#and. and. its okay to decide you dont want something

[anonf1writer]

“but please shut up” — ln4

summary: from the SINGLE PARENT UNIVERSE and based on THIS request, I present to you 2k words about the moment Yn first said the three words to Lando, and then told him to shut up (or something like that). reader x lando norris (use of Yn, yes) word count: 2k

NOTE¹: as a fic writer AND reader, i'm aware of the whole AI talk that's been going around. and as i was writing this, i realized how the thing that pisses me off the most about this whole thing, is how the use of dashes (—) became synonym of the use of AI. because i LOVE using dashes. i think they look beautiful and they tell things in a different way. the pause it's different. the information after one dash or between two dashes feels different. so i overuse them naturally. bc i love them. but now any time i add one, i take it back. bc i dont want to be associated with the use of AI. and the more i do it, the more it pisses me off. bc i want to be able to use my dashes. my writing might suck. i might be the worst around here. but i WANT to use my dashes. so please don't take my dashes away from me okay? ok. thank you.

NOTE²: so yeah, that being said, i went back and added a few. and that's it. <3

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Yn and Lando had been dating for no longer than six months when the words finally slipped out of her mouth. 

It was a Saturday morning. A sunny one, to be precise. One of those rare occasions that normally meant peeling Olivia away from the TV and getting her ready for a picnic at the park, or for riding a bike, or for doing just any activity that allowed them to soak the sun as much as possible. 

On that particular Saturday morning, though, the clear sky wasn’t the only rare thing happening in London.

For starters, Yn wasn’t at her place, but at Lando’s apartment. Something that had never happened before. Not in the morning, at least. Not as a result of spending the night there. 

Then, of course, because she wasn’t at her place, there was also the fact that Olivia wasn’t there, with her. Instead, her sister had taken Olivia to Bristol so she could spend a fun weekend with her cousins. And so Yn and Lando could have some time alone. 

So, yeah, of course—things were different that morning. 

And yes, maybe she could have sensed that something else would happen, something she didn’t see coming because it also normally never happened. 

But she didn’t.

All she did was wake up wrapped in Lando’s arms, kiss him good morning, and drag herself out of bed. On her way across the bedroom, she grabbed one of his hoodies and put it on. Warm, oversized, and smelling like him. Exactly how she liked it. 

Once she made it to the kitchen, the space opened into sunlight and sleek surfaces. Fancy. Clean. Organized. Looking not even one bit like the messy home she owned. With no crayons forgotten on the table, no mermaids and unicorns in the mugs and cups and plates, no colorful drawings stuck to the fridge. And yet just as comfortable and cozy in its own Lando Norris’ way. 

It made her smile, for some reason. A smile that she kept on her face while trying to decide what to make for breakfast, and that only grew bigger when Lando finally joined her in, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder while she cracked four eggs into a small bowl. 

“Hmm, you look really nice in my kitchen,” he murmured, his morning voice sending chills down through her spine. “Wearing my clothes… Smelling like me…”

She tilted her head slightly at that, leaning into his curls as he kissed her neck and just settled there, keeping up with her movements. With the whisking of the eggs and the soft clink of the fork echoing in that quiet morning. 

Yn could tell Lando was happy with that setting, with spending the morning together after also having spent the night together. Something they couldn’t really do very often, considering she still wasn’t ready to add him into Olivia’s routine like that. Not without making sure—making fully, fully sure—that this wasn’t just a temporary thing for him. That he was staying in for good, and that he was actually willing to have a role not just in her life, but also in her daughter’s life. 

Which, to be honest, was becoming more and more easy to see as time went by. 

Like when he stepped away to grab the milk from the fridge and very casually asked, “Talked to Liv yet?”

“Not yet,” Yn said, then waited until he had splashed a bit of the milk into the small bowl to keep going. “Told my sister I’d give them a call after breakfast.” 

She sprinkled in a pinch of salt and went back to whisking, meanwhile Lando got himself busy by grabbing a pan and dropping a knob of butter into it. 

“I hope she’s having fun,” he said, distracted as he switched on the hob and placed the pan above the humming heat. “Y’know, I was thinking about what it’d be like to take her to the beach.” 

Yn paused. 

She paused and stared at the bowl in front of her. 

And Lando laughed. And the butter sizzled gently. And then the smell of it filled the space. Warm. Comforting. 

“Sandcastle chaos, for sure,” he added.

Still chuckling. 

Still nonchalant. 

As if mentioning he had been thinking about her daughter and about how it would be to spend time with her didn’t bring this funny feeling to her chest. As if it wasn’t a big deal. As if it was normal. 

Yn swallowed.

When it came to Lando, to be fair, it actually wasn’t weird. Because he did that a lot—dropping how much he cared in the most subtle, random ways. In the little things. 

But this morning, for some reason, it seemed to happen more than usual. 

He did it again, for instance, as they were sitting around the small table and having breakfast. As he was telling her about these new clothes he had bought online. Casually, randomly. Just by asking, “Purple’s her favourite, right?” 

To which Yn furrowed her brows and mumbled a simple, “huh?” 

“Liv’s.” He scraped the fork against his plate, gathering the scrambled eggs, and shrugged. “I saw these really cute tiny trainers that made me think of her.” He scooped up the food and shoved it inside his mouth. But he didn’t stop, he just chewed as he talked, muffling the words. “They were… Mmph… Puh’pul… Yeah… Puh’pul’s her fav’rite… Innit?”

 “I— Yeah. Purple’s her favourite color, yeah.”

He smiled, swallowed and nodded, all proud of himself. 

“I knew it.” He took a sip of coffee, then focused on the beans still left on his plate. “Didn’t get them though…” He shoved the fork back into his mouth. Words mumbled as he chewed again. “Didn’know’er size, so… Oh!” He swallowed and shuffled on his seat. “Shit.” He coughed, choking a little around the food that had gone down his throat. “Um… Just remembered… Did I tell you about this… About this new idea we had for the next collection? I didn’t, did I?” 

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Right. Yeah. So, listen to this…” 

And so he rambled about something else. 

And Yn listened. 

Trying to absorb as much as possible. Trying to understand. Trying to make sense. 

But then, as they were putting the dishes in the sink and talking about the next few weekends and how busy his schedule would be, he did it again. 

He brought her up again.

“I’ll try to come home as much as I can,” he said, “but y’know, if you ever want to come to a race one day, I’d love to have you there. Not just you, but Liv, too. Like, not now, of course, but later, when you’re ready. I’d like that.” 

And like a cherry on top, while Yn had her hands submerged in warm soapy water, he asked, “Hey, is it weird if I frame that little drawing Liv made the other day?”

Yn stopped.

And blinked at the plate she had in hands. 

“The one she said was for good luck?” Lando added, pacing in the kitchen. Not in a nervous way, but in that very particular excited version of him. Full of caffeine. Hair sticking up in three different directions. Hands moving along with his words. Babbling. 

Always babbling.

“Or maybe not frame it but put it on the fridge or… I don’t know… Something. Somewhere I can always see it… Y’know? Would that be weird?” 

She blinked again.

“Because I won’t if it’s weird… Don’t want to make it weird…”

Eyes still fixed on the dish in her hand, she mumbled, “Lando…” 

“I mean I don’t know what the protocol is here… I know you said you wanted to take things slow when it comes to her, and I totally get it… I mean you know way better than I do, so I trust your judgment… It’s just that she’s so great, y’know? And that drawing is so cute. It’s been back and forth with me for weeks now, but I wanted to check with you because I—”

“For the love of God!” She dropped the sponge and the plate and turned around, water dripping from her fingers as she glared at him. “Can you just—I mean… Lando I swear, I love you so much, but can you just please shut the fuck up for a moment?”

Lando stopped. 

No. Lando froze.

Mid-step. 

Not even looking at her.

Just.. Hand reaching into the cabinet. Eyes fixed ahead. Blinking to the clean tableware. 

And Yn didn’t even notice, so she just sighed. Loudly. Dropping her shoulders. Grabbing a tea towel to wipe her hands. And then trying again.

“Sorry. I don’t mean like, shut the fuck up, but just… Y’know, give me a minute to think? You’re like… Nonstop right now! Just going on and on and on about Livie and it’s just—”

“What did you say?”

Yn looked at him.

He was still facing away, still frozen on the spot.

“That you’re going on and on about—” 

“No. Not that.” He dropped his arms to his sides and turned towards her. “Before.”

Yn frowned, searching inside her head for whatever she could’ve said that made him look like that right now—pale, shocked, terrified. On the verge of freaking out.

“I don’t—”

“Love me,” Lando murmured. “You said you love me.”

“What?”

“You said,” —he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering the strength to say the words— “Lando I love you so much but can you please shut the fuck up.”

“Oh.”

“You said you love me.”

“Shit, Lan…”

She stepped forward, and he stepped backward. 

“Nuh-uh.” He raised one finger and pointed it at her. “Nope. Stay there.”

Her lips tugged up.

“Babe… C’mon.”

“You love me.”

She tilted her head. “Mhm.”

Lando dropped his arm.

Then opened his mouth, then closed it again. 

And then he looked away, dropping his posture like he had just been punched in the stomach.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—wow. Wow. Ok. Okay. Yeah. That’s—That’s just… I mean, did you—You really meant that?”

Yn laughed. 

“Lando…” She dropped the tea towel on the counter and took a step forward, a tiny one. Just to make sure she could. “Baby. Just breathe, okay? You’re sweating.”

“I’m not—” He raised his arms, checking underneath. And then he shook his head. “Maybe, who knows. That’s not the point.”

“Then what’s the point?” she tried, softly this time. Stepping just a bit closer.

“That you love me.”

“Mhm.” Standing in front of him, she placed her hands on his chest and nodded. “So? You’ll get used to it.”

Lando snorted and looked at her, his own hands instantly finding her waist. Almost involuntarily. As if they belonged there. As if it was the only natural reaction when having her so close to him. 

“You knew this would freak me out, didn’t you?”

He pulled her closer, and when she nodded, she also smirked at him.

“Of course I did. Been holding myself from saying it out loud for a while now.” 

He flinched at that, chin and head jerking back slightly. “Why would you ever do that?”

“Really?” She laughed and slid her hands up his chest, then up his shoulders and neck, until she was able to link her fingers through the short curls on the back of his head. “Did you see your reaction just now?”

Lando shrugged and stepped forward, slotting his feet with hers and crossing his arms around her waist. Getting rid of the little distance between them. “Just because I’m weird and freak out like this doesn’t mean that I… Y’know… That I don’t… I mean I just…”

She nodded and hunched herself forward, kissing his cheek before landing back on her feet. 

“I know. I know you do, babe. So whenever you’re ready. That’s okay.”

He sighed and leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“I’m gonna wait until you least expect it. Freak the hell out of you, too.”

Yn laughed and arched forward, barely lifting off her heels as she reached for a kiss.

Lando reacted quickly, closing his eyes and kissing her back.

And then, around his lips, she murmured, “Bring it on, babe. I dare you.” 

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[cextile]

pick a pile reading ☆

how to read this pick a pile reading? ♡

the images above are your pick-a-pile options — see which image immediately pulls you in. If nothing stands out right away, take a moment to look at each pile/image. the one your attentions keeps coming back to is likely your pick. if more than one pile calls to you, trust that too. you can read both and take what resonates. and hey, if none of them feel like a match, no big deal. not every reading is meant for right now. come back another time — this reading isn’t going anywhere.

pile one ☆

cards pulled

six of pentacles reversed, eight of rods reversed, knight of pentacles reversed, ace of rods halfway, the star reversed

addressing different types in pile 1 take what resonates.

passive. that's the word for most of you guys.

the story I'm getting is that you guys have given up. It's not like you guys are completely hopeless, but you feel things are hopeless. whatever projects you're working on, whatever stuff you're working on, maybe you feel the need to just randomly give up on it?!

maybe you can't see it imagine seeing it through the end, but you have to see it through, ok!?!?!

orr maybe its that you do want to do the things that you have set out to be done, but it's just that you can't move. it's like you're frozen up or you think its just so 'meh' for you to finish your task.

your higher self wants to tell you that circumstances don't mean shit, right?

also they want to tell you to just brace yourself, slowly prepare yourself to look forward on what lies ahead of the road, and just start moving towards that goal. not running, just move, walk till your destination. idc how you do it. but move.

you'll get what you envision for yourself. but move.

on the other hand of this coin, if you're so goddamn desperate to get this done, for this to be finally over, to complete this project, and you're feeling desperate, to get it done anyhow!?! your high self wants to remind you of your boundaries.

you. do. not. lower. your. worth.

do not suck up to people, you will not lower your own self-worth in order to get what you want. what I'm not saying is that you will stop asking people for help. okay, I'm not saying that you guys need to stop asking people to give you an opportunity. what I am saying is that you guys do not need to literally lick someone's shoes and grovel at their feet to get something from them/or manupilate them, alr?

also, my group of people who feel sort of trapped, not in a suffocating life-threatening anxious way but in slightly breathless sort of restrictive sense about the thing in their life. i wanna tell you guys to take baby steps. small small actions you can do. take things one at a time, slowly and steadily, very, very slowly, and try and finish this thing that you're working towards, alright?

also ur higher self is all cold exterior huh. like my grandfather lol, slightly stern, wise and very very caring but just don't radiate all smiles and giggles.

plus the clouds just started rumbling, take it as a sign

pile two ☆

cards pulled three of swords reversed, four of rods reversed, two of swords, king of cups reversed, knight of pentacles

you guys can't just relax into this sense of security, esp with yourself can you? you know the vibe of the people who just stay in a bubble bath and drink wine, yeah? well, you guys are the exact opposite of that lmfao.

your highest self is gently nugding you to remove the needles in your heart. what that means all the kinds of pain that dont allow you to experience your emotions in an aunthetic way, and comes in the way of you living your life to the fullest. you’re not even fully feeling life right now, let alone living it. it’s time to let that go. bit by bit. stitch by stitch. the pain isn’t who you are, and it sure as hell doesn’t get to decide your future.

very specific message for some is that you’ll find your people. thats probably the reason some of your guys feel uneasy, your current group doesn't make you feel good.

also i think this reading is for the socially anxious people lol.

your higher self is very much at peace with herself and optimistic btw i like it. all gentle smiles.

you need to blindly trust yourself and gear yourself up mentally like a soldier heading for war.

actually, just scratch that & shift that perspective.

some of you have been in survival mode for so long that everything starts to feel like a fight to the finish.

what i meant was mental readiness — not this do-or-die tension, not panic, ok? just calm, grounded openness to whatever comes your way. be prepared for the unknown & also allow space for things to unfold without trying to control every outcome.

relaxing into that state of trust might not come easy, ik, but it’s worth working on trust me.

pile three ☆

cards pulled the three of swords, the four of swords reversed, the world reversed and the two of rods

okayy so I really wish you could see how beautifully the cards have turned up. they tell me the story so clearly rn, this is my fav pile <3

i have a condition for you pile 3, if you've been randomly/mindlessly scrolling on tumblr, i want you to stop for a second, take a deep breathe, and be present. i think this is a very deep message that might not strike immediately, so I want you to carefully read & think about it.

you know, there is this concept that has been taught to me as a child.

i wanna gently hold your hand and tell you,

sometimes, the world, संसार as I want to call it, pulls us so deeply into its maze of emotions, distractions & fleeting pleasures, that we start to hurt. It is a pain that permeates out heart & lingers with us emotional wounds for a long time. emotional heartbreaks, fighting with people, all these emotions that make us even less of a human, where is that going to take us when we turn to dust, and cease to exist on this earth?

you might not even realize that you are hurting, so absorbed in the facade of the external world, misguided from your true self. misguided from what makes your inner child happy.

take a moment to step back from the constant pull & push of this world, a chase that often leaves us feeling empty or unsettled. allow yourself to pause, breathe, and reconnect with what truly brings you peace. retreat, take your time to come back stronger, more grounded. also btw, you’re allowed to choose your virtues over chaos.

(chronically online people, this is ur sign to take ur social media detox pls)

so we had the world reversed, the four of swords reversed which shows a knight resting, retrieved from the world, & the three of swords which shows us the pain this world causes us right? now the next card is two of rods, and it shows a person showing a wand ready to use it to set out in the world. in the other hand, there is a pink glowing orb, the embodiment of inner vision. it speaks of self-guidance in the vastness of the outer world, led by the quiet certainty of one's inner light. it tells me navigate the outer world, yes—but let your soul be the compass.

also it's golden hour and the sun is shining so beautifully. this is immaculate because the sun’s presence showing that warmth, clarity, and renewal are always available to us.

come home to yourself.

that's it for this reading.

did my reading help?

with love,

Ananya ♡

[alealuvshayden]

Scott and Sam Monroe - SMUT

twins!Scott/Sam Monroe x reader

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

„Yo dude! How about we invite y/n over???“ the blond texts his twin. Both of them had the hots for you. Popular girl at school i mean who wouldnt? But BOTH??? Too much maybe..

First you had your eyes on Scott, Sam was just too.. emo for you. Scott tried everything to get you to come over at his house, so when their mom and stepdad left for a trip and left the two teenage boys alone, Scott invited you.

„Is your brother gonna be there too.?“ you ask sweetly as Scott walked you to your locker.

„Yep he‘s home too.. that okay?“ he asks you. Both of the guys wanted you, you had no idea. They made plans to get you.. because if one twin can have you, the other surely can too.

„Yeah.. its alright… m‘home alone as well, i might sleep over..“

Oh yeaaahhhh baby, jackpot.

„Sure you can, babe.“

You smile softly at him, Scott was always so nice, unlike his brother who was a skank to everyone. Moody guy.

„Alrightyyy, i‘ll be over after school. See ya, Scotty..“

Scott knew he had you, and he had you good. Quickly texted his brother.

„We got her dude, now you just gotta charm her as well. She doesnt like you. Loser.“

Sam rolled his eyes at the message but quickly replied with:

„Oh she‘ll be all over me before you know it, bastard.“

He finished his smoke and got into his car outside of school where he waited for the uglier version of himself.

Later that afternoon you came over. Sun was already going down. It was a warm spring day. You ring the bell and Sam opened the door.

„Hey peachy c‘mon in. Make yourself at home.“

You roll your eyes at him. „Yeah yeah.. where‘s your brother?“

„You looking for Scott?? You‘re having both of us tonight, sunshine.“

That made you groan. You made your way to the living room where Scott was at. Charmy, pretty boy Scott. „Hi Scotty!!“

He got up and wrapped his broad arms around you. „Heyyy, babe. Made it alright?“ He asked you with a smile on his face, showing his perfect set of teeth. You nod softly at him and mumble a faint „mhm“

As the three of you sat on the couch, you quickly got fond of Sam. He was actually really nice.. to you at least. Through the night he smacked Scott on the head multiple times which made you laugh out loud.

„Sam!!“ I giggle.

„What?? Im making him pay up, peachy.“

You shake your head and laugh, Scott wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whining.

„He hurt me and youre laughing about it..?“

„Awww baby calm down…“ you stroke his hair gently.

Sam got jealous at the sight. He wanted your affection as well, why didnt he also get it from you? He took a smoke break outside.

„What‘s wrong with him…?“ you ask Scott.

„Dude‘s jealous, wants you too y‘know?“

That clicked something in you. Both of the Monroe Brothers wanted you… Ohhh so that‘s what Sam meant when he said you were having both of them tonight.

You got up from Scott‘s embrace and decided to check up on Sam. „I‘ll be back, dont miss me too much.“

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw Sam just staring at the pool. You approach him and tap his shoulder. „Mad at me..?“ you ask innocently.

„No.. no not mad at you.. dont worry, peachy…“

You crawled onto his lap, since he was sitting on a chair. He gasped and wrapped an arm around you as he continued smoking his cigarette. Deciding to be bold.. you plant a kiss onto his neck, and he hummed at that.. „mmh.. continue.. please..“

You continued kissing his neck and he picked you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you in. Sam said to Scott. „Look who finally caved..“ Scott laughed at the sight and you abruptly stop what you were doing.

„Caved..?“ You ask confused.

„Yeah caved, sweetie. I knew you already wanted me so it was the mission to get you to like Sam too.. You cant pick one of us can you..?“

You hesitantly shake your head no.. you really couldnt choose. Both of the twins were just too.. good looking to choose.. having the same face after all, how could you possibly choose?

Sam continued carrying you and the brothers made their way to Scott‘s bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck like a baby and Sam kissed your forehead.

„Gonna take us both..?“ He asked and you shyly nodded.. „I-if i manage to…“

„You will manage, babe. I believe in you.“ the blonde spoke, that boosted your confidence. They laid you on the bed and started stripping off their clothes and then helped you out of your clothes.

You started whining lightly at the touch, already having a wet spot on your panties from arousal. Scott leaned in and kissed you while Sam made his way down and kissed your other lips. You moaned into the kiss with Scott and he drunk them all up as if they belonged to him.

Eventually Sam made you cum just from lightly eating you out. Then they switched. Scott spit on his hand and rubbed his cock, making it glisten before sweetly thrusting into you. You gasped loudly, he didnt fit into you.

„Ahh.. hurts.. hurts..“

As soon as you whimpered Scott stopped all his movements, leaving you time to adjust to him. Sam kissed your cheeks and forehead as a way to comfort you. „Sorry, peachy.. you give us the green light m‘kay..? We will stop everything if you need to.“

Reassurance king? You nodded gently and made eye contact with Scott.

„Y-you can move, S-scotty..“

Scott started lightly thrusting into you as you moaned loudly. The neighbors could most likely hear you but all of you couldnt care less. Sam sucked on your tits as Scott continued his business in you.

You tangle your fingers into Sam‘s hair, tugging on them as Scott fucked your brains out.

„So.. fucking.. tight.. mmm.. fuck..“ Scott groaned as he held onto your hips.

Then Sam approched your face and his big cock slapped your cheek lightly. „You ready to take it, y/n?“

You shake your head no.. you werent comfortable blowing someone off, yet. „N-n-no..“ You manage to get out of your lips. „Oh shit he‘s really fucking you dumb? What happened to our smart girl?“ „It‘s ok, baby you dont have to suck me off..“ Sam leaned in and kissed you gently.

Scott felt himself nearing his high and he pulled out, your pussy clenched on nothing as you felt the emptiness. Sam then quickly filled you up again and you felt no difference. Blondie started jacking off to make himself cum and he came on your stomach..

„Fuck, babe. You‘re so good.. mm..“ He kissed your lips sweetly as you continued moaning desperately. After a while Sam made you cum again and you clenched around him. „aaahhh..“ he whined at the feeling as you came undone. He continued thrusting gently to help you ride out your orgasm. He then pulled away and jacked off as well, also cumming on your stomach.

He moaned at the sight of cum on your belly. „You took us so well baby.. we love you“ Scott spoke gently. Both of the guys cleaned you up and kissed you softly everywhere.

Then you all snuggled up under the sheets. You in the middle and both of them on either side of you.

The next few days were gonna be crazy

not proofread! had this in the drafts for some time wasnt sureeee so ya.

gotta work on some ideas people gave me have patience peoples

tryna change my style on here idek

taglist: @mvst4far @divineani @anakinstwinklebunny @madsluvsdilfs @ysrjune @hearts4sammonroe

[dreadlock-detective]

Hi, OP, no hate but as someone who just played through the entire series again (and got into the series in 2003 if we're pulling the Who Was Here First card) I gotta defend my boi DMC2:

Devil May Cry 2 is funny as hell as someone who loves shitty B-movies. Like genuinely, the "Dont worry.... I've got you" line delivery and mugging the camera and everything is so outstandingly wonderful I dont think I'll ever get over the level of "WHAT THE HELL?" i experienced seeing it. Every line Arius says is so over the top hammy, every line from Lucia so insanely weirdly delivered. The way the camera in almost every new area starts by staring down Dante and making you run down a corridor with no context for where you're going. That it gives you a weapon as insanely op as the rocket launcher and you just see how many fights you can win without moving. HOW MANY COMBOS they gave Dante and how fluidly they're animated and then they made there be no way to find out how to pull any of them off in the game. How disjointed everything feels because the game is just straight up nowhere near finished. OOPS I GUESS A CUTSCENE DECIDED IM IN A POCKET DIMENSION NOW FIGHTING A MOTH OKAY SURE! Its a fever dream and I kinda love it.

like, YES the combat is way worse than later games and yeah the bosses arent interesting but like... DMC1's combat and lock on isnt any better (the lock on is worse, actually, and combat is only better in that the enemies are a bit more interesting, Dante himself controls better in 2 besides Stinger sucking ass) and DMC1 bosses kinda suck too and DMC2 doesnt have Nightmare 1 in it which has the absolute worst camera i've ever dealt with in a game and definitely the worst boss in the entire series by a wide WIDE margin. 3 faces guy? he's like, 2 minutes of shooting him. is it fun? no, but you can always be shooting him, he's easy to dodge, and DT makes your guns so damn strong the fight just ends. Like, just use Devil Trigger and use the rocket launcher when not in DT. Not a fun or good boss fight, braindead as hell, but nothing close to Nightmare 1.

"your forced to use the lock on and it makes puzzles a pain" R2 is actually the "Break the lock on" button. its not intuitive or explained in game, but DMC1 is worse. it ALSO has the auto targeting and the Nightmare fight is good at demonstrating the exact same "I WANT TO HIT THE BUTTON BUT DANTE KEEPS ATTACKING SOMETHING ELSE" problem. it comes up MORE in 2 for sure, but 2 also has a button to deal with it.

"Enemies never stop respawning in some areas" yeah, it sucks. DMC1 does it too though. Yeah it sucks in both places but at least be fair.

Is DMC2 as good as DMC3 or 5? hell no. Is it better than DMC1 prior to mission 16? Also no. Did I enjoy it more than DMC1 or DMC4? God yes DMC2 is a blast if you're there for what it has to offer, which is a janky mess of a game that got thrown together out of whatever the devs had finished at the time.

Okay so, I know everyone's caught up in the whole dmc netflix fiasco right now and I get it but there's people on twitter doing history revision on dmc 2 and I just have to nip it in the ass right now.

No. Devil may cry 2 is not a good game.

I know it has Lucia in it, I love her too and yes she and her story is the one of the only good things about the game, yes I know. But that alone doesn't make a good game. And I know for a fact the people who are claiming so have never actually played it because there is scientifically no way. I have been in this fandom and have loved this series probably longer than probably 95% of dmc tumblr, since 2005. I'm a very Oldhead. I think I'm qualified to talk about this as someone who has grown up and seen this series grow for the better and how dmc 2.... 😮‍💨

People meme about the guns, but when actually the guns are the very tip of the iceberg of a very very very shitty overall issue;

Melee combat in this game is one of if not the worst melee combat feelings in any video game I have ever played. Ever. That with the on lock system also being the worst lock on mechanic in any video game. Ever. I want you to imagine the N64 lock on, okay? But drown and murder and burn it and make it even more barely functional and barely usable (BUT YOUR FORCED TO USE IT BECAUSE ITS AUTOMATIC, WHICH MAKES TRYING TO DO CERTAIN PUZZLES SO MORE INFURIATING THAN IT HAS TO 🤡) Oh and enemies just..... never stop respawning sometimes or it feels like they never do and you have to fight them with the most weakass sword hits than most the time don't even hit known to man or keep hitting square and don't blame you for hitting square!

This game also has the worst bosses in any video game I've played - and I mean this very literally I would rather eat glass than fight any of these bosses that take 20 fucking minutes to kill. Do you know how many Vergil fights that is? Actual fights where I could be having actual fun with fun and fair challenge?

Next point:

I'm not even going to talk about him if you've actually played the game and somehow managed to get this far you know exactly the issue. No hyperbole, worst boss in video games. Ever. I'm being actually serious.

Devil may cry 2 is one of the worst functioning(?) games there is, I know with other famous "bad games" arguments can be made and such - this is not one of them, everything people say about is true it is that bad. However, thankfully, the one saving grace of it turning out the way it did...

We got devil may cry 3 and what it introduced into the franchise in response 🤷🏻‍♂️

[radioroxx]

anyway i think the overcomplication of queer labels has really done a disservice to younger (or newly discovered) queer folks trying to figure themselves out. you dont need to know every aspect and detail or your sexuality, gender, preference, etc. sometimes you just gotta let things happen and you’ll figure it out as you go. you may never have a word for it and that’s okay.

[soracities]

if we should protect children because they are vunerable, this means you would protect cruel children who bullies people who different than them then. the children who responsible to trauma for someone else's entire years

You're assuming that "protecting" children is the same as absolving them of responsibility and that's not what I said. All children are vulnerable, because all children are children; they don't come out of the womb with a perfectly working moral compass anymore than they come out of it waiting to hurt people--they're vulnerable because their understanding of the world is entirely at the mercy of what we, as adults, consistently tell them and show them. Children behaving cruelly aren't exempt from that--they learn that cruelty from somewhere, or someone. Your job, as the adult, is to make sure they understand that it's unacceptable so it will not happen again--but your job is also to ask why someone that young is behaving this way to begin with, so you can ensure they become better.

"Protecting" kids is not ignoring when they hurt or torment others, it's not refusing to teach them consequences or right from wrong, it's not "zero tolerance" policies in schools that treat a child being bullied and the child bullying them as equal instigators, and it's certainly not protecting them from recognizing, and atoning for, the pain they have caused someone else. You don't have to make peace with the now-adults who hurt you when you both were kids, but you cannot let the horrors of your own childhood impact how you treat or respond to the children living theirs around you right now, either.

You don't protect kids so they can get a free pass for bullying or tormenting another child. You protect them because kids are impulsive, emotionally reactive, and profoundly social (which means deeply impressionable) human beings who are still learning & processing insane amounts of information every day about what it means to be alive, to be alive as yourself, to be alive as yourself with other people. Protecting them is realising that you can't isolate the responsibility of a 10 year old from the bigger responsibility of the literal grown adults around them, adults who are in charge of teaching them about the world and how to behave in it. Whether you have children of your own in the future or not is completely irrelevant to this; we all become those adults eventually--no matter what happened to us as kids.

[deoidesign]

Can you make a tutorial on how you world build and make ocs? I can't seem to make any people in my brain, but then when I try to come up with environments jobs, beliefs and little details to slowly come up with someone, I think: well I don't really know how people have influenced the world- it's a weird loop

To be honest, I don't think I can! Writing is an extremely personal process. The way I write is directly related to how I process things, what I find important in stories, years of my own analysis of my and other's writing, etc... The way you write will be unique to you, as well. But I can explain how I personally think of it.

The short answer:

Write. Write anything and everything, it's a tool to explore your ideas. Analyze your own writing, and write more. Then, as you discover which ideas you want to develop, write more to explore them more. You won't know what you want otherwise!

The long answer:

I think this kind of loop is common. It's easy to feel like everything needs to be done "at once," because our job as writers is to make elements logically fit with each other for our readers. But as you've discovered, developing multiple elements simultaneously isn't really possible, or at least is extremely difficult.

Personally, when I think of writing, I break it into three major elements; characters, world, and plot. As much as possible every scene explores one or more of these, and as much as possible these three things tie back into what I personally consider most important: theme.

Everything I do is in service of the themes I want to present. Without them my events feel aimless. It can take a while to discover them, but they're the core of my work. You will have to discover what you feel is the core of yours. Analyzing other media helps with this too.

Concepts in your brain exist in a state of infinite potential. But when you start writing you have to start making choices, which removes potential as you move forward... But you have to move forward anyways. If there's ideas you want to explore later, you can always explore them later.

What this ends up meaning, to answer your question, is that I don't think of my characters as "people in my brain" or my worlds as something people have influenced... Not at their core, at least. They are tools that I use to represent specific ideas. Obviously they're also my blorbos, but mostly they're serving a specific narrative purpose.

So above all else... Write. Write, and discover what you're writing about, and then start over and write with that in mind. Keep doing this. But you have to write!

[loud-whistling-yes]

pov after 2 days of revisiting your old obsessions you realize that dl!pearl's pov is just very painfully reenacting your preteens/early teens social life in 6 conveniently short episodes with disturbing accuracy

[killjoy-prince]

Coworker I've never talked to before just asked me if I have a condition

[good-beanswrites]

I skewed too far from the original request, (so you'll be getting another one with Es and this prompt soon) but for now have this 😂 It's based on that one sprinkler minigram, and uses @iris-drawing-stuff 's raincoat ideas for the other prisoners :3

When Es was told their duties would include watching over ten prisoners, they had expected escape attempts, lies and trickery, fights, or breakdowns. The reality was much worse. They had to keep ten morons out of mundane trouble. And the job was nonstop.

Today’s problem was a bit more intense than the usual stubbed toes and squabbles. Es had been surprised by the culprit behind the day’s stupidity -- after all, Shidou was usually the one stopping the others from causing mischief.

Though he would never admit to anything, Es was able to put the pieces together themself: Amane makes an offhand comment about missing the seasons. Someone with good handwriting anonymously requests a child’s raincoat and galoshes. (Unrelated, there was an issue with the request, and a dozen animal-themed raincoats had been delivered to the prison.) Then, burn marks appear around the sprinklers in Shidou’s cell, just the size of his little lighter. It wasn’t hard to see that he was the one that set off the major malfunction which was currently soaking every inch of the prison in sheets of freezing water.

At least they had extra raincoats. 

Es made their way to the panopticon, toolkit in hand. They had swapped their cape out for one of the raincoats. They’d turned it inside out in an attempt to hide the animal features. It made them feel more mature, which was necessary seeing as they had no experience with fixing sprinklers. As it turned out, neither did the prisoners. 

Two chairs had been precariously stacked within Shidou’s cell. Kotoko, wrapped in a wolf raincoat, stood on her toes at the top. She twisted the valve this way and that. Standing directly underneath, she avoided the brunt of the downpour. Kazui and Shidou stood at the base, one squeezed into a fox coat, the other, a shark. They both crossed their arms, offering Kotoko all of their observations and tips and suggestions. She ignored everything. It didn’t deter them from ‘helping.’

“Comin’ in hot!”

A black cat-clad Yuno hurried around the corner with a shout. Es stepped out of her way. She carried an armful of towels to stop up some of the deepening puddles. Mikoto flew by in the opposite direction to do the same. His dog ears flopped as he ran. Amane stood near the guard’s tower, entirely enveloped in her frog raincoat. She stood in perfect, calm silence, as if she were above all this nonsense. Es couldn’t agree more. Next to her, Muu openly sobbed within her calico cat coat.

No one seemed to notice as Es cleared their throat. “That’s enough,” they tried, “I can handle it from here.”

Kotoko didn’t even glance their way. “Let me just try one more thing. I’ve almost got it.”

“I’m telling you, it just needs a little twist,” Kazui urged her.

Es was bumped aside as Fuuta dragged another set of chairs into the cell. His raised voice was undermined by the mouse raincoat pulled over his head. “I told you, you’re doing it all wrong! Lemme at it.”

“I’m serious. As warden, I --”

Their protests were drowned out by Mahiru’s voice from behind. They turned to find two bunny raincoats bouncing along. 

“This way, Haruka ~!” With much enthusiasm and grand hand gestures, Mahiru directed him to set down some industrial sized buckets at regular intervals. “Perfect…” They quickly began to fill.

Shidou pointed. “Right there, can you move that piece?”

“I already told you,” Kotoko grit her teeth. “I don’t need to touch that.” She wobbled atop the chair.

Fuuta had climbed onto his own stack. “You guys aren’t fucking listening.” He reached out, but Kotoko swatted his hands away. “Hey!” It was his turn to teeter.

“Yuno, I need more towels, stat!” At Mikoto’s urgent call, Yuno came sprinting past. 

Es opened their mouth to stop her, but it was too late. Her foot slid through a puddle. With a cry, she was thrown flat on her face. 

Mahiru gasped. Trying to run to her aid, one of her uniform straps hooked on a bucket near Muu and Amane’s feet. She yanked it forward.

The splash rose up and soaked their uncovered legs. Muu sobbed harder. 

Haruka, of course, wanted to help. He immediately ran into another bucket, sending him stumbling and splashing to the ground.

“Oi, Yuno! I said I needed another towel!”

Kazui made another comment on the sprinkler. Fuuta leaned in real close to get a better look. With a huff, Kotoko tugged on the valve. It jammed around so that the wide spray converged into a single, high-pressure stream. 

The jet aimed directly at Fuuta’s face. 

His sputtering cursing followed him the long way to the ground. Shidou and Kazui leapt to catch him as he fell. Both miraculously forgot that their shoes rested in several inches of water, because their arms flailed wildly for each other and the fallen chairs as they slipped.

Es’ frown twitched.

“Idiots. They’re all idiots.”

[kittycatred]

hi guys !! so, i cant sleep, aha...but thats finee !! its no specific reason im sure... ദ്ദി´▽`)

i have ruben with me though !! so its not like im alone or anything ahaha....a pig counts as company, doesnt he ? (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

you know, since ive been awake thinking....about nothing in particular.....i was thinking back before in last post when i mentioned the whole minecraft thing ? ill spare the details, that story is like....an hour and 19 minutes tops to sit through i swear (*´▽`*)

but, SO much happened, we were so tired afterwards, id assume we did nothing for atleast a week or so (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ )

BUT like ive been saying, im noooot worried !! theyre capable !! extremely capable im sureee !!! ദ്ദി´▽`)

but id much rather be in that moment all over again right now than be without them

its silly though !! im just rambling at night aha what am i thinking (´∇｀'')

but yknow, id rather much relive the world for us nearly ending all together, then deal with a week without most of them

BUT like ive been saying, im noooot worried !! theyre capable !! extremely capable im sureee !!! ദ്ദി´▽`)

cause thats my friends !! we're all strong, we've been through alot, if we work well together theyll still be fine on their own im sureeee im suree !! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

or well, atleast i keep trying to believe that right now....

[acaciapines]

guys what if i told you ive been thinking about dess and actually i think dess/chara might be able to work out in the drkau...like ive been doing some thinking into dess and her reasons and why she does what she does and how she cares about people and im starting to nail down the role i want asriel to play, and. and.

guys i think dess is actually going to be able to change. i think dess figures out how to change but asriel never does....

[wisconsindean]

do not look at this i’m just gonna be throwing a fit in the tags and i need to feel like its going somewhere

[killjoygem]

I officially told my mum today that im rethinking my entire life plan :')

I used to really want to work in the NHS and I've been thinking about that lately. I don't want to abandon Psychology completely so i could do something clinical and go into the NHS that way, but something I've been thinking about lately is perinatal psychology. I used to really want to be a midwife, and this would combine that with my psych career

The issue is that I have no idea how to get into this, and it seems like its a very small team running things in my area, so possibly difficult to get a job in

[gayfrasier]

ive decided im not going to be scared. i am going to be so so brave.

[doomdoomofdoom]

Yesterday I went on a wikipedia excursion about horror movies from the 80s for reasons that arent relevant and while I was reading through the summary of Firestarter, I wondered why it didn't horrify me whatsoever.

There's some joke here about how that's just every preteens edgy OC backstory, but upon reflection I realized it's because the real world CIA has done much more horrifying things than try to kill one family with supernatural powers.

So for my next horror fix, I'll be reading the page for 'Unethical human experimentation in the United States'.