#dude almost dies on a rocket

[solsticesailor]

Neo Agent 3

Was part of an art assignment, basically what's going on is Scrip is having a nightmare about the events of Splatoon 3, the prompt my class was given was "it was all a dream" so, the sleeping version of him is like... Nothing bad happens? An au where Scrip isn't Neo3 basically lmao

[grayintogreen]

OKAY HERE WE GO LET’S TALK.

- there was nothing I disliked?? Like sure it had its flaws as all big budget spectacles do but the only glaringly obvious flaw would be if you liked Adam Warlock, which I do not. That fucking gold himbo twink was fucking hilarious.

- ROCKET’S BACKSTORY WAS SOMEHOW WORSE THAN I IMAGINED??? I played him for like six years on DWRP and had tons of headcanons, do you know how HARD it is for canon to be more heartbreaking than my brain??

- I’m so glad my animal abuse squick does not apply to CGI animals. If your animal abuse squick does apply to CGI, you will have a BAD TIME.

- The Rocket content in this movie was off the chain considering he spent half of it in a coma.

- I am always a slut for “your favorite character is the most important thing in the world to a villain and he’ll stop at nothing to get him.” So, uh, good job Gunn!!! You read me for filth pal.

- Love how “I’m lobotomizing my blorbo because no one else is doing it” in LitMoR reflected real life. Let’s lobotomize all my favorite characters.

- BABY ROCKET WAS SO FUCKING CUTE. MUMBLING HIS WAY THROUGH TECHNOBABBLE. I ALMOST DIED. Just all the baby Rocket. He is a sweet little angel.

- how the fuck did you give that raccoon a Philly accent my dude.

- High Evolutionary going down as one of my favorite marvel bad guys because of being OTT and so unhinged his own people were like dude chill.

- “you’re unreasonably obsessed with that animal.” BITCH ME TOO.

- I assume Rocket’s crying fit after Lylla got shot was Bradley Cooper and if so he and Spike Spencer need to go sit in a room and think about what they’ve done to my heart. People doing gut wrenching sobs with only their voice gut me.

- A member of the audience SCREAMED when Lylla got shot. That sums it up.

- love that Rocket ripped that guy’s face off. Love that he didn’t blow his head off. You left him to die!! You could’ve finished him off!!

-PHYLLA-VEL????

- COSMO WAS BEST GIRL. Her being so mad and distressed that Kraglin called her a bad dog was the best running gag.

- we got the first onscreen appearance of Rocket introducing himself as “Rocket Raccoon.” Bless his heart.

- When Rocket almost died and Lylla sent him back, my sister turned to me sobbing and said she hated me for making her like these movies and me through tears said “yeah I know.”

-We have not ruled out Asexual Rocket which was the only headcanon I wanted to keep and Lylla was RIGHT THERE. So I was concerned.

- I love how mean 2014 Gamora is. She’s the best.

- I don’t have a lot of thoughts that aren’t about Rocket, guys. If you want more thoughts, go to the person who isn’t obsessed with a raccoon.

[rataccatak]

Analysis of how KaySD draws Sergey Razumovsky

Or: trying to justify a thirstpost about the world's most terrible man

Sergey's gone through a number of artists through the years, and I gotta say, KaySD's rendition has captured my heart. In fact, it was a screenshot of Kay's Sergey that first got me into Major Grom. While Phob's is the official art style that we associate with the comics, Kay's style, I believe, better serves Sergey's character in the current PD run.

Genre-wise, PD returns to being a big-action, ensemble comic, which--compared to The Game's tight conflict and human drama focus--deliberately implements Kay's more traditionally comic-book style to this effect. The first arc (nine volumes in total) of PD are all Kay; though the current issues are being outsourced to a number of different artists now, Kay's style--with its roots in distinctly American superhero comics, such as DC--was what they wanted to prime audience's expectations with. After Time of the Raven, there was a big push for Bubble to adhere their stories to big names like Marvel, and with that came the desire to usher in things like a multiverse, space and supernatural elements, and franchise crossovers. Plague Doctor was one of their latest installments of that new "culture," and they had to match their aesthetics appropriately.

Okay, but that brings me back to the brainrot part of this post, which is HOT DAMN KAY'S SERGEY LOOKS SICK???

The whole idea of Plague Doctor is that, for like seven years or something, Sergey has been declared dead or missing or otherwise MIA. Nobody, both in-universe and irl, knows where he is or what the fuck he's up to. You crack open issue 1, encounter a guy in sunglasses and a hat who is painfully obviously Sergey, but you get to the last page and

(I will say this is probably the most unflattering frame of him. His chin makes him look like such a chad derogatory)

BAM. HOMEBOY IS ROCKING A NEW HAIRCUT, HE'S WEARING ANOTHER STUPID PURPLE SUIT, HE'S RIPPED, AND HE HAS BLUE EYES.

This isn't the soft, sort of angelically beautiful Sergey we're used to seeing from Phobs. It's radically different, an entirely different character almost, which was the intent.

His new look is more practical, both tactically and socially. His hair is cut, so people won't recognize him as easily. It won't get in his face or get grabbed during fights, and combined with his more muscled build, this is a Sergey who's taking things more seriously this time around. Gone is the flamboyant cape and swishing fiery locks; the plague doctor campaign is no longer a passion, but a duty. And he's ready to enter the thunderdome and get his hands dirty and god damn it, he will die trying.

Kay does take care to preserve the core elements of Phob's Sergey, while making a hard left into traditional masc territory. He's still unrealistically attractive, in that distinctly soft and youthful way. He's more noticeably fit but still maintains a slim, smooth appearance.

But on top of that, he adds this charm and charisma to him that is distinctly boyish (as in, young and mischievous, a pretty face that's up to no good). It makes his persona as a young, leftist radical more believable; he looks like a student revolutionaire, angry and passionate about all issues topical and trending.

He does look more obviously aged. Guy is now in his mid(?) thirties, and the past five years probably amounted to like three lifetimes of stress, so it certainly makes sense. Compared to how Kay drew The Game Sergey, his face is more defined with sharper lines, muscularity, and wrinkles. The short hair also ages him somewhat, making him look less angelic and more like... a regular dude.

And of course, there's the overnight peach fuzz.

The more mature, aged look helps him actually look like a person who's lived a life as loaded and fucked up as Sergey's. He's a guy whose parents died, grew up in foster care, became a CEO that rocketed to stardom in five years, committed the most elaborate fucked up terrorist campaign ever, and then immediately fell from fame to the deepest coldest cell in St Petersburg (and this is all just the OG Major Grom run). He's not Phob's Sergey (or Rag, whoever it was in The Game)--a blameless childish pretty boy who's detached from his crimes. Kay does a good job in making Sergey have this subtle undertone of... unsettled, unhinged, what have you. I don't know how much of this is hindsight bias, but he looks like a guy with a fucked up secret. You wouldn't think twice if you were seeing him in a grocery store or something but I can imagine later recognizing his mugshot on the news and thinking wow now that i think about it, he really does look like a serial killer.

And let's talk about his fashion. For all the features of Sergey's flamboyant costumes in Phob's renditions, Kay dresses him quite casually, and it works, ironically, to make him look deceptively plain in the way all extremely rich people dress (think of the $10k white t-shirts and sunglasses get-up all rich men wear). He dresses like his current social stature: a new-money sod who has gotten used to his wealth enough that he doesn't have to show off with his clothes anymore. Of course, this could also be turned on its head and instead, be an indication of Sergey's original, cheap clothes that he habited from his childhood. Certainly, the ironic rightwing graphic tees Kay puts him in edge towards that point of view, only now they're colored by Sergey's sense of political humor. I doubt a "god guns government" shirt is selling for $500 at some luxury tailor shop.

This is what I love about Kay's Sergey. In making him look more human, we get to orient him more organically into our own world. He looks like a thirty year old loser who studied CS in college and now commits cyber terrorism and doesn't know how to cook. He looks like a young adult leftist who is terminally online and has 500+ open tabs on Marxist theory. He looks like a guy who became too rich too young, who was the world's angle and then its devil in the span of like two years, and is now disillusioned with it all, who wears $5 graphic tees and stays up all night looking behind his back and tries desperately to find something that actually matters.

Once Sergey looks more believable, he becomes more understandable. And the more we understand him, the more the story has the potential to make him intrigue and surprise and reach us in multiple, unexpected ways.

[bunnystalker]

I really love how gentle you write Wesker with the reader ;×; Wesker doesn't strike me as the type of dude who would just use his romantic partner. The RE1 manual did say that he is a "cool guy".

(I do imagen that he sorta comes off as more cold than he really is, he was a bit goofy in CV, like he was soo dramatic in the ways he interacted with everyone there xD.)

Also not me still coping, thinking he did survive RE5. He is just recovering! (He did stand in lava and it didn't really do anything to him? There is hope ;×;)

thank you !! but yeah i think he acts cold for a reason but that's not his entire persona y'know? he acts the way he does for a reason, he has a lot to hide and keep under wraps until the mansion incident. not to mention he was a result of a eugenics project and he was the only one to succeed aside from Alex (r.i.p. queen i loved revelations 2) so i'd like to imagine he doesn't want anyone very close to him or finding out about where he comes from because he's ashamed, but he's not cold to his partner. he was basically a weapon Spencer manufactured to use for the progress of Umbrella, so i don't think he wants to use his partner.

not to mention he doesn't get really rageful until after he wakes up from his death in 1998 hence his goofball nonsense in cv- he's not thinking rationally (if he did to begin with honestly) because before he died, he took a dose of the prototype virus (which heavily regenerates cells and thus makes him able to survive what proto-tyrant did to him.) like imagine you're hopped up on something after almost dying like a week before! i'd be very silly.

i will never cope with his death because it simply didn't happen :)

jk i'm so glad he died that fight took me three hours before i gave up and used a rocket launcher. not to mention what capcom would do with him if he were still alive! although i long for wesker to be in a movie or something because GODDDD i need more of his stupid transatlantic accent in my life.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Marmalade Stream of Consciousness

Well, I typed up random thoughts and quotes and moments while watching Marmalade for the first time, so here's this, I guess lmao. Spoilers below the cut

STREAM OF CONCH, HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO

"you scared the chickens out of me." OKAY, BARON, YOU LITTLE ABSOLUTE SWEETIE.

"escapes, beeeeitch." OTIS OMFG. I LOVE OTIS.

"I swear...on my hair." Baron is the best. But just when you think you know his capacity, he surprises you. he might seem simple, but there's definitely more to him.

CROCHET, not CROQUE lmfao.

Awwww the moon pies...watching Baron take care of his mom squeezed my sad heart.

Listening to him describe his town to Marmalade when he first met her was just the cutest, most earnest thing. "It's the only place I ever knowed." He's just so fucking SWEET, it makes me want to cry.

FROM THE BEGINNING, Marmalade sketches me out. She talks about how "some sleazebag" gave her Big Bertha (her car). Even Baron questions her like "he just gave it to you??" and I bet there's a story there. Has to be.

And the way Baron talks about his dad....couldn't some see him because he was too busy building a rocket and then he blew up in space? Oh, honey....the dude needs a hug.

Marmalade is obviously striking the manic pixie dreamgirl chord immediately. There's something fun and magnetic about her, but also obviously red flag central. I'm excited to learn more about her. The way she just immediately inserts herself into Baron's life is so unsettling.

"You can borrow my nose. They smell beautiful, just like you." OKAY BARON, YOU LITTLE BABY SWEETHEART LMAO

DAY TWO, SHE'S LIKE "Let's rob a fuckin' bank." HELLO?!?!?!?

Enter Otis, once again, being the most normal person in this entire movie lmfao.

Baron hesitates on the bank idea, and Marmalade is immediately like "I LIKE U" kisses his face....I see what ur doing here, girl. I see u.

I honestly cannot tell if she's being genuine, but my money is on probably not.

Hearing Mama Eda's coughing in the background of their lovely moments makes my heart sink. Wow.

"Shoot the camera with what?" Oh, Baron. Oh, honey lamb...

The way she CACKLES when Baron gets scared by the gun, oh my god.

(I'm really not a fan of the nickname "Puppet." Shit makes me cringe for him - more foreshadowing imo so far)

HIS MAMA MARMALADE JAR TATTOO OMFG.

"GOT ME OVER HERE FEELIN' SHIT. I'M INSPIRED, MOTHERFUCKER." Otis is the realest lol.

THE WAY HE ALMOST FORGOT MAMA EDA'S MOON PIES OH MY GOD NO. She's distracting him from his mom while she needs him, I'm gonna cry for real....

OH GOD THE SCARE. THE SCARE. I was going to LOSE MY MIND if she had died right there. And he noticed something's up with the pills.....and Marmalade's all passed out? Hmmmmmmm.

Damn...when Baron pressures Marmalade to tell him about her life... you know she's been through some shit. And she's running from more than she lets on.

Oh, God. Her story breaks my heart... and Baron does his best to comfort her. Bless him...

THE ABSOLUTE TERROR ON BARON'S FACE AS MARMALADE ROBS THE PEOPLE AT THE ANTIQUE SHOP?! Poor boy. Oh my god....

"I was just playin" oh my god.

And he starts to try to back out. He wants to. And she comes back with "She's gonna fuckin' die." this POOR BOY. SOMEONE HELP HIM.

AND WHEN HE WANTS TO GO CHECK ON HIS MOM.. and Marmalade says "I can do it." I don't trust that. I do not trust that at all....I gotta know what's going on there.

BARON'S LITTLE ASTRONOT ON HIS CEILING, I can't... crying.

AND NOW SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MAMA EDA. Conveniently as soon as Marmalade went to go see her?!

AND SHE DIED?!?! WHAT THE FUCK. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. Fuck this.

Oh, Otis..... my heart. :( I just want to give him a hug. Also bless him for looking out for Baron.

"Clench your buttcheeks" lmfao. Good advice, Otis.

"I think you got somethin' in your braid." BARON NO.

Aaaaaand now they're fighting.

OTIS OH NO. He was just trying to protect Baron :( poor Otis.

OH MY GOD SPECIAL AGENT OTIS??!?!?!?!??! HELLO WHAT?!

SAME DRESS, SAME MISSPELLINGS, SAME WRITING, BABY DOLL BANDIT?! Okay. She's on some real shit. I need to know more.

Aaaaaand Baron calls her. Rule Number One, all jail phone calls are recorded unless you're calling a secure attorney line. The End. Never, ever, ever do what he just did.

He doesn't need to rob the bank oh my god..... AND HERE SHE GOES AGAIN WITH HER BULLSHIT. And she's PREGNANT?! THAT WAS FUCKIN FAST?! Oh, Baron, no, no, no, no, no.

And she's such an asshole to him about being the driver.

Ngl, I think he outfit is so cute tho. Courtney Love vibes.

Okay, I love the dance number lmfao. Please tell me that's actually them dancing. I need to know. AND THE SEQUINS.

Marmalade squeals with delight. Baron screams in terror. My feels.

"Somethin' doesn't smell right." YOU BET, BABY. TELL HER WHAT'S UP. Poor baby is so uncomfortable.

"How come you know so much?" HE'S NOT STUPID. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE BARON.

"I might've done this once before." YOU DON'T SAY, MARMALADE. YOU DON'T SAY.

"Did you just fart?" ->->->->-> "I thought you can't smell." HE'S ONTO YOU, MARMALADE.

I just know the baby's fake. I just know it. I know it in my heart.

AND HE FINDS MAMA EDA'S PILLS IN MARMALADE'S CAR.

Oh, he has the gun on her. Oh, boy. Oh, baby.

Poor Baron. He's just unraveling, poor baby.

"It was just Mama Eda's time." Kinda wanna punch her, ngl.

Oh now the police are here and BARON... "We gotta go outside and apologize." THIS POOR BOY IS TOO GOOD.

God, I STILL cannot tell if she's ever being genuine. And I almost think she held Baron up for just a SECOND longer so he'd get caught and she could run.

RUN BABY RUN PLEASE OH NO. Oh no. He's too good. Baron's just too good.

OKAY. But he's for real pushing him out there.

Oh, they're tracking him. And Ted with his Shakespeare quotes lol.

Awww....Baron goes to visit Mama Eda first thing... sweet boy. I just want to hug him. :(

THE POOR DUDE IN THE CAR, he was so terrified. Of course the car was ditched. Of course.

The fuck is he pulling out of that chimney? Newspaper clippings?

OKAY WAIT. WHAT'S THE JAR OF MARMALADE ON MAMA EDA'S GRAVE FOR. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NOW.

Baron......BARON?!?!?!?

WAS SHE FAKE THIS WHOLE TIME?!

HE'S CUTTING HIS HAIR?!

He ain't no dummy. Baron is NOT stupid. QUITE the opposite, I think, at this point.

Oh. My god. WHAT is happening.

Joe Keery dressed as a mystery woman. All right.

"Take care now" WHAT IS HAPPENING. OH MY GOD. The way he takes that wig off and how fucking stoked he is lmao.

"There is no girl." WHAT.

OKAY SEXY JOE KEERY IS BACK WASSUP.

L-A-M-R-A-M. Huh. Pharmaceuticals. I am so confused.

OH BUT THE LOOK IN HIS EYES.

I am SO FUCKING AS;DFJSA;ODIFHSD; WHAT IS HAPPENING.

This dude's money. Who is this dude. Have I missed something. Oh, Don Frankels, CEO -- BARON PHARMACEUTICALS?!??!?!?!?

OH MAN, HE WAS NEVER NO SIMPLETON. THIS IS BIG BUSINESS.

Oh, but he has a white cane......

OH. OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, I don't like Don. We don't like him at all.

JAR OF MARMALADE. HE WAS THERE.

Okay but WHO IS HE AND WHAT IS GOING ON. I NEED TO KNOW MORE. NEED.

"What's real, what's fake?" MY QUESTION, TOO, TED.

OKAY THE FUCK?! What's in the envelope.......

"Sorry for your loss." ->->->->-> "My what?" WHAT THE FUCK.

"I'm taking care of my mother. I hope you'll do the same," AND A TICKET TO JAMAICA. HE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?!?!??!!?!?!?

HE KNEW. THE WHOLE TIME.

IS HIS MOM ALIVE?!?!?!?! IS SHE?!?!?!?!

I'm crying. For real, I'm crying.

He's just delivering meds to all these boxes....?

AND EDA. THE MOON PIES. HIS MOM. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh, I could not have prepared myself. SO fucking good. Will watch again and again.

[tourneys-by-me]

So I know I've promised this for a little while but here are all the funny/joke submissions that were sent

Electric eels - Electromancy - Real life - "They are fish that can shock their prey! Isn't that cool? They're not actually eels though."

Electric Eel - Electromancy - the water (real life) - I just think they're neat ☺️

Electric Eel - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - The Ocean, Real Life - Because they are weird little guys.

Pitch Black - Umbramancy - Rise of the Guardians (2012) - Name and also B-list Tumblr sexyman.

Pikachu (Ash's) - Electromancy - Pokemon (Anime) - "Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!" "Pi… Ka… CHUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!" "It looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" ding

The Sand Guardian, Guardian of the Sand - Geomancy - Vine - Poseidon quivers before him!

Sand Guardian - Geomancy (earth) - Vine - Poseidon quivers before him!

Alinua - Phytomancy - Aurora (webcomic) - Don't tell Red

Naruto Uzumaki - Aeromancy - Naruto (I'm sorry)

Roy - Electromancy - IT Crowd - He asks if you've tried turning it off then on again. Friends with the elders of the internet

Crazy Dave - Phytomancy - Plants Vs Zombies - engineered the stratagem of protecting one's home from zombies with a cavalcade of verdant defenders

Simisear - Pyromancy (fire) - Pokemon - It was once the least populat out of all pokemon.

Jack Frost - Cryomancy (ice) - Megami Tensei - hee ho

Toothless - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - How to train your dragon - THE UNHOLY OFFSPRING IF LIGHTING AND DEATH ITSELF

Because I refuse to let Vriska in here

Shallan Davar - Luxomancy (light, holy) - Stormlight Archives - She storm on the light till they archive

The Sun - Luxomancy (light, holy) - Real Life - Makes me feel normal, but too much i start to revert and go mad again,, a very hard line to cross

ENERGIZER LED Flashlight Vision PRO, Ultra Bright 1000+ Lumens, IPX4 Water Resistant, Aircraft-Grade Aluminum LED Light, Rugged Metal Flash Light for Outdoors, Emergency Power Outage, Black - Luxomancy (light, holy) - Real life - It do make light though

Moon funny haha hehe hoo hoo zap zap zippity bzztk bzztk

The Carpeted Man - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - The Tick (TV Show) - He's the fucking carpeted man, he needs a win

I was her when we played dolls

Literal life aspiration is to be the sun

He shouldn't actually [Mod note: regarding if this character should be submitted]

Almost beat Jesus's fursona

Saul Goodman - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul - The really didn't focus enough on his ability to shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips. I find it weird that it was never really brought up again in the series so having him in the tourney would help rectify that. [Mod note: for those who hasn't seen either show, this never happened]

Emperor Palpatine - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - Star Wars - "Dude electrocuted Luke to the point of bringing Vader back to light. Also Vader later died from burnt electronic in his suit. And he yeeted Mace out of the Windu."

Dom Toretto - Geomancy (earth) - Fast & Furious - The thing about street fights… the street always wins.

Literally a lightbulb robot

Trogdor the Burninator - Pyromancy (fire) - Homestar Runner - "Known for burninating

The countryside

The peasants

All the peoples

Their thatch-roof cottages"

Herbie - Geomancy (earth) - Heretical Edge - Herbie is a pet rock who proved instrumental in defeating two incredibly powerful necromancers. One of them was the greek god Hades, the other was an evil bastard who had enslaved his entire home planet to use as a functionally limitless supply of resources. While Herbie did not defeat them solo, he was key to defeating them both

Gregor Mendel - Phytomancy (plants, vegetation) - Da history books BAYYYBBEEEEEEEEEEEE - This funky monk basically founded the science of genetics via experimenting on pea plants. Thats prebby cool

Big Bad Wolf - Aeromancy (wind) - Fairy tales and stuff - He can blow really hard, none of the other people here could do that probably, I mean can you do that? I thought not

Swan spin swan spin swan spin swan spin swan spin swan soin swan spin swan spin swan spin swan spin swap spin

Nikola Tesla - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - real life - literally just look at this picture https://images.app.goo.gl/i7ySo6ZuGxyBDrmq7

Flamethrower Kid - Pyromancy (fire) - That vine where the kid shoots a can of WD40 as a flamethrower - His chaos is just what a fire user needs to exemplify

Spencer Shane - Pyromancy (fire) - iCarly - His stuff just spontaneously combust. We don't know if it's him or if a particularly shitty wizard is following him at all times, stuff just goes on fire. Pretty sure happened to some water once

Guy Montag - Pyromancy (fire) - Fahrenheit 451 (the Ray Bradbury novel you know the one) - "i just think it'll be funny if the fireman that burns books and then stops burning books won this thing. he isn't inherently magical per se but he does work with fire and sets stuff (like his own house) on fire so in my heart he counts. also he's on the run from the law because he killed a man and owns books. in conclusion i want ray bradbury to roll in his grave" [Mod Note: fun fact! I've never actually read Fahrenheit 451, I guess the schools I've been to thought it wasn't important]

electric fans - Aeromancy (wind) - real life - well they propel air at your face because they're fans. and also they helped me in the heatwaves so they deserve it <3

Marie Skłodowska-Curie - Luxomancy (light, holy) - the past - ☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️ [Mod Note: thank you for including her real name :)]

archerfish (Toxitidae) - Aquamancy (water) - real life - they spit water from their mouths

Chris Redfield - Geomancy (earth) - Resident Evil - HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE DID TO THAT BOULDER

Slide - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - Playgrounds - I've been shocked by these bastards so many times in my childhood ):

Weathering - Geomancy (earth) - Real Life - "- can force the deterioration of rocks, soil, and minerals through prolonged exposure;

canonically responsible for a lot of really cool natural structures (as well as some admittedly not so cool ones but hey we can't all be successes 100% of the time ok)

haters say it's ruining their fave landmarks but it's just doing what it was made to do :(((

very iconic very slay vote weathering geomancy bracket 2k23 <333"

Oppenheimer - Ferromancy (metals) - Irl - He wield da bomba

Walt Disney - Cryomancy (ice) - Real life - Cryogenically frozen 💪💪

The Mud Wizard - Geomancy (earth) - Real Life - I think the Mud Wizard's performance here speaks for itself: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9l3bLAx4Ng

Dolphins - Aeromancy (wind) - Real life. - Okay, please hear me out on this one. While listing dolphins under Aeromancy may seem bizarre, they do have a real ability to form and manipulate bubble rings that they may use for play, social activities, and even to assist in hunting. This ability comes from the shape and material of the Melon(the forehead part). I believe that this ability(which you can research yourself) qualifies them for this tournament.

The One True Candle - Luxomancy (light, holy) - Saturday Night Live (The Christmas Candle) - Candles make light. This candle is also the most powerful Christmas savior so you can’t get more holy than that

Your mom - Electromancy (lightning, electricity) - My bedroom - Sparks flew between us last night ;) [Mod Note: she needed that]

Your dad - Geomancy (earth) - My bedroom - Idk if you felt it but we made the earth move last night ;) [Mod Note: he didn't need that]

Me - Pyromancy (fire) - Real life - I must be a firebender because I’m hot af

The LGBTQ+ Community - Luxomancy (light, holy) - The closet - What is light? Stuff that can be perceived by the human eye. What else is perceived by the human eye (AND caused by light)? The rainbow. Wake up America

ITS ME BOY IM THE PS5 - Luxomancy (light, holy) - TikTok - He appears totally normal at first, but through manipulation of lights he makes himself look unhinged and goblin-like. We all love him for this.

The Lorax - Phytomancy (plants, vegetation) - The Lorax - He speaks for the trees.

The John Boulderfan92 (as I assume that they sent all of these characters) saga:

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson - Geomancy (earth) - Real Life - You can’t knock the rock

Boulder - Geomancy (earth) - Rock of Ages franchise - They're literally a sentient boulder Boulder - Geomancy (earth) - The 1998 Thomas the Tank Engine episode "Rusty and the Boulder" - They're literally a sentient boulder

Rockbomb - Geomancy (earth) - Dragon Quest franchise - They're literally a sentient boulder (that also explode)

Brolder - Geomancy (earth) - Super Mario 3D World - They're a sentient boulder (with arms)

The Bowler - Geomancy (earth) - Dungeons & Dragons: 2nd Edition - Literally a sentient boulder mimicking creature

Boulder - Geomancy (earth) - Raiders of the Lost Ark - This boulder is not sentient but is pretty iconic and would be a shame if I didn't mention it

Rocky Roll - Geomancy (earth) - Skylanders - He's on a boulder, does that count?

Boulder - Geomancy (earth) - UDgame - This boulder is sentient, YIPEE!!!

The Boulder - Geomancy (earth) - Avatar: The Last Airbender - "The Boulder feels conflicted about fighting a young blind girl." "Sounds to me like you're scared, Boulder." "The Boulder's over his conflicted feelings, and now he's ready to bury you in a rock-a-lanche."

Also for those who are wondering, I'm not allowing real life/vine/tiktok submissions. Why? because I feel like they would have an unfair advantage due to people more likely to vote for the "funny ha ha" joke submissions. Also I wanted this tournament to just be about fictional characters.

[twilightknight17]

Last time on P3R: fun, not-fun, and another full moon!

Also, Koromaru <3

So I went back into Tartarus because two people wandered in like… three days before the full moon. So I gotta go get them. BUT. Elizabeth informed me that there was also something else in Tartarus I needed to rescue.

HOW did you get to the 72nd floor, kitty??? I mean, we got him out, he’s fine, but just ?????????

Elizabeth also requested another outing, this time to Naganaki Shrine. We had a great time. It’s actually really refreshing to have Elizabeth around. In a world where everyone seems to be some shade of unhappy, she’s full of wonder about the small things.

She recognizes a slide and a jungle gym, which means she’s seen them before somewhere. Do you think the Velvet attendants were kids once, like Lavenza? Now I want a whole room of the Velvet Room that looks like Discovery Zone.

Anyway, it’s full moon again. We’re off to an… abandoned underground military facility on the north side of the city. We didn’t have any trouble getting in, but once we arrived and determined that the shadow was deeper underground, we were surprised by two out of three of our weird trio of midnight assassins.

At least they’ve introduced themselves now.

Strega is pissed off that we’re trying to destroy the full moon shadows and Tartarus, because… they’re selfish, basically. If we get rid of the Dark Hour, they might lose their powers.

They like running around in a hidden hour, playing god. They like being untouchable assassins. And they don’t actually think Apathy Syndrome or anything worse that might come is something to worry about.

I mean… he’s not wrong, considering how many times over the course of Persona canon that humanity has almost destroyed itself. But like… dude. We still have to try.

Takaya and Jin lock us in the underground facility. Kudos to them, I guess, for not just shooting us dead right there. If they’re not killing anyone but their targets… at least they have some sense of decency? So, rather than banging on the impenetrable steel door, we’re going to head down into the dark to go look for the shadow.

...fun.

There are OLD ROCKETS AND DEAD BODIES DOWN HERE. Why would you just leave this stuff like this, wtf????

Anyway, something like 30 meters underground, we find the Justice Shadow! Or maybe Chariot?

Or both! It splits in half when you hit it hard enough. Which… the only thing that seemed to hit it hard enough was my theurgy abilities, so that was kind of a slog. They also do the thing where if one dies, the other revives it, so you have to balance your attacks so you can kill them in the same turn. I liked it. And the designs for these were cool. Half the full moon shadows so far have had really good designs, and the other half have just sort of been “...okay?” XD

So after the shadows are down, we call Ikutsuki to inform him that we won, but we are stuck in the base.

...sir, you could be a little more concerned???

Who are you sending, it’s still midnight???? Are you making us wait out the Hour? Hello????

We all make it back safe, though, and Pharos comes to visit literally the next night. I feel like I should be concerned that he showed up right away, but that’s fine. Hi, dude.

...baby boy, you could be a little more specific. X’D If we’ve got a traitor, that’s kind of important info.

Elizabeth gives me a chain-of-deals sidequest the next day, with the weird stipulation that she doesn’t want anything specific. She just wants me to trade the random bandage she gives me and turn it into something cool. I traded all over Iwatodai and ended with…

If she’s happy with what I got her, I’m glad. ^_^

Mitsuru calls a meeting in the evening, and we learn that Koromaru is better, and officially joining the team now!

No one’s really sure how this tech works, but with Aigis translating, we learn that Koromaru wants to help us because we saved him. He’s such a good boy. T_T

With the shadows eliminated and our fluffy new teammate, I’m ready for the rest of summer to be aweso---

...you know, Mitsuru, when I jokingly called you “mom”, it was just that. A joke. You didn’t have to do this to us. I’ve already had a week of mandatory track practice.

Fuuka claims that it’s only for “a few weeks”, so we should make the best of it. Actual school starts again in less than a month!! When do I get a break!! There’s at least two part-time jobs I haven’t even managed to try out yet because there’s no time!!

At least if I’m back at school, maybe I can rank up some of my school social links…

But first, we’re going on an outing with Junpei for some summer fun. We’re gonna smash a watermelon! And learn some more about Junpei in the process.

Instead of using Junpei’s childhood bat, Akihiko smashes the melon with his bare hands. Which… holy shit, senpai.

Adding injury to insult in terms of my summer break, Ikutsuki has decided that we all need to go to the doctor. You’re not my dad! Leave me alone! But I cannot refuse. We’re going one at a time, and my appointment is on the second to last day of summer school (which is only a week, btw, Fuuka).

Summer school sucks, though. Like… not only is it another week of just “go in, see cutscene, go home”, it takes my evening slots away too! Six days of getting nothing done, and the worst part is, even though it gave me points towards my academics for each day, my academics still didn’t rank up!! Ugh. X’’’’D

Thank god you can pet Koromaru.

When Friday rolls around, it’s off to the hospital for a checkup, which… goes very weirdly. Apparently Minato’s took much longer than everyone else’s, because his persona power is so unique. They had to run so many more tests! But, uh… what kind of tests are you running on personas at the hospital? That’s weird, Ikutsuki. What are you testing for?

He comments on how we’ve been making so much more progress since Minato arrived in Iwatodai.

Well, I am the Protagonist. B)

Apparently my fucking doctor’s appointment took so long that by the time I get back to Iwatodai station, it’s midnight. Like, wtf, Ikutsuki. Fuuka’s on-call with Lucia to make sure I get home safe, but before I can go anywhere, she detects a shadow in the city, like the night Koromaru got hurt.

LET’S GOOOOOOO, MOONLIGHT BRIDGE.

Sprinting off to Moonlight Bridge, I do not get to actually run around, but I do find Takaya and a weirdly fucked-up-looking Abbadon.

Minato and I are not willing to leave anyone to die, even if it’s this dude, so we team up to take out our common foe. Takaya’s gun is really effective, but we also get to see him summon his persona.

Dude looks like he’s in pain while summoning, and no wonder, considering what his persona looks like.

We successfully take out the shadow, and Takaya leaves before Mitsuru can show up to get me. But not before acknowledging that he owes me for my help. We’re enemies, but he doesn’t leave his debts unpaid.

Dude’s bonkers, but again, apparently has some sense of decency in there somewhere.

The summer festival rolls around, and it’s nice. We went with Aigis and Mitsuru, to give Aigis some more regular human experiences.

...I just suggested that we hold hands!

Koromaru is also a regular part of the household now, so you can spend time with him like you do your other teammates. Either going for walks, or…

You know what? Okay. Let’s do it.

Outstanding.

Lastly, since NONE of my school confidants are available to rank up, I guess we’re going out with the Gourmet King, again. Who is 100% legit in a cult and I am uncomfortable.

DUDE, NO. I’m not drinking your damn kool aid. I’m going home to watch more documentaries with Koromaru. X’’’’D

Next time I need to head back into Tartarus to see about the new area that unlocked. I’ve been trying to go for like a week, but stuff keeps happening at night! God, P3, I’m trying to manage my time and you are killing me. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m not gonna max everyone’s links this time around, but I want to at least try, you know?

[discotitsposts]

epilogue i. season 7

it’s thunderstorming outside yayyy

spoilers for ep

-

this is sad

IS THIS THE ONE WHERE REID GOES IN THE WATER

penelope in hotch office

JJ looks so good

reid watching rossi

rossi never takes longer than 17 minutes to turn a page

extrapolating probabilities. bro speaking another language

why oh why do i watch this show while eating.

especially while eating a bologna sandwich

the area means something to the unsub

1016 yes

isn’t he drowning them and then doing cpr

GARCIAS OUTFIT IS SO CUTE

FASTER THAN A HOTCH ROCKET

doesn’t one of the girls get left behind

HES TAKING THE GAS OUT OF THE WATER SCOOTER

what’s it called

jet ski i think

handsome spencer as usual 🤭emily looks gorgeous too

having bi panic rn

DO NOT GO WITH THE GUY

damn it she went with him

ISNT THIS ALL BC THIS GUY WANTS TO KNIWVWHAT HAPPENES WHEN U DIE

this strawberry soda is delicious

hotch looks rlly good

omg doesn’t the mom almost die

that’s so sad about rossi’s ex wife

REID STOP BEING SO FINE UR GONNA KILL ME

the cardigan🤭😫

i will make hipaa my bitch😭 GARCIA PLS

ugh why is everyone so hot

me just staring at reid’s beautiful eyes

dude he has her in the trunk

“did you see the light” yeah the bright ass sun behind ur big head dude

hottest fbi agents period

REID AND PRENTISS SHARING THEIR DEATH EXPERIENCES

he may be a man of science but he could be my science man😫

reid seeing light and prentiss seeing dark is sad :(

“You actually died” REID STOP IM GONNA CRY

nah this man couldn’t have got me i can swim so i would have swam away like a fishie bye motherfucker

me when reid speaks

“come and get me u son of a bitch” lol come and get it na na na na na na na na

spencer running god i love this man so much

the vest 😫

mans ran towards the light

haha they saved him

wet spencer wet spencer wet spencer yes pls!

OH MY GOD THE WAY SPENVER SAID UR UNDER ARREST. YES SIR PLS ARREST ME ILL DO ANYTHING

wait the hotel room rossi’s ex wife is in the number is 118 lol (9-1-1 reference)

oh no this is sad :(

NOO

awww rossi at her grave

OH MT GOD THEY HAD A SON WHO DIED??? I DONT REMEMBER THIS

the end

[fearhims3lf]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @2fast2furyous @fearhims3lf

SUMMARY: Gia and Mateo meet at a traffic light and bet on a small race.

WARNINGS: None

The air was brisk and bitter, at least according to her weather app. Gia normally would have taken her car out on a day like this, but ever since she died last week she hadn’t even noticed the late fall chill. Maybe that was a perk to being whatever she was, she could take her bike out year round if she wanted to. With all of the strange sludge pouring out around town the bike tended to just be a bit easier to maneuver around town. With nowhere in particular to go but a burning need to get out of the house, Gia threw on her leather biker jacket and her fingerless driving gloves and headed outside. 

As she drove about town Gia was trying to let the bellowing sounds of the motor drown out her inner voice to no avail. Some of the people she rode past felt like they were beckoning to her, pulling her in like there was an invisible string connecting the two of them. She needed to get away from everyone. She just needed to get away. 

Before she could turn towards the more secluded areas of town, however, Gia came across a red light and slowed her motorcycle to a stop as she approached it. In the lane next to her another biker was already stopped. She looked over at what he was riding. For this town, his rig was pretty decent. She didn’t seem to recognize him, though. 

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Not many cars seemed to be cruising around the streets with that damn goo spread all over. Most took to walking or even simply staying home because of it, but not Mateo. He was happy to see the roads so desolate and free of idiots who never seemed to care about motorists on two wheels. 

On more than one occasion, the mare found himself just barely missing an oblivious driver due to their negligence. While being dead granted him with much protection from most things, he didn’t like the mess created when he bled. It was always more of a hassle than it was worth, especially because glitter never came out of anything. So Mateo was more than glad to see the roads open for his bike, even more so when a fellow rider slowed down next to him at a stop light. He smiled under his helmet, almost forgetting to raise the face shield so he could be seen.

“Nice ride.” He twisted his handle, throttling the engine of his black Triumph Rocket 3R. It was meant to be more of greeting than showing off, but Mateo wouldn’t back away if it was taken as the latter. “Never seen you ‘round, though. You new here?”

Gia listened to the roaring echoes of the Rocket’s engine and couldn’t help but smile. It was a sound that told her two things with fair certainty: this guy kept his bike in great condition and she could absolutely smoke his ass. Her eyes darted around what she could see of the bike before her attention turned to the rider. “Not too bad yourself.” One hand on the brakes, one on the throttle, Gia let the engine of her Suzuki Hayabusa return the greeting. 

“Never been from anywhere but here. Guess you don’t hang ‘round the cool places in town.” From what she could see it was admittedly a bit surprising that they had never crossed paths, it seemed like they certainly had some common interests. Then again, Gia usually spent more of her time on four wheels. “But, ya know, I get it. Some people are all show with their engines. Can’t really hang with the professionals. Seems like you aren’t running factory settings at least, shows you’ve got some respect for the bike.” The soft smirk on her face was, hopefully, an indication that this was standard playful trash talk. Often being the only girl in racing circles, Gia had learned that some men couldn’t handle any level of trash talk from a woman. It was a great litmus test to check how douchey certain dudes were. 

A woman truly after a trash man’s heart. Tattoos, smack talk, a mechanic, and she without a doubt enjoyed punk music. Mateo wasn’t the type to swoon or chase, but if he had to pick, the woman next to him would be a fantastic choice. “Okay, okay. You obviously know your way around town and an engine.” He laughed, genuinely. “Ain’t been in town very long and my job has me traveling, but if you’re down, I’d let you show me around.” Roaring his engine again, Mateo leaned back and eyed the stranger with interest. She really did know how to draw a person in, especially when said person’s type was strong women.

“I like engines and making them purr, but racing them? Not my forté.” With a shrug, Mateo chuckled, eyes quickly darting to the traffic light. Still red. Good. “All I really do is test their ability and then just cruise. But…” He raised a brow, grinning. “If I find the right person—or if someone is mad rude—I’ve been known to burn some rubber for the sake of respect or fun.” The traffic light turned green, but with no one else around and the prospect of a race, Mateo ignored it, enjoying the view instead. “You lookin’ to have some fun, ma?” He throttled his engine, egging her on. “Show me what that engine do.”

“What makes you think I wanna show you around?” Admittedly, of all the guys who’ve revved their engines at Gia, he had at least gotten her attention in a positive way. Maybe it was the way his laugh sounded, or perhaps it was because he wasn’t making her earn the apparent respect he was giving her. He was simply taking her at her word. Maybe it was all talk, getting her guard down before offering up a friendly race. For the first time since her death, however, she felt something other than pure rage in this interaction. It wasn’t much but it was more than enough to keep Gia invested. 

“Racing’s about a lot more than just how well your engine purrs,” she couldn’t imagine the hit her reputation would take if she agreed to this race with a self-proclaimed ‘cruiser’ and she lost. Experienced or not, he had the horsepower to give her a run for her money. Somehow that was part of what was pulling her in. She smirked as she heard his engine revving again, “I’m always looking for some fun. Real question is whether or not you’re able to give me some.” She had been itching to feel alive, to feel a rush again. “Next light on this road is in half a mile.” Gia looked up at the green light, knowing that it would switch to yellow shortly. “Go on yellow,” she said before turning her attention back to her bike and shifting into a better racing position. 

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“Then I’m in luck ‘cause I’m always looking for some fun too. Not many people know what fun is.” It was like clockwork, the way the woman gave another snarky comment, keeping Mateo on his toes. The only other person who’d given the mare a run for his money was Xóchitl, who was admittedly a little too good at running the man in circles. He didn’t mind. The chase was half the fun, and if the sound of the engine next to him was any indication, he was about to be in one hell of a pursuit. Not that Mateo minded in the slightest whether he won or lost. Then again, he began to wonder what the winner got. 

“Hey,” He whistled, keeping an eye on the light just in case it changed. “Any idea about what you wanna wager?” His engine roared a bit more, “Since you don’t wanna show me around, maybe you’ll have to if you lose. A bigger punishment, you know?” Mateo smirked playfully, sliding his visor back down before facing the traffic light. A half mile wasn’t much. With both of their engines, it would take a matter of seconds for it to be over, and when the light changed, both bikes burst forward. If luck was on Mateo’s side, and it looked like it was given the short lead he had to start with, he’d see a whole other side of town with a baddie next to him. 

Normally, in the more formally planned races that Gia took part in, people raced for one of two things: cold hard cash or pink slips. It was unspoken, of course, that respect would also be awarded to whoever crossed that finish line first. She hadn’t ever raced for … a date? Was that what he was trying to get at? “Cute idea.” Gia laughed and without turning to look at him again she added, “When I win, Imma get that jacket. And the benefit of not having to play tour guide.” 

Those few seconds before kicking off a race used to bring Gia an almost overwhelming rush of adrenaline, the uncertainty of what was about to unfold knotted in her gut. Even now, even though she wanted so desperately to feel that way, everything was just so muted. She quite literally couldn’t sync her breath with her heartbeat as she stared at the glowing green light and waited for it to switch to yellow. 

She told herself that was why the other bike seemed to shoot forward a fraction of a second before she did and that caused all of that rage bubbling below the surface to jolt back up. It was anger Gia felt towards herself, an anger that she wasn’t what she wanted to be. It only grew her need to win - she just needed to get the fuck out of her own head. It took a second, precious time she didn’t have in a race like this, but Gia got her focus back and closed the lead that the guy had on her. She smiled to herself, feeling more in control. Next step: take the lead. 

There were few races that the mare had ever participated in, all amateur in nature and the result of petty remarks thrown around. Despite any real experience, Mateo could feel it in his bones that he made a grave mistake when he released the throttle and sent himself surging forward. That was most of the power his bike could produce in a flash, and if the saying ‘slow and steady wins the race’ had any real logic behind it, Mateo believed his excitement might have already cost him. He cursed at himself for it, rolling his shoulders and already missing the leather he’d soon be losing.

Mateo swallowed, teeth grinding with frustration. No, he thought. No. Get outta your head. He swallowed, still trying to keep himself composed as his opponent took off in front of him. From there, Mateo had quite the view, though the distraction couldn’t keep its hold if he wanted to win. But would losing a jacket be so bad? He pondered on the thought, his competitive nature winning out and mixing with the more relaxed part of him. That was better, really. Now he was having fun and speeding up, neck-in-neck with a certified baddie. There was a grin on his face, covered by his helmet. Mateo was sure it wouldn’t fade, win or lose.

The soft and steady hum of the bike between her legs grounded Gia’s thoughts as she stayed focused on the road ahead of her. A lot of people thought that you needed to focus on who you were up against during a race in order to win, but she knew that wasn’t true. In any race she had ever run, Gia’s only competition was with herself. If she just focused on her wheels, her engine, her path then she was set. Distractions, like thinking about how great she’d look in that jacket or how cute his stupid little smirk was or where his bike was, they didn’t serve her at that moment. 

After she took enough of a lead, Gia pulled her bike up in front of his so that they weren’t riding side-by-side anymore. It was unnecessary, sure, given that this was just a friendly race, but Gia was never one to take it easy when it came to this shit. The night air felt warm against her cold skin, and the distance between herself and that next set of lights was closing with rapid acceleration. There was something so pure about an impromptu street race - no prepping or planning, no crowd. As her bike crossed over the threshold of the intersection, solidifying her win, Gia smiled softly. 

For the first time since the race started, she looked back in her rear view mirror, impressed with how close of a race he had made it. Gia shifted her hands off the gas and onto the brakes as she spun her handlebars around, in that swift motion she slowed and spun her bike around so that she was facing the opposite direction and her tires left skid marks as the bike pulled over to a stop. Normally she’d take a minute to catch her breath, let her heart rate drop back to a normal pulse; all of which was unnecessary these days. 

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It felt like an eternity the way the two bikes were at an impasse. A game of cat and mouse, each bike fighting to gain the advantage. Mateo fought for his bike to speed past the bike next to him, but the tachometer was reaching its peak and the temperature gauge was slowly creeping toward the side of overheating. If he let that happen, the bike would be done for, and it’d take weeks for Mateo to repair the engine. Not that it mattered anyway. The stranger had more heat to pack in her bike and she picked up the pace, securing her win as she sped past the finish line with ease. 

Mateo made it past only a moment later, shifting his weight and hitting the brake in time to skid to a halt right next to the winner. And quite frankly, she slid into her win a lot more smoothly than he did. It brought a smile to Mateo’s face. He planted his brake down and removed his helmet with one swift motion, placing it carefully over one of the handlebars. “Hell of a beast you got there,” He bowed respectfully, already shrugging out of his favorite bike jacket. At the very least, he could afford another. It would just not have all the sentimental value he’d collected over the hundreds of rides he’d gone through wearing it. Mateo supposed it couldn’t be helped. A bet was a bet, and he wasn’t the type to hold out on his end of the bargain. He was a man of repute. 

“I believe this is yours.” His smile was lackluster but respectful, and he offered his jacket over. “Can’t be mad at a loss like that.” A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head side to side as he playfully pondered. “Well, I can be, but only at myself.” A more genuine smile spread across Mateo’s face and he took a deep breath, trying to focus less on what he lost, and focus more on the adrenaline still coursing through. With that energy, he’d be able to jump around and eat well later. Not all was lost. 

Part of the respect of the race was being humble in defeat. As skilled as she was, Gia had tasted that more than a few times herself. Sometimes it’s just not your race and how you act in those moments is a show of character. Gia pulled her helmet off, securing it to her bike and dropping the kickstand before she stood up. They were pulled off close enough to the side of the road that she wasn’t really concerned about other vehicles on the road - not that there were any in sight. 

“Yeah, she’s pretty amazing. Can’t take all the credit… my pops made a few of the mods on her. Bikes are more his thing, I usually prefer to have four hunks of rubber on the ground.” Gia watched as he slid the leather jacket off, revealing even more tattoos than she had seen earlier. “Any of that local?” She reached out and grabbed the jacket when it was offered and even though she already kinda knew that she wasn’t gonna really keep it, she took her own jacket off and threw his on.  

Even though she didn’t feel it herself, she knew it was cold out. “Don’t beat yourself up too bad. This is kinda my shit… and you had me there for a few seconds.” Gia grinned, sliding her hands into the pockets of the jacket and leaning gently against her bike. “Tell ya what, this shit is real nice, definitely worth more than that race was. Feel like it’s only fair for me to give you a shot at winning it back.” 

Scanning the bike in full, it was plain as day (or rather night) that Mateo didn’t stand a chance to begin with. All the mods were hidden under their covers, but the sound all but purred as it stood idly on the side of the road. “More into cars, huh?” So was Mateo, and if this went as well as he was thinking despite the loss, there was a chance he’d be able to show off his truck. “I actually have an old school Chevy truck that I’ve tricked out over the years. Nothing crazy. Just making it pretty and making sure it runs beautifully.” He smiled, a little taken aback when he saw just how beautiful the winner next to him was. Tattoos galore just like him and a gorgeous face to boot. Also like him, but Mateo held his ego back. The loss hurt a lot less. 

“Nah. Just moved here a few months back. Most of these are from a homeboy of mine that I met in Texas. Liked his style so much I kept going back, but it’s kind of a far drive to get some more ink by him.” Lifting his shirt to reveal his latest tattoo, Mateo pointed at it with a smile. “This though, it’s from here.” It was the face of the Aztec god Tláloc. Lined boldly and shaded like an old style tattoo. “Homegirl did a great job honestly. Will probably go back and get something else.” 

Mateo chuckled at the way he was being reassured, but he waved it off and continued to smile. He wasn’t upset at the loss. Bets are bets, and he always prided himself on being a man of his word. But he’d be lying if he said the idea of winning his shit back didn’t pique his interest. “Well, I do have taste, ya know?” With a laugh, he threw his leg over his bike and leaned against it with his arms crossed and a brow raised. “What’s this about winning it back, though?”

“Been working on them since I was strong enough to hold a torque. Been driving ‘em since I was tall enough to reach the pedals,” Gia couldn’t help but be a bit impressed when he started talking about his truck. Based on the build of his bike and the way that he rode, she had a suspicion that he was downplaying the truck's build. “Oh, yeah? What kinda engine you got on it?” It seemed somewhat presumptuous to ask outright, but she was genuinely quite curious to get a look under the hood. Every car had its own build and personality and when you take the time to do it all yourself, it can be quite telling as to the mechanics' own energy. 

“Texas? Shit. What brought you up this way?” Gia watched as he lifted up his shirt, impossible not to admire the physique of the canvas in addition to the skillful tattoo lines. “That’s wicked nice. You go to Seven Serpents?” There were a handful of shops in or around town, but they by far had the best reputation. Pulling down the neck of her t-shirt, Gia pointed at the flowers surrounding the heart tattoo that she had across her sternum, “Got this whole thing done there, but some of the flowers are new additions.” 

Gia shrugged nonchalantly at his question, partly cause she hadn’t exactly thought of another competition where he could win the jacket back. “Usually I’d offer up a rematch… but that wouldn’t really be giving you a fair shot at a win,” she teased with a smirk. “So, ya know, maybe we’ll make this loser's choice. You got something you think you could beat me at?” 

Damn. This woman was getting more and more intriguing by the second. Mateo couldn’t wait to pick her brain on vehicle specs and get her opinion on how to improve his builds. “Got a V8 running in that baby. Old school engine I rebuilt with my pops from his old LS6. Thing is a beauty and I can totally show you some time…whatever your name is—I just realized I never got your name.” He paused with a smile, which quickly turned into a laugh. “Just been calling you baddie in my head.” 

With a shrug, he moved on and patted his stomach happily as he listened to the disbelief at how far he’d traveled. Mateo missed home everyday, and hated being so far away, but he knew it was better for him to be in Wicked’s Rest. There were people to protect, and he couldn’t really do that if he lived close. “Work. It is what it is. I don’t mind too much. Especially when I keep meeting some bad motherfuckers out here.” That had to put an end to the topic, Mateo hoped. He didn’t like lingering on thoughts of his family too long. His face was already starting to falter. He could feel it. Thankfully, the tattoo talk was a good distraction for them both, and Mateo took to admiring the beauty of the woman and the art on her flesh. “Yeah. That’s where I went. Nice to see more work from there. Shit is dope as hell.” 

Mateo quirked a brow at the offer, though he didn’t really care about the jacket. He was more interested in the idea of getting to show off a bit of his skill and spending time with someone he found so attractive. “All right.” He grinned, turning slightly to rev his engine playfully. “Then loser picks some ax and knife throwing. There’s a place down the way, and I’ll even pay for it.”

Grinning at the offer to check out the engine, almost as if he had read her mind, Gia nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to get a look at what you’re working with under the hood.” In response to his comment about calling her baddie, Gia laughed and rolled her eyes playfully; thankful that she was physically unable to blush in that moment. Normally shit like that coming from guys she met while racing just gave her the absolute ick, but that wasn’t the reaction she had to him. “Gia,” she offered up after contemplating for a second if she was gonna make him work harder for the information. “What about you? I haven’t been calling you anything in my head, but a name for a name seems like a fair trade.” 

She made note of the fact that they, evidently, went to the same parlor. Gia hadn’t been back for anything new since her death since she didn’t wanna have to explain why her skin was so cold. There was a part of her that also wondered if tattoos would take on dead skin, she figured it would but didn’t really want people around when she found out for sure. 

Not missing a beat, Gia threw her own jacket into the pack attached to the back of her bike and then slid her helmet back on. “Yeah, yeah, I know the place.” Swinging her one leg over to the other side of the bike, she released the kickstand and settled into the seat, smirking over at him she said, “First one there gets to pick if we’re starting with axes or knives,” before clutching the throttle and speeding off down the road. 

[jaytoons7]

“things have changed." How about this prompt but with Charles and Burt of your shifted timeline verse?

Really going for the hard hitting one huh? Have an abridged version of a planned scene!

Charles could feel his head throb as he slowly regained consciousness. He tried to move, But quickly realized he was suspended in midair by his wrists. He looked around and saw that he was in one of the cells of the Toppat's rocket. Perfect...

He began thrashing about, Trying to at least loosen the cuffs on his wrists. "You've always been the stubborn type huh? Never knowing when to quit..."

Charles looked towards the voice and saw someone familiar enter his cell. "Burt..?" Tears threatened to form in his eyes. "N-No way... I thought you died and-" "Lemme guess, "My body was never found"?" Burt hummed. "A lotta things are exaggerated on the news nowadays."

"Dude, We have so much catching up to do!" Charles smiled as tears began falling down his face. "C'mon, All you gotta do is find a way to get these stupid cuffs off me and then we'll be home free-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Burt interrupted. "I can't do that." Charles had a look of confusion. "W-Why not? I mean, You managed to escape from your cell after the Toppats kidnapped you, Right?"

"Kidnapped me..?" Burt suddenly let out a humorless laugh. "God Charles, That's rich! That made my entire day, Which was already going pretty damn well. Lemme put it in a way you'll understand."

Burt put on his headphone attached top hat. "I was the one that brought you here! I gave direct orders for your capture! For all those 10 years I've been "dead", I have been working for the Toppat Clan!"

"W-What..!?" Charles' voice stung with betrayal. He tried to find the words to say, But all he could manage was... "How... How could you..?"

"How could I..? How could I!?" Burt suddenly grabbed Charles by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward. "Did you honest to God think that if there was even a small chance that I was still alive, That I would have any loyalty left to those government dogs!?"

He let out another laugh, But this one was a lot angrier. "You really are still that dense huh!? It's almost fucking comical!" He then let go of Charles, Calming himself down. "But it doesn't matter. You'll know the truth once, Actually... I'd rather not spoil it. You'll figure it out soon enough."

Burt turned around, Ready to leave, Until Charles spoke up once again. "W-What..." His voice was raspy. "What happened to you..?"

Burt didn't even bother looking back at him. "Things have changed, Charles..." He let out a growl. "And you know exactly whose fault that is..."

Charles watched Burt slam the cell door as he left. He had finally figured out what happened to his brother, But a part of him now wished he didn't...

[danni-k]

“Stop that.” You said while tapping the back of his head with the beer you brought him to replace the one in his hand.

“What?” Draken questioned as he took the bottle from you.

You’re clenching your jaw. Stop that you’ll cause yourself to get a headache. Why are you stressing about anyway?” You question while massaging his jaw with your now free hand.

“Have you not been paying attention to the news? The crime rate is sky rocketing and fucking Bonten is behind most of it.” He said pointing his bottle at the tv. Eww Sanzu has been going overboard with the guys on the docks lately. Why does he never get fussed at for not cleaning his messes like you and Rin do?

“So what does that have to do with you? You’re acting like you could have stopped it.” Playing it off like you don’t know exactly what happened.

“Well…”

“No! How?” You screamed while eating your popcorn. Did you know this yes. Were you still nosy enough to want to hear it from another source, yes.

“Me and the leader; the dude with the neck tattoo we were friends when we were kids. We grew a part after his sister died.” Sitting the now empty bottle down he looked out the patio door almost not really wanting you to see his face.

“How did she die, if you don’t mind me asking?” It was the one part no one told you almost as if it was against the law to bring it up.

“Gang violence. We were the head of this gang and this dude that we kicked out got into his adopted brother’s head and she ended up getting caught in the middle of a gang fight.” He got up going to the kitchen, he came back with two glasses and the strongest bourbon from the bar. This was serious enough for him the drink.

“Sounds like you took the blame for her death.” You said taking a sip out of the glass he poured you. “That is not of God and I don’t appreciate you trying to kill me.”

“I couldn’t protect her. I loved her and I couldn’t protect her. I didn’t even get to tell her.”

“Is that what has you so hung up? If we’re half as annoying with her as you are with me she knew. Also from what you’ve shown me you aren’t a real thug so I’m sure you weren’t the one who killed her or knew she was targeted. If you feel this way about a lost love, think about how he feels, that was his sister it’s technically his job to protect her and he let a stupid fight with some loser made him lose sight of it. Not just him think of how his brother must feel to be used in such a way that cost him his family.” Coming over to the couch he was sitting on you realized how much he’s been keeping to hisself, out of all the times you’ve watched him at his job, with his friends, or just alone he always had a wall up and always made sure others were okay even if was inconvenient for him.

“When it comes to his brother he also died that same day, he got shot saving his best friend. All I know is he started pulling away from all of us a year after it all happened and then he got with all those yes men around him that he never hears no.” Taking the remaining liquid in your glass and adding it to his own he downed it stating the last part angrily. Yes you all were slightly scared of Mikey but yes men was a little overboard you told him no three times this week.

“He’s alone? I know it’s stupid but I can see how pulling him away might be he way of healing. I did it with my family when my mom died.How do you know who he has around him?” So rude of him to assume they were your idiots to protect. “You also ran away from your family and now live half way around the world from your family. You’re not the best example.You work for two of them. You can’t tell me you don’t know that those idiots are part Bonten. They literally have the gang’s tattoo on their necks.”he laughed finally releasing the tension in his back.

“Exactly I came here and made a new family, coping level 100. My bosses are idiots who get matching tattoos what they mean has nothing to do with me. Off the record I am sure 60% of the money they make is not legal but that is none of my business.”it was more like 95% but that’s neither here nor there.

“You are probably right the less you know the better. Have you seen that guy at the club?”

“Who the short guy with the bad ass bob? Probably, the Haitanis block off parts of the hallway in the vip rooms some days so I don’t know who’s all there. Why?” You asked again trying to catch up with Draken you were in dire need of a chaser that bourbon was not as sweet as you liked and you were slowly dying inside. Although Mikey’s bob was fabulous now that Koko talked him into getting layers cut in.

“Nothing, just watch out around those guys.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sure and you stop feeling like it’s your fault your friend’s sister died. You are not at fault, who ever brainwashed his brother is the one at fault. It can affect your relationship with women down the road.” You replied while getting up to head to your room.“You know you’re very good at this Why don’t you use your degree again?” He asked while staring up at you. “Client/doctor confidentiality mostly, I wouldn’t be able to tell you any of the things I would hear then how would I entertain you?”you mused.

“I can think of a few ways.”

@cottacyber @bubble4u @summerxxplosion @cekbec

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bonus

[senorablack]

Don't Make Me Change My Mind

Words: 2970 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Humor, Sharing a Bed, POV Eddie Munson, Touch-Starved Summary: When they're forced to share a bed, Eddie is adamant about the pillow law. Steve couldn't care less, if he's honest. Written for the prompt: There is another bed, but it's literally dangerous (falling apart, infested with bugs, ect) shared by tumblr user creweemmaec11

The west coast is ridiculously beautiful with all its big trees and sunny beaches, but damn is it expensive. The hotel they wrangle up for the night is totally meant for a particular clientele (a profile he doesn’t really fill anymore thanks to that apprenticeship at the garage) which means that foot traffic will become a sound problem come midnight. It’s got clean sheets, though, from what he could see, working faucets, some pop and chips in a vending machine that’s broken in (total score) and is a few steps away from the ocean. All this sorta evens out the way one of the doubles collapses into itself as soon as Eddie’s ungracefully falling into it. Sort of.

“Shit, are you okay, Eddie? Dude, what happen?” 

Eddie hears a pair of thumps first, which might be their duffles being tossed to the side and then that tell-tale of Steve Harrington’s there’s-a-damsel-in-distress gallop toward him. Eddie’s panicked, chin to chest, heels to Jesus, and ass deep in the break of two wood slats.

“I can’t believe this is how I fuckin’ go.” Eddie’s griping, trying to wiggle himself out. “Not after everything. Promise me you’ll cook up something spicy, Steve! Tell the kids I love ‘em but base jumping was my true passion.”

“Shut up and stop squirming. You’re like, making it worse.” Steve says. “And give me your hands.”

It’s on a one-and-a-two-and-a-three-and-a that Eddie is finally flying free of the condemned bed and rocketing into Steve’s sturdy chest. He drops his forehead there, clutching at the heart of Steve’s shirt and tries to remember how breathing works. Steve snorts and pats consoling at Eddie’s waist.

“Actually, next time I have a near death—do me a solid and let it happen. I’m getting real tired of this will I, won’t I.”

“Not a chance in hell.” Steve says, detangling Eddie’s fingers from his shirt. “Stop being dramatic.”

  “I’m serious. It’s the universe, Steve, it’s holding out a neon sign and it’s yelling something like give up all hope, because the end is nigh, no, we’re not sure about the gritty details but rest assured, it is the end and it is fucking nigh.”

“There’s no way that could fit on one sign. Help me grab the bags, would ya?” Steve says, grabbing his own and throwing it on the desk. Eddie leans backwards into it and crosses his arms. 

“Almost died and you’re going on about manual labor. You’re selfless. An empath. A philanthropist deserving of a Nobel. Tell you what, when they come asking for a foreword for that biography, I’ll volunteer to write it myself and make sure to mention tonight.”

“Do me a favor and make sure they get my good side when they’re mulling over cover shots.”

[evanisalittlelost]

Not to self, don't get Vergil started on the insane theories made by flat earthers.

So, my beloved uncle learned about Flat Earth Theory today. If you've ever seen Vergil get on a tangent about something, well... you are missing a show.

It started off innocent enough with Dad laughing at an article about this one person in the newspaper trying to prove the Earth is flat. I will try and transcribe the conversation as best as I can...

Dad: *laughing* this dude tried building a rocket ship in his backyard so he can prove the Earth is flat.

Vergil: *drops book* That is ridiculous. Everyone knows the Earth is almost a perfect sphere. What are they teaching the youth these days. *looks at me on the couch* Evan, what are these fools teaching?

Me: *hiding behind psychology textbook* Leave me out of this conversation.

Vergil: *grunts and stands up* Today's society is lacking in general knowledge. Have we not figured out the Earth was a sphere during the days of the great philosophers? I hope this is just one fool that believes this mess.

Dad and I look at each other. It was more of a 'are you going to tell him or should I' thing. We have this telepathic connection... kidding not really.

Dad: it's a whole ass bowel movement Vergil. A very stinky, shitty bowel movement.

I'd like to point out that these are my Dad's filthy words, not mine and they are exact.

Me: there is a actually a legitimate Flat Earth Society now with thousands of members.

Vergil: *takes deep breath* Fools! All of them! Have humans really regressed in intelligence? I don't even want to know if this idiot succeeded in his endeavor.

Dad: Oh, he succeeded in proving gravity is indeed real. *turns the newspaper around to show the article to Vergil*

Vergil: Man dies after trying to fly to space to prove the Earth is Flat. *crosses arms and does the whole nose in the air thing* Serves him right.

And that was my day, everyone. Of course, the conversation kept going after that, and Dad got a kick out of it. Nothing too bad happened. But boy, when you get Vergil on a subject, he will chew on it like a dog.

Gotta love him.

[mettic]

Talking about multiplayer games 2022

Hi, I don’t really talk about this much because I mostly do it on twitter, but for the past two years or so I got active on backloggd because I enjoy writing in depth about video games but wont pretend that I have the speech ability to start a video game essay youtube. Feel free to read some of those if you want, I put more time into them than I should

However those who did click it might've noticed that I don’t really put stuff out on multiplayer based games. It’s not that I don’t play them; I play a lot really, but I have a hard time leaving a permanent review on multiplayer games just because of how the modern multiplayer games are; if you game is not actively updated it dies and is left in the dust. Every multiplayer game, even if it doesn’t call itself one, is a live service game, and live service games have to be iterated on constantly, it’s just the nature of the beast. How do you put a review on something that might radically change in a year from now? 

But I do want to talk about multiplayer games i put a decent amount of time into; but backloggd doesn’t have liek an individual journel entry thing i think and twitter doesn’t have the character limit for it, so I wanted to talk about multiplayer focused games I put time into this year  in this post. check it out under the cut

Lets just peel the Bandaid off real quick

Fortnite

fuck me. 

I think everyone has a character that fortnite will put into the game and it’ll break the camel’s back and you go “alright, i gotta see whats going on” and install it. for me it was vegeta.

It’s all an elaborate bait. They lure you in with truly outrageous crossovers; like shonens? we got DBZ, naruto and now MHA. Your favorite game characters? we got a lot of them; and god help us if they managed to make a deal with nintendo. You like marvel? cuz baby we Got Marvel. And the trap they lure you into with the bait? it’s that... fortnite is a good game?

Fortnite just hits a wonderful level of casual while still being a game where you can solo queue. The game just loves adding or rotating in weird stuff and it conjoins into a truly unique experience, while still having solid gunplay and honest 1v1s.

I’ve caught people filling gas with a pumpkin themed rocket launcher, turning them and the entire gas station into dust. In squads we set up a bounty, all four of us got on our own motorcycles and bows and chased them half way through the map like we were modern day mongels. I downed someone, picked them up, and had my friend with the bow that shoots poison gas shoot a cloud at my feet so I can smoke a dude out to death in my hands, which irl would likely be a for real warcrime. I can’t get this anywhere else.

other short thoughts: the game’s story setup of an island where realities crash together does wonders for the games skins. Outside of the collab stuff the skin parameters jsut being “a human body shape”  means they have full freedom to do whatever they want with skins; and this game has better original skins that most games on the market, there’s something you like in it. 

Part of the game’s success is its ability to just pump out content faster than any other game on the market, almost to the detriment of the entire gaming scene. The game rotates in new stuff almost every single week. Season 4 almost feels like a brand new game. Every other games output factor feels sluggish comapred to fortnite, which isnt fair because they make a bazillion dollars a day.

Also all of this is because of no build. Every time i’ve played gamemodes with build I find building just a straight detriment to the game. I would not of gotten into this game if I didnt get into it when no build was in the game; something that i’m pretty sure epic realizes. add no build royal rumble NOW

Fortnite unfortunately rules on multiple fronts

Gundam Evolution

Gundam Evo is a fun game with just the most annoying progression/monetization on earth.

Gundam is fun, fast, with cool characters even though I mostly just wanted to play methus/unicorn. Coming off the OW2 beta where i played for one evening with friends and didnt feel like playing it again into evo felt like night and day. Felt more frag heavy, far less CC/shield shooting, everyone’s got dashes, far less dependant on mmo tank/healer/dps focus in shooting game for some reason lead fora very fun time.

It still had overwatch problems; sometimes a team pops 3 ults at the same time and you just gotta give it up, lower skill team mates makes the game extremely hard and lop sided, ect ect but I still greatly enjoyed it more than OW2 and is one of the funner games in terms of pure shooting

however, the F2P aspect of the game basically killed it for me. The currency to buy units (and loot boxes) is limited to just rewards from the battlepass; of which giving how the first two went will require you to reach almost the end of the BP to get enough currency to buy a unit. Given the plan seemingly to add 1 unit a season, there’s no way to acquire every unit free to play (there’s 5 locked from the beginning, 6 now with Nu) , and if you fall off for a season the stuff you cant get just piles up. Along with that the daily/weekly system is frustrating; all quests are also locked to randomly selected choices of units, an idea perhaps made to force variation but often leads to you just not playing what you want so you dont fall behind on the BP. 

This all came to a head for me when i finished the S1 BP, took a break from the game, returned to S2 to see that every weekly/daily i had was for units I don’t want to play and had all interest in playing get sucked out of me.

Gundam evo is a fun game just dragged into the mud with the infuriating f2p design choices.

Multiple Different Fighting Games

I have a complication relationship with fighting games. I like them, and buy them, but just cant commit myself to them. I hate playing online, part of it being how ladder experience in most fighting games and also i’m not good at them so I get angry if I’m not playing with my friends, and sometimes i still get mad when i’m playing with friends. I’ll keep buying them and there’s plenty I do want to put more time into, but I had hitting discords with @everyone games? so a lot of them are doomed to be low on play time. here’s a quick rundown for them anyways

KOF 2002UM: picked up for the rollback update. I already kinda knew it but I played a decent amount of KOF this year and I really enjoy this franchise, hitting a nice middle ground between games like SF and faster anime fighters for me. This game is very fun and I had a blast. I also picked up 98 but i didnt play enough of it to make a real opinion.

Melty Blood Type Lumina: I really wanted to like this, and returned with the 2.0 update, and just still can’t get into it. it’s really disappointing because i LOVE MBAACC, which I would say is one of my favorite fighting games. Just never hit otuside of very early days; I still dont like shield and changes just feels like a bandaid and I never found a charater i was in love with like I was with C Wara, and seeing how this game is now half tsukihime and half FGO i guess im just not gonna get it.

KOF XV: similiar to 2002um, I really like this game and wish I had it in me to put more hours into it. I just think KOF is fun. Really hate how Billy ended up in this game because that’s my dude but terry and kukri are still cool and Shigo is on the way as well. We’ll see.

Not Traditional Fighters:

Nick all stars brawl: I’m a huge fan of Slapcity so I was onboard with this but honestly was just a flop for me. people understand that half the fun of melee is that the game is fast but games dont really understand WHY or HOW Melee is fast. Their solution is just to give people a million air dashes. The game feels mashy; even playing against people who knew more about what they were doing felt like tons of just air dashing and mashing out the safe airs, and if you’re really a gamer you knew jablock combos.  The psuedo 2.0 update helped the game on a small scale with voice acting and kinda fun items for castuals but I just wasnt having fun when playing this game. I liked Shredder tho

Multiversus: I still hop on this game a bit but I think I have similar issues with this game that I have with nick brawl, although i think MV is just better overall than NASB. Similarly just replaces movement related techs by giving people fast air dodges with long ranges and multiple uses. Still, it’s pretty fun, I think the 2v2 emphasis is a cool angle and there’s some cool characters. I still get a very It’s Mashy And Air Dashy feel from it but miles better than how it was in NASB, the F2P systems are fine and I hop on every once in a while. Also I can play Lebron and hes actually fun.

Monster Hunter Rise: Sunbreak

not necessarily a pure multiplayer game, but hey i like playing with friends

I like MH, and I think Rise and it’s systems are all great, and I wanted to actually play it which was unlike how i felt after a few hours in Iceborne. But as i’ve said before, the modern game content implementations is the worst thing that’s happened in the Monster Hunter. I hate MH drip feed. I dont want to play MH a little bit every few months, I want to just go extremely hard for like 2-3 months. But that’s not good for Engagement Numbers. Of course with drip feeding a few monsters every few months is fucking up the gear game; because they want you to not just kill a monster once and close the game the gear from new monsters has to be worth grinding out, so every patch the previous tier of weapons and armors have to be put back for the new hotness... which also makes the grinding kind of worthless because the elemental set of SAs i grind out with afflicted is about to have multiple pieces of it get outdated and needed to regrind.

Still, the game is fun, switch skills and wirebug is fun as hell. This is one of my favorite interpretations of my already favorite weapon in rise SA. I just hate that the drip feed is the fate of this franchise now because I really cant stand it, but hey when this game gets its last update i’ll dive back in.

THE CARD GAME SECTION BEGINS NOW:

Yu-gi-oh Master Duel 

I did write a review about this game on backloggd so i’ll keep it short. YGO is a fun but devisie game, and the game’s Balls To The Wall At All Times gameplay is 100% not for everyone, but going balls to the walls also can rule. 

MD as a client is pretty good, and is especially generous compared to most TCG clients, but the games lack of formats is painful. YGO is a particularly brutal BO1 game, and a lack of BO3 with sideboarding leads to frustrating laddering experience. Along with that, the game’s card list being multiple sets behind both TCG and OCG, and having a strange banlist that’s a combination of TCG/OCG and some half hearted BO1 hits leads the game to not really feel like an actual simulator for either of the games. 

I don’t hate MD but BO1 no sideboarding has lead to constant utterly miserable metas where you fight floodgates or 45 step bazillion endboard negate combos which burned me after, you know, a solid 200 hours.

Marvel Snap

It’s honestly remarkable that this game is good. I see most Brand: The Card Game! games to feel like just quick cash  grabs that never go anywhere, but they actually tried with this game, although i continue to lament on how games simply feast on the corpse of Artifact.

But yeah it’s fun. The power of the location cards alone do great to stop people from autopiloting turns, which would be a problem with this game if they didnt exist. It does lead to games sometimes being crapshoots and sometimes you just gotta take an L when X Mansion gives you quicksilver and your opponent infinianut, but all games being short and under 5 minutes makes it hard to get really mad when you get fucked. It does make the game’s signature Snap system, which lets you effectively gamble rank points, a very strange edition when location RNG can just fuck you over.

The game’s card collecting system is... weird but it is fairly F2P friendly ( even though ive bought all of the season passes lol). A lack of a way to just craft a card I want is frustrating, especially when you see a deck that’s cool and you’re just gonna have to wait forever to play it because you dont have like 3 of the cards needed for it, or just lack a strong lynchpin in an archetype (i STILL dont have Death man), and once you hit collection 4 opening like 3 crates without getting a new card is going to start getting really annoying.  Variants are a great way to do alt card art and there’s many that are pretty, although i mostly just spend my gold on new dailies for more chances at cards anyways.

it’s fun. god i really want more fucking cards man cmon.

Pokemon Trading Card Game Live:

Also did end up writing a backloggd review on this (very recently too) so i’ll keep it short: Game is fun and client is fine. Great new player onboarding due to the game just giving you the shell for a meta deck, and the other starter decks feel more reflective of the actual game as compared to the previous PTCG client. Incredibly stingy currency makes F2Ping hardly feasible, and whaling in this game involves just buying bulk codes off ebay... which is remarkably cheap honestly but still. Also teh game jsut has miserably ugly avatars, really dont know why they committed to that design. It’s fine, but if you want to F2P i can’t recommend it.

And that’s it for multiplayer games I put a lot of time into this year. fortnite is fun and i wish i could play fighting games without getting annoyed.

[case-57-with-the-enclosure]

Chapter 4

of lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) by @definitelynotshouting!

( 1 & 2, 3)

"For a long moment, Grian stares at them, mind as fresh and blank as new snow. It feels like he’s circling something, drawing inexplicably closer to its event horizon with each new revolution– like any minute now it will pull him in, and he’ll fall, forever tumbling to regain his balance."

oh the spiral,,, love the use of event horizon here hell yeah

"It only takes a few simple ingredients to invert a healing potion. All he needs after that is a little time to brew them, when nobody else is looking."

extremely personally attacked bc -and this might shock you /s- my special interest is this block game and as soon as Tango mentioned potions the entire chart popped up on my brain.

this one, almost exactly. backstabbed by my own autism once again

"Three or four." Grian keeps his face carefully neutral. "I dunno, maybe five?"

WHATS THAT LIKE, 15 HEARTS OF DAMAGE? 30 IF HE GIVES HIM HEALING II???? GRIAANNNN

"It's a familiar tic, and the aching thing in Grian's chest spiderwebs out in fragile fractures. He's never enjoyed lying. Half-truths, sure, and he's always loved a good loophole– but outright lying? That's not his normal style. Tango is right, five is an absurd number– it's a miracle he's even entertaining the thought."

"spiderwebs out in fragile fractures." AUGH oh how i love literature fuck yeah. that hurt

"But five will be enough to make sure. No last minute resurrections, no sudden rescues. Just himself, the void, and the universe they all belong to. He wonders if it will sing to him as his code falls apart."

*dies*

"You weigh like, nothing, dude," Tango informs him, and there's a little hitch in his voice Grian doesn't want to parse. It makes something in his chest shudder and curl up, tight and cold. "What the hell."

there's something so infinitely funny to me about the direct contrast between the narration and the dialog- its like tango is a muppet starring on a Noir film. very good.

Grian's chuckle is a small, reluctant thing, breaking in his throat midway, but Tango's entire demeanor brightens as if he'd burst out into howling laughter. Something swells in the air around them, and it takes a moment for Grian to pinpoint that feeling as hope.

HEAD IN HANDS orz I'M- (sobs) I'm a weak man i see hope and i go nuts

Maybe it's the knee-jerk fear that makes Grian do it, the bone-deep terror that this will somehow pollute his resolve– or maybe it's just cruel impulse. Either way, this question has been spinning in his mind ever since they found him in the void, and Grian blurts it out before he can swallow it back down. "Why are you even here?"

i loooooove dread and terror man, hooting and hollering for cruel impulses

"I'm serious, man." Tango sets his jaw, then heaves a sigh, glancing up at the ceiling. One foot taps anxiously against the wooden floor. "It's… okay. Okay, I’ll admit it. It's actually because of Jimmy." It takes a beat for that to sink in. When it does, Grian’s eyebrows rocket into his hairline, incredulous. "Tim?"

gay people?? on my block game????? more likely than you think

ok i didn't grab any specific fragments of Pearl's appearance but oh boy oh buddy oh fuck if my back didn't tense up :^> ass clenched i fear

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Closing Thoughts

i know it will get worse before it gets better. but i can't help but to hope and i think that's a wonderful thing to achieve while writing angst <3

i have the urgent need to do ANYTHING minecraft-fiction related, so i might start workshoping something with my friends and i's mc ocs :Dc idk im inspired

[wow-cool-robot]

Episode 10: Garma's Fate

well rip garma i guess

seeing char in his stupid mask at the fancy rich person occupation party is so funny. especially when he's being a creep watching garma and icelina

"i'll retrieve the gundam and return to the homeland with you by my side!" *looks at episode title*: uh oh garma!

man mirai is better at parking the white base than i am with my car (much smaller than the white base)

"the only way to flush out a rat in a hole... is with a little carpet bombing" char. that isn't true. you're so fucking extra

listen. icelina. i'm sure garma's nice, but i have a feeling it might be better to forget you ever met him. i don't like the look char was giving you

holy shit dude! you can't just hit your kid like that!

hmmm. why is char doing this? guess we'll find out!

char's ears are so low on his head

could a rocket damage the gundam? maybe. this fight is definitely a lot more tense than some others we've had because of that

ahh. that's char's plan? makes sense i guess

i feel kind of bad for garma, sins of the father aren't a great reason to kill someone, but he died shouting "glory to zeon" and wasn't exactly opposed to his dad (though i suppose that could have changed if char had told him whatever made him want to kill him) so he's not exactly an innocent party. plus he's an active combatant and all, so ¯\_("/)_/¯

"my daughter, who i hate... your lover has died in battle" *icelina runs away to her crying tree, the tree she cries on*

wow. zeon headquarters are incredibly evil looking. this is almost as much as the palazzo brachi in that one picture