me, as she squished my cheeks together causing me to look like a duck, she repeatedly pecked my squished-up lips as I sat there with my arms crossed, which I eventually melted into cause who could resist her kisses? Certainly not me.

"Stop being cute and tell me what you want." I said as I caressed both her thighs exposed from her shorts while she caressed my neck, still in my lap.

"I was thinking we could make pasta to take to my mom's tonight."

"Okay...that sounds easy enough?"

"It's not."

"It's not?"

"I was thinking of making it from scratch..." Said Jenna trailing off absentmindedly playing with my shirt.

"Oh like not the store-bought kind?" I asked and she nodded.

"Well...can you?"

See, after recently moving in together we realized neither of us are all that big into cooking, with me lacking the skill and Jenna's career keeping her away most of the time. So, I've taken up some cooking classes to at least be able to feed both of us. But it's only been like a week so my skills are nowhere near good enough, I don't wanna accidentally poison someone. That's why we've been striving off of takeouts and dinners in her parent's place every once in a while.

Which is also why we've been invited to her family's house tonight for dinner, and Jenna being Jenna was determined to show them that she's capable of living alone without their help.

"Of course I can, I've watched my mom make it a hundred times." She said as she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

I chuckled and said to her, "Babe I'm sure you're aware that there's a difference between watching someone make it and making it yourself."

She stared at me annoyed, "Obviously, but how hard can it be right? I'm pretty sure I know all the stuff that goes in there."

"Are you actually sure? Cause we can call your mom an-"

"No! I want to do it all by myself and without her help for once."

I sighed at her stubbornness and said with my eyes narrowed "If I die tonight because of your food, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life."

"Wouldn't want it any other way, baby." She said with a chuckle and a quick kiss to my cheek and got up from my lap already on her way to the kitchen.

I sighed as I fall back on the couch and I pulled out my phone again to try and beat my score for the 5th time, but as soon as I got comfortable Jenna's voice boomed through the house.

"GET YOUR ASS IN THE KITCHEN Y/L/N, I WON'T SAY IT TWICE."

I groaned as I got up and made my way to the kitchen with slumped shoulders and mumbled a quiet "Yes mom."

Jenna immediately turned towards me again and asked with a glare "What was that?" Making it clear she heard me.

"Nothing." I said avoiding eye contact with her.

"That's what I thought. Now, get to work." She said then went back to taking out all the ingredients, which I followed to do after dramatically groaning.

**********

"Uh babe are you sure we added the right things?" I said as I looked at her trying to massage the watery dough.

"I mean, yeah, I'm pretty sure." She said with furrowed eyebrows and flour covering almost every inch of her face. I chuckled as I took a towel and turned her face towards me as I gently cleaned her face. After I was done, I gave her a kiss on her nose as she smiled at me softly and I smiled back.

"Thanks." She whispered.

I caressed her cheek with my hands as I replied, "You're welcome, gorgeous." She kissed my chin then went back to her work.

I watched her struggle for 10 more minutes as I say, " Uh we can check google if you want?"

"No! Nope! I said I'm not taking any help tonight. I'll figure it out myself." Jenna's stubborn ass said.

I sighed as I leaned back against the counter knowing it's gonna take a while. I would try and help her normally, but in these situations I'm even worse than her.

I watched her for a while, now with an hour and a half till we need to leave. When finally, she groaned and pushed away from the dough. She turned around almost into tears. I open my arms for her as she stumbles into it, her holding the back my shirt as I rub her back while trying not to instinctually move away from the wet dough smearing on my shirt from her hands.

"I really thought *sniffle* I could do this."

"Hey it's ok babe, don't be sad. I can totally become the perfect housewife/trophy wife for you after I'm done with my course. I mean, c'mon, at that point I'll almost be a professional chef."

"Shut up." She said with a giggle as she backed away from the hug and wiped under her eyes with her dough hands as she froze.

I saw her analyzing everything with wide eyes, to my dough-covered shirt, to her dough covered clothes from vigorous stirring of the dough, to her face now filled with dough to her hair and the kitchen floor covered in flour. Then finally, her eyes landed on the clock above my head which read exactly an hour left to leave.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she ran for the bathroom.

"Hey! I need to shower too!" I yelled after her.

"Join me!"

I smirked at that and was about to respond, when she said, "Without your unholy thoughts!"

I laughed to myself, as I quickly cleaned the floor and threw the dough away while trying not to touch it. After about 10 minutes I was done, as I stripped my clothes along the way to the bathroom and threw it on the floor of the laundry room.

I finally got in the shower, as I saw Jenna washing her hair butt naked. I smirked and went to slide my hands around her waist, when she abruptly turned around and said with narrowed eyes.

"Don't even think about it."

I threw my hands up in surrender as I exaggeratedly looked her up and down with a teasing smile on my face. She groaned and went back to showering as I joined her under the water.

**********

After showering, I wear some slightly baggy jeans with a button-up and my converse, while Jenna wears something similar too.

We both nod at each other with an approving smile, as we run towards the door with us already being 15 minutes late.

We enter their house with Nat standing and pointing at her watch at the entrance. We both sheepishly smile as I give her a quick hug and Jenna gives her a kiss on the cheek as we both move on to greet the rest of the family.

"So, how's everything going back home? Settling well?" Jenna's dad, Ed asked us after we all finally settled on the table for dinner.

"I'm sure they are, was probably too busy 'unpacking' to get here on time." Aliyah said while quoting 'unpacking' with her fingers.

I coughed as I picked up my glass to drink my water so I didn't have to reply, while Jenna subtly kicked her under the table. I saw Aliyah wince as I struggled to hold my chuckle in.

"Everything's going great Dad." Jenna clarified.

"Except." I said as Jenna's head snapped towards me as she threatened me with her eyes.

"Don't you dare."

"Her attempt at spaghetti ended up failing so bad, it was hard to distinguish the edible part."

Aliyah and her parents burst out laughing, Jenna glared at me and smacked my shoulder with her hand as I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You could have asked for my help mija.”

I saw Jenna’s shoulder slump and she pouted at the table.

“I know but I wanted to prove a point.” She grumbled as she shoved bread in her mouth.

“Yea you proved it very well.” Aliyah said sarcastically.

“I’m still proud of you for trying at least, God help me I don’t wanna step foot in a kitchen anytime soon.” I said exasperatedly.

“You ever plan on cooking?” Asked Aliyah.

“Of course but only when I have the assurance I can cook something decent and won’t burn the house down.”

“Take all the time you need, Y/N. At least in this way I get to see my daughter more often.” Said Ed taunting Jenna.

“Daaaaaad.” Whined Jenna

“What?” Said Ed laughing at his daughter as she sat pouting again.

“Okay that’s enough, let the poor girl eat.” Said Natalie as she shook her head smiling.

**********

I unlocked the door as Jenna stomped in and went straight to our room as I sighed at her child-like antics. How can a person be so poise and yet childish? Fuck if I know. I locked the door behind me as I approached our bedroom slowly dreading what I’d have to face. I get in the room to see her getting ready to wipe her makeup already in her sleeping clothes. I stood there staring at her through the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes caught mine as she raised her eyebrows at me as I squinted my eyes at her.

“Do you have something to say?” She asked.

“Uh no…do you?” I replied as I stared at her confused.

“No…?”

“Oh okay great!” I brightened up significantly as I thought she had forgiven me.

I happily walked to the bathroom. Did all the necessary things, emptied my stomach, changed clothes, brushed. I happily trudged back into my room to see Jenna taking up the whole bed and my pillow nowhere to be seen.

Uh oh.

“So uh dumb question but where’s my pillow?”

“Oh they’re on the couch.”

Well, shit.

“My I ask why…?”

She just stared at me blankly as she faced away from me. I sighed and groaned as I flopped on the bed, half on her and half on the bed.

“I’m sorryyyy, we just always joke about your culinary skills and I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“I told you I was trying to prove my independency to them, but you saying that proved the opposite.”

“Jen I’m pretty sure they know you’re independent, you literally travel country from country shooting films, most of the time alone.” I said as I looked at her quizzically.

“Well…yea but they were still reluctant with me moving in with you.” She countered back.

I laughed as I pull my head up to look at her and say “That’s because you’re their little girl and of course they’re gonna be sad and kinda worried about you moving out of their home for the first time.”

Jenna groaned as she put a pillow on top of her face and said “I knowww it’s just them being so, I don’t know, over-protective this way makes me feel like they don’t trust me with taking care of myself.”

“At the end of the day, they still let you right? focus on that. I think they let you ‘cause they know I’ll be here.” I said with a smug smile as Jenna rolled her eyes at the bullshit I just spewed.

“Also I think you’re parents think we’re like, some sort of, sex crazed people...oh my god is this why they were reluctant?” I said as I made a ‘mind blown’ face.

“No, of course not why would they think that?” Jenna said as she looked at me confused.

“Well with the way your mom makes sure we have weekly check-ups and your dad’s The, by the way very terrifying, ‘Talk’ he gave me I’m pretty sure they do.”

“Oh my god, shut up you’re being ridiculous.” Jenna said laughing as I smiled finally hearing it.

We laid there for a while, me half on her and half on the bed as she stroked my hair. After a while, she stops and says.

“I’m still mad at you though.”

“Oh please, woman you’re not fooling anyone.” I say as I get up to get my pillow back.

“Ugh you’re lucky you’re cute." She said and I responded with a 'duh' face.

"The lower half of my body is numb because of you asshole.” Jenna said as she wiggles her toes in my face as I stand in the doorway of our bedroom and smack her feet away.

“This is what it feels like being the bigger spoon most of the time, except it's the upper half, so now YOU deal with it.” I say as I quickly stick my tongue out and move out of the way as a pillow comes straight to the door. I stuck my head in again as I look at the pillow and her on the bed with deadpan eyes and say.

“Hahaha you miss-“ a pillow smacks against my face.

“Now go get your pillow and hurry up I’m tired.” Jenna said as she situated herself on the bed again.

“Yes ma’am.”

**********

“Does it actually feel bad to be the bigger spoon?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“But you just said.”

“I like it as long as you’re my little spoon.”

[fanfic-inator795]

Question: Do ghosts in the TGAMM's Ghost Realm know what memes are and, if so, what memes do you think they use?

We know that, according to the s1 finale, ghosts tend to get things (flip phones, Blockbuster, etc.) from the human realm when they 'die', although in at least two instances we see ghosts with smart phones (maybe they have the gen 1 version of the iPhone that still has Flappy Bird on it? *shrugs*)

Anyway, do you think the whole 'only get it when it dies' thing applies to memes as well?

Because I'm having a lot of fun imagining Scratch or one of the Jeoffs hanging out with Molly, Ollie, Libby, etc. when they're on their phone and - in an attempt to make them laugh - just breaking out an absolutely ANCIENT meme (not fully realizing just how old it is), leading to the kids just not knowing how to react at all, lol

[smallnetbusiness]

The Popularity of WTF Games 

The realm of these games is a strange enclave in the huge video game universe where the unexpected becomes the standard. Games that are so absurd that you'll be left wondering why and how they even exist will have you scratching your head. But exactly that is what intrigues me about them! Let's go on an exciting tour of some of the most perplexing video games ever made. Wtf games: A Quick Background These games are not a recent development. They have been around for nearly as long as the medium itself and are always pushing the boundaries of what we think a game should be. These games, which range from vintage arcade games to contemporary smartphone applications, have an amazing knack for surprising, perplexing, and sometimes even grating their players. The foundation for wtf games was laid in the early days of gaming, which included several games that pushed the envelope of what was considered normal. With the emergence of arcade culture in the late '70s and '80s, game designers often had to go outside the box to capture players and make their games stand out.  Games that dared to be unique began to appear during this time, some of which are still praised for their peculiar appeal. The wtf mentality was best captured in games like "Q*bert," with its isometric pyramids and strange animals, or "Frogger," where a basic job like crossing the road became into an epic trip full of dangers. WTF Game Characteristics Unpredictable Gameplay: The majority of wtf games aren't constrained by the norms of gameplay. They like being unpredictable. Unusual Graphics and Sounds: In this game, visual and aural components that could appear out of place in other games fit well in. Unique Goals: Forget about rescuing princesses or conquering universes; you can be required to do the most bizarre chores in these games. Consider the modern era where wtf games have become more popular thanks to internet gaming and smartphone platforms. Independent developers have been able to display their most outlandish concepts because of how simple it is to publish on stores like Steam or the App Store.  The ingenuity and daring of contemporary wtf games are best exemplified by titles like "Flappy Bird," which swept the globe by storm with its frustratingly basic gameplay, or "Hatoful Boyfriend," a pigeon dating simulator. The genre, if one could even call it that, is a tribute to how varied, constantly evolving, and frontier-pushing the game business is. Why do we adore (or despise) them? WTF games are popular because they may elicit powerful emotions. While some people consider them to be novelties, others find them to be refreshingly original. They undoubtedly provide a change from the standard gaming experience, however. WTF games are often considered a deviation from the formulaic storylines and gameplay of popular games and an adventure into the unknown. They act as a palate cleanser by giving gamers the ability to partake in activities they didn't even know they desired. These games' unpredictable nature and pure randomness may be therapeutic, resulting in fits of laughter or periods of perplexity.  On the other hand, some players find the absence of a defined structure or goals to be annoying, believing that these games were made more for shock value than for actual fun. Wtf games succeed in igniting discussions, debates, and shared experiences within the gaming community despite this gap, cemented their position in gaming culture. The 7 Weirdest WTF Games of All Time Untitled Goose Game: A game in which you take on the role of a cunning goose. And it's strangely rewarding, too! - Play the goat simulator to experience life in all its rambunctious magnificence. - You go across the world as a piece of bread in the slice-of-life game I Am Bread. - Who is your father? a baby and its father playing a risky game of hide and seek. - Simulate a shower with your dad: As strange as it may seem, it is exactly what the title implies. - Deliver parcels while battling otherworldly dangers and existential questions in Death Stranding. - Navigate through the difficulties of life as an octopus posing as a human father in Octodad. It's just as absurd as it seems! The Repercussions for the Gaming Industry WTF games opened the door for novel gameplay and storylines. Games may be more than simply ways to rack up points or complete grand objectives; they can also be a platform for expressing one's individuality. The Prospects for WTF Games The future of weird games is promising given the rising popularity of independent games and the platforms that promote them. We can only assume that they will get increasingly stranger as technology develops! Conclusion Wtf games go beyond being just curiosities in the gaming industry. They alter our perspectives, provide novel experiences, and even cause us to reflect on the very essence of games. They're here to stay, whether you adore them or don't understand the buzz. FAQs What qualities make a game wtf? A "wtf game" violates gaming conventions and provides a unique, sometimes surprising, gaming experience. Why would somebody engage in a wtf game? just for the novelty of it! They may be a lot of fun and provide a welcome change from standard games. Are wtf games always funny? No, not always. Many have a lighthearted undertone, while others may be somber or even philosophical. Are there wtf games available on popular gaming platforms? Yes, wtf games may be played on a variety of platforms, including computers, video game consoles, and mobile phones. WTF games: Are they a recent fad? In no way. Despite their current rise in popularity, wtf games have been around for years. Do these games have replay potential? Depending on the game, yes. Others may just be an occasional encounter, while others may give many results dependent on decisions. Read the full article

[rashmislearningplanet]

Chasing Game in Scratch ~ Learn Basic Scratch games with Orchids eLearning

Chasing Game in Scratch ~ Learn Basic Scratch games with Orchids eLearning

[sometimes-i-right]

Was digging through my notes and found this discarded scene from Mand’alor bal Kaysh Vod’ika. Obi-Wan’s verd’goten was originally a single chapter featuring a hunt on Mandalore, but I scrapped that in favor of the Xanatos hunt published on AO3. Of course that decision was made after I had already written 3k words, so enjoy the scrapped scene after the break. (The original arc also involved a completely original mission where Obi-Wan crossed paths with Luminara and her master. I may use bits and pieces of that mission in a future arc.)

This chapter originally had another 500 or so words where Obi-Wan is adopted by a strill puppy. I think those words got deleted, since the only evidence is a pro/con list and the single “protect” emotion from the strill parent.

Obi-Wan wasn't sure what he expected Mandalore to look like, but it wasn't this. Large swathes of the southern hemisphere had been bombarded from space, leaving enormous puckered black scars across a golden desert. The desert was relatively new, or so Jango said, a result of the bombardment destroying the natural ecosystem and leaving the area uninhabitable without sophisticated environmental domes.

The northern hemisphere had been miraculously spared - and that alone had probably kept the planet capable of supporting humanoid life - leaving a glimpse of the Mandalore of old. Forests and mountains blanketed the area, making it difficult to carve out enough space for a single clan, let alone a city or proper landing pad.

Jango guided Jaster's Legacy in for a lopsided landing between an evergreen forest and the start of yet another mountain range, a feat Obi-Wan was glad he didn't have to perform. "Wayii," he exclaimed softly upon exiting the ship, eyebrows rising in awe at the way the Legacy was perched atop three boulders like a giant bird of prey.

"It just takes practice," Jango assured, voice modulator hiding most of the amusement Obi-Wan could feel from him. "Now, your verd'goten," he started and Obi-Wan snapped his attention over. "Traditionally, the two of us would disappear into the wilderness while the rest of Clan Fett tried to catch and defeat you. Seeing as that's not an option, we'll have to test your warrior skills another way."

Obi-Wan swallowed his nerves and nodded seriously.

"In these forests are a number of dangerous predators. Your task is to hunt a strill," he stated and Obi-Wan tilted his head in question. "They're an apex predator native to these forests. Highly intelligent, mammalian, with an unmistakable stench and six legs. Tend to pounce from high trees," he warned, grinning when Obi-Wan nervously glanced at the tree line.

Those were some very tall trees.

"I'll be with you to make sure you don't die, but this is your hunt," Jango finished. "Be sure to take whatever you need from the ship."

"I don't suppose there's a strill tracker?" Obi-Wan quipped before studying the forest. He had taken the basic survival courses all Initiates took. He had the Force. If things went to absolute bathashit, he had Jango.

He could do this.

He set off into the forest with a light pack, a single blaster, and a survival knife. He had contemplated grabbing more supplies - enough provisions for a week, more weapons, a full temporary shelter and bedroll - but had ultimately decided against it. This was a test. He wouldn't take the easy way out.

The forest was eerie and peaceful at the same time. Insects chirped and screamed all around him, blocking out the softer padding sounds of small prey animals and his own two feet. Branches snapped and shook from the breeze and various creatures going about their lives. The scent of pine and rotting foliage sat heavy in his lungs.

He trudged on.

The sun filtered through the sturdy veshok trees and warmed patches of undergrowth. Obi-Wan paused in one, absorbing the heat and breathing out his tension. Breathed in peace, and exhaled his uncertainty. Inhaled fresh air and exhaled his nerves.

He stretched out his senses.

Jango stopped fifty yards away, preternaturally still in the way all predators were. He was calm, patient, warm, but ready to spring into action at the slightest signal. His own senses - and likely his sensors - were on high alert, searching for any indication that Obi-Wan needed his help.

Obi-Wan would not need his help. Not for this. He would make Jango proud.

A rapid heartbeat and softly padding feet off to one side, a flicker of life just as wary and alert as Obi-Wan was. He brushed against that dim light, identifying it as a small herbivore. A prey animal, calculating in its own simple way whether it wanted to flee or continue munching the sweet vorpan berries.

Another flicker of life overhead, this one sleeping. A good thing, too, since there was an aura of danger and barely leashed violence tucked behind those brown wings. Obi-Wan would not put it past this particular creature to attack, and possibly kill, humans if it felt the desire. He sent a soft sleep suggestion to it and warily turned his attention elsewhere, though part of him kept it firmly in mind.

Something nudged his arm, and Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open. A cold black nose attached to a long triangular face nudged his arm again, and Obi-Wan huffed a soft laugh. He slowly, carefully reached up to pet the shatual's head and scratch the base of the wide antlers, gaze flickering over the herd that had decided to come meet him.

"Hello there," he greeted quietly, belatedly realizing he had been projecting peace into the Force in his attempts to keep the predator bird overhead asleep. No wonder the herd had come up to him. "You're a brave little fellow, aren't you?"

Jango shifted, and the shatual herd stiffened, heads all swiveling to stare at the Mandalorian. Obi-Wan jerked back to avoid getting clocked by his new friend's bony crown.

The largest shatual made a guttural sound, and Obi-Wan scrambled away as the herd abruptly fled.

A mix of exasperation, disbelief, and humor prompted Obi-Wan to turn, a bemused if chiding look on his face. "Thanks for that," he snarked, staring pointedly at the blaster Jango had drawn.

"This happen a lot?" Jango asked evenly as he stowed the weapon.

"Not generally. I think I was projecting and they got curious," Obi-Wan admitted. "We should move on. I think that's a shriek-hawk overhead, which means a strill wouldn't be welcome here."

There was a brief pause as Jango consulted his HUD. "Good eye," he confirmed.

Obi-Wan smiled as he wandered deeper into the woods, the Force guiding his steps.

 They stalked through the forest for hours, Obi-Wan picking out what plants he thought were safe for foraging and Jango verifying their safety. Whether that was cheating, Obi-Wan didn't care to examine too closely. He knew how to test whether a plant was edible. Using Jango's knowledge simply kept the man from worrying at Obi-Wan's naturally small appetite.

There were no repeats of the shatual herd incident, though Obi-Wan may have used a small Force suggestion to lure a rabbit for latemeal. He only felt mildly guilty about using the Force in such a way as Jango helped him field dress and roast the animal.

Camp was a simple affair; a pile of dry leaves, a small fire, and a blanket to keep the morning dew off. Jango didn't even bother with the blanket, relying instead on his beskar'gam to keep him warm and dry. Part of Obi-Wan was jealous, the rest of him knew he would get his own suit soon.

The next day came bright and early, complete with Obi-Wan gasping from a half-forgotten nightmare and Jango groaning about a night on the hard ground. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and would have thrown a pillow if he had one; the ground was not that much harder than the shared blanket pile they were experimenting with on the Legacy.

They wandered onwards, Obi-Wan following the vague currents of the Force as best he could. It was difficult to tell where exactly he was meant to go. The Living Force had never been his strong suit, and the Force felt especially elusive in this old, scarred forest. This was a place teeming with life tempered by a looming expectation of danger; these were survivors, determined to eke out a living among the jagged rocks and scraggly trees and the heavy weight of death.

He shivered as he crested another boulder.

The vague feeling of alarm and the sound of rustling trees alerted him to animals fleeing something. He turned, stretching his senses out.

A breeze ruffled his hair, and Obi-Wan nearly gagged at the stench it carried. Like rotting meat and Vos's training tunics and unwashed bodies all mixed together. He hastily switched to breathing through his mouth, and nearly gagged again as he realized he could taste the stink.

He glanced back at Jango, a disgusted look on his face. 'Is that what I think it is?'

Amusement spiked, and Jango inclined his head. 'Yes.'

Obi-Wan scowled and crept towards the strill, drawing both his vibroblade and blaster. He reached out with the Force, recognizing a spark of animal intelligence just ahead, mind bright with happiness and victory at a successful kill.

The strill was just as ugly as it smelled. Short gray fur bristled across its flappy skin as it tore into the downed shatual. Its front four legs held the shatual in place as it systemically tore the beast into shreds, blood and viscera spreading from the corpse in a gory puddle.

Obi-Wan swallowed roughly and raised his blaster.

Something - the wind, maybe - alerted the predator of his presence as its head snapped up, snarling. The Force barely had time to flare in warning before the strill pounced, fangs and claws extended.

Obi-Wan shouted in surprise and thrust one hand out, catching the strill with the Force, pushing it back, and buying him precious seconds to scramble to his feet.

The strill snarled as it landed, prowling around him in a wide arc. Obi-Wan raised his blaster and aimed for the creature's center of mass, Force at the ready for any unexpected surprises. The Force trilled right as the strill leapt, and Obi-Wan twisted to one side, blaster landing a fiery score across the loose skin of the strill's underbelly.

He cursed under his breath. That would only make the animal angrier.

The strill snarled as it landed and immediately bounded up a nearby tree. Obi-Wan shifted closer to the shatual body, tracking the strill as it jumped from tree to tree around him.

He dove to one side as the strill fell almost on top of him, blaster snapping out three quick bolts. The strill whimpered as it landed, and Obi-Wan frowned as he realized he had only caught one of the six legs instead of the animal's vulnerable chest.

It would hurt, but it wouldn't incapacitate.

Apparently it hurt enough, as the strill picked up its injured leg and fled into the forest. Obi-Wan grit his teeth and followed, eyes scanning everywhere for disturbed foliage and blood.

Despite the injury, the strill was fast, quickly disappearing among the veshok trees. Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, searching for that combination of intelligence and anger/hurt/fear/hunger that was the strill among similar animal minds.

He scowled as he felt the strill escape to the edge of his awareness. If he were better with the Force - if he were a real Jedi - he would be able to feel it out from across the planet. He picked up the pace, using the Force to vault himself over a downed tree and enhance his speed.

But it was no good. The strill was clever and knew the forest better than Obi-Wan did. He drew to a stop, panting, as he recognized that his target had escaped.

As he caught his breath, he realized Jango was nowhere to be seen. He frowned, reaching out with the Force for the familiar presence, but only finding the relatively dull glimmers of animals instead. He reached for his commlink and paused.

He wasn't asking for help. He wouldn't. Not for this.

He could do this. Jango thought he could do this, so he could do this. He would not let Jango down.

He flipped a switch on the device allowing it to broadcast his location, and tucked it back in his belt pouch. Whether Jango needed the tracking signal or not, it settled something deep inside knowing Jango would absolutely be able to find him.

And if the strill did kill him, at least Jango would be able to find his corpse.

With that cheery thought, Obi-Wan carefully examined his surroundings. There, off to the side and high in the trees, were what looked like claw marks, and lower on the trunk were a few spatters of blood.

He followed those signs for some distance, trusting the Force to keep him mostly pointed in the right direction and his own eyes the rest of the way, and emerged in a small rocky clearing. He scoured the lichen covered rock for the telltale blood spots he had been following, and headed back into the forest.

As he came upon a small rocky clearing, he was forced to admit the strill was far more clever than he had given credit. He drew his knife, marked the false trail, and tried a different path.

The third time he entered the small rocky clearing, Jango was waiting for him.

"Not a word," Obi-Wan demanded, finally locating what he hoped was the real trail.

Jango didn't move, but he also didn't say a word, so Obi-Wan counted that as a win. He determinedly ignored whatever emotions Jango was bleeding into the Force.

The third path led him into the foothills of a mountain and down into a shallow stream. He scowled at the cheery water feature, just knowing the strill had used that to well and truly lose him.

"Do you have a plan?" Jango asked as he drew close.

Obi-Wan sighed, releasing his frustration to the Force, and took a seat on a conveniently flat rock. "We weren't taught more than basic tracking skills," Obi-Wan admitted, "but I did spend a lot of time hiding from and chasing down my friends in the creche. Whenever someone got really good at hiding, we could generally locate them if we meditated and really focused, so I'm going to give that a shot."

"Does that work for anyone?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "The better you know who you're searching for, the easier it gets. I got a decent feel for the strill while we were fighting, so with some luck I should be able to find it. At least, I should, as long as it hasn't gone too far away," which they both knew was unlikely given the strill's injury.

Jango didn't have anything to say to that, so Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drew the Force around him. Energy swelled, and Obi-Wan concentrated, dragging his attention away from Jango's bright light to pick through the dimmer threads surrounding them.

His attention slid to a knot of threads vaguely resembling his target and a herd of shatuale. The strill-thread watched closely, its focus on the runt-thread at the back of the herd with the gimp leg, as the herd gathered at a sizeable bush. The runt dropped its head to gather some berries, and the strill pounced, air catching the gliding skin between its legs and depositing the predator's claws on the shatual's neck.

The shatuale-threads panicked, bolted, and fled, leaving the strill-thread and the dying shatual-thread behind but not forgotten. As Obi-Wan watched, the shatual-thread frayed and split, the pieces carried away on some indiscernible breeze to tangle themselves with the shatuale herd and the strill ripping strips out of an empty shell.

And those scattered threads suddenly contracted, bright and solid and demanding, dragging the herd and the strill-thread, now frayed in places, together. He watched as the mess of threads collided and tangled, forming some knotted mess he could hardly pick apart before it suddenly dispersed, leaving only a few frayed remains behind.

He frowned at the unhelpful vision. Something - the Force? - frowned right back.

He prodded at the frayed remains and felt a flash of very animal alarm/protect/hunt in return.

He kept that thread firmly in mind as he carefully eased himself from the Force.

"Find something?" Jango asked evenly, though after his latest deep meditation the man might as well have been screaming his worry, curiosity, and fascination to the galaxy for all he was masking the emotions.

"I think so," Obi-Wan answered, rising to his feet and nearly tumbling to the ground as his vision temporarily blacked out. "Whoa. How long was I out?"

"Four hours," Jango answered, stowing the blaster he had been cleaning. He fished a nutribar from one of his numerous pouches and threw it at Obi-Wan. "Eat and drink. The water is safe."

Obi-Wan scowled but obediently bit down on the dry bar before chasing it with water and venturing back into the forest. The strill-thread felt different outside that plane of deep meditation, but he had a direction to follow and he wasn't about to let it slip away again.

He almost wished he had waited to finish the nutribar before chasing the strill. His mouth felt sandy, and he hadn't thought to fill a canteen before leaving the stream behind.

The strill-thread remained steady in his mind, and he couldn't help the slight increase in pace as he caught the first pungent whiff of the beast. He cloaked himself in the Force as if he were hiding from Quin and approached slowly, senses straining for any sign the strill knew he was approaching.

He heard growling and an answering whuff just ahead. He ducked down, drawing his blaster and checking the Force. Jango was still several meters away, and it felt like the strill was distracted by a sizeable herd of angry shatuale.

Angry herbivores. That was not something he would have expected.

The lead shatual ducked its head, antlers pointed straight at the strill, and whuffed another warning. The strill growled and darted forwards, forward paws raised to slash.

Obi-Wan could only watch as the shatual charged, caught the strill in the points of its antlers, and tossed it aside like trash. The other shatuale dropped their heads and followed suit, hooves trampling the strill into the dirt. The lead shatual stopped long enough to study its target, whuffed and pawed at the ground, and tossed its head in victory as the strill whined pathetically.

He sat stunned for a moment, not sure what he was supposed to do as the shatuale proudly left the area. He was supposed to hunt the strill, but a herd of prey animals came and did the deed for him. Did it count if he tracked it, fought it, and ultimately didn't kill it?

But no, the poor animal wasn't dead yet.

He could feel the creature's pain, see how it struggled to breathe around a crushed ribcage. Its limbs were shattered in multiple locations, the grey fur already matted with blood where its thick skin had burst. The shatuale hadn't killed the strill, but there was no way the strill would survive much longer.

He felt a swell of pity for the thing as he approached. There was no way he could help it; even if he had enough bacta on him (which he definitely didn't), the creature would sooner kill him than let him approach.

He met the animal's gold eyes, unfocused and cloudy though they were, and tried to press peace and comfort on its mind. Something stirred and weakly nudged against his mind, leaving an impression of pain/sad/hungry.

The strill released a wet whine and blood burbled past its lips. Obi-Wan closed his eyes in mourning, pressed a suggestion to sleep on the rapidly weakening creature, and shot it clean between the eyes.

It really was a mercy this time.

He rose to his feet as he heard Jango approach. "I killed it, but a herd of shatuale did most of the work first," he blurted out, stowing his blaster.

Jango came to stop next to him, staring down at the corpse before turning his helmeted face towards him. "That's okay," Jango said. "I told you before, the verd'goten is traditionally a hunt between clan members. This was a test to see how advanced your survival and fighting skills were, and based on what I've seen, you're more than skilled enough." He smiled behind the helmet, one hand resting proudly on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Congratulations, verd."

Verd. Soldier. Warrior.

Jango's smile became tender as he squeezed Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, vod."

Obi-Wan beamed.

[criticizing-blogger]

I Promise

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: cursing, gruesome details (let me know if there is any warnings I missed)

Word count: 1444

It was mid-afternoon when the yellow school bus pulled up to (y/n) (l/s)’s house. She wore a long, gray sweater that wrapped around her body to shield her from the cold breeze and a black pair of leggings and a white t-shirt and black flats. The bus doors pulled open but her child didn't come out. (Y/n) waited a few more moments but when her daughter didn’t come running out like she did every day after school, the mother realized something was wrong. Her legs quickly carried over towards the bus and onto it. 

“(Y/D/N)!” she spoke loudly over the shouting kids; looking at every single child. "(Y/d/n)!" 

She turns towards the bus driver. “Have you seen my daughter?” But the man shook his head no. She ran off the bus and into her house grabbing her cellphone. She dialed the number to the local police department. “Hi. This is (y/n) (l/s). I need to report a missing person.”

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2 days before

Sam Winchester walked into the library in the bunker with his laptop where his brother, Dean, is. “Hey. Get this. Three kids go missing in the span of a month. The last time the kids were seen was leaving the front doors of their school. The kid that went missing first, a ripped piece of his clothes have been found. The article also shows the body was found in an abandoned house outside of town. And the other missing children have yet to be found. Sounds like our kind- are, are you playing Flappy Bird?”

“Hm? What?” Dean turns his head around to look at Sam.

“Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Uh, nope,” Dean smiles pressing the power button on his device.

Sam gave his brother his signature bitch face.

“What?” Dean spoke as he spread his arms a little.

Sam rolled his eyes and spoke as he walked away, “Pack your stuff. We have a two-day drive ahead of us.”

Dean mumbled under his breath and went back to playing the game on his phone.

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Present Day

The street was filled with squad cars and worried people behind barriers; cops keeping them from crossing.

(Y/n) stood with two police officers. Her arms wrapped around her midsection. Tears kept rolling down her face as her voice kept breaking as she answered questions the officers were asking. A black Chevrolet Impala rolled up and two men in suits stepped out. The chief of police, Smith, noticed them and walked up. “May I help you, gentlemen?”

“I’m Agent Lee and this is my partner, Agent Young,” Dean said as they flashed the chief their fake badges. 

“Why would the FBI be interested in a missing person case?” the chief crossed his arms, skeptical of the agents.

Sam and Dean quickly looked at each other. 

“Just following the boss’s orders, sir,” Sam said. 

The man nods, not questioning further. 

“So why don’t you guide us through what exactly happened,” Dean laid his hand on the police chief’s back as they slowly walked over to the crying mother, who was now alone.

“Her name is (y/n) (l/s). Thirty-year-old mother to five-year-old (y/d/n). She said she was waiting for her daughter to get off the bus but she never came off. She ran onto the vehicle shouting for her then called us when her daughter never stood from one of the seats.” 

“Have you talked to the driver?” Sam asked.

“The driver said he was on his phone most of the time while the kids boarded.”

“What about any witnesses?”

“We got some officers at the school questioning the staff there but not one has reported back to me,” he replied.

“What about parents or kids that may have seen what happened?” The three men stopped walking and stood in one place.

“Haven’t questioned any just yet,” Smith states as his transceiver goes off. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” He gives them one last look before walking off.

The brothers face each other. 

“How about you get a room and talk to any potential witnesses and I’ll talk to the mother.” Dean tossed the keys to Sam and walked away. Sam caught them and started making his way to the car.

“(Y/n) (l/s)?” Dean spoke pulling out his badge.

“Yes?” the woman said.

“I’m agent Lee, FBI. May I ask you a few questions?”

She nods, wiping underneath her eyes. “Of course.”

“Can you give a description of what she looks like. Eye color? Hair? Clothes she was last seen wearing?”

“Uh, her hair is the same as mine. Her eyes are (e/c). I sent her off to school wearing a pink dress with white leggings and a white sweater. Her shoes are pink with white bows and her hair is in a braid.” the mother replied to Dean’s questions.

“And the last place you have seen her was exactly?”

“This morning. I stood outside with her a few minutes before the bus arrived. I saw her get on the bus and take a seat and saw the bus drive off. That was the last time I saw her.” she sobbed. Tears quickly fell from her eyes as she covered her mouth from crying out.

Dean felt bad for the lady. It’s her child for god’s sake. He sighed, making mental notes of everything she said. “Have you or your daughter experienced anything weird?”

“What do you mean?” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Like cold spots, odd smells, noises?”

“What does that have to do with my missing child?” You could hear the anger in her voice.

“These are official FBI questions ma’am. I’m just doing my job.” 

She sighs, “(y/d/n) ran out of her room in the middle of the night a few nights ago. She came and woke me up saying she heard scratching in her closet. But when I went and checked, nothing was there. She didn’t want to stay in her room and she just slept with me that night.”

“Would you mind if I checked out her bedroom?” Dean asked. He needed to check for any proof.

She shook her head. “Let me show you where her room is.”

They both walked into her house and she guided him upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom. She opened the door. “Her closet is right there.” She pointed to the two doors that stood on the other side of the room. “Can I make you anything to drink?”

“Coffee please,” he told her. She nodded leaving Dean alone in the room. He stood there for a moment just looking around. He decided he’ll check the closet first then everywhere else. His feet guided towards it and his hands opened the sliding doors. So far, it looked normal. Clothes hung up. Stuffed animals on the shelf above the clothes and shoes on the floor. He moved some of the clothes around and noticed some large scratch marks on the wall. He took out his phone and took a picture. He stepped away from the closet and closed the doors. A few feet away sat a window. He walked over to it and opened it. On the window sill was some more scratches. Except more than what the closet has. He took more photos and sent all of them to Sam.

He walked around the room more but didn’t notice anything else odd. (Y/n) showed up by the doorway with a cup of coffee in hand. “Find anything?”

Dean turned around. “Uh no. Nothing.” He walked over to her, taking the cup. “How about we go downstairs and talk?” She nodded and they made their way downstairs and into the living room.

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Sam was making his way back towards the impala after talking to the parents and their kids who saw the (y/n)’s daughter. He collected as much information as he could talking to multiple people who may or may not have seen her. He reached for his cellphone from his pocket leaning against the vehicle. He dialed Dean. 

He answered, “Hey, what did you find out?”

“Apparently a few kids and parents saw (y/d/n) walk off into the woods near the school instead of getting on the bus.”

“And the parents didn’t bother to make sure she didn’t walk off?”

“Nope. I think the parents only care more for their own children rather than somebody else’s.”

Sam heard his brother sigh on the phone. “Alright. Come get me and lets head for the motel.”

Sam hung up and got into the Impala driving off.

[szopenhauer]

What one event, big or small, are you going to tell your grandchildren about? I won’t even have kids...

What is your least favourite thing about your full name? it’s long, it’s polish, it’s feminine, it starts on a letter Z that is rarely used, people don’t know how to write my surname down, it reminds people of a stupid song that I hate etc. 

Do you like sunglasses? it’s complicated Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? sorta, sometimes Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? what isn’t...

What is your favourite glass to drink from? prefer a mug When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? they were born in Poland where we still live What time is it in the country you get the most of your heratige from? 14.42 Would you rather live in the 1960’s or the 1910’s? 60s  Is the computer your only current light source? window/sun too Do you think you look good with a hat on? I’m ugly no matter what so...

Do you have anyone you fully trust? not fully, not even myself, some I just trust more than others  When did you last talk on the phone with someone? yesterday with M.

Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? kinda When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? mom, this day Was the last movie you watched a horror film? noooo Do you own a lot of tee shirts? shitload Do you handle pain well? been told  Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? I never threw up out of stress, I can feel nauseous though Do you enjoy your hairstyle? not really atm but it’s not the worst How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? none, ever Do you have a leather jacket? fake

What is the worst insult someone can call you? I’ve already heard everything I suppose... Do you write on your hands a lot? not anymore Do you think hugs are awkward? often Ever play Angry Birds? flappy bird only How late did you stay up last night? till mornin’ Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? mhm Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? they would have to be really stupid to choose mine tbh Is there a place you’d rather live right now? on my own... Do you go out often? lately Is there anyone who is overly nice to you? my current partner, I don’t deserve her If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? I’m not reading anything Do you have a job you like? I don’t have a job How many scarves do you own, if any at all? uh oh :x

What is one way in which this year is different from last year? where should I start... Do you feel like you have too much on your plate and your life is too hard? for me it is too hard Did you do anything you regret within the last 24 hours? probably What is your favorite day to go grocery shopping? I don’t have a favorite day to go but I don’t shop on Sundays and Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays are usually the hardest to get anything  Would you follow God even if it meant losing your home, your source of food, all of your friends, or even your life? jeśli byłabym 100% pewna, że Bóg tego chce i co mam robić Who’s death has affected you the most? my brother’s Have you ever grown sunflowers? they didn’t turn out well Are you scared to stand up to a police officer? no idea What is your doctor’s first name? which one?

Do you hate political posts on facebook? when there’s plenty, especially wrong  How many pictures do you have stored on your computer? omg  Which type of camera do you prefer: digital or Polaroid? hard to tell Have you ever had a camera that took film? we had when I was still a kid Do you ever squirt whip cream onto a plate and then eat it by itself? disgusting Have you ever had a hot flash? common Are you ok? my heart hurts badly Would you rather wear purple glasses or black glasses? black If you’re a girl, do you ever shop in the boys or mens section? absolutely If you’re a guy, do you ever shop in the girls or womens section? I’m a woman What do you think of when you hear the word “Christian”? religious person lmfao How many pullover hoodies do you own? bunch Which do you take more: videos or photos? pics What is the most embarrassing thing you can think of happening? my imagination is vivid What are two names you used to get mixed up when you were younger? for example - Ada and Adrianna What do u think of the quote “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing” I disagree Do you wear earmuffs when it’s cold out? I don’t own any

If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? on my phone, not computer What do you smell right now? luckily nothing much If you were an instrument, what would you be? smth annoying? Do you hate the usual 100 questions surveys? EX: Eye color boring Does your house have a doorbell? of course Do you know someone who has dropped out of high school? my classmate  If you were to get a pet turtle right now, what would you name it? mine was called Bob and I don’t want a new one  What’s your most hated commercial to watch? most of them are shit What was the last thing you charged? cellphone When you were younger, did you believe you could fly? if I did I would be dead by now (jumping out of window or smth) Favorite farm animal? chicken What’s your favorite name that begins with B? I don’t like polish names starting on B letter If someone payed you $500 would you take a bath in milk? why not Do you enjoy having time to yourself? :3 Can you do a cart wheel? still but crappy Do you like Ed Sheeran? blergh Would you rather become an author or teacher? author How many people are you currently texting? just 1 This time tomorrow, what will you be doing? hopefully spend time with @jonasz-cat Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? money Have you ever been inside a recording studio? I have not Would you rather visit Mars or Neptune? Neptune Does it bother you when people keep talking to you and you want to leave? very Have you ever texted a landline phone by accident? my sister did Do you like quotes about love or life better? love is part of life What color is your garage? not applicable Do you like it when people give you compliments? they’re lying Was your hair straight today? my hair is wavy Do you ever share things on Facebook? quizzes from buzzfeed, music link from yt and selfies Do you pick out your outfits for the next day the night before or the AM? am What color was your swim suit this year? bluish Do ladders scare you? I’m cautious

1 through 10, how would you rate your day? low Any specific reason why? how I feel physically and those mirror demons mostly + some minor things

Salt or pepper? salt If you look to your right & then look down.. What do you see? bag Did you use swear words today? sigh... What did you buy today? food

If you had the choice to meet three famous people, who would you choose? dead or alive? Do you own any animals that aren’t domestic? dog is domestic ;)

Do you think people under fourteen should have sex? hell no How old were you when you had your first alcoholic beverage? 20+ What is something most people think of as lame, but you don’t? my interests? Have you ever feared that you would lose a body part? just my teeth, fingers or eyes Do you like gore? no thx Would you rather receive a kiss on the cheek, or on the forehead? neck :P Have you ever had a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend flirt with you? someone who seriously tried to become my friend’s bf flirted with me and her sister and that’s one of reasons I say that you can lie with both actions AND words Where is your biological mother at the moment? kitchen Do you enjoy going places with your mother, like running errands? ... Do you have any annoying siblings? she indeed annoys me  How many people are in your immediate family? I count my parents and eventually my sister as immediate family Would you say you have good or bad luck? bad Do you like your laugh? uh... Do you hate it when people ask you how their survey was at the end? because they should do better, be more unique, sorry not sorry What are your plans for the rest of the day? we’ll see

Have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? ... buttons? not zipper?... What does your last text say? it was the link to the article

Do you ever think about the past? I’m nostalgic and an overthinker Is math your favorite part of school? even in middle school when I was getting high grades for math I didn’t like it that much Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? yesterday  You’ve taken fifteen shots of vodka, what are you doing? exactly, WHAT AM I DOING?! Do you regret any of your relationships? yasss but I guess I learned yadda yadda yadda Whats the last taste in your mouth? stomach acid :(

What are your countries staple dishes? (Italians - pizza, pasta etc) *shrug* What was the last thing you felt disappointed by? my very own self Do you play games on your phone? nothing else but Choices Do you have music on your cellphone? spotify Name three black things that you can see? necklace, cellphone, calculator Do you like your best friends parents? Could you even tell me their names? I liked my elementary school’s bestie’s mom - Mrs. Krysia she was like an aunt to me and still recognizes me on the street, I miss her  Are you more of a mums kid or dads kid? dad’s Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Marilyn Monroe forever anything silly that annoys you? (i hate hearing nails being clipped) for example - someone scratching their plate with a fork, jak ktoś sztućcem zgrzebuje resztki jedzenia mam ochotę go zamordować >.<  would you perfer to do the dishes or hang washing? dishes

[youareunbearable]

every single day im more and more sure im some form of autistic mainly because of how relatable a lot of autistic headcannons im seeing are? Like ive never been tested and if i mention my thoughts to my family they laugh it off, and ik its really hard to diagnose women and adults because of ability to camouflage but i swear im somewhere on the spectrum. 

I’m putting a list of stuff under a readmore, but if ppl who know about autism wants to throw in their two cents i’ll gladly take it! 

  I used to do the flappy hand thing when processing/dealing with high emotions, i did it for almost a decade when i was a kid before i trained myself out of it because my family and peers used to tease me about it (my parents would laugh at me because id flap when i got frustrated and joke that im trying to fly away)

i used to do the raptor hands thing when in idle mode but when i was a teen someone told me how weird it looks/it makes ppls eyes go to my chest which makes me uncomfy so now i just clasp my hands behind my back

i can never really tell what emotion im feeling unless someone else or I voice it. like i’ll be going through all the symptoms of being stressed/mad/happy, but i wont understand what emotion that is unless i say either to myself or out loud what it is, or when others point it out “oh you look happy/ amber youre pretty mad/ why are you upset?” 

i hyper fixate on things, and only really like to talk about those things. my entire childhood it was birds, anything bird related i had to own, and it wasn’t until i moved off to uni that i stopped. Never really told anyone about it tho because it was a weird hobby. I had a cabinet full of ceramic birds and a wall of bird plushies that when pressed did their call.

For all that im told im really empathetic i REALLY don’t understand what other people are feeling. I know what they SHOULD be feeling based off of all the media I consume, and when i help them through their problems i either just tell them what i would want to hear or what the the solution to a similar problem a character in a book was going though. I’m really good at piecing together what ppl want to hear, and basing their solutions off of fanfiction/media that 90% I feel like it works? I mean ppl keep coming back for advice? but if it werent for that id have no fucking idea whats going on with other ppl

I’m weird about touch. now this COULD be from the fact that my family is very touch removed, but i find i crave touch, or the idea of touch, but when it happens i hate it, it makes my skin crawl, especially when ppl touch my neck. ive had the ladies at hair salons brush my hair before and me flinching every time they come close to my neck

while im not super about routine, i do find that when i have to follow someone elses i get annoyed, or when my time gets interrupted. but i think this is a normal human thing. but my brother has ocd and follows a strict routine from when he wakes up to how long he brushes his teeth so maybe im a little biased with that as a mindset for routine following

Im super particular about texture. I wont eat certain foods because of how they feel when im chewing it, velvet makes me want to rip off my skin when i touch it and i have to wipe my hands off on other fabric when i do, my skin feels super sensitive to touch so much so that seams and off textures make me what to scratch my skin off, and i often get large red welts when it happens, i also cant stand the feeling of liquid on my lips when i drink or eat, so i have to lick it off after (or pat it with a napkin) but ive noticed that no one else in my friends or family do that, and im trying to stop cause im being teased over it but its hard cause the wet feeling is AWFUL

side note on the scratching thing: i often do it when im in high emotional situations, dragging my nails up and down my legs or arms is kinda of relaxing and im im just now kinda realizing that this could be the bad version of the flapping i used to do, because i didnt scratch when i flapped, but now that i stopped the welts are here. ive also only broken my skin ONCE but i was in depressive spiral so eh. 

Im so great at mimicking other people and do it so naturally that i actually had to talk with my therapist about that because i was having identity issues over the fact that i dont know who i am anymore because i just pick up other peoples ways of acting (gestures, walking, what to do with my hands) and talking (phrases, tone, ways of thinking, etc) and often decide what im going to do that would have the best social impact on ppl like im picking a choice from a phrase wheel in a video game (Ive stopped doing this as much since therapy, and now i feel like i do it a normal human amount)  

when i was in elementary, i was a fucking angry kid, for no apparent that i can tell because i could never tell when i was pissed unless other ppl told me to calm down. I remember literally talking to a friend in highschool who had anger problems and i remember finding it annoying and telling myself “im not going to act like that” and then suddenly i wasnt angry anymore and the thought of punching someone is gross, but my sister stil tells me sometimes that im “violent” but i literally can never recall me doing anything like that anymore???? so whatever 

theres more to this list but its 3am and i cant think really but 

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Mr. Box and Isaac Stroganoff play another game even though its been so long since either made a game review that the game review community forgot who they were.

"What are we playing today?" Isaac Stroganoff said as he put his umbrella down in the corner even though the window showed it was a sunny day out. He untucked his pants, unzipped his fly, and sat by his American counterpart: misterjukebox8

"I have several questions, but for the sake of time I will just say we are playing a game you might enjoy: Yuri Gagarin Goes To The Beach. A commissioned title made in 1999 by an unknown publisher by the name of Kozakh Studios. I could not find any information on them online except a website that was entirely in Russian. Which is why I invited you to this review despite how harsh you were last time, because you might actually like this game. Its Russian!" Jukebox explained.

Isaac Stroganoff did a Russian gesture of sort of apologizing. "Yes, well, last time I played games with you I neglected to get comfortable and I may have roasted you many as a result. Was pretty funny. But now I have taken the time to settle in, I hope we can make many good video together."

Jukebox grinned, it looked like it would be a normal video for once. Just a nice, relaxing game review with no one roasting him or attacking him or breaking into government facilities.

He brushed off the old cartridge and stuck it into his "Oh hi Mark" plug-n-play console that according to a reddit post was the only console that the game was compatible with besides the Super Nintendo, which he also had but Jukebox was trying to seem less like a Nintendo fanboy.

"I did not hit her, it is not true, I did not! Oh hi Mark" the console beeped as it started up, then the loading screen appeared and it was Yuri Gagarin the rocket girl flying in a circle around the communist symbol.

Isaac Stroganoff frowned. "Jukebox, my friend, are you implying that I must like communism because I am Russian? If so, I kick many ass. Mostly yours. I will break spleens like lumberjack splitting watermelons."

"Not spleens, she is my favorite cat in the Sims..." Jukebox joked, and added "Oh and of course I am not trying to generalize you like that Isaac... Totally... I know Russians arent all the same!"

He then winked at the camera, out of Straganoffs view.

Isaac Stroganoff smiled. "Yes, good. Let us play game then, it is done with the load."

They had three options on a title screen with Yuri Gagarin smiling and whooshing back and forth in a space background with old fashioned SNES era graphics.

>New game

>Options

>Quick play

A forth option, >Continue, was also on screen but greyed out and could not be selected.

"Weird how there is no quit option." Jukebox noted.

"Quitting is for baby Europeans, not mighty Russian hordes." Isaac said snatching the controller and smashing his thumb down on "quick play"

A side scrolling stage opened up with Yuri Gagarin as the playable character. She could go in any direction since she could fly, but appeared somewhat agitated based on the pixel art. The background appeared to be a broken down industrial site with a brown and grey pallette. Jukebox shrugged. "I mean I kinda expected a bit more beach stuff out of a game called-"

"Jukebox. Please. The goal of the game is obviously to get Yuri Gagarin to the beach, dont be an American simpleton."

"But im American I cant help it!" Jukebox joked. "Hey look money!"

In the game there were alternating pillars of yellow dollar signs that spun like Mario coins or sonic rings. There was a counter at the top showing the dollar sign and a 0 next to it. There was also a high score counter which was also zero. However, Isaac Stroganoff avoided the dollar signs.

"Do you actually know how to play games Isaac, after all the times you teased me in the world of tanks video?"

"Fool. You do not grab dollar when playing communist."

"Right. Yeah those are probably hazards."

Then they saw a pulsating Stalin face, which Isaac Stroganoff swerved Yuri to grab. Their high score points went up to 1956. Apon grabbing another one, it proceeded to double to 3912.

"Oh so to get points you have to get the pulsating stalins... Makes sense, that is perfectly logical." Jukebox said with a shrug. "I never want to say that sentence again though."

"Have you noticed how wide of a behind Yuri Gagarin has in this game?" Trolli asked, poking his head from behind the couch.

"Ahh! How long were you back there??"

"Silly orange haired man has come to join us. Great, I shall enter coma and wake up when he is gone."

Yuri Gagarin in the game seemed to be flying slower now and looked more agitated, with cartoony sweat drops coming out of her head. This was probably because of the increased number of dollar signs, and what appeared to be rocket girl parts strewn around on the ground on the stage. Isaac Stroganoff just thought this made the game easier however, and continued gathering Stalin faces and getting points.

"Besides her bottom half is a rocket so it has to be big enough to carry her weight."

"Well, is not entirely inaccurate game. Russian women have much large and supple rear end. American women? Nothing. No boob, no ass, just cuteness. Good in their own way? Perhaps. If you are fool and a dog." Isaac pointed out. Jukebox scratched his head nervously "Erm... Dont get us demonitized Stroganoff... We just got this channel unsuspended after the truth or dare with ko video collab. Speaking of which what do you think of ko? Shes American but I find her beautiful."

Trolli and Stroganoff looked over at Ko from the Ko Sho, who was doing the BNHA dance after having spilled water on herself like a dork. Their eyes turned to hearts and "PERFECT!" flashed across the screen like it was a music game. Except zoomed in on Ko of course.

It was almost as if her boyfriend wrote the script for the Isaac Munger show with how attractive she was to all the characters.

Ko then started putting on cosplay and the boys went back to being boys, unpaused the game and continued.

"You know, overall, this is not such a bad game. I was expecting worse but it seems like just an old timey thematic flappy birds and you know what? I can get behind that." Jukebox admitted. "So can I play?"

Isaac Stroganoff handed him the remote. "Yes, time to get the money!" He said as the background started looking more like a beach. He darted Yuri Gagarin towards a column of dollar signs, and immediately apon touching them he was jumped by a screamer and a graphic depiction of the Russian Rocket Woman being dismantled for her capitalist sympathies. Jukebox jolted back and covered his eyes with a yelp and trolli disappeared back behind the couch while Isaac Stroganoff just looked annoyed. "We were so close to winning the quick game!!" He grumbled loudly. The lavender town music started playing about then. Jukebox, shuddering slightly, turned the power off. "Thank you for watching the Isaac Munger show everyone but we will be continuing this game when the sun is up. Or maybe not. Goodbye and thank you all for a wonderful time!"

"But is already day time outside--no wait, it is night now? Strange."

Jukebox nervously blew a kiss at the screen like usual, and called for ko to come hug him. Isaac Stroganoff looked confused. "Why is the Pokémon song still going?" He asked. "Probably just a bug... I hope." Jukebox replied, holding ko for comfort. "Nah Spookbox is probably gonna come kill us lol." Ko joked.

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The value and place of “good game design”

Last year, noted game design theorist, developer and podcaster Keith Burgun softened his stance on the theory of strategy games and game design as a discipline. I wrote 90% of this as a response to his podcasts back then, but when I read my own words it felt too negative. I don’t want to dunk on somebody for a commercial failure from the relative safety of not even having tried.

I’m posting it now though, because it ties into my ideas about Jam Games and Short Games, which I want to develop further, as well as my previous post about starting with simple games like Pong, Flappy Bird, and Minesweeper: Starting with simple ideas might not be enough. Top-down game design might be important after all.

Why not Game Design?

Part of Burgun’s change of heart was for what I would call “political” reasons, and I try to avoid politics on this blog. I hate how the conversation around game design grinds to a halt when some troll says “Aha, this looks like a game a Communist would make!“, and then the designer tries to explain himself and his politics and we stop talking about game design or the game itself altogether.

It’s one thing to talk about the politics, the political ideas and implications of a game, and quite another to look at the author and to try to read the authors politics into every game developed by that author. This is especially important when the author is outspoken about politics. People can be politically active and have strong convictions and just plain fail to convey their ideas through their game design.

Another reason for this shift was trying to give people more space for self-expression. Maybe you want to make something new and exploratory, or something short and poignant, or some “experience“ or “virtual installation” that is game-adjacent, but not even meant to be a game. Trying to ground “game design” in lessons learn from existing games, or trying to be precise with your terminology might be counterproductive. There is little overlap between the mechanics, dynamics, aesthetics, or affordances of Smash Bros and Firewatch (unless you count The Quiet Man, an artsy game that manages to combine worst of both worlds into a buggy mess). This difference between Command & Conquer and Bioshock is huge, and you can only find commonalities in the individual disciplines like graphics, UI design, or programming, and in high-level psychological and narrative principles of pacing and world-building.

Lessons in game design implicitly tell you how games should be. General statements about “game design” are bound to alienate some people. Artists who make short interactive pieces that are both experimental and personal at the same time, like Tale of Tales, Robert Yang or Anna Anthropy, are most susceptible to this particularly easy to disparage by accident if you don’t choose your words very carefully.

Lastly, it looks like the long development of Escape The Omnochronom, with many iterations on the game design and player feedback in early access, has informed his new approach to game design - just like Auro was the game that embodied the Clockwork Game Design theories. This quick look back on the development of ETO is interesting and sobering: https://keithburgun.net/escaping-the-omnochronom-and-moonshot-game-design/.

Wasted Design?

From a commercial point of view, it looks like a lot of the game design effort on ETO has been mis-spent: More than about interesting decisions and carefully balanced gameplay, players on Steam seem to want tons of content, random loot, and an epic, tragic backstory.

Most indie developers probably wouldn’t have completely scrapped all four prototypes, but released some of them as stand-alone games or as prototypes - either on itch, on Newgrounds, or a on mobile app store. One iteration of the concept - then called “Push The Lane!” - looked and felt more like a puzzle game, and might have been developed into a somewhat successful puzzle game on a mobile app store.

I might be wrong about this. There are many old, failed prototypes of mine that just didn’t work. True artists hate to see their practice pieces, and I don’t want to polish my all of old failed ideas that didn’t work until I can release them. I know why they don’t work. I’d rather try to make the ones that already work better. I’d rather start from scratch than working on a game idea when I know that it won’t work and why.

If you’re looking at somebody else’s failed prototype, you may think it warrants further exploration, or that it can ba salvaged, when the dev has already tried most of your suggested easy fixes and found that they don’t quite work. Ideas and game mechanics that work well in a short game, interesting based on their novelty alone, often cannot sustain a long-form game on their own - and that’s where game design as a discipline comes in.

If you’re just starting out, I can only urge you to fail faster, within days or weeks rather than years. Get feedback from players and other developers! See what works and cut your losses early! Don’t try to make a failed design work if you can use a better one! Try to start with a small game that works!

But if your goal is to make a long-form game, maybe the jump from a small jam game to a larger one is not just quantitative, but qualitative. You can’t just keep adding more stuff to Flappy Bird and hope it becomes Half-Life somewhere along the way.

Maybe the commercial bottleneck is not game design, but market research. The cool kids are all playing Fortnite now. By the time you finish developing your Fortnite clone, the cool kids will probably have moved on the the Next Big Thing. (I wrote this before the current wave of Auto Chess games. The next big thing only took half a year.)

Who needs Game Design anyway?

So Good Game Design(tm) seems to be only relevant once people have started playing the game. According to conventional game marketing wisdom, iterating on a part of your design can be all for nothing if you realise late in the cycle that the core loop has to be re-worked, and you need to create new content for the new mechanics.

According to conventional game marketing wisdom, a mechanically bland action platformer with good graphics can sell better than a well-designed strategy game with abstract black-and-white graphics.

An accessible multiplayer game can outlast a well-balanced multiplayer strategy game: You need your player base to grow beyond the critical mass to sustain online matchmaking and a competitive scene in the first place.

A game idea that is a great fit for a mobile game, small prototype, demo, or coffee-break browser game cannot always be turned into a long-form game. Many long-form games are impossible to distil down into a five-minute slice.

All that doesn’t mean that there is no market for good game design. There is certainly a market for well-made games, for good design in games, and for carefully designed games. These are not the same as game design though, if you go by the ideas from Burgun’s podcast. Game design is more fundamental, more about mechanics and interactive feedback loops, not about visual design, game feel or intuitive user interfaces.

The bigger your game gets, the more urgent a concern the actual game design becomes. If you’re aiming for a big commerical release, you need to make a long-form game. If you’re making a long-form game, you need better game design than you can get away with in a shorter one. When you start with a small core and add content and features, game design can sneak up on you, and you may end up with No Man’s Sky or Anthem.

My Funnel Model

First Impression: The first thing a player sees of your game is probably a pithy description of the game, and then screenshot, maybe a short video. What gets him interested in installing is a novel, clever premise (like ”puzzle MOBA” or “you play a crazy cat lady”), and your promotional screenshots.

When your potential new player looks for reviews of the game, only opinions, sound-bites and screenshots will reach him, because good game design cannot be easily captured in words and pictures. If the game design is hard to explain or doesn’t translate well to trailers or screenshots, you already have a problem. Labels like “fantasy“, “noir“, “battle royale“ or unique visual aesthetics can give you a way in, or they can turn players off.

Accessibility: This does not mean accessibility to people with disabilities in particular (which is ”Barrierefreiheit” in my native German, the freedom from barriers which exclude certain groups of people), although that kind of accessibility is also important. Accessibility in general means how easy it is to get into the game, in a similar way to how certain books can be very inaccessible by starting off with weird jargon you need to get used to, or fifty pages of dry exposition before the plot gets started.

Tetris gets difficult quickly, but stays accessible, whereas Dear Esther is impossible to fail, but quite dense and inaccessible in its own way. Whenever possible, it makes sense to introduce complexity and difficulty only gradually.

Innovation: Next you have to compete with all the other games in the user’s game library. If the novelty of the elevator pitch doesn’t translate into innovative gameplay, your player might just go back to playing Minecraft, Fortnite, or Hearthstone again. If the game is not accessible and engaging early on, then the player might quit early and not even get to the novel or innovative part. The innovative part must be accessible in itself, without feeling forced or tacked on, and it must feel natural to use it.

Some AAA games try to solve this by early on giving the player “a taste” of what’s to come, for example by giving all the spells in the magic system to the player during a flashback sequence in the first level. Then they take away the innovative game mechanics and proceed with a bunch of boring third-person action adventure RPG shooter things for half the game. 

Core Gameplay Loop: This is where the good game design comes in. This is also the part that makes your players recommend the game to their friends.

In addition to good game design, adjacent qualities like responsive control design/game feel, clear visual feedback, legible game state, and quality-of-life features also become relevant when the player goes through the core loop a couple of times. Even when the controls and mechanics of your game are easy to learn, they can still be boring, tedious, or distracting.

Earlier this year, a game with an interesting premise, cool visual aesthetic, and some innovative mechanics on top of the classic JRPG formula was released on the Nintendo Switch. Unfortunately, neither the mechanics of combat nor the NPC dialogue were very engaging, or fun. The game got a lot of attention, but that attention culminated in mixed to bad reviews.

Getting the steps up to here right will give your game more eyeballs, and will get people to try it or even write about it. Getting the core gameplay loop right will make people enjoy and play your game more after that.

Scope: The more content there is - that can be quests, levels, guns, monsters, puzzles - the longer you can keep the core loop going. The amount of meaningfully “new” content you can put into your game is limited by the game design though. Just adding “two billions of guns“ won’t cut it if the gameplay difference between different pieces of content is not meaningful. The value of additional content also depends on the game design. Some games get more value out of their content. Mario Kart 8 for the Nintendo Switch has ten pre-arranged tournaments with for racetracks each. That doesn’t look like a lot of content, but the game gets a large amount of replay value out of them.

Sometimes the scope of a game is limited by the design and the core loop. Some puzzle game mechanics have only a handful of interesting puzzles in them, and are more appropriate for a one-off puzzle set piece in a larger action game than for a dedicated puzzle game.

Some game genres, like point-and-click adventures, are mainly constrained by the scope of the content, and a piece of content can only be used once. Puzzle- and strategy games can often squeeze a lot of value out of content by re-using the same units and mechanics in a new context or a different combination. RPGs are somewhere in-between, by re-using monsters, dungeon architecture, loot, and crafting elements, while quests, NPCs and villages must be uniquely crafted.

“Elegant” game design is not only good for its own sake, it also allows you to add more stuff into your game in a cost-effective way.

There is a flip side to this: Prototypes, jam games, mostly story-driven games, and demos don’t really need good game design at all. One can build a small game prototype based on novelty alone, without a way to expand the scope, maybe even without an engaging core gameplay loop. The core gameplay loops two or three times and then the game just ends.

If you want to make a long-form game, you have to think from the beginning about scope and longevity.

Grand unified theories of game design(tm) become more applicable the larger the scope of your game is. In a small game, individual aspects like game feel, visual design, music, “funny/edgy” dialogue or characters, and novel mechanics outweigh balance, level design, world-building, and well-written characters.

Depth: I am using “depth” somewhat loosely and colloquially: Depth is what keeps players coming back, and talking to each other. That can be endgame content, high-level competitive play, lore, or a modding/mapmaking scene. Depth can be speedrunning, or finding new, clever solutions to puzzles. Depth is finding new meaning in content you already know or played.

After I beat Superbrothers: Sword & Sworcery EP, or after Waking Mars, I uninstalled the game and moved on. Nothing is making me come back to Mark of The Ninja, Dear Esther or Thomas Was Alone. I don’t think I will ever want to revisit Torchlight, the first or the sequel. I enjoyed each of these games - or in the case of Dear Esther at least I appreciated it, on a detached, intellectual level. I played Nuclear Throne until I had beaten the game, unlocked every character, seen every gun, and gone to most of the secret stages. Then I quit playing. I have no interest in looping.

I played a lot of StarCraft 2: Wings of Liberty. I played custom matches with my friends, I played on the ladder, I looked up strategy tips on TeamLiquid, I watched live streams of competitive games, and then I watched Day[9] analyse competitive games in-depth.

Back when I was a child, I played lots of multi-player games of WarCraft 3 and Worms: Armageddon. It never got stale for me. I played some multiplayer matches of Swords & Soldiers, but there is not a lot of variety, and it got stale rather quickly.

I know this evaluation of games and my concept of “depth” are both rather subjective. In content-heavy games, this kind of “depth“ can be hidden content, endgame content, side quests, and lore. In mechanics-focused games, depth and longevity are facilitated by game design(tm).

The recipe for popularity?

The funnel goes like this: First Impression > Accessibility > Innovation > Core Loop > Scope > Depth. At every stage, you lose some players, or potential players. If a potential player doesn’t hear about your game, that’s it. If a player looks at a let’s play or a review, and doesn’t understand what the game is about, that’s it. If your game is reviewed by a professional site, you can expect that they play through the main content. The longer players stay with your game, the more relevant game design(tm) will become.

Depth is beyond the scope of a review, but it will make people stick with your game for longer, and can make players show or recommend it to friends.

Depth and scope will make people stick with your game for longer, and make your game show up in Steam and Discord friend lists.

An engaging core loop will lead to good reviews and probably also good user scores.

Unfortunately, good game design is usually not the limiting factor, because we live in a word where we are bombarded with new game releases every day, and we have to decide which ones to buy, which free ones to download and play, or even which reviews to read, because there are just so many games that the limiting factor is time and getting attention in the first place, not how good - or “fun”, or “engaging” - the game actually is.

AAA studios already have our attention, or at least the attention of big gaming news sites, so they can compete for making the game with the best shooting or the biggest open world. AAA studios have an easier time getting a consistent player base for online matchmaking. In contrast to this, indies have to compete for attention in the first place.

However, once you have the attention of players and reviewers, you still have to convince them that your game is any good.

[apkmama]

A Detailed Guide On How To Make An App For Free

If your concept for a mobile app is fantastic, this is the upcoming utility, game, or method of social expression that will go viral. In any case, you think this is fantastic and want to spread the word about it to everyone. If you are wondering where should you start regarding how to make an app for free, read on.

It is crucial to develop your idea first. You can mentally create a rough draught of your application, but have you considered all the minor things that set a great application apart from a mediocre one? It's crucial to take a seat and reflect on the overall mobile app experience for a few minutes.

Everyone believes that their concepts are brilliant, don't they? How can you comprehend that others find the idea for a mobile application you created intriguing regarding how to make an app for free? Turn your inner circle into a cordon sanitaire to evaluate the viability of ideas:

Once you have a concept that works, test it to see if it is as effective as you believe it to be. There are a tonne of excellent applications that perform essentially the same function, but for one reason or another, some stand out and are well-liked while others are not. Your app doesn't need to be ranked first in the store to be well-liked or successful. But he must at least appear normal regarding how to make an app for free.

It might be difficult to learn how to create apps, especially if you have no prior experience. But it's conceivable. Particularly if your concept focuses on the distinctiveness of the features rather than the technologies themselves, like Flappy Bird. The application process is simple. But it was a fascinating and original idea. Check out the Apple Passbook right now.

The concept is really straightforward, but the technology that protect your data, connect to merchants, connect to your fingerprint, and other things like that are fairly complicated. Consider the case when you require cutting-edge technology for an app that utilises a device in a unique way. Then, creating the app from scratch can be challenging.

Now, compared to learning to programme on your own, things will be a little simpler if you choose to pay someone to develop your application. However, the issue of cost naturally emerges here. The benefits of using an office over doing it yourself are numerous. They have knowledge. So they are already aware of all the development's potential hazards. They'll create a quick and optimised application. It won't have a bad design concerning how to make an app for free.

However, you must be certain that the people you hire are qualified. Finding a company that will listen to your story and thoroughly comprehend it prior to beginning the code-writing process is the first and most important step in this process. Many people want to begin creating right away and billing you, but this is not the appropriate approach.

Let's say you don't have any programming experience and are solely driven by a strong want to create. Learning at least one programming language is the first step. Currently, Java or Kotlin can be used to create Android applications if you want to learn how to create apps. However, if you want to work as a professional developer, Kotlin is preferred. Then you must be able to at least "read" Java (and better write in it). It is important regarding how to make an app for free.

These languages have very similar syntax, share the same fundamental ideas, and are quite similar in their operation. We begin with Java at our Android development department and transition to Kotlin in the middle of our studies. The graduate is thus totally ready to pursue a career as an Android developer. You must know this regarding how to make an app for free.

[veworero]

Java lwjgl 3 tutorial

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: Contains bindings to stb, a set of single-file public domain libraries. : Contains bindings to LibOVR, the Oculus SDK library. Contains bindings to the OpenGL ES, a royalty-free, cross-platform API for full-function 2D and 3D graphics on embedded systems - including consoles, phones, appliances and vehicles. So lets get started with the Shader class. But before we do that, we should load the shaders and compile them, that is what we are going to look for now. In this tutorial, we are going to draw our first triangle onto the screen. In the previous tutorial, we have got some theory on the GLSL language, and we learnt some of the syntax. Welcome to the fifth part of the LWJGL Tutorial Series. Using OpenAL (by Jesse Maurais) 2D Space Invaders with LWJGL renderer (by Kevin Glass) 2D/3D Asteroids using LWJGL (includes game framework) (by Kevin Glass) 2D Scrolling Shoot'Em up - A Java Prototyp tribute. Here you will find documentation for LWJGL. The immediate drawing mode, as well as many other things, was deprecated in OpenGL 3.0, but many of the same principles still apply Documentation. In this tutorial I will use the immediate drawing mode.

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By the end of this tutorial you will have learned how to draw coloured primitive two-dimensional shapes: LWJGL OpenGL drawing. So I found your website, and now, I am trying to beg you to help me. I found LWJGL library, and I found your videos on youtube, in which you mention that if one would want to be coached to see the video description. This entry was posted in LWJGL Tutorials and tagged display, framebuffer, howto, java game development, He is only expecting 2D, but I don't want to do 2D. Updating will fix some input bugs where keys seem to. The Minecraft launcher automatically updates to the latest version of LWJGL. Essentially, it is what Minecraft uses for graphics, sound, and input.

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1 What is LWJGL? 2 Why update? 3 Where to download 3.1 Notes 4 What to replace 4.1 All operating systems 4.2 Windows 4.3 Mac 4.4 GNU/Linux 5 Resources LWJGL is the LightWeight Java Game Library.These buffers are mainly used for short lived operations, or for data that is transferred to the GPU and does not need to be present in the process memory Instead, LWJGL 3 proposes two methods for buffer management: Auto-managed buffers, that is, buffers that are automatically collected by the Garbage Collector.I really doubt you'll find any LWJGL 3 tutorials because its still not had a 1.0 release yet, If you're new to LWJGL or Java I strongly recommend not using an untested library. I learned a lot from Oscar from TheCodingUniverce, here's his playlist.

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Apparently, you guys like these tutorials, and not my others, so here it is.Source Code - channel.

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Twitter this video we take a look at how to create Flappy Bird from scratch in Java, using LWJGL 3 for OpenGL.

For porting existing LWJGL 2 code to LWJGL 3, see the migration guide For more code examples, see the LWJGL samples and the lwjgl3-demos repository (nightly build required).

LWJGL comes with rich documentation, you can browse the javadoc online starting here.For more information, FAQ, guides and tutorials visit the wiki.The Memory FAQ, Bindings FAQ and Troubleshooting pages are especially useful.

This comes at a cost: You now need to carefully specify the dependencies one by one. Now the base code is much more modular, and we can be more selective in the packages that we want to use instead of using a giant monolithic jar file.

LWJGL 3.1 introduced some changes in the way that the project is built.

For older hardware there will possibly be an OpenGL 2.1 version available In the course of the tutorial we will use OpenGL 3.2 Core Profile for creating a small game with shaders.

This tutorial is for anyone who wants to get started with the new version of the Lightweight Java Game Library.

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LWJGL 3 2D Video Tutorial Series « on: April 03, 2015, 11:54:49 » Hi Guys, In tandem with the textual tutorial series I've been working on I've also just started a video series if you guys are wanting to check it out! Here's the link to the tutorials: Setting up a Project to use LWJGL in Eclipse.

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Project terbentuk dan buatlah class baru, misal dengan nama LWJGLMain (Klik Kanan -> New -> Java Class).Home Lwjgl 3 2d tutorial LWJGL 3 2D Video Tutorial Serie Untuk selain windows, folder native library yang dipakai menyesuaikan. Parameter tersebut untuk memberitahu Netbeans Letak Eksternal Native library yang dipakai oleh LWJGL, cek/eksplore pada folder tersebut untuk memastikan file dll ada.

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Technically Jongtae; Cursed; PG

tfw the stray kitty you’ve had for years is actually a cursed human and then you accidentally break the curse

look at these v important witchy gwisook Looks

“Wait, you want us to make you a cat again?” Eunsook asks. Finally she doesn’t look amused by everything anymore and is frowning in confusion at Jonghyun. It’s Taemin that answers though, as he nods and steps forward.

“He liked being a cat,” he says, “and, I mean. I liked him being my cat.”

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The sun is warm on the back of Taemin’s neck as he sits in the dirt, warm and pleasant and friendly. He reaches under his lamb’s ear plant and grabs another handful of clovers, pinching them at the roots and tugging them out of the earth. Glancing them over quickly for any lucky ones, he tosses them behind him in the growing pile of weeds. If he squints between the fuzzy leaves he can see a clump of sourgrass is next and he sighs, tugging his glove tighter before plunging his hand back in. He hates pulling these.

 He scuffs up the dirt a little bit under them to hopefully make this easier, then grabs as close to the ground as possible and prays. Teeth digging into his bottom lip, he pulls and grins wide when he feels the satisfying give of a whole root instead of the mocking snap of the stems just breaking off in his fingers. Nice. He pulls the flowers out, plucks off one with a thicker stem, wipes it down with the damp rag he stuck in the collar of his shirt, and puts the end in his mouth to chew while he works. Nice.

 And then not nice, for two seconds later a stray bit of pollen invades his nose and he sneezes, the flower falling out of his mouth and into the dirt.

 “Shit,” he mumbles as he sniffles and rubs his nose. A meow answers him; looking up, he finds the stray cat that decided to move into his garden some years ago creeping out of the lamb’s ear bush. The look the cat is giving him is judgemental and he snorts, reaching over to boop his head. “Sorry, majesty, did I wake you?” he asks. The cat just nuzzles into his hand and then rubs up against his side. Taemin scritches behind his ears fondly. His light golden brown coat looks especially lovely today in the sun.

 “No food yet, kitty,” he mumbles, petting down his back lazily. He knows this little shit isn’t above whining until Taemin feeds him, but Taemin also knows that he is perfectly capable of nabbing a bird or something whenever he wants. He’s busy and the cat can wait until he’s done to be given food on a badly handmade ceramic platter.

 “You can have a treat, though,” he says, and pulls out the treat packet he keeps in his garden bag. He ignores the cat’s smug little kitty grin when he pulls out a treat and holds it out in his hand. He’s cute and he knows that Taemin knows that and can’t resist it. “Little shit,” Taemin murmurs fondly. The cat noms up the treat, rubs against Taemin’s leg with a happy purr, and then slinks up to his front porch and into Taemin’s lounge chair. Taemin rolls his eyes and goes back to his weeding.

 When he’s done he gathers up his pile and dumps it into his compost bin, brushes dirt off of his jeans, and pulls off his gloves. Grimacing at his sweaty hands, he wipes them on his sides as he hops up his porch steps. The kitty is still there in his chair, all curled up and having a nice nap. Taemin heads inside, tosses his gloves and bag on the floor next to the door, grabs a water bottle from the fridge, and scoots back outside.

 “Shoo,” he says to the cat as he nears his chair. The cat looks up at him lazily, blinks slowly, and only slips off of the chair when Taemin makes gentle flappy hands at him. Then, once Taemin has sat himself down and gotten comfortable, the cat hops right back up into his lap and curls up. Taemin snorts softly, grinning to himself as he pets his back with one hand and checks his phone with the other. He loves this cat.

 Even when he decides to be a little nuisance after a while of just sitting together and relaxing, standing up in Taemin’s lap and nuzzling all over his stomach, and then his chest, and then putting his little paws on Taemin’s shirt to press his face into Taemin’s neck. Taemin laughs, tickled by his fur and whiskers, and puts his hands on the cat’s side.

 “Hey, hey, hey,” he says softly. “Chill.” The cat doesn’t chill; he nuzzles closer, purring loudly as he rubs his face all over Taemin’s neck and cheek. Taemin sighs as he pets his back. The little bub gets all clingy like this sometimes and doesn’t let Taemin go until he’s sufficiently fluffed up and pampered.

 “What do you want, huh?” Taemin asks, petting him gently with both hands, one after the other. “Brat. C’mere.” He picks the cat up, tutting softly in warning before he even tries to cling to Taemin’s shirt with his claws, and holds him up just to put him back down on his knees. At least here he can pet him easier, without cat fur in his mouth. “What?” he asks, smiling at how he tries to wiggle from Taemin’s hold. “I’m paying attention to you,” he says. Scratching behind his ears with one hand, he wiggles his fingers gently against the side of his tum with the other.

 “How else am I supposed to love you?” he asks. “I’m not a cat. I’m not going to lick you clean.” He boops under the kitty’s little chin with a finger, then scritches gently. “Want me to kiss you?” he asks. “I’ll kiss you, look. Mwah.” He leans forward and gently presses his lips to the top of the cat’s head. “There. Now you’re all loved--”

 He’s interrupted in his lazy murmurs by the cat making a strange cat noise he’s never heard before, and then by the cat literally glowing in his hands.

 He blinks, extremely confused, as the cat glows brighter with light orange and mint green light. Then, as if that wasn’t fucking weird enough, he floats--up off of Taemin’s lap, out of his hands, and just hovers a few inches above Taemin’s knees, soft tail twitching in the wind.

 “What the fuck,” Taemin says loudly, and then all at once there’s a bright flash of light that has Taemin scrunching his eyes shut and cursing again.

 When he opens his eyes, that cat is gone; instead, sprawled gracelessly over his porch and looking even more confused and bewildered than Taemin, is a naked human.

 Their skin is the same sunkissed golden color as the cat’s fur, a little mole sits between their collarbones in the same spot as the cat’s little white patch, and their eyes are the same exact shade of dark warm brown that the cat’s were. Taemin decides to be polite and not to look below their waist as they blink back up at him.

 “What the fuck,” he says again.

 “I can explain,” the human says.

 Taemin sure fucking hopes they can.

 ~

 “This is them?”

 “Yeah.”

 “You’re sure?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Like, really--”

 “Yes, Taemin, I know a witch hut when I see one.”

 “A witch hut.” Taemin looks over the quaint little apartment quickly: plastic fall flowers playfully stuck to the door, a hanging aloe plant over the porch, a box of dirty shoes and towels pushed under a tea table. He looks back to Jonghyun with a cocked brow; the ex-cat huffs and rubs the back of his head.

 “Look, I hung around here a lot when they first cursed me trying to get them to change me back,” he mumbles. “I know this is them.”

 “If you say so,” Taemin shrugs. He walks up the little steps and pushes the doorbell on the side. Jonghyun stands close next to and a little behind him, slipping his hands around Taemin’s forearm to hold anxiously. Taemin can’t help but smile to himself. Cute clingy kitty, cute clingy human.

 The door opens after another few moments and they’re met with someone with dark black hair pushed back from their forehead and buzzed short on the sides. Taemin isn’t sure which one she is; Jonghyun said Gwiboon was the loud one and Eunsook was the smug one. He smiles as friendly as he can anyway and holds the open flaps of his jacket for lack of anything better to do with his hands.

 “Hi,” he says. “I’m Taemin, and this is--”

 He doesn’t get to finish his introduction because as he spoke, the witch glanced over both him and Jonghyun behind him, and when her eyes landed on Jonghyun, her face split wide into a grin. She interrupts Taemin with a loud cackle, throwing her head back as she turns around and walks back inside. She pushes the front door open further and flaps a hand at them in a becking sort of way as she goes, so with a bewildered look at a very blushie and pouty Jonghyun, Taemin tentatively steps inside.

 He’s guessing that one was Gwiboon. They follow her laughter through the house into a living room, where she’s slouched herself into a cushy bean bag pile and is still giggling into her hands. On the couch, another witch looks up, this one with a rumpled white dress shirt and round glasses tucked neatly into mussed light brown hair. As soon as she sees Jonghyun she smiles too, a knowing, smug little smirk that makes Taemin confirm her as Eunsook.

 “Oh,” she says. “The catcaller is back.”

 “I’m sorry, what?” Taemin says. That is new information to him and he turns to look at Jonghyun accusingly. Jonghyun is very intently not looking back at him, face scrunched up in a cringe even as he curls his fingers into Taemin’s arm. Taemin wiggles his arm away a his brows rise into his hair. What the fuck.

 “Oh my god, he didn’t tell them,” Gwiboon says, and her following laughter is even louder than before. Taemin looks over to watch Eunsook turning around on the couch to rest her chin on the back cushions and raise one eyebrow.

 “What did he tell you was the reason we cursed him into a cat?” she asks. Taemin glances back at Jonghyun’s long and loud sigh. He has his face in his hands and Taemin turns back to Eunsook with a snort.

 “He just said ‘reasons,’” he says. He was a little more preoccupied with helping his six year cat suddenly turned human to ask him to extrapolate. “I wouldn’t have bothered with this if I knew why,” he mutters. Like. Ew. Suddenly he’s on the witches’ side.

 “Ask him what he said specifically,” Eunsook grins.

 “Okay,” Jonghyun says loudly. He huffs and holds his hands out, frowning between all three of them. “Maybe I used to suffer under toxic masculinity and maybe I was a super fucking closeted aro enby and maybe I had a lot of shitty dudebro friends that I couldn’t stop being friends with for lack of any other friends and for fear of violence and maybe when they started harassing people on the street I half-assed a comment or two just so they wouldn’t turn on me and maybe it would’ve been better for you two if I stood up to them but maybe I didn’t feel like potentially outing myself that day,” he hisses. He scowls at the two witches, but then sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe I was a big scaredy cat,” he mumbles. He pouts at the carpet, shuffling it with the too-big shoe Taemin gave him to wear to this visit. Taemin snorts again, but also feels less gross on the inside. That’s good enough for him.

 “Too bad, so sad,” Gwi drawls from her bean pile. “You didn’t see me being a fuckboy when I was a tiny scared closeted baby.”

 “Wow, good for you, you’re so morally superior to the rest of us in every way,” Jonghyun snaps. Taemin muffles a giggle into his hand while Eunsook rolls her eyes. “Why didn’t you curse them too?” Jonghyun whines. “Why only me?”

 “Oh, no, we got them too,” Eunsook says brightly. She glances to some decorations on a shelf next to the tv. Taemin follows her gaze to many neat little rows of cute ceramic cats. Oh, he thinks.

 “Oh,” Jonghyun says.

 “We went easy on you because we knew you were a tiny sprout in a field of weeds,” Eunsook shrugs. She turns to Taemin with a little grin. “We may or may not stalk our targets for a little bit before we curse them just to figure out what cat statue would fit them best,” she tells him. Taemin nods approvingly. He’s never met a witch before, but he feels like if he was ever to be cursed, he’d want one that would take that extra step for personalization.

 “Honestly, we did you a favor,” Gwiboon says. “Are you or are you not extremely fucking catkin?”

 “I mean,” Jonghyun says. “Maybe, yeah, but--”

 “And are you or are you not extremely ro repulsed?”

 “Well, yeah, but--”

“So how was turning you into a cat that could only be changed back by true love’s kiss a problem?”

 “Okay, yeah, maybe it was a dream come true, and even though I’m here to ask you to turn me into a cat again anyway, like. Just. Fuck you anyway,” Jonghyun grumbles.

 “Wait, you want us to make you a cat again?” Eunsook asks. Finally she doesn’t look amused by everything anymore and is frowning in confusion at Jonghyun. It’s Taemin that answers though, as he nods and steps forward.

 “He liked being a cat,” he says, “and, I mean. I liked him being my cat.” He pouts, reaching for Jonghyun’s wrist to hold up his hand. “Look at this,” he says. “This isn’t an adorable little kitty paw. How is this supposed to cheer me up after a long day?” He drops Jonghyun’s hand. “I don’t need a roommate, I need a garden cat that purrs in my ear and nuzzles my tum.” He’s never gonna find another one like Jonghyun in a million years.

 “And how am I supposed to just go back to being a human after so long?” Jonghyun whines. “It’s been six years, and it’s not like I have any documentation or anything anymore, like--the government and my family probably think I’m dead, but I don’t like thinking about that because it makes me cry, and--” He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath and then let it out in a short huff. When he opens his eyes, he’s pouting again. “I just wanna be a cat again,” he says. “Cats don’t need to have genders, and when I’m plagued by my soul crushing depression Taemin can pet me and make me feel better, and he has the softest little bush that’s a great anxiety nest, and no one gets mad at a cat for being an insomniac and sleeping whenever I can, and I don’t have to have my soul crushed any further by capitalism, and. Please?” he whines.

 Taemin watches Eunsook raise her brows at him, then turn to glance at Gwiboon. Gwiboon snorts and runs her fingers through her hair.

 “I think you’re forgetting that we don’t like you,” she says. Jonghyun huffs and crosses his arms, a petulant little bub. Taemin rolls his eyes and scoots forward to lean his hands on the back of the couch.

 “What about me then?” he asks. “I’ve never been a fuckboy and I want my cat back. I can’t afford all the shit that comes with adopting a real cat. What am I gonna do, try to seduce some random stray?” It wouldn’t be the same. A real stray cat wouldn’t understand him when he tells them to shoo off of his lounge chair, for one. And they would probably have an average cat lifespan, too, and now that Taemin is thinking about it, he really can’t handle death at all. He wants his magic cat back. Even if he did used to be a fuckboy.

 He does that thing where he nibbles on his lower lip and scrunches his eyebrows because he knows it makes him look adorable and pitiful. It works, he thinks; Gwiboon looks at him and sighs and rolls over in her beanbag pile. Eunsook dosen’t look away, but she does snort and reach up to poke his cheek.

 “I mean,” she says. “They did fall in love with a cat and break the curse. They’re a good human.”

 “Did we make it a rule in the curse that it could only be broken by good humans?” Gwiboon asks. Her voice is muffled into the beans.

 “I think it was only by good human women,” Eunsook says. “Because, you know, the misogyny thing.”

 “I’m a girl sometimes,” Taemin says.

 “Neat,” Gwiboon says. She rolls over and shrugs, flicking her hair out of her eyes. “You’re too cute and I wanna squish you and buy you things. I guess we can make him a cat again, for you,” she says.

 “Nice,” Taemin hisses. Jonghyun hops in excitement behind him and clings to his arm again to nuzzle his shoulder happily.

 ~

 “So…,” Taemin says. He sips his water bottle and looks across his kitchen table at Jonghyun sipping another water bottle. “They said you just had to think about changing to switch back and forth?” Eunsook and Gwiboon wouldn’t let him into their little spell room when they put their magic on Jonghyun again, but apparently they made him into a shapeshifter and explained all of the details to him then. Jonghyun nods, lower lip puffed out as he stares at his hand, opening and closing his fingers.

 “Mmhmm,” he hums. “You really don’t mind me living in here for a few days while I get the hang of it?” he asks.

 “Would you rather get the hang of it with them or in my garden?” Taemin asks, cocking a brow. Jonghyun blushes a faint pink, but chuckles all the same, shrugging and leaning back.

 “I guess not,” he says. “Thanks.”

 “No problem,” Taemin says. He wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t mean it. “Do, um,” he says slowly. “Would you wanna be… an inside cat? From now on?” He squishes his water bottle gently for lack of anything better to do with his hands. This feels a little bit like asking a whole entire human to live with him, not one that’s going to be a cat for the majority of the rest of his life, but he still feels like he should offer. Jonghyun shakes his head, though, glancing out of his window.

 “I like it outside,” he says. “That little towel nest you made me in your shed is so warm and comfy at night and in the rain.”

 “Oh, good,” Taemin breathes. “I‘d been feeling kind of bad that I couldn’t buy you like, an actual soft kitty bed or whatever.” Jonghyun laughs at that, giggles into his water bottle.

 “I’m not a luxury cat,” he grins. “I wouldn’t say no to an extra fuzzy blanket or a little stuffed animal friend, though,” he says. Taemin snorts.

 “Sure,” he says. He can do that. “Any other requests?” he asks, cocking a brow. Jonghyun smothers a guilty little smile in his hand, then looks at his fingers again, squints at his nails. Taemin thinks he’s trying to extend and retract them like he could with his kitty claws. After another few seconds he shrugs and takes another sip of his water.

 “Not really?” he says. “You’re a good human and I liked being your cat.”

 “Oh,” Taemin says. He smiles wide, trying not to look too proud and probably failing at it. He’s a good human and a good cat parent. That’s all he ever wanted out of life. “No music requests or anything?” he asks. He can’t imagine that he already has all of Jonghyun’s favorite bands and songs in his playlists for when he does work outside. Jonghyun has to miss some from when he had his own control over what he listened to. Jonghyun hums, squints at the ceiling, thinks.

 “Less metal, more ballads,” he shrugs. Taemin snorts, shaking his head fondly. He hates ballads and loves metal.

 “Compromise for slow but still rad guitar solos?” he offers. Jonghyun grins back.

 “Sure,” he says. “And I know you watch Pokémon every week inside on your laptop. Can you watch it outside with me instead? I really miss--”

 He stops himself short by suddenly just turning into a cat. Taemin blinks, watching the cat make a very confused kitty noise and fall to plop into the seat of the chair. He hears a little thud and many skitters next and deduces that Jonghyun fell off of the chair and onto the tile of his kitchen floor. He leans down to peep under the table to confirm and finds him half tangled in the sweater he was wearing two seconds ago.

 “Uh,” he says. Jonghyun looks at him with big kitty eyes, ears flat and tail twitching in embarrassment. A grin grows wide on Taemin’s face as Jonghyun quickly slinks away into his living room, and by the time he comes back as a naked human with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Taemin has his head on the table and can’t stop giggling.

 “Thanks again for letting me stay in here while I get the hang of this,” Jonghyun says loudly. Taemin can’t stop laughing long enough to reply.

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

Dean Kat OTP ASKS!!!!

6. Hates the in-laws.

Lol, what in-laws? Not a problem when your family is dead.

1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold. 

Dean, but not always. If there’s a hunt on the line, he’ll shove any discomfort under the rug, but God help anyone around if there’s no case. He’ll whine and whine and reminisce about the Apocalypse until Kat suggests knocking him out with a frying pan because the NyQuil isn’t working fast enough.

2. Gets mad at the TV and throws the remote. 

Neither one will throw it, per say, but they’re both very avid screamers. Remotes wouldn’t be thrown unless things get personal, like something on the news hitting a nerve, or Kat manually changing the channel during Dr. Sexy MD.

3. Gets the worst road rage.

Katherine. Dean blows the horn and honks, but Kat grew up around LA traffic, so she’s used to letting out a string of curse words that make Dean’s eyes go wide, and weaving back and forth in tight spaces with her tiny car. Another reason Dean hates letting her drive.

4. Spends too much time in the bathroom on their phone. 

Kat, probably. She just kind of zones out and forgets where she is.

5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip. 

Neither one of them. They’re both used to packing light, though Kat’s usually more prepared than Dean is.

6. Hates the in-laws. 

Lol, what in-laws? Not a problem when your family is dead.

7. Hits the snooze button…11 times. 

Dean. Kat is an early bird, and Dean will take all the sleep he can get.

8. Makes the other late for work. 

Dean, for sure. He’s not accustomed to having a job and schedule, needing or wanting to be places at a specific time every day. Kat tries her best to whip him into shape, and not let him affect her, but he always manages to find a way to delay her - whether it be impromptu kisses or him getting frustrated with his laptop or finding a break on a new case. She hates him for it.

9. Uses the television as a babysitter. 

Kat’s more likely to leave the child with the television and hope that it occupies them so she can get some time to herself. Dean is more likely to sit with a child in front of a television - with no regard as to what is on - so that they’ll just shut up.

10. Takes in the stray dog. 

Both of them are the type to pretend they’re inconvenienced at every turn. They’re only keeping the dog for the night, they’re only buying toys so the dog doesn’t scratch up the Impala seats, they’re only letting them sleep on the bed so they don’t have to listen to the whining. But they’re both softies at heart, so they fall for the dog fast.

11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s. 

Dean. Kat doesn’t need to have her arm twisted.

12. Leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over. 

Dean, for sure. And he’ll do it on purpose too, just to see if she’ll trip while she’s reading a text. She usually doesn’t though.

13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner. 

Kat. If it was up to Dean, they’d have burgers 75% of the time, and Chinese the other 25%. And he always orders the same thing. Kat’s desperate for a little more variety, but she takes her time making a decision. It drives Dean mental.

14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments. 

Dean. He’s not used to having any appointments - just being out on the open road and going wherever he pleases. Kat has to get a big calendar and write everything in red so he can keep track of it.

15. Bribes the other into doing chores, getting out of the house…and taking a shower. 

Kat. Always, always, always Kat. She bribes him with food, she bribes him with sex. For the most part, Dean doesn’t mind doing chores - he likes lawn maintenance and doing dishes. Other things, like laundry or grocery shopping, not so much. Plus, when he’s hung up on something, it’s hard to get him going again.

16. Picks the movies. 

Dean. Kat doesn’t have too many opinions, and Dean has enough for both of them. She doesn’t mind. It’s good to watch him be so ridiculously passionate about something outside of hunting.

17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort. 

Kat, probably. She has the benefit of experience building forts, something Dean didn’t have the luxury of as a child.

18. Kisses the other’s injuries better. 

Dean. They’ve both patched each other up more times than they can count, but an extra kiss on the bandage is Dean’s kind of thing. He’s a little more comfortable showing affection. Even after they’re officially together, Kat’s simply not used to the gestures.

19. Is addicted to angry birds, game of war, candy crush, temple run, or flappy bird. 

Dean. As soon as Kat gets him a phone that’s not a flip burner cell, he starts tapping and exploring and can’t seem to stop. Kat seriously regrets her decisions.

20. Kills the spiders. 

Neither of them make a huge deal about it, but after spending so much time in grimy hotels or sleeping outside, Dean’s a little less shocked by them than Kat is.

21. Hogs the blankets. 

Kat. Luckily, Dean doesn’t take that shit lying down, and will pull her and the blankets back whether he wakes her up or not.

22. Takes pranks too far. 

Dean. For sure. I.E. the time he put her phone number up on a dating site because she messed with his cassettes. She didn’t speak to him for a week.

23. Makes the dirty jokes. 

Psh. Dean. Like that’s a question.

24. Keeps a piggy bank. 

Kat. Piggy bank implies having one place to keep your change, which is more Kat’s speed. Dean saves his change, but it’s spread everywhere from the floor of the Impala to the pockets of every jacket and jeans, to the bottom of his duffel.

25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast. 

Dean. Kat implores him to at least make it a banana split so he can get some fruit in his system.

26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk. 

Also Dean. Kat cackles when he wakes up with her name in an uneven scrawl across his hip, but he’s only pissed because it looks uneven. He goes back sober to get it touched up, maybe embellished a little. Kat’s too flustered for words when she finds out he didn’t just have it covered up.

27. Trips over their own feet. 

Dean. Kat’s usually more graceful than that.

28. Makes the other go for a walk. 

Kat. She likes running. Dean thinks that she’s crazy, and resents when she bribes him into coming with her. Sure, the post-workout sex is great, but at what cost?

29. Whines until they get what they want. 

Dean will whine and annoy his way to victory. Kat’s more likely to fight and stand her ground until Dean gives in to avoid a fight.

30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t. 

This is a basic summary of both of their personalities.

31. Talks the most, says the least. 

Dean probably talks more to fill the silence, or talks about movies and television and music and cases, but doesn’t ever share anything about himself. Still, Kat’s usually pretty good about guessing what’s going on in his head.

32. Talks the least, says the most.

Kat’s more quiet all around. It takes him time, but Dean slowly learns how to read her. He prides himself on being one of the few people that can.

[larryficworks]

⭐Strangers In The Night by kingsofeverything (9k)

Louis never thought he’d meet his soulmate.

Harry never thought he’d meet a vampire.

⭐The Lion Man by iwillpaintasongforlou (13k)

Louis is a vampire who loves tattoos and piercings as much as he loves a good feed. Harry is a biology student who gets dragged to a vampire bar (really, of all places) by his friends and happens to have blood that tastes like maraschino cherries. They're both a bit addicted and they're neither a bit ashamed.

⭐Away With The Fairies by Snowy38 (23k) (need ao3 account)

Harry liked pretty things.

Mostly the ornate flowers that grew around him, the trees majestically climbing towards the sky, sometimes the little colourful birds that flitted around in the branches of those trees.

Harry's wings themselves were considered beautiful, big butterfly-like shaped things glistening pink in the light but white underneath, almost translucent.

He fluttered them behind him, feeling the breeze brushing off them. He was high up where he could see the most, studiously watching the human life on the ground below.

He shouldn't be here of course, he was beyond the borders of the part of the forest where his kind lived, but he couldn't help it.

Because Harry had found the prettiest thing of all.

⭐Sing You Butterflies by objectlesson (23k)

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

---

or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

⭐Run and I'll Give Chase by orphan_account (25k)

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

⭐Darkest Night Hour by YesIsAWorld (25k)

After spending thirty-five years hiding out with his face buried in ancient vampire texts, Louis comes back to New York City. While Louis is adjusting to city life in the modern age, Zayn just wants his clan to finally win at trivia nights. Louis needs to make a major decision and he's running out of time. The last thing he expects is to meet someone like Harry, who might be the solution to all of their problems.

⭐love is divine by stylinsoncity (26k)

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

⭐Bewitched by Snowy38 (29k) (need ao3 account)

"I've got Louis."

He didn't mean it to come out that menacing but the naturally deep lilt of his voice wasn't helping. The female on the other end of the phone gave a hysterical squeal.

"Please! Don't hurt him!"

Harry frowned, lip protruding sullenly in mild offence.

"I'm not-I'm not going to hurt him," he argued.

"What do you want?" The woman cried, voice wobbling with emotion.

Harry frowned.

"I want Louis," he answered because wasn't that much already obvious? Maybe Louis' family were just really thick.

⭐Tied to Fate by littlelouishiccups (52k) (need ao3 account)

After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.

⭐finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright (67k) (need ao3 account)

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

⭐May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by LoadedGunn (74k)

Harry thought he had a handle on things. He hasn’t gotten papped in over a month, even the most zealous of fans have given up on finding his location, the Fortress is starting to look hospitable, and Niall just learned how to make shrimp bisque. Even having a massive crush on a gorgeous mythical woodland creature was working out for him.

Most of the time.

On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads.

The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

(Liam is a centaur.)

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“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.