#fuck it we post

[chronokepts]

Law: I cannot fucking take it anymore man. This alliance is killing me. That whole crew is killing me. Every minute I was onboard that absurd ship of theirs trying to keep up with their antics I was inching closer to throwing myself overboard. Because you know Maybe by slowly sinking in the ocean I would've been granted at least half an hour of silence. They tied– Listen. They tied a baby deer to my head. On my hat. Their captain carried me like a surfboard for half a day. I'm at the point where I can hear their arguments even when they're not around. God fucking– Whatever. One day I will be free of this torment. Thanks for lending an ear I appreciate it

Bepo:

[agcnt3]

Old drawing I had in my camera roll and I jsugefeccebavwa.hahgggjhagqo they’re so 181&1$)1)-)2(2(2$2$2&2&&2&2&&2&2&2/)2(

[inksheeep]

This is my little treat for (late) Christmas

OG image under cut

[gunkshoes]

HL2VR:AI ideas and theories????

I wanted to share my theories for the potential characters for HL2-VRAI after the finale of HLAGE came out. Some fancasting too :P (Sorry if it’s messy)

These are fan theories and for fun! Don’t take anything here as official from the RTVS crew :)

I will update this post to include any developments made!

Most of this is based on references to what the original HL2 characters' roles were! Obviously I have no idea how RTVS is going to play all the characters (it’s improv) or who, but I'm gonna try my best.

SPOILERS of course

Gordon/Wayne

As the primary protagonist of the series, Wayne would return to his role as Gordon! or also Wayne! (Why wouldn’t he?)

I’m curious to see if HL2:VRAI is going to lean more into Wayne being the protagonist (like in HLA:GE) or rather his in-game character Gordon? (more in HL:VRAI) 

Also, What motive would a character Wayne have for playing HL2 VR? Especially after the events of HLA:GE, it wouldn’t make much sense for him to put himself in danger without a secondary motive!! maybe hes just a silly streamer though 

G-Man

Like Gordon, G-Man is a key character that doesn’t make sense to recast. Mike will most likely resume the role of G-Man. 

In HLA:GE, Peppa pig talks about her new friends, and it's very likely “the man clothed all in blue” is G-Man, as he is a definite returning character for HL2. 

I’d like to see G-Man be a more prominent character, but I don’t know what his motivation in the sequel could be.

Alyx

As a new character, Alyx has many potential actors:

Lauren, the previous actor of Sunkist, has said she regretted not participating in a larger role, making her a strong candidate for playing Alyx. 

Mira, while not an actor in HL:VRAI, participated as part of the Gnome and Blue Gnome in HLAGE. She is a very good candidate, although it’s unknown(?) if she would seek a large solo role. 

Holly, as the previous actor of Dr. Coomer would be a great candidate. However, because of how big a role Coomer had in HL:VRAI, it is possible she would rather return to a smaller role as Dr. Coomer will most probably not be returning for the sequel.

In the ending of HLA:GE, the three friends mentioned by Peppa could be the series antagonists. 

“The man clothed all in blue” as G-Man or Benrey, “the little man with white beard and red hat” as Gnome and “Someone else, you will meet her very soon.”

Note the use of pronouns (only two key characters in HL2 use she/her,) as well as the shadow of Alyx in the theatre hallway, and her fate (“Tis a shame what befell that girl,”) It’s quite likely Alyx is foreshadowed to be the primary antagonist of HL2:VRAI.

Also, Alyx is never referenced by name, only by Wayne when playing HLA:GE to the Gnome about how he wouldn’t be called “Gordon,” based on the game. The character using the Alyx model could very much be named something else.

Kleiner/Bubby

With Kleiner as the direct HL2 upgrade to Bubby’s model, it is likely that Bubby could return in HL2:VRAI with his actor Gir resuming the role. 

Similarly, it is possible that Kleiner could be used to introduce a new character in reference to the Bubby Prototypes in HL:VRAI. It is equally possible the Kleiner model could be used for an entirely new character unrelated to Bubby, or even not at all.

Barney/Benrey/Skeleton/Emmet Calhoun????

(God, there is a LOT to this one huh…)

Barney being the HL2 update to Benrey’s model and a key character in HL2, it’s possible Benrey could return with Scorpy as his VA. Being the primary antagonist of HL:VRAI, it’s most likely his role would not be as significant.

In HLA:GE, it could be Benrey being referenced as “The Man Clothed all in Blue,” they could return as an unlikely confidant or minor antagonist.

The Skeleton is also possible to return, maybe in place of Benrey, as in the ending of HLVR:AI Benrey’s credits are shown alongside the Skeleton, who is shown to still “haunt” Gordon. 

Having an updated model, it’s very likely the Skeleton could return, either as a separate entity, or in connection with Benrey. 

Additionally, the Barney model could be used for Emmet Calhoun. Emmet is a joke character referenced in the HLVR:AI ACAB (AI Crushes All Banks) stream, as JohnWicklover1994, who Benrey said to be his brother(?) playing on his account. Emmet is also mentioned in HLA:GE by the Gnome. The appearance of Emmet is extremely far-fetched though, as both times he is mentioned he is meant as a gag. 

The Barney model, similarly, could be used for an entirely new character unrelated to Benrey at all, although I’m sure a gag or two would be referenced to their appearance. It might not be used at all too, as Benrey is such a notorious character it would be easier overall to use another model. 

Father Grigori

As a personal casting, I would love to see Bauulp assume Father Grigori and have a similar voice as his original in HL2. As Tommy is assumed to not be returning, I think this would be a great choice as his new role.

other characters we dunno about yet

Character models under this category are quite likely to appear, however, they have not been referenced or have a previous model used in the series.

Dog & Lamarr

As silent characters in HL2, Dog and Lamarr are good candidates for RTVS members or friends of members who do not wish to have a voiced role while still participating in the story.

Gnome

Unfortunately, Gnome’s voice is pronounced dead. Being who he was in HLA:GE, I'm sure he’ll be referenced, and possibly a cameo, even without a voice.

Bauulp

I would love to see Bauulp return as himself, that would be very funny. Not super likely, as HLA:GE was to cement the Gnome being chalked up to a mod but it would be funny. I would laugh.

Wallace Breen

I would love to see Breen played by Erarg. No thoughts behind that I just think Erarg playing a betrayer to humanity would be epic.

Eli Vance

Fuck if i know! This model is probably gonna be used tho

Judith Mossman

This model is very likely to be used. HLVRAI does not pass the bechdel test.

Combine Soldier Character(s)

With lots of models to choose from, a Combine AI could be a fun addition.

Vortigaunt

Same with the Combine! I don’t think this is happening though, might look weird with Garry’s Mod animations.

CHARACTERS that probably wont come back idk man

As Half-Life: 2 does not have HD models of previous characters, it’s very unlikely these characters will be in the sequel unless RTVS has models made specifically for their return. I find doing that highly improbable though, so anything in lieu of these characters will likely just be a reference.

Sunkist

While not a Half-Life model, and still possible within Garry’s Mod, Sunkist’s heavy association with Tommy means there isn’t much use for their return at all. But, with G-Man (Tommy’s father!!) returning, Sunkist has a slim chance to make a cameo.

Dr. Coomer

Tommy Coolatta

Forzen

Darnold

honestly the only character i sorta want to return would be Darnold, mostly because i wanted to see more of Log's performance of the character. Log could also just play a new character too so eh.

I would love to hear stuff about other theories too if y'all have any i'd like to hear (and maybe add to the list :P! ) but thats all for now folks!!!

[thatrood]

I will pay up to $1,000 for these 4 Rockman / Megaman Doujinshi

There are 4 rockman / megaman doujinshi I'm willing to purchase for $250 each ($1,000 in total) from anybody who doesn't want their copy(s) anymore, or from someone who manages to find these in a second-hand doujin shop. The 4 doujinshi are 'My Sweet Block', 'Sweet Robots', '兄弟以上XX未満', and 'Backdraft'. PM / DM me if you want to negotiate. Share and/or repost this with anybody who's interested. I'll post an update whenever a successful sale has been completed. (Edit: I increased the cash prize.)

[hiatari-no-yoi]

Started watching Bugbo on Labor Day weekend

Also hi im new to this fandom

[vhstapeworm]

quackity and tubbo communicate in silence, shared scars that tie them together but neither of them feel very fond of acknowledging. maybe they could heal but they scowl and carry on

quackity and tommy communicate with old jokes from a simpler time. they're both injured in similar ways but they want to keep the remaining friendships they have, the things that used to matter

quackity and wilbur communicate through fancy words that mean nothing, trying to one-up each other while their true meaning is in between the lines. they've been playing the game for a long time, they can read each other

quackity and karl and sapnap communicate through promises, to build a life together that was better than the one they left behind. they promise to create something, among so much destruction. they promise to care

[gl1tch-0ut]

You got favorite any people to hang out with? And well, do you got a crush on some or just friends with them?

favourite people to hang out with would be aaron, maybe joy and orchid too. teevi showed up to rant about random shit every once in a while.

and for the crush question (aaron and orchid's gonna hold this over my head oh god /lh), it would be aaron. we sort of danced around eachother for the longest damn time [both of us have the world's worst communication skills and emotional intelligence].

[blindaysblogforturtles]

Local man ignores advice against bewitching the fae and bewitches the fae. Consequences are to be delivered (she will eat him)

[nonbinary-wyvern]

fuck it again my siblings we ball once more

[cryptidpossums]

Lost Scott Pilgrim x JJBA crossover episode

[chronokepts]

I love early Yugi because he constantly looks like a wet cloth someone wrung and left out to dry

[goliath-birdeater]

do other genderfluid people be like. wow i just spent 2 and a half years being nonbinary/ man and feeling insane dysphoria. but now i feel like a woman. wtf do i do now, steal my mom's wardrobe? like what the fuck

[tr-ashfyre]

why would i sleep when i could get dopamine from slapping strangers on the internet?

[quoththemaiden]

I'm dying at Crowley chilling in Aziraphale's bookshop/Heavenly embassy, chatting casually with another demon who Cannot step past the threshold without being invited in by said angel, whereas Crowley can saunter in and out as he pleases

And it's just

It's so fucking gay, you know?

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Trevelyan panics.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,793. Rating: all audiences.)

Chapter 2: Girls On Tour

Living in the house of Bann and Lady Trevelyan, receiving daily news of the next noble you were to be married off to, Trevelyan had quite mastered the skill of having a quiet panic attack whilst not spilling a drop of tea from her cup.

She even had a perfect smile plastered on her face, nodding politely as the other Ladies—Baroness Touledy and Lady Erridge—discussed and chatted and generally talked. Trevelyan was silent.

Too occupied, was she, with her in-depth contemplation of the rug. This parlour Lady Montilyet had brought them to had such an excellent rug. So close to the fire, and not a single singe on it. Perhaps it would be swiftly replaced if so! Lady Montilyet certainly seemed efficient!

And this sofa, how comfortable. Trevelyan couldn’t quite find the right way to sit on it, but that was more due to the panic than any fault of the furniture. No, the furniture was trying its very, utmost best to make her feel comfortable.

Impossible task. A Templar? Really? Her mother really didn’t think that information would be at all pertinent?

Trevelyan lifted the cup to her lips. She did not drink.

Former, right? That’s what Lady Erridge had said. Not any more. And didn’t like the title, the Templar one. That was hope, surely.

No wonder the Baroness had called it a ‘curious choice’. Trevelyan herself was certainly curious about how the choice had been made. Lady Montilyet was efficient; there was no way she didn’t know. So, if she knew, then she must know something that Trevelyan didn’t know that would make it perfectly fine for her to be here. Yes. This was going to be… yes.

“Lady Trevelyan?” the Baroness said, the clink of her cup being returned to its saucer snapping Trevelyan back to the present. “Are you quite well?”

Lady Erridge leant closer. “You do look somewhat pale.”

“I am perfect,” Trevelyan lied, “thank you. I was just contemplating… how old this room is. It looks… quite old.”

The other ladies’ eyebrows creased momentarily, but the rules of society took over, and so they simply nodded through it.

“Lady Montilyet did tell me that Skyhold was ancient,” Lady Erridge said. “Though many different peoples have lived here, so it’s been difficult for them to parse the history. The bricks here could be Fereldan, or Orlesian, or even Elven!”

The Baroness smiled. “As they are still standing, I would not be opposed to calling them Orlesian.”

Trevelyan let out a little laugh that carried a tad too much of her nervousness with it. Though it seemed to pass Lady Erridge by, there was a quirk in the Baroness’ eyebrow.

She was fortunate, then, that there came a knock at the door.

Lady Erridge gasped, and set about tidying her brown ringlets into perfect place. The Baroness made no such movement, and continued to sip at her tea. “Come in,” she called.

The door opened, and Lady Erridge’s straightened posture fell almost immediately. Lady Montilyet entered, and faced them all.

“Ladies, may I introduce the final of our cohort, Lady Giles Samient of Samient, daughter of Duke—”

They were apparently not the only ones who had heard that enough, as Lady Samient of Samient, daughter of exactly whom you would expect, strode into the room.

Like her father, she had light brown skin, warm in its undertones. It was complimented by a bun of reddish-brown hair, which she pulled away to fall in tresses around her face. Though her cheeks were rounded, they were not as disarming as Lady Erridge’s were. Sharp eyes and downturned lips gave her a natural look of seriousness. Yet, her gaze was not stinging enough to afford her any kind of ferocity. It was almost… clouded.

But it focused when she saw them. Samient stopped, and did something between a curtsy and a bow. The realisation of this mistake seemed to hit her immediately, but any shame faded away with the same speed, and she continued to her seat. She had no skirts to shove aside; her outfit was practical and convenient. Black trousers, fitted well. A shirt, loose and comfortable. Neither matched the mud-stain on her boots, and so suggested an overcoat had been shed. And perhaps that she had ridden here on horseback?

Needless to say, her arrival fascinated them all.

“Lady Samient,” the Baroness led, “how wonderful to see you again. You look well.”

The Lady Samient stared down the Baroness for a moment, before her expression calmed once more. “Oh, Baroness Touledy. Val Misrenne?” Her Orlesian accent was not quite as strong as the Baroness’.

“That is home, yes.”

Lady Samient replied in a flurry of Orlesian, bewildering both Trevelyan and Lady Erridge beside her. However, it seemed to land, as the Baroness tipped her head back and laughed.

“I quite agree.”

This appeared to settle the Lady Samient greatly, as she shifted more comfortably into her seat. It only served to remind Trevelyan how comfortable she wasn’t.

A pleased-looking Lady Montilyet came to join them, however. Standing at the centre of the seating arrangement, she began:

“I am glad to see you are already enjoying one another’s company. This is, of course, Lady Trevelyan and Lady Erridge. Now, I must thank you all, truly, for coming to Skyhold. I know we are far from most established settlements, but I promise you, you will not be able to tell. We have everything to suit your needs throughout your stay, and I hope you will come to think of Skyhold as a second home. Anyway, without further ado, there is the reason for your being here—”

“Oh!” Lady Erridge clapped, her curls bouncing with her. She attempted to exchange a grin with Lady Trevelyan, who, for personal reasons, could manage only a grimace.

“The Commander,” Lady Montilyet continued. “Though he is quite busy today, we are having a gala tomorrow, to give you all a proper welcome to Skyhold. The Commander will be in attendance, and will be able to greet each of you personally. After that, we will have to be careful in working around his duties. I will be scheduling time for each of you to spend with him—walking, riding—plenty of opportunity for you to learn about one another. I understand this situation is somewhat unconventional, but I do appreciate all of your willingness to accommodate.”

“Of course, Lady Montilyet,” the Baroness said with a smile. “We are quite fortunate in this arrangement, so a little patience and effort is to be expected. But the scenery is not so hard, and to see the workings of the Inquisition on its rise to power—a privilege indeed.”

Lady Erridge gasped. “Oh, the Inquisitor! Will we meet—?”

“I am afraid the Inquisitor has recently departed for the Western Approach,” Lady Montilyet explained. “A meeting would have been guaranteed otherwise—perhaps on return. Though I fear the trip will be of some duration; there is much to be done.”

“Oh, naturally. Though I am certainly disappointed. I do so love adventure stories.”

“I believe there will be plenty when the Inquisitor returns. I must ask for more of your patience, my Lady.”

Lady Samient stood; the conversation ended. “Are we to walk somewhere?” she asked, despite having just arrived from what was likely a long and uncomfortable journey.

Ever the professional, Lady Montilyet donned a dutiful smile, and curtsied. “Of course. Ladies, if you would follow me, I shall give you a tour of the grounds, so that you might accustom yourselves with the keep. By the time we have finished, your rooms will no doubt be all prepared for your stay.”

Satisfied, Samient fell in line as Montilyet moved for, and opened, the door. Lady Erridge followed, with her usual little happy applause, presumably to congratulate herself on living such a pleasant and thrilling life.

Trevelyan willed her ever-so-slightly shaking legs to work properly. Two feet on the floor, press down, move up. That’s it, that’s all. She followed the instructions to the letter—and she was stood. One foot, in front of the other. Walking, for the door.

She exited behind the Baroness, into the main hall of Skyhold. The place was chantry-like, with its high ceiling and stained glass frescoes. The throne was new. Though she had known some Revered Mothers who would’ve certainly liked one.

None of it served to make her any more comfortable. If anything, it was a reminder. Had she a sovereign for every time her parents sent her to board at a Chantry establishment with Templars prowling about, she’d have two sovereigns. Not much, but enough to pay carriage fare away from here.

“Let us visit the garden, first,” Lady Montilyet announced, to another round of Erridge applause.

They were led to a heavy door, opened helpfully by one of the many guards stationed around the hall. Again, unnerving. And very Templar-like.

Thankfully, the space beyond was nothing like that which had come before. A courtyard (small by Orlesian chateau standards, but large by Circle ones) opened out before them. Though bordered by covered walkways on three sides, the last side—the most beautiful side—looked out, past the keep, and to the mountain valley beyond. The view stretched farther than Trevelyan’s eyes could see, and for a moment, she felt she was looking towards the very edge of the world.

But her gaze was returned to the quaint garden before them, as Lady Montilyet began officially her tour. Trevelyan paid attention to very little of the speech, other than that the well was quite old, and the gazebo was nice, on an evening.

But as her eyes fled to the view once more, she found it blocked by a face. Lady Samient walked beside her, and with a subtle glance towards her, asked, “Lady Trevelyan?”

“Yes. Of Ostwick.”

“Ah, yes. I’ve heard of your family, though you are the first I’ve met.”

“Oh. I hear we’re usually quite prolific, and everyone ends up encountering one of us, on some occasion.”

“And today, that is you.”

“I suppose it is. Very astute of you, my Lady. I hope I can do my family proud in giving you a good impression of our name.” Trevelyan put on a smile, the best she had mustered yet.

“Were you a mage?”

The bluntness of the question would have surprised Trevelyan, had Lady Samient’s speech not already been so unusually direct.

Still, she stumbled over her answer: “I… am yet a mage, your Ladyship.”

Samient seemed entirely unfazed. “Yes, yes. And what sort of magic did you do, at the Circle? Healing, fireballs, shapeshifting?”

“Oh, certainly not the latter—that’s the purview of hedge mages. I was more clerical, in my duties.” Trevelyan had prepared herself for this line of questioning, at least. “I did my primals, of course, but I largely spent my days working as an assistant, in the storehouses. Before everything fell apart, I had started teaching some of the apprentices. Glyphs and wards, simple spells, that sort of thing.”

Samient’s head tipped. “Do you miss it?”

“I miss... having something to do.”

“I can understand that. I suppose a Commander’s wife would have plenty to do.”

A lithe chuckle escaped Trevelyan’s lips. To herself, she said: “Knowing Templars… hardly.”

As they stepped from the covered walkway into the garden proper, a gasp from Lady Erridge brought the conversation to an end.

“How wonderful!” she sang, hurrying toward an eclectic collection of pots and beds containing varying species of plant life. “What is this?”

“The Inquisitor’s herb garden,” Lady Montilyet proudly informed her. “While travelling, the Inquisitor has collected seeds of almost every variety of apothecary herb native to southern Thedas, and brings them here, to plant. It is helpful to have our own supply.”

“Oh, certainly!”

“Indeed. Though the garden has yet more discoveries to offer. Come, let us wander. ”

True to her word, Lady Montilyet meandered away, with Lady Erridge at her heels. So too did Lady Samient drift off, and Trevelyan was left to examine the foliage herself. It was a fine collection, to be sure. One that endentured a small kind of jealousy in Trevelyan, for her own lack of garden space.

“What is this one called?”

Trevelyan looked up, to find Baroness Touledy poring over the plants as well. Her eyes caught the one the Baroness gestured to—a spiky, brown, twiggy-looking thing—and she said:

“Felandaris.”

“Ah.”

Her answer provided, the Baroness straightened, cane at the ready. But she did not move. She simply kept staring at Trevelyan.

And so Trevelyan joined her, knowing well enough that the question had been nothing more than excuse, and this now was an invitation for the true conversation. She was proven right within an instant, for as soon as the Baroness had her in lockstep, she finally began to walk.

“What do you know of Templars, Lady Trevelyan?”

Trevelyan took a considered breath. She knew more than was polite to say, certainly. “Why do you ask?”

“Our mutual interest was a Templar, and so I wish to be prepared for the sort of man he may be because of that.”

“Well,” Trevelyan began, not quite knowing where she was going, “they are…”

Her mind occupied, the Baroness guided their movement through the garden. They trailed lazily behind the others; she seemed to leave a fair amount distance between them, and all by absolute purpose.

“Do not reserve yourself before me, Lady Trevelyan.”

Trevelyan paused, but permission had been granted: “They are… strict. Uptight. Rigid in both posture and thinking.”

The latter comment elicited a smile from the Baroness. “Indeed?”

“Indeed.”

The Baroness nodded, and, making sure her voice was especially quiet, muttered: “You did not know the Commander was a Templar prior to your arrival, did you?”

Trevelyan almost stopped, but keeping up appearances was always the imperative. Well, usually. As much as was possible. “I, ah…”

“I noted your surprise at Lady Erridge’s exclamation earlier. I wonder, do you know much of the Commander? Besides potential rigidity, of course.”

“I have never met him, so there is little I can say I truly know of him.”

Though the answer was intentionally vague, Baroness Touledy’s expression exhibited a sense of definite understanding. Affirming the Ladies Erridge and Samient were quite occupied with whatever architectural quirk their guide was introducing them to, she began:

“Commander Cullen Rutherford, as I understand, was born in the village of Honnleath in south Ferelden. He became a Templar in his adolesence—later than they usually have them, so he must have shown some potential. He served at Kinloch, then Kirkwall—and saw rebellions at both during his time there.”

Trevelyan had heard of them.

“But,” the Baroness continued, “as was found at Halamshiral, he prefers not to speak of them.”

Trevelyan could imagine why.

“He much prefers to speak of his work with the Inquisition; I am told he regaled some of the Duke’s soldiers with quite the tale of the Inquisition’s stand at Haven—you know the events I am referring to?”

“Oh, yes. I know of them.”

“Perhaps you could ask him about them at the gala tomorrow. It may open the conversation well.”

“Perhaps.” Trevelyan looked to the Baroness, quite grateful. “Thank you, your Ladyship.”

“It seems rather counter-intuitive of your parents to have sent you here to win a man’s heart with no knowledge of him,” she replied. “Though I am sure the Bann and Lady Trevelyan had only your best interests in mind.”

Trevelyan felt the Baroness’ stare, and hid any reaction. It was bait she knew not to take. Touledy seemed perfectly kind, but she was yet the Lady of Val Misrenne, and a player of The Great Game by extension. Cards were better kept close to one’s chest. For now.

Lady Montilyet provided an escape: “Shall we tour elsewhere?” she announced. “We have an extensive library, you are welcome to.”

Lady Erridge’s clapping heralded her agreement, and the other Ladies joined her in following Montilyet’s new path.

But as they returned for the oppressive internals of the keep, Trevelyan took one, last, lingering look over the hold, over the battlements, and over the valley. It was beautiful. It was never-ending. It was—

Someone was staring back.

Her eyes snagged on a figure upon the battlements. They were dressed to be noticed, what with the large red furry cape slung over their shoulders, and polished armour beneath.

But they did not seem to wish to be. As Trevelyan met their gaze, their head turned, and they continued on their way.

Trevelyan did not know who the person was, but from the way they looked at her, she hoped never to meet them.