#I love you remedy entertainment

[red-akara]

Undoubtedly one of the coolest things Remedy has ever pulled off in a game.

[drkiezalel]

I love Ilkka's peculiar way of typing on the typewriter with his index fingers ~

[neverendingdumptser]

Ilkka fans, come get your crumbs

[saikkunen]

Two artists collaborating, remember?

[xylathesilkwing]

SERVICE WEAPON IN BIO

[darko-777]

REPOST

Pretty, pretty man

[tinyclowndancer]

pspspsps porretta besties from the dark place who refused to bring this song to its end here's a little something for you. 🎙️

[katcreatesthings]

ALAN WAKE II "INVITATION"

[bunny-heels]

How touch starved do you think Alex really is? I feel like initially he's not one for touching at all. But if it's someone he cares about, even platonically and they're super important to him he just... melts if they touch him. He won't show it of course. BUT YEAH. What do you think about Alex and the touch starved thing?

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT

OK SO

when him and Miranda split he probably had a lot of nights of just holding pillows and blankets in his sleep, keeping a couch cushion on one of his thighs, hugging himself in private without realizing it, maybe at a desk when he was listening to someone he would put one hand on top of the other on the surface and hold his own fingers. small things to give him the illusion that someone else was there.

i do think he's still touch-starved, very much, but i believe its one of those things that he never really thinks about anymore because well, he just works all the time and lets it run through his mind a lot by choice, plus he now has people that he cares about that he can be around and they fulfill his need of company by just existing around him, so he doesn't really NEED the touchiness.

but. i also like the idea that, when alone with Saga or someone very close to him, and that person begins lightly touching him, but nonstop? a hand that's continuously massaging one of his shoulders, or rubbing up and down his back, or fingers in his hair, or an arm wrapped around his shoulder?

man turns into a silent MESS. like an actual pitbull that whines when you stop petting it. he gives silent approval throughout the whole thing by not moving away, but in his brain he's like "please don't stop please keep patting me and hugging me and holding me and having your hands on me please please please".

and he tries SO hard not to move in a way that mistakes for him not enjoying it. maybe he'll just relax his body, maybe a gentle sigh. if they're lucky, he'll literally scoot like an inch or two closer to them. it they're VERY lucky, he might even work up the courage to put his hand on them as well, on their shoulder or the side of their thigh.

and when that person stops, he'll try to hide it but he will FEEL and LOOK SO SAD. he'll look away for a second and take a small breath and compose himself but deep down he's like "no no no no please don't stop please i was having such a good time i don't want this to end please please please"

and that very very very special moment when someone gives him a hug. ooohhhh. ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoohhhhh. oh he takes a second to realize that it's actually happening but when he does he HOLDS that person. he does NOT want to let them go. hands supporting their back, chin that's ever so close to resting on the shoulder or the top of the head, chest against chest [he's hoping so so so hard that they can't feel his heart beat]. he could pass out with a smile he's so happy.

bonus stuff with Saga cause of course.

i imagine a scenario where she's been very close to him most of the day on a case or just around the offices, standing right behind him so her chest is on his back or his arm, hand on the shoulder as a friendly lean, patting the side of his arm when talking to him. at the end of the day he seems like he's in he's usual normal poker face mood but something is off. she can't help but give him at least ONE profile, just to make sure he's okay.

"Something missing from home Old soul looking for shelter So selfish to ask more from someone who gives me more than enough Desperate Case Casey"

and she could just, start bawling her eyes out just from that.

so when they're at her place, and she sits on the couch, she offers him a spot. he takes it, and of course he hopes for a least a hand near the leg, or for her to be a few inches closer than usual.

then she just, straight up sits right next to him and puts her head on his shoulder while they watch TV. he's SO taken aback. he can't process it fully. before he has time to ask, she's already talking to keep him from questioning it. "I think the day went pretty well." "I wonder if we should take that case up town." "This show looks good, I've seen this actor before." he gets no chance to speak. he just sits there with this closeness put on him so suddenly. but after a few seconds, he finally leans back into the couch and tries to calm his breathing and his heart. he's glued his eyes to the TV screen, avoiding eye contact. but she can read him, and she's so happy knowing that in his head, he's practically screaming with joy that his body is just too in shock to be able to express.

[prototypelq]

Reasons to look up/play (if you can) Alan Wake 2:

- this in-universe ad

- multiple music numbers

[mashkara45]

[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

I finally read through This House of Dreams and GOD I LOVE POETRY AND THE REMEDY CONNECTED UNIVERSE

[wondrouswendy]

Out of My Hands and Into Your Heart, Chapter 15 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Casey/Alan Wake, Alan Wake/Alice Wake, Fictional Alex Casey/Alan Wake, Alan Wake & Barry Wheeler Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Romance, Humor, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Dysfunctional Relationships, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon-Typical Violence, Miscommunication, Bisexual Disaster Alan Wake, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Character Study, Depression, Not Everything Will Be Warned For To Avoid Story Spoilers

While it's not a Valentine's-centric chapter today, it is an update to the fic! This chapter is the last of the interlude chapters before the story moves onto the Sudden Stop... and we all know what's coming (unless you don't in which case make sure you buy yourself a box of tissues). If you click through, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think of the chapter!!

[masturbatress]

Alan Wake (revisited)

It's extremely Finnish that a company called Remedy has for its logo… a bullet.

2. Having interacted with the writer rots parts of the Alan Wake Experience. I still recall his annoying rebuttal to the effect of "we wrote it just for that one" after I personally told him the main game's alright but the DLCs feel like leftover shit.

3. NORDIC WALKING AND OMEGA THREE FATTY ACIDS ARE GOOD FOR YOUR HEART!

4. Point four is something we Finns had to endure, day by day, in our adverts and billboards for years standing during the 1990s. Suffer, fuckers.

5. The fucking thermos flasks! For the longest time you could only get these badly-designed glass thermos flasks in Finland. They'd stop preserving heat properly throughout the first 12 months of use and would eventually be outdone by basically anything you can pour a drink in, wait and consume. Including pewter wads.

6. It's a little miserable having read the Alan Wake writer's blog and interacted a little with him back in his days of activeness (the blog name was Fun Pastimes for Stupid Children, which was his view of video games, by the by, and these days it's just empty) and finding out all these tidbits of light that never got into the game – and would even out portions of it's dull surprise.

5. I still can't get over the fact that Sam Lake did that to his name (he's really Sami Järvi, dude just made up an English pen name) to the tune of David Cage. Yes, when you're playing Remedy games, remember that the company is basically a Finnish Quantic (Dream) Break.

[xylathesilkwing]

hello!! so I’ve posted another control fic, this time I plan to do multiple chapters so here’s the first :)

it’s based on my friends idea of a sort of harmless hanahaki disease! skin instead of internally

Jesse/Emily focus yet again, Jesse POV. Sorry if it’s a bit out of character!!

[hunny-beann]

I am literally having the worst day ever, do you think you could write some insanely fluffy Dream for me? I'm talking tooth rotting levels of fluff here.

Rest Now, Wife, Mine

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader

Note: Hi anon! Thanks a ton for the adorable request, I had a lot of fun with it and really hope it helps make your day feel a bit better <3

Synopsis: Morpheus' wife finds their bed far too lonely without him in it, and seeks out his presence to remedy this so she may finally succumb to slumber for the evening.

Thankfully, he is all too happy to oblige.

Warnings: None! Just pure and unbridled fluff :)

Word Count: 1,298

Her steps are silent and her pace slow as she approaches the familiar throne room, sensing even from outside of its walls that it is as close to empty as it is going to get for the evening.

That said, as close to empty as possible for the throne room of an Endless such as Dream was not nearly as empty as one might think, with it being a rarity that he not be found there.

She fights back a shiver as she steps across the threshold, her bare feet suddenly far colder than before, and her majority uncovered shoulders beginning to undergo horripilation at the seemingly inexplicable shift in temperature.

That said, being easy to explain was not a rule that the Dreaming followed, so this was nothing new, and certainly nothing unexpected.

Though, the sudden voice that split the once heavy silence in twain on the other hand, was.

"And what could possibly have you awake at such an hour, dear wife?"

The voice asked quietly, laced with both amusement and even a twinge of concern that had the wife in question smiling softly in spite of her best efforts to not appear excited at the mere sound of her love's voice.

Oh, but she had never been that strong, had she?

He had her wrapped around his finger just as he did the entire realm that he ruled, though he notably reserved the one with the ring for her and her alone.

She padded up toward his throne quietly, not willing to answer his question until she was close enough that her voice might not reverberate so loudly off of the palace walls.

Some words, she had decided long ago, were for her husband and her husband alone.

Upon her eager approach, the Lord of Dreams could not help but raise one of the corners of his mouth at the mere sight of her, holding his hand out at her nearness to guide her to stand before his crossed legs as he reached gently to take her other in his own as well, making a mental note of how chilled her extremities felt due to the cool night air of his throne room.

He watched as she slackened slightly at his familiar touch, her body always so happy to find him near in a way never ceased to have his heart all but melting at her feet.

What a disastrous little thing she was, truly.

He could never love another.

As her form relaxed at the feeling of his hands on hers, so loving in spite of the power that they held, she could not help but yawn softly, eyes growing teary as her ease allowed the weight of the day to truly set in.

Her dearest Dream Lord smirked up at her, his brow raised knowingly and his eyes twinkling as he watched her fight off the eternally tempting wiles of sleep.

What a sweet little thing, so helpless in her battles against her own biology that it was entirely too amusing to ignore, and always far too entertaining to neglect to bear witness to.

"You are tired, my dear."

The Lord of Dreams stated matter of factly, tugging his beloved closer using his soft grip on her hands so he could properly brush some of her hair behind her ear, a gesture which caused her eyelids to flutter closed briefly before they snapped open once more, her fight against herself not yet over in her eyes (though Dream could see clearly in the way that she swayed on her own two feet that there was already an obvious victor).

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head,

"You need to rest, sweet stardust. Let me bring you back to the bedroom."

He spoke gently, rising to guide her back to their soft and familiar bed only to halt when he heard her reply.

"No, I don't want to go back, you're just going to leave once you think I'm tired enough not to follow."

The Dream Lord faltered upon hearing this, raising a questioning brow in response before lowering himself down upon his throne once more, though this time he pulled his wife right along with him, sitting her on his lap in order to get a better look at her exhausted expression.

He frowned.

"Have you been staying awake on purpose, my love? Lying in wait for me as you promised you would not do?"

She shook her head, but he could see the way that the blood rushed into her cheeks as she tried to explain, embarrassed to admit the things that she had to in order to quell his worries of any intentional harm having been done.

"No, of course not, I just..."

The Lord of Dreams hummed and brought one hand to her back, rubbing up and down along her spine and feeling her lean against him unintentionally in response, her bones heavy and all too prepared to sink into whatever comfort they could find.

"You just what, dearest?"

He urged, causing his lover to nod blearily in response, slowly coming back to reality again.

"I just find that sometimes I cannot bear to sleep alone, that the bed feels far too wide and empty without you in it."

Dream fought back a slight smile upon hearing this, feeling more than a little bit proud to know that his wife could rely upon him enough to truly need him so (though he was notably unhappy to hear that this was causing her any amount of unnecessary strife).

"And is tonight one of those nights, beloved?"

He asked, watching as she nodded, her head lolling slightly upon her neck as her overworked muscles struggled to remain in control over her all too tired body and mind.

"Poor thing,"

Dream all but purred in response, adjusting his love upon his lap until she was leaning against him, breaths warm on his neck and body seeming to grow heavier by the second as the feeling of his familiar closeness drove her into a type of ease that was felt only at a lover's closeness.

"That will certainly have to be remedied, won't it?"

He murmured against her ear, feeling her shiver in response, nuzzling closer with a nod as he gathered his coat that had been hanging on the back of the dais behind him with just one hand, draping it over her body and pressing a soft kiss against her head as he felt her begin to drift off into a much needed and far too well deserved slumber.

"Rest now, wife, mine."

He said softly, feeling his dearest love smile gently against his skin at his familiar words and the use of his favorite (and almost sickeningly sweet) nickname for her,

"I will see to it that no one interrupts you as you do."

If she had been more awake, perhaps the woman would have rolled her eyes or even offered a sarcastic retort in response to her husband's dramatics, but instead she simply nudged herself closer, pressing a gentle kiss against the pale flesh of his neck before she drifted off for the very first time that night, feeling truly safe in the arms of her most adoring love.

And when morning arrived, and the throne room became far less uninhabited, the two of them made for quite a sight, indeed.

After all, who would have thought that the Lord of Dreams might choose to sleep simply to live life as his dear wife did, his cheek pressed gently against her head and his arms wrapped around her as slumber found them both, pulling them closer together, ever still, in the very same way that they belonged now, and always would for the remainder of eternity, and perhaps even beyond that.

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