#i'm not a bad gamer but i'm just scared when it comes to games like them okay <//3

[astrxealis]

never gonna stream playing nier replicant/automata bcs i Sing

[hwayangyeon]

NSFW gamer jake x gamer reader // you and jake play league together and argue a lot but somehow you end up on his lap // teasing, a lot touching, public bathroom sex (again) // 1.2k words

it's a little goofy // you don't have to know anything about league // not much about penetraton just a lot of touching // viego is a league character

"jesus, it's you again," you saw a familiar nickname in the lobby, "try not to lose for once?"

it's pretty reasonable for you two to end up on the same team since not so many people play at this hour. you recognize some of the players from previous matches, but only seeing this one makes you want to quit. can he ever get on the enemy team? or better, can he stop coming to this pc room?

it might be late, but after you finish your night shift, it's the perfect time for you to play. it's usually just the two of you and some kids watching porn in the back, hiding from their mothers. it's nice and quiet, well, when you don't flame each other.

"and why would you ban my champion?" the guy sitting across from you looked at you, tired. he's gotten used to you being the worst teammate he's ever had to deal with.

"so you don't suck at it. play something better."

"bitch."

"asshole."

it did not start well for your team. the support forgot to buy items, mid was afk for four minutes and you are losing your own lane. it's going to be really hard to turn it around, the enemy team is too far ahead.

"can you ever come top? the enemy jungler has ganked me eight times already, what the fuck have you been doing?" you looked over your screen.

"fuck off. i stole two dragons if you haven't noticed," his eyes focused on the game.

"i don't care about the dragons, everyone is fed. what's a dragon going to change? do something."

"don't feed then. stop whining and learn how to play, bitch."

he's too concentrated for a match going this bad. his brows furrowed, bottom lip fighting for its life between his sharp teeth. they'd probably look nice if he ever smiled. no wonder he has nothing to smile about in his life if he always plays this badly. oh shit, you're back in the game.

after successfully destroying towers and going as far as the enemy inhibitors, the game eventually ends with a red, humiliating text appearing on your screen. DEFEAT.

the room gets filled with all sorts of insults.

"please, delete your account," you take off your headset and stand up. enough for today. you don't like ending with a loss but knowing your luck you'd get placed with him again.

"shut up. i only lose whenever i play with you," he points his finger at you, "come, see my match history," he then signals for you to look at his screen, his eye wide, shocked from you having the audacity to flame him.

you walk around the desk and move in his direction, "yeah because you're not used to the high e–"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN YOU TWO FINALLY SHUT UP?" you hear the owner yell behind you, it scares the shit out of you making you trip over a chair and lose balance. jake grabs your hips and you end up on his lap. not that he cares if you fell on the ground, it was an instinct.

you want to stand up as soon as you sit, but the man continues and you're taken aback, "YOU KEEP YELLING AT EACH OTHER, EVEN THE GUYS WATCHING PORN AREN'T AS LOUD AS YOU. IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR MOUTHS I'M GONNA KICK YOU OUT."

you both stay silent because of the shock. you feel like two kids being scolded for making noise past curfew.

you want to stand up again but the man keeps going, "look, guys, i'm sorry for lashing out at you. it's just my wife, she's leaving me," his tone unexpectedly changes.

you're frozen, not fully acknowledging the position you're in. jake's left hand is still on your hip.

"like, i can't understand why would she do that to me," the man closes his eyes and sighs. jake's fingers slowly climb under the hem of your shirt. they're asking for permission and you're not denying it.

"we've been together for twenty years..." you feel his warm touch on your skin, it makes you straighten up a little.

"we were perfect together! do you guys get me?" he suddenly asks you and you both nod without thinking, jake's hand immediately stops as if you were caught cheating on a test.

"and she wants to take the kids too! ridiculous..." the man looks away from you as if he was looking for a solution to end his misery. jake resumes his movement. he squeezes your waist softly, his fingers sinking into your flesh.

"no, i can't allow her to do that... i'm their father," his thumb making its way lower, pressing on your back dimple, causing you to arch. shit, that's exactly where guys you hook up with put their hands when they're fucking you.

"they must live with me," his touch is so gentle, yet you're melting. it feels like he's sculpting your body as if you were made out of clay.

"have i signed a prenup? i can't have her take the house," his hand travels to your abdomen, pushing you back lightly so you lean back on his chest, relaxing your tensed-up body. he has so much control over you.

"i built it with my own hands!" you can feel him staring at your side profile, probably smirking seeing how worked up he got you. but you can't look at him, not with that red blush on your face.

"that bitch... i should've seen this coming. my mother was right about her," your head falls back to touch his, he gets a little carried away because of the sweet scent of your hair, it makes him lean against you. fuck, he smells good for a league player too.

"anyway," the man finally finishes his monologue, "YOU IN THE BACK, SHUT UP!" he completely ignores you and goes to yell at the kids for being noisy.

"you could've just said you were craving my attention," the guy behind you whispers into your ear.

———

"fuck," jake pins you onto the bathroom stall, your back is starting to hurt from you pushing each other at the walls, not being able to get enough of yourselves, "i'm close."

he grabs your ass and holds you up, his face buried in your neck, biting it because of how amazing his dick feels inside you. his release is almost there too.

your hands lost in his hair, trying to bring him even closer. some people say there is a fine line between love and hate, but it's even thinner between hate and lust.

"jake!" your moan announces your climax. oh it feels so good for him, having you scream his name after how you belittled his gaming skills.

he follows you right after and helps you stand on your own, but he doesn't pull out yet.

"i can go another round," his voice breathy, lips glistening with saliva he produced while kissing your neck. his hair completely messy, thanks to you.

"how can you be this good at fucking but suck so bad at viego, jake 123?"

after hotel.

[mayflowers515]

You know what? I like you.

Have some random incorrect quotes of the Critters!

(Not specific to the AU. Canon? Idk, these are just for fun-)

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Bubba: I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

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Bobby: Crafty, when’s your birthday? Crafty: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me? Bobby: …So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

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CatNap: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Picky: What do we say when making bread? Hoppy, glumly: That's the dough rising. Picky: And what do we NOT say? Hoppy, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

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Bobby, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Picky, standing in front of Bobby: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen* Bobby, crying: Please...stop...

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Kickin: Ooh, I like your accent, where you from? Someone: I am Liberian. Kickin: Oh, my bad. Kickin, whispering: I like your accent, where you from?

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Hoppy: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Kickin: This should be illegal! Bubba: It is.

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DogDay: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back. CatNap: Why are you telling me this, I don't care. CatNap, right after DogDay leaves the room: I miss him already.

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(Alt version)

Literally anyone: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back. Bobby: Why are you telling me this, I don't care. Bobby, right after literally anyone leaves the room: I miss you already.

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Bubba: Crafty told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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DogDay: What the fuck is wrong with you?? CatNap: What? No good morning? DogDay: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

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DogDay: You saved me! Why? CatNap: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

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CatNap: *out cold on the ground* (he's just asleep, dw) Crafty: Oh my god, do you think he's okay?! Kickin, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! *dumps all of the water on CatNap's face*

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Kickin: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me! Hoppy: Oh-? Even more humiliating than- Kickin: We are not doing this!

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Bubba: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Literally anyone: Okay? Bubba: … Bubba: … Bubba: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

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Kickin: You... you said I could trust you!! Kickin: You said you were a GAMER!!! Picky: Kickin... I only play mobile games. (probably those farming and restaurant simulators) Kickin: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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DogDay, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need— Bobby: A family. Crafty: A better love life. Bubba: Mental stability. Picky: *clueless* Bagels?

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Hoppy: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Hoppy: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! Picky: Hoppy just threw a tantrum about a chair. Picky: I just won Hoppy Tantrum Bingo.

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The other Critters, in a room with Hoppy, Kickin, and Picky: It’s calm in here. The other Critters: It scares me…

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Bobby: What's worse than a heartbreak? Hoppy: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. Crafty: Waking up in the morning. CatNap: Waking up.

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CatNap: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

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(Alt version)

Post Hour of Joy DogDay: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

The sillies :>

🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[hongcherry]

Hi! I'm doing good, thank you for asking and for answering my question :D. I REALLY love your writing and I want to request a roommate!JungKook x roommate!reader enemies to lovers fic, when it's raining a lot, so the power goes out and the reader is scared of the dark, please. I hope you're having a good day/night, don't forget to take care of yourself ♡

Your Light || jjk

"Being stuck in the dark with your annoying roommate was not ideal, however, maybe it wasn't so bad in the end."

💡 Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f)

💡 Rating/Genres: NC-17; Fluff, roommate au, enemies to lovers

💡 Warnings: Cursing, mc hates children (joking...), bantering, mentions of stereotypes of older people/grandmas, that's it?

💡 Word Count: 2.3k

💡 Author’s Note: Anon, I'm so touched that you like my writing so much! That's such a big and sweet compliment. I'll cherish it forever! Tbh, I've been feeling a lil insecure about it, so this really made me feel better. This prompt was also really adorable! I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad you're doing good 💖

part two

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What’s more annoying than telling your roommate to stop yelling at his screen at three in the morning?

Having to tell him for the fourth time.

If you knew Jungkook was an avid video gamer, you would never have agreed to room with him. But alas, his profile was too perfect to be true. A quiet guy who stayed holed up in his room? One that knew how to cook? Someone that could lift your heavy move-in boxes? Truly a winner.

If only that was the whole case.

Jungkook indeed stayed in his room, could cook, and could lift heavy items.

But he also made loud noises in the middle of the night, cooked at the weirdest times so you couldn’t leech off his food, and made you pay him anytime he helped you move items.

What a menace.

“If you don’t turn off that stupid screen at ten, I’m going to cut up all your cords,” you threatened, towel and spare clothes in your arms as you peeped your head in Jungkook’s room.

You were preparing to go to sleep early due to having stayed up late last night because of his stupid shooting game. It was also raining outside, which would aid in you falling asleep faster since you found the rain peaceful.

Jungkook didn’t reply and simply kept his focus on his screen. He wore a headset, fingers flying across the keyboard. Irritated at his lack of response, you stomped over to him and yanked off his headset.

To your utter annoyance, that didn’t even phase him.

“Jeon Jungkook, are you even listening?” you hissed.

Laughter came from somewhere in the room, but you two were the only one's home. It was not until you heard another voice that you knew where the sound was coming from.

“Is that your mom?” the voice laughed. “Tell her to go back to knitting a sweater for her cat.”

A gasp left your lips at the implication you were some old, wrinkly lady. You raised the headset to your face. You didn’t put it on, but you put your mouth near the microphone, so his “friends” could hear.

“How about you go eat your supper and go to bed, little vermin,” you angrily replied. “And I’ll have you know cats dressed in sweaters are cute!”

More laughter emitted from the headset.

“Supper?” another voice echoed. “I don’t think that’s his mom—more like his grandma.”

“Why you tiny piece of-”

“Give me the headset,” Jungkook finally acknowledged you. Not wanting to hear any more of the pests known as kids, you thrust the equipment in his open hand. You noticed his character had died and was waiting to respawn.

Jungkook slipped the headset back on and continued his game. “Relax guys. She’s just my roommate.”

Even though the device wasn’t near your ears, you could still hear their replies.

“Your grandma is your roommate?”

“She’s so uptight!”

“Seriously, tell her to calm down.”

Your hands clutched your belongings tighter. You told yourself to walk away—fighting with them was no use; however, you couldn’t stop yourself when you leaned down near Jungkook’s face to get near the mic once more.

“I hope your parents make you eat a pound of vegetables.”

“Go away,” Jungkook huffed and gave you a gentle shove.

“Tell me you’ll turn that off at ten.”

“Eleven,” he bargained, eyes glancing at you when his character died again. You must really be distracting him for him to have died twice within five minutes. Good. You hoped his ranking plummeted.

“Ten-thirty,” you said. “That or I grab my scissors.”

“Fine. Ten-thirty. Now leave before I get my own scissors.”

You scoffed, hand on your hip. “And do what with them? Make paper snowflakes?”

Jungkook smirked at you before turning back to his game. “Don’t think I don’t know where you hide that stupid stuffed chipmunk of yours.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as you stared at him incredulously.

“Ten-thirty,” you repeated firmly before walking out of his room and shutting the door. The walls weren’t thick, but at least it kept some noise out.

You started making your way to your bathroom; however, you couldn’t get rid of the paranoia that Jungkook really knew where Mr. BonBon was. You made a quick detour to relocate your favorite plushie. You had won it at an arcade on your thirtieth try. It held sentimental (monetary) value.

Once you were done, you trekked to your bathroom. Finally, you could end your day with a relaxing steamy shower. No doubt your shoulders were sore from all the stress you’ve endured lately. From tests to 3 a.m. hollering, you couldn’t wait to have some time to decompress.

The feel of the hot water pouring down on your body had your eyes closed momentarily. You could probably stay there for half an hour, but your goal tonight was to go to sleep early. You kept that in mind as you went through your shower routine. You were just rinsing the soap from your body when the lights suddenly went out.

Startled by the unexpected darkness, you fumbled to turn off the water. It must be Jungkook pranking you.

You hastily grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body, so he couldn’t get a free show.

“Turn the lights back on, Jungkook!” you exclaimed.

When you didn’t get an answer, your brain started conjuring up fantasies. And not the ones where you find a charming partner and run off into the sunset. No, these thoughts consisted of a three-headed beast clawing its way from your drain, or a long-haired lady crawling from your mirror. While living with Jungkook was a pain in your rear, you much rather live with him for eternity than be captured by one of your “mind monsters.”

The haunting thoughts had you hastily scurrying from the shower, hair still dripping water and making a mess of your tiles. That was the least of your worries as an imaginary hand was reaching from the mirror that you passed on your way out of the bathroom.

You took two steps into your bedroom only to scream when you saw a dark figure standing a few feet from you. Your hand reached to your side to grab whatever was closest while the other clutched the towel around you. When you finally grabbed onto something, you flung it as hard as you could at the mysterious person.

They grunted, stumbling back a little and cursing under their breath.

“Calm down, it’s just me,” Jungkook grunted.

Your heart was still racing, but at least your shoulders eased.

“I could’ve killed you!” you screeched.

“I’d like to see you try,” he huffed. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you just knew that little shit was rolling his eyes.

As you were calming down, a loud thunder cracked outside. It had you jumping and shuffling closer to Jungkook unknowingly. That must be the reason for the power outage.

“I’m going to try to find a flashlight,” Jungkook spoke.

“What about your phone?” you wondered.

“Misplaced it, but I rather not use it right now anyway if I can’t charge it,” he said. He started to move, but you quickly stumbled closer so you could grab his wrist.

“Wait!” you exclaimed.

Jungkook paused in his steps to look at you. “What?”

“I- I can help you find it.”

The quiver in your voice grabbed Jungkook’s attention and he finally put some effort into reading your body language.

You were tensed, hand still holding onto him and your towel tightly. You were also strangely too close.

“You’re scared of the dark,” he stated, a small chuckle sounding at this realization.

“No! I’m j-just trying to help.”

Maybe you were scared. You hated the way your paranoia skyrocketed when you couldn’t see. There was something too eerie about having one of your five senses taken away from you.

“Are you crying?” he questioned, and you felt his hand brush against yours that held him.

“What? No. Why would you-”

“Something wet landed on me. Please don’t tell me that was your snot or something,” he replied, voice full of dread.

Your hair was still wet and probably leaving your floor slippery.

“I just came from the shower! It’s just water,” you groaned and slowly let go of his arm.

“O-oh.” He sounded startled.

Your eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness as some of the moonlight crept in from the window through your curtain.

“Let me change, but don’t-” you sighed at how much you needed him. “-don’t leave me.”

You expected Jungkook to make a witty reply, but he simply nodded, an action you could faintly see.

“Only if you let me sit on your bed,” he bargained. Each time he would climb on your bed, you would always shoo him away—claiming he was spreading his germs all over your clean sheets.

“Fine,” you said. You stuck out your arms as you felt your way to your closet. You could see the outline of some closer objects, but you still felt uncomfortable not seeing far away.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook cursed before you heard thudding.

“What happened?” you asked quickly, heart beginning to race as your mind pictured Jungkook getting snatched by the monster under your bed.

“Nothing,” he groaned. “When did you put a bench by your bed?”

Your body relaxed again. He must have tripped over it and fallen. “A day ago.”

Once you found your closest, you quickly changed to whatever your hands touched. You had clothes in the bathroom, but there was no way you were risking getting grabbed by another monster in there.

“Done,” you announced and reached out again. Jungkook met you halfway, taking your hand in his. It was your first time holding his hand, and you didn’t like the way your body warmed at his touch.

“Just going to go to my room; I have a flashlight there,” he instructed. His voice didn’t hold the playfulness or irritation it usually did. It was softer. It was odd to hear, but not unpleasant.

You followed him slowly down the hall to his room, the path familiar to you but still making you anxious.

“Wait here and I’ll get it,” he instructed and started to pull away. However, the moment he took a step forward, you clutched him again.

“S-sorry,” you said quickly when he was tugged back. Jungkook paused, staring down at you with eyes you couldn’t read.

Taking in a steady breath, he repositioned your hands onto his hoodie.

“It’s okay. Hold on,” he said and moved. You continued to hold onto his clothes while he shuffled around in his closet.

“Aha!”

Suddenly light flooded the room. Jungkook’s gaze drifted from the flashlight to you. With the light, your worrisome expression could be seen clearly. Not to mention, just how close you were to Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asked.

His voice had you moving away quickly, your body heating from embarrassment.

“Just fine,” you answered. “How long do you think the electricity will be out?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It depends I guess. For now, we can use this so our phones can save power.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Nice outfit,” Jungkook mumbled, voice teasing like you were used to. It somehow made you feel better.

You glanced down, only now taking in your mismatched attire.

“You try getting dressed in the dark,” you grumbled. He smiled and glanced around.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing.

You wanted to reject his invitation—make some sort of excuse to sleep in your own room; however, you knew you wouldn’t be okay sleeping alone. Before you could make your decision, Jungkook started to pull out an extra pillow and blanket from his closet. He tossed them onto the floor and then set the flashlight on the nightstand, light shining up at the ceiling. It had cast enough light to make you feel safer.

“If you don’t get in that bed, I’m going to keep playing until four,” he threatened light heartily when he saw you standing still.

“You already do that,” you argued but relented to his request.

“And I’ll continue doing that if you don’t-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed as you climbed into his bed. “I’m in.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a smile. “Good.”

A part of you wanted to offer to share his bed, however, you decided against it since you two weren’t that close. One night on the floor won’t hurt him anyway.

“Goodnight, Yn,” he mumbled from below.

You nestled in his covers, taking in the calming scent of them and letting your eyes close. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Luckily, the electricity was only out for a few hours. It came back on in the middle of the night. You had started to leave Jungkook’s room, but he insisted you stay in case the power went out again. Not liking that possibility, you agreed. It wasn’t that bad being with Jungkook anyway.

Later that week, you came home to a box on your bed. You didn’t order anything lately, so you weren’t sure what it was. However, upon closer inspection, you saw your name on it. Inside was a chipmunk-shaped night light. You’ve seen these in stores and online, usually advertised to children, but that didn’t matter. It was battery-operated, which meant even if the power went out, you could still use the device.

Your lips lifted in a smile while you inspected the cute light. You set it on your nightstand and then returned your attention to the box. You still weren’t sure who had gifted you this. Though, sure enough, you found a card laying at the bottom of the box, face down. Turning it over, it read:

In case I’m not here next time. JK

Your eyes lingered on the hand-written note. Partly in denial that Jungkook, your annoying, disobeying roommate, had gotten you something so considerate. Nevertheless, your view of him was slowly changing—for the better.

You checked your clock and realized Jungkook would be home from his class soon. As a thank you, you started to cook dinner. It wasn’t going to be the most elaborate meal he's had since he was the better chief, but you hoped it would convey the gratitude you had for his thoughtful present.

Maybe living with Jungkook wasn’t that bad after all.

A/N: Thank you again, anon! 🥰

Also if any of you knit sweaters for cats, you're a rockstar. Don't let anyone tell you differently 👿

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 29

Third POV

It's Sunday. Eboni has spent her weekend trapped in EJ's Infirmary with Jeff by her side almost 24/7. The teen wants to address this, but she knows he'll just brush it off. She questions why he struggles to vocalize how he cares for her. In her mind, it isn't as difficult since his actions speak for him.

In honesty, she finds the killer being reluctant to voice his emotions kinda cute. Though she'll never admit that out loud. Her eye is healed enough for her to open it. Her cut lip is healed while the bruise on her cheek is fading. Her ribs still ache as well as her ankle, but nothing is broken- so she can manage. Her hand, though, is going to take the longest to heal. The serum is enough to lessen how large the cut is, but it's still going to require more stitching.

On the plus size, Eboni has gotten a chance to get to know EJ and BEN. They don't seem too bad, but BEN is a bit of a perv that's on drugs. If he offers Eboni another mystery pill, she swears to throw him into a tub full of ice-cold water - other than that, he's a good buddy to smoke weed with.

She finds EJ interesting. His knowledge within the medical field is a bit surprising until he opens up on how he became what he is. It's a bit disheartening that slenderman played a part in it, though, but he holds no grudges.

Right now, both Eboni and BEN are playing mario Cart on one of EJ's medical monitors. BEN, of course, hacked it so it can display the screen on his switch. The two have had three races, BEN winning all of them - Eboni in last place every time.

Eboni grabs her pillow, hitting the glitching demon multiple times upside his head. "The third fucking time!? And these maps are complete ass!"

"Ack! Aye! It's not my fault you suck at this shit! I thought you were a streamer!"

"In my free time, when I'm bored. I don't play Nintendo games, you elf!"

"What games do you play?"

"Shooting games - like Call of duty. It's fun pissing those gamer freaks off." She grins.

"Ugh- fine. I'll put one of those games in. What else do you play?"

"Cookin' momma and any just dance game."

BEN laughs, "Really? Just dance? Cookin momma? Those games are ridiculous!"

Eboni raised a brow, "so your saying that they're so bad you can beat me at them?"

"Hell yeah, I can - wanna bet?"

Eboni holds out her hand, the creature shaking it as she proudly says, "DEAL!"

Jeff and EJ sit back in one of the few chairs in the room, watching the two play. Jeff's attention is mostly on Eboni, not knowing that he's smiling rather softly towards her. These pass days, Jeff allows himself to accpet a number of things. The first is his overwhelming feelings for Eboni. Something about her - something within her - keeps drawing him in - making him want much more.

Nothing, and no one has been able to hold his attention almost constantly. His attention span is pretty short. It doesn't take the killer much to become bored rather quickly, but with Eboni, he doesn't face that issue. He seems to find out something new about her every day. Her attitude and feisty nature always make things more entertaining.

After spending two days with her, it still isn't enough. He doesn't want her to leave his side - not even for a second. He never thought he'll be this clingy. But after seeing her so bruised and hurt, a strong, overpowering sense of needing to protect what's his took over him completely. Jeff doesn't care what anyone says, nor how others look at her within the mansion. All he cares about, all he wants is for Eboni to be safe & feel safe.

EJ glances at Jeff, grinning a bit. "She really has you whipped, huh?" He teases, elbowing his shoulder playfully.

Jeff eyes harden, scoffing while shaking his head. "As if."

"Come on Jeff. It's written all over your face." EJ grins, glancing at Eboni. "She's really something. I see why you fell hard."

"I didn't fall for that fuckin' bi-"

"Sprout bullshit all you want. Everyone knows how you feel." The cannibal shrugs, giving the smiling killer a knowing look.

Jeff sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair as he watches Eboni begin to play just dance with BEN. "Whatever....how did yours make you feel?" He asks hesitantly, knowing how sensitive this topic is for EJ.

He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "She was my world. She gave me this high that I've never felt before, my addictive drug."

"Have you ever...felt this overwhelming feeling to protect her? The thought of any other guy looking at her pisses you off?"

EJ can't help but chuckle. "Sometimes yeah, but you're far more possessive than I ever was. You never seem to leave Eboni alone - not that she minds."

"I..." Jeff doesn't know what else to say. EJ is right as he is most of the time.

"She gives you this sense of control that you've never had, even before being dragged into this mansion. It levels you- but no worries, you're still a crazy mother fucker." He said, patting his shoulder.

The smiling killer doesn't shrug his hand off this time. The eyeless cannibal is right - the desire to have complete control over something, anything, and Eboni gives him that. Giving him complete control over her life. The idea of having someone to control has always been appealing, thrilling even.

Sure, Nina could've filled that role, but she wouldn't have lasted, and her existence irks him. Throwing away such a good life - a life he sometimes wishes he had. Sure, he had a mother and a father, even a little brother, but it wasn't stable - he was never stable.

A cheer breaks him from his thoughts, Eboni performing a rather sensual victory dance while BEN lays on the floor - exhausted. Eboni completely floored BEN in cookin momma, just dance, and even a few shooting games. Even with all the cheat codes BEN gathered, he couldn't beat raw talent.

Eboni bends down, holding her hand out and giving BEN a mocking pitied look. "Switch, please."

Accepting defeat, he snaps his fingers as his Nintendo Switch system appears in her hands. With a giddy smile, she skips over to Jeff, showing off what she won. "I beat the game, demon!" She cheers gleefully.

Jeff stands, patting the top of her head. "Good job, princess."

"What the fuck man! You know how much I love that thing and your praising her!?"

Jeff grins, flipping BEN off as he moves onto Eboni's medical bed. "Go cry about it."

"Asshat!" He shouts before zapping away.

EJ laughs, standing from his chair. "Slenderman is requesting me. I'll be back to do one more check-up on her."

Jeff nods, watching the cannibal leave. He smiles at Eboni, patting his thigh. The teen eagerly jumps onto the bed, moving to sit in between his legs. The killer wraps his arms around her waist, sighing in contentment while Eboni messes around with her new Switch to fit her taste.

"Gonna open up about that little episode you had?" He questions, watching her fingers still against the joysticks.

There has been this unspoken air between the two. Most of it is regarding what took place Friday, the other being their feelings for one another that neither of them are ready to discuss any time soon. Eboni tenses a bit, leaning her head up to look at Jeff.

"I don't..." The topic of her parents has always been a sensitive one. But maybe it's time she forces herself to talk about it.

"If you do, I'll give you a reward." He whispers to her, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against her hips.

Eboni gulps nervously, lowering her head as she takes a deep breath. "O-Okay..." she whispers, beginning her story.

It's Christmas Eve. Jacob, Eboni's father's family, has invited him to spend Christmas with them. It was surprising considering they've grown apart the moment Jacob proposed to his wife, Yasmine.

His family fought and never accepted Yasmina, which made no sense considering how sweet and loving the woman was. Unfortunately, she has no family of her own except for her husband and daughter - which played a role in Jacob's family disliking her.

However, both are individually successful. Jacob is a world-renowned martial artist, owning several self-defense studios across the United States. Yasmina is a world-renowned chef and retired gymnastics coach. They've paved the way for their eight year old daughter to have an amazing future.

The family is currently driving to Jacob's family home, which happens to be a huge mansion. Yasmine isn't looking forward to this trip, but Eboni is. The young child couldn't wait to see her aunt that she misses and loves so much. Yasmine was looking forward to seeing Jacob's older sister, though. The woman is the only one she gets along with - the only one she trusts.

"Honey, I told you we should've left before the snow storm gotten closer." Yasmine sighs.

"Yeah, yeah - I get it, woman. You were right." Jacob said, rolling his eyes playfully, which earns him a light smack on his arm.

"Oh, don't start! It's just the snow os picking up. The weather report also said to be mindful of black ice. Maybe we should find a motel and -"

"I've been driving since I was sixteen years old. I'm 30 babe, this storm is child's play."

Eboni giggles, playing with her stuffed rabbit, glances out of her window - gasping at the snow. "Ish so pretty and white! Lookie look!"

"I see, sweetie. It's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as my little princess."

Eboni giggles, squeezing her rabbit close to her chest. Swinging her feet at her father's words. "Momma is prettier!"

"Oh, Eboni, stop -"

"Mhm. Both of you are my gorgeous girls. Aaaaall mine." Jacob smiles, moving to place his hand on Yasmine thigh.

After an hour or so, Jacob notices this black van with tinted windows following them. At every turn, every stop light - the van is right behind them, tailgating them. Yasmine has noticed too but hasn't voiced her concerns, not wanting to scare her daughter.

Jacob and Yasmine share a knowing look as they hold each others hands. Jacob begins speeding through the snowstorm, running red lights and making a few sharp turns. Unfortunately, the black is still hot on their tail.

"Momma? Papa? Why is the car going so fast? Ish little scary..." she pouts, gripping her rabbit plush even tighter.

"No reason, sweetie! Daddy is just trying to get there as fast as he can since the storm is getting worse. We might get stranded in the middle of the road if he doesn't hurry." Yasmine explains as calmly as she could.

Eboni notices the two holding their hands and the worried expressions on their faces. Eboni reaches forward, placing her hand over her parents - feeling a sense of comfort now.

The comfort fades the moment Jacob loses control over the car after sliding on a large patch of black ice. The man keeps his composer, turning the wheel in the opposite direction - gaining control rather quickly. He smiles, looking at his wife then at his daughter.

"You guys oka-"

SKREEEEEEEET- BANG!

A sixteen wheeler comes crashing head-on into the family. The front of the car is completely destory, and Eboni's parents crushed. Eboni's eyes widen at the sight, screaming at the top of her lungs- crying out for her parents to speak, pleading with them to let her know that they're alright. Eboni was struggling to keep consciousness, suffering extreme internal bleeding. The last sight of her loving parents being their mangled corpses.

"The poor girl. Her father's family wants nothing to do with her..."

"Losing your parents. What kind of Christmas gift is that?"

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the brightness of the hospital room. She tries to sit up, whimpering at the pain she feels all over her body.

"Oh no, no! You mustn't move, sweetheart. You have to rest." The nurse said, gently lowering the child back down.

"Momma...papa? Where are...momma and Papa?" Eboni questions, her voice horse. The child was stuck in a coma for a week.

The two nurses share a heartbreaking look. The first nurse slowly shakes her head. "Um... sweetheart, they aren't here right now."

"Wh...what? But momma and papa are hurt! Hospitals heal people! So they should be ok...momma and Papa are ok..right?" She questions, lips quivering. The poor child didn't want to believe the horrifying images of her parents being real. The doctors can just piece them back together. They're miracle workers just like her father taught her.

The nurses stay quiet, not sure how to comfort the child while trying to keep the heartbreaking truth from her.

"Then Tete? Where's Eboni's Tete?" The eight year old questions, referring to her auntie.

The nurses remain silent again, confirming the child's suspicions. Her parents are gone. They weren't coming back. The doctors couldn't fix them. No one could bring them back. Her other family, her aunt, has completely left her to endure this new painful reality alone.

"No... NO MOMMA! PAPA! EBONI IS AWAKE! SHE'S OK, SO YOU SHOULD BE OK!" she screams, forcing herself to sit up - the child slipping into hysterics.

The nurses begin to panic, phoning for the doctor to come. Once there, he orders the nurses to hold the child down.

"But she's just a kid!" The second tries to reason.

"And she'll injure herself further in this state! We have to sedate her!" He explains, pulling out a rather large needle filled with cheer liquid.

Eboni sees this and screams at the top of her lungs, the same gut-wrenching scream as before. She trashes around, the nurses having no choice but to force the child down and strap her in place. The doctor sighs, walking over and forces the needle into a vein within the child's arm - slowly pushing the liquid into her.

Quickly, Eboni begins to calm down heavy tears streaming down her face. From that day forward, the young child's world - that was full of happiness and love - will become a life full of hellish experiences, solitude, and a chain of endless abuse.

[three--rings]

Car Accidents for Writers and/or The Curious

So two days ago (as of first writing it's now been two weeks) I was in a major car accident at highway speed. Luckily, I'm mostly okay, my car protected me and only my heel is broken. But going through that was an experience and a very weird and foreign one so I wanted to write it down, especially for any writers depicting car crashes.

So first of all I was driving a brand new 2023 Kia Forte. A car with lots of technical bells and whistles, full modern safety everything. Thank god, although it was only 3 months old, it probably saved me from further injury.

So what happened immediately before the crash is what I'm most hazy about in my mind. I remember seeing the car on the left, it was at a crossroads where my highway traffic doesn't stop, but the crossroad traffic does. So I THINK the other car was stopped at the intersection when I first saw him, but honestly I am not sure. I saw the car, it was heading for the space in front of me, and I had time to think "he's gonna see me and stop right...what the FUCK" --impact.

(Edit: Two weeks later - Upon thinking more about it, I think that I saw him start to move but thought he was surely turning right, because he wouldn't go straight when I was right there. It would have been perfectly legal for him to turn right then. But then by the time I realized he wasn't turning and was coming right for the space in front of me...it was too late to do anything.)

Rest of the post cut for EXTREME Length as well as accident details and medical details of the ER trip both of which could be triggering. Nothing bad or gory or anything, just, some people might not want to read them.

I think I may have actually been yelling WHAT THE FUCK as I hit him. It felt like I had a split second to hit the brake, which was not nearly enough time to accomplish something. In that I did hit the brake but it barely slowed me before I hit. I was traveling around 70 mph (which is the speed limit there).

So the impact. All I remember is sudden whiteness blocking my view, along with the force, something impacting me in the face. I had a split second where I thought "Okay this is it, this is real, I might be about to die." (Note: I was also able to accurately report where on the car I hit (rear passenger door) but not the type of car. I said sedan, but it was a minivan. I said white, it was silver.)

Oh and right as the impact happened, as I saw the door of the car I was about to hit, right before the airbag popped, I had the thought/sensation of "wait, no, do it again, wait rewind, wait, reload the game." It was the sensation that I, as a gamer, have when I fuck up in a video game. The instinct that has you reach for the pause button or the reload button or whatever. That's what I felt, except of course it was real life and I couldn't try that again.

So the air bag popped and blocked all of my view, so I suddenly had no idea where I was, which way I was headed, etc. Except the car was still moving, my foot was probably/possibly still on the brake and my hands were I think still on the wheel. (All of this, I don't really know for sure.) Probably not still steering, but I feel like I was? IDK.

The next thing I knew I felt a second impact as my car hit a metal pole with a highway sign on it, shearing it off entirely. I saw the sign fly past my car through whatever gap was visible to the upper left side past the airbag. So I knew what I had hit. After that I was on grass and the car came to a pretty quick stop. (note this car also has auto-braking when it senses something in front of you, but obviously it couldn't stop itself fast enough either. )

So the car stopped and I was sitting there and my first thought was "okay I have to get out of the car." I could smell smoke and oil/fluidy smells and my car was making a bunch of weird sounds so I was scared it might catch on fire or whatever. So I reached under the side airbag which was blocking the top half of the door and opened my car door, which opened fine. I undid my seatbelt and grabbed for my phone from it's place on the center console under the dash. I knew in my dazed brain that my phone was Important. I needed to Call Someone? Maybe 911? Maybe my husband?

So, clutching my phone in a death grip (not thinking about taking anything else) I crawled under the side airbag and basically fell out of the car onto the grass.

Immediately upon trying to get out I knew my right ankle was hurt. I've had a lot of ankle sprains in my life and I looked down and saw it starting to swell and knew I couldn't stand on it.

Pretty much immediately, or within seconds there were people there. There was a gas station on the corner so either they were there or they were stopped at the intersection waiting to turn going the opposite direction from me. (God I've just thought I could have easily hit them if I'd gone left instead of right. . . that was lucky.)

The two people who arrived, who had witnessed it were a black man and a white woman, I can vaguely picture them, though couldn't pick them out of a lineup fyi. They kept offering to help me up and I told them no, my ankle is hurt, I can't stand. They asked if anyone was in the car and needed help and I said no. As new people arrived I heard them tell new people that no one was trapped. I guess I was vaguely aware that there was a second car also stopped, but I filed that under Someone Else's Problem and focused on me.

Oh wait, I've just remembered I think I was standing on one foot, holding onto the door at first, when the woman came up and asked if I was hurt. Because I was brushing off my front...so here we get into weird details okay. So I was wearing a steel boned corset under my clothes that I always wear when I go out, for back support. It's custom made by me. And I noticed right away that the impact had bent the front busk of the corset. This is a heavy duty steel busk, extra wide, so it's almost 2.5" wide piece of heavy steel. And instead of my stomach impacting the steering wheel or WHATEVER, it bent it up to almost a 90 degree angle.

So I was noticing that, but also, I thought I might be on fire. I was very HOT. My clothes were hot to the touch, the front of my dress felt like it had almost been singed. I kept touching and checking myself to make sure I wasn't on fire anywhere because of how hot my clothes felt. I assume this is from the air bags and the force of the impact and the explosions that send them out...IDK. But yeah I was hot. So I kept touching my stomach and clothes and people kept asking if I was hurt and I said "No, I don't think so, just my ankle."

At first, though, I couldn't form words. People were asking if I was okay and I couldn't answer. I think maybe I nodded. So my responses were probably more like Yes and No and "Ankle" than I remember. I just remember some serious floaty, disconnected, stunned mindset where I couldn't make words right. Lasted maybe less than a minute or a minute or two, not sure.

Basically I laid on the ground and just breathed and tried to chill for a few minutes, responding as people came up and asked me things. I think I repeated a couple of times "he just drove right in front of me..." and witnesses backed me up, saying they were there and saw the whole thing and yeah he just drove right out in front of me.

Throughout this, the surreal thing was that my car was still running and still playing my music. So poppy Janelle Monae was playing from my car. I finally was able to coordinate enough to pause Spotify on my phone so it stopped. I asked one of the bystanders if he could turn my car off with the on/off button because I was worried about it.

A state trooper arrived fairly quickly and came over and asked me first if I was hurt and if anyone else was in the car. I told him about my ankle and no. He said "okay you just sit there [on the grass] that's probably the best place for you. EMS is on their way, should be a few minutes." To which I nodded. He then asked me for my ID. I told him it was in my purse which he fetched from inside the car and handed to me to find my wallet and pull out my ID. He asked me for my basic version of the accident, which I was pretty vague about "I was driving and he just pulled right in front of my car and I only had a split second to brake."

He asked which direction I was traveling, how fast I was going. When I hesitated over that answer he said "highway speed?" and I said "yeah, 70-75." I was slightly worried about admitting I was technically speeding to a cop, but he just nodded and was very chill about everything, so I wasn't TOO worried. He asked a little more after a couple minutes like which direction the other car was coming from and which lane I was in." Then he said he was going to talk to the other driver. At which point I remembered there was another human being involved and I asked if they were okay and he said yeah seems like it, they're just a little queasy from the seatbelt.

So from where I was on the grass and not moving, basically I was sitting in the V formed by my car and the open driver door, so I couldn't see the other car and had literally no idea about the other driver, couldn't have told you their gender or race or anything. I never saw them. (Later the police gave us their details and it seems to be a man, but their name and city is literally all I know.)

At this point I was starting to feel more together. I had been playing with my phone, trying to call my husband. But for a while I couldn't make my fingers find how to call him. And then I did it, but the call wouldn't go through. I was in a fairly isolated area with poor cell coverage, it's basically in the middle of a bunch of fields of corn and cotton and shit. So I was calling but not hearing anything on the line. And meanwhile people kept talking to me and the car was honking nonstop. Even after I got him to turn off the car, it was still making honking car alarm noises. Like yes car, I know you are in distress but please shut the fuck up.

I texted my husband instead. He was texting me by then because he could hear when I called him and he knew something was WRONG. So here are the texts. It's pretty funny.

Cat totaled. Of course I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see anything very well. I had been wearing sunglasses with bifocal reading glasses in them but they were uh, removed by the airbag. No idea what happened to them. He called me thankfully and that call worked so I told him where I was and that I was okay except for my ankle, etc. Of course I'm like the car, the poor car our new car is totaled and he's like fuck the car are YOU okay, etc.

Also when I exited the car, the witnesses kept telling me I was bleeding on my lips. I touched them and could tell my bottom lip was split. So I was like, yeah it's okay just my lip. Presumably from the impact with the airbag. It's cut on the inside from my teeth and still very swollen and in my way.

So I pulled my backup sunglasses from my purse and put them on to block the sun and laid back in the grass to chill. What sucked was that this is Texas and the grass had ants and they were crawling on me, but what could I do. I looked behind me and there was only more grass with car shrapnel and the highway which didn't look more comfortable to sit on. I asked the officer to get my tote bag out of my car, the bag with my dnd stuff which had a water bottle and can of coke in it. He got it but the coke can was totally dented and I couldn't open it. So I drank the water very gratefully because I was super thirsty.

oh and about this time the cop gave me a long speech about "You should drink a lot of water tonight and try to do some moving around because you're going to be sore and being in a car accident releases a ton of lactic acid into your body like you did a very strenuous workout...etc. " I basically just nodded and was like yeah i'm gonna be really sore.

At this point I figured I just had a sprained ankle and I would go to the er and they would check me out and I'd get an ACE bandage and be fine basically. I realized that the injury was from me trying to brake, standing on the brake and when the impact happened all that force transferred directly into my almost straight leg.

So the ambulance arrived and they came and asked the same questions. They had a bunch of people come to help get me to the stretcher. Basically they grabbed my arms and shoulders and pulled me backwards, telling me to push myself with my good leg. So I did that with them holding me up until we got to the stretcher and I sat down and swung myself around and was strapped down and lifted into the ambulance. They asked me if I had a preference for hospitals to go to and I told them the name of the big hospital nearby which I know our insurance works with because one of my doctors is there.

Then they just started asking me a bunch of medical questions about medications and conditions which I basically had to simplify, leaving out some of the minor things I have going on. Like I didn't mention depression or the antidepressant I take. I only told him some of my meds for my back. Not sure why, it just seemed like I needed to get important things across only.

He asked about where I hurt and I at that point told him about my shoulder hurting in addition to my ankle. He also told me about how bad that intersection is for accidents and how he'd been out there about an hour before for another (more minor) one and we talked about whether they needed to install a light there.

He was really nice and I liked him. I sent a text to my dnd chat while riding that told them I wouldn't be at the game. In the ambulance they checked my vitals and also took my blood sugar which I thought was kinda weird. I guess it's just standard.

We got to the ER and as they wheeled me through I heard the people saying "trauma 2, trauma 2 in room whatever, the trauma is here." So I realized that was me and they were treating me like a Serious Patient and not just an ankle. As I was rolled into the room a veritable swarm of people came with me and pulled me from the stretcher to the bed, bringing a lot of grass and dirt with me, by the way, which no one but me seemed to notice (And the nurse later).

Then they were trying to get my clothes off and a young man approached me with surgical scissors and said "Okay we're just gonna cut this off you" and I was like "No, please, can you not, I just finished sewing this!" and thankfully they were like well let's try. I was already like, I can do this, and pulling up my dress and wiggling. They probably didn't want me moving myself that much, but fuckit, I spent months on that dress I didn't want it ruined. (It ended up torn about an inch down at the neckline and has a couple inch long tear in the skirt from either me crawling out of the car or them pulling me to the stretcher.)

Oh and I had to tell them "I'm wearing a back support corset under here so it will be weird" but they were like "that's no problem" and they just reached down and pried the busk apart, (with me sucking in to help them) and pulling it free. So that was one anxiety gone. So anyway, they finally got the dress and all my shirts off while they pulled my bra free also. It's definitely weird having a swarm of people you can't really see grab you and start tearing off your clothes. I wasn't feeling at all worried about being exposed or anything, my only concern was for my clothes. Finally I was naked except for my underwear and they put a gown over me.

And then hooked up a bunch of wires and stuff. The EMT had started an IV in my hand but not given me anything. They also didn't give me anything yet, though I THOUGHT they'd hooked me up to saline or something but turned out no.

Then I talked to the doctor and repeated all my pains. They were like okay we'll get xrays and check you out all over. So they did the xrays in the bed and I had a really hard time moving my foot/ankle the way they wanted because I was like "I can't move it" and they were like, but okay flex more and I'm like "I can't." And then turn it to the side and I'm like, uh, it's not moving. And finally I had to like turn my whole body to the side to get the position they wanted.

Then they took blood and mostly left and there was one nurse left. "Can I have some water?" I asked, my most pressing concern because I was DYING of thirst. She was like "uh we have to wait and ask the doctor." And then a little while later she was like "is there anything I can get you?" and I'm like "again, water?" and she's like okay lemme go check.

So I finally got water and I asked the lady taking my blood if she could hand me my phone from my purse. So I had my phone hurray although I still had no glasses and couldn't see. But my texts showed my husband was outside so I asked if he could come back and they said sure. It still took a little while but they finally came and asked me again if family could come back and I said yes and then there he was.

Obviously that was a huge relief because I could ask him for stuff from my purse like my glasses. And we mostly just talked and looked at stuff on our phones while waiting for results. So finally the doctor comes back and is like so okay actually you have a broken heel bone and we're going to put you in a splint for now and then you will follow up with an orthopedist. And he did that and that was pretty painful. By this point they'd given me something in my IV that was helping with the pain but still having them try to force my foot upright was super painful.

Then they said they needed a urine sample and the nurse was like do you want to try a bed pan or me to do a catheter. And I'm like I guess bed pan. Which, I didn't know, is basically just a hard plastic bowl that you sit on and the edges dig into your butt and thighs. And she tries to explain how to go and I'm like okay I'll try but I totally failed. Because I was still massively dehydrated. I'm like "if you'd given me more water like I asked, I might be doing better at this." Finally they started me on IV fluids and I got my husband to get me my water bottle. Then they did a catheter except they still couldn't get urine and they did it a second time with a better nurse and finally they made me laugh and that made some come out so they made me keep laughing until they got enough of a sample. So I'm definitely making the nurse stories for that one.

By the way, did the catheter hurt. Yeah, a little. It feels like what you'd expect. It's pokey and doesn't feel good, but once it's in you can't feel it. Also I was told my "anatomy" made it easy to see what they were doing which, I'm like is that a compliment on my pussy or what?

Anyway after that it was just waiting waiting waiting. They were checking for damage to my kidneys or I guess other indicators through blood tests because they came back to draw more blood twice.

Finally like five hours after the wreck they let me go. And gave me very little information about anything, actually I could complain a lot about the way the ER handled things but like that's not the point here.

We were both obviously starving because we hadn't eaten so we had to drive through the only thing open which was a 24 hour mcdonalds.

They didn't give us crutches, just told me to use them, so we had some from when my husband was in a car wreck and wheelchair bound for months. So he had to go in the house and find those and bring them out to me. Our door is very far from the driveway so I had a long way to go on crutches and it was very difficult given my pain situation and how my shoulder and ribs on the right side hurt. So once I finally got to the door he got a rolling chair that I sat on and he wheeled me to the bedroom.

That night once the meds they gave me in the ER wore out I was in terrible terrible pain. I'm a chronic pain patient on an opioid patch and it was insane. Ten on the pain scale. I wont go into too much detail but god I wanted to die or like, just cut my foot off. I took pretty much anything I could to try to help the pain, after some quick interactions googling. And took an edible we had and that was what finally let me get any sleep about 5 in the morning once it kicked in.

It's now two weeks later and...what is recovery from a crash like that like? Well it sucks honestly. I got very lucky in my injuries but the broken heel is way more painful that I would have imagined, sometimes radiating pain all the way up my leg to the crotch. And worse than that has been the rest of my body that didn't get diagnosed with any injuries but obviously went through major trauma.

My ribs have been very sore in a couple different places, making it difficult to move, sit up, lay on one side, reach for things, laugh or cough. And I pulled something in my right shoulder though they didn't see any damage on x-rays but it's taken two weeks to start to feel like I can use my right arm much or move it without terrible pain.

I've spent most of my time on pretty heavy meds, thanks to my pain doctor, but still all the time I've been massively uncomfortable. And trying to do anything is really difficult because I have to use weird muscles to pull myself up to standing or whatever without putting weight on my right foot, and then those muscles have gotten sore. It was about two days after the accident I reached peak Body Pain, after trying to get around on crutches with an injured/bruised ribs and messed up shoulder. I got to the point I couldn't get myself up to go to the bathroom on my own at all. Thankfully then I got a kneeling scooter thing which is an absolute requirement for getting around in this state.

So yeah today is two weeks and I feel like I'm just starting to get back to almost normal functioning, except for my broken foot. Taking meds less often, and then only because the foot starts throbbing. (Did you know heels are very painful things to break? Neither did I? I'm lucky I don't need surgery because frequently this injury can cripple you if you don't have surgery.)

Anyway, I don't know if anyone will have read all this, but I feel like it's worth documenting the experience. I was originally going to post this within the first few days of the accident but then the real bad effects started kicking in and then uh, there was the Lahaina thing. (My closest family lives there. They are safe along with their house but...my little tragedy didn't feel important in the face of that.)

At any rate, please drive safely, this experience sucks and I don't recommend it.

[luigiblood]

Game Ownership

In sort of a response to the Ubisoft director of subscriptions where he said that we need to get more confortable not owning games...

Well, reading that interview from GamesIndustry.biz, turns out he never really said that. It's more of an observation of the gaming subscription services, and comparing different views. It's actually a pretty interesting read.

But the negative response to the more clickbait part where the gamers went very much against this from the get go was something that particularly striked me as how I really just didn't feel like I was part of those who responded like this.

I do not care about owning games that much. I may be a owner of retro consoles, games, and about 50 Switch physical games, but the reasons ranges from passion to just practical and economical.

Taking the example of the Switch, what currently makes me attached to physical games are more of how it's usually cheaper in my country (like, first party games day one tend to be 25% off brand new), and the practicality when you live in a household with 2 Switch systems, it's just easier to share the games that way with your family. If I could just buy digitally with the same advantages, I'd just do that.

This view on game ownership has mostly to do with my past of a guy who pirated games and movies like crazy before we got a little more comfortable paying for stuff. But this past also comes with a deeper importance on the presence of data locally. Cloud gaming is something I hate on passionately if the industry keeps going on that as a means to play games exclusively. It would be the kind of thing that would make my heart broken about modern gaming as a whole, but thankfully we're not even close to there, and I suspect we'll never be.

But I could also not need to pay for the games, I don't really see a lack of ownership as a problem on its own. The only thing that matters is if it's practical or not, and that's the part that feels like it tends to be skipped when explained. That's how it went about movies and music.

That practicality is critical, and that is the part that's the most in danger. The big reason why is how companies can decide on a whim what is accessible to suit their needs. That WILL be completely in the process of enshittification due to how companies have to keep growing until it makes no more sense. You don't even need to look very far to understand this, video streaming services are already very good at doing absolutely this, but I also dare say the Game Pass and PlayStation Plus are on a similar boat to a different extent, though.

One of the recent examples of how bad shit is HBO Max's removal of a huge amount of content just for a massive tax write down. There is financial incentive to fuck us all, and I consider the future to do absolutely that in the long term for gaming.

That kind of thing SUCKS. That is what we're actually scared of as a consumer. I hate seeing art being considered as a throwaway product.

I even saw a french article that was so complacent with this and kept saying complete bullshit things like "oh if they remove that game from the service, just take it as an opportunity to play another one" just, fuck off. That's not how I see this kind of service.

I love Nintendo Switch Online, despite a lot of its flaws, and hate on Virtual Console's overall legacy personally. I'm all for ways to allow discoverability and pick the curiosity of people. That's the kind of shit that I love in having some ease of access to catalogs, despite not owning them.

Wasn't it the dream to just access to everything with less money though? Don't tell me otherwise because I wouldn't believe you. I do think there's something nice in this kind of service, but we also need to figure how to keep companies from the inevitable enshittification that will ensue on the constant need for growth beyond any reasonable sense.

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

This one is long as fuck I'm sorry.

Episode 5:

JJ and Will. I'll call your mum 😂😂 I lost it.

Garcia shouting No repeatly reminds me of a child of a drunk adult refusing to go home.

The way Emily and Rossi are sitting it's like thier watching thier little child.

Dave face while he watches her I can not.

He's literally the dad. One look from her and she slowly goes quite and the. "You done?" Like bruh you are father.

Thoes two are father and daughter and it fixes my daddy issues for 50 minutes at a time.

No one like you deputy douchbag

Rossi and Luke sending him dirty looks is great.

Tara saying Gen z makes me smile for no reason.

Rossi calling deputy douchebag out. I love it when he profiles people it's so fucking soothing for my soul.

Rossi say bullshit and calling him more out. Fuck yes sir call him out my bitch.

Deputy douchebag you really think profiler can't read you think again dumbass.

Emily proud of Dave yet has to take deputy douch out of the room before more damage is done.

Emily is so fucking hot when she calls him out tho. Fucking love it when she profiles.

Son of a bitch coming from Dave is so hottt.

Why have I always gotten enemies to lovers vibes from Penelope and Tyler.

Luke and Penelope are end game always butttt.

I feel Rossi having more fun that he really should be setting thoes two to be working together.

Tyler wears crocs😂😂

Feet off the table bitchhh.

Garcia earrings are amazinggg.

Tyler asking about the catsssss.

Dave explaining thingggs it's so cuteeee.

Penelope catching on because of Reid ahh thier friendship is the best.

Penelope and Dave have and continues to be one of my fav duos.

WILL DOESN'T HAVE CANCER FUCK YESS. NOTHING LIFE THEARTNING WE ALLGOOD.

Will has good points just saying. Also I think it's time JJ should leave the BAU for her family. Do I want her to go. Fuck no she's the best.

Oh if they kill her off the season imma become an unsub.

Pinky swear 😍😍😭😭

JJ and Will own my heart.

Emily and Tara please step on me.

Benjamin mum is a dickface.

"I'll say he tricked you" grabs cup quickly so no one can asks questions.

The look Rossi gives her, he's like. Girl your issues are showing.

Ha! Tyler you just got told bitch!

He mentioned black queen. Protective Davey let's go.

Nah Dave come on you should of punched that man.

Luke go talk to Garcia she's needs you.

Penelope calling herself mama ahhh. Imma whore for her.

Prentiss unbuttoning her top and scaring deputy douchbag is great.

Yesss Mommy Prentiss 😍😍. Luke just smirked at the bullsack sentence. He's like ahh good she's arrived

Prentiss playing mommy is hot. She can be my mommy anyday.

This is giving me early Emily Prentiss vibessss fuck I miss it.

Ahh he knows shit, Prentiss is good. Deputy douch fuck off.

Tara needs more boss ass bitch scenes.

Dave acting as of he can't use technology all of sudden. Bitch did you forget your a gamer? Like it's mentioned a few times mainly on a console yes but still. Bitch you know technology you use it daily Dave.

Is Dave trying to set them up or some shit?

HE BROUGHT HER A CAT!?!

I really don't like the way they are getting along. But also like the second they met I knew it. But LUKE AND GARCIA IS LOVE. But this is new love... but I don't like it. Maybe.

Prentiss is love. She a bad bitch. Don't therten her you litter ass bitch I'll fight her. Emily stand ya ground.

Deputy douchbag grow some balls.

Sicarius is hot. I'm sorry I'm a whore for a man like him. And I opps.

Haha bitch you dead.

Deputy douch this your fault.

Go off Emily go offffff.

Cat. Catttt. Cute cat. Tyler holding cat is Hella cute.

But Dave seriously we needa talk. This man is who you want to be dating the girl you see as a daughter. SERIOUSLY?! DO YOU DISLIKE LUKE THAT MUCH?!?!

Is JJ and Luke in trouble?..I'm scared.

Tyler still holding cat fucking hell.

I'm scared. JJ DONT DO IT. Ahh she's ringing him I wanna cry. Stay by the car please.

Deputy douch shutting up finally.

Emily voice waver on the please.

I'm sorry I started laughing at Penelopes. Oh no..

Tara and Luke are bestie like I know they all family but thoes two remind me of Derek and Spencer and I. Ow.

Rossi can't handle anymore deaths please.

I mean we all know no ones gonna die cos like they aren't gonna do that but still.

Oooh what if this is how they bring back Reid or Hotch or even my Morgan 😍😋 just like they run to the hospital cos JJ is hurt.

So is that when Penelope confesses to Luke that she's is love orrrr do I have to wait longer for that?

[dreadnoughtus]

Liveblogging after taking an edible and watching

game awards

I don't know what these games are

Oh wait assassins creed VR??

Got distracted my friend texted me.

The dress is kinda flapper ish you know not in a bad way it's fine

What did Forza just win

Oh that's cool good for them I don't drive cars

The height differences......

This would freak me out being on live TV I would hate it ohmygod

Wait huh hometlstuck

This is such strange vibes

Sign language is so sick tho

Why isn't there a general neutral version of mommy and daddy

Oh here come the names I don't know

I'm playing Sandrock while I watch this

Would it be weird if your kid immediately called you by your name like would that fuck them up or

Was told to use beepbo

Alright I'm back

Jk gusher break

BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY

I'm fucking clappiny

Ok but this game fucks

This is about persona 3 btw

I'm absolutely freaking out over her writing

Wait is it a bit

Who

Oh

She's in a silly goofy mood

Omg

Oh never mind I wanted more burning things in a fireplace game

Cool if you're into goo.

I'm a googetter myself

?????????

Omg remember this

Ok but I'm hype

HORNS

I'm gay

Hell yea hell yea

Remember when Rocco was sitting all by himself on camera

Guys I really don't hope someone says some dumb shit on stage again

Geoffs walking out music is cracking me up

Get you a mans who sends you two chairs and a table through the mail

Omg remember his speech last year lmao

Oh it's a bit

Damn

What is this lol

Is this a roast

My fucking boyfriendddd

Idris where you at

Idris you're missing the fanciest night in gaming

Our boyfriend won!!!

.....what is he wearing lmaoooo

Security BEEFY this year

Aww omg

He wore his armor I'm dead

I need to replay baldurs gate NOW

That's right baldurs gate!!!! You can fuck a bear!!!!

Geoff relax

Huh lol

Immediate fanservice

...I'm dying

Turned him on??????

Is he gonna fuck us????

Interstellar?????

This isn't interstellar

Damn bro

Wet Chair :/

Daddy's back

Oh free dayum ok

Geoff has the air of a man who presents this as if he himself made these games

Goose guy 2

Wait this is great

This is my kind of game

I love this

Fuck gta6 I got Big Walk

HUH

Is this fornite Lego????

What the huh

Took a break for ice cream

I just got the news Wonka will be presenting

They give them less speech time than on the Oscars

Oh wait this is the cool lady

FINALLY GONZO

Gonzo has good taste

Cocoon was good

Ok Sega ok!!!!!

Hold up anime game I'm awake

Oh nice ok I'm into it

Alan Wake sweep

Apparently the site you have to login into to get a steam deck for whatever is crashing crazy lol whoopsie

I liked venba!!

Wtf

His boy

I'm scared that's just a video

Not the fog machine

His broach is wild

I'm so glad kojima is finally making the movie he wanted to make

Is this wrestling

Huh

This is a WILD collaboration

They have my support

Movies and games!!!!

Ohhh dinosaurs?? I'm too scared to play this

Everything is fortnite now we are all assimilating into fortnite

Monkey 👍👍👍

I cannot escape suicide squad

Nooooot a fan of the remix

NICE CLAWS

Where do I aquire claws

What is Warframe sorry

Acab

Good games!! I loved tchia

This looks sick, ori vibes

So many cool looking games

Man with ponytail?????

THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

I want to play rebirth so bad

SHUT UP STOP lol huh?????

Sea of stars was meh sorry I said it

Omg I forgot about hades 2

Cutting to ads from ads is so funny

Holy shit he almost killed the camera guy with one kick

Anthony Mackey doing crowd work lmao

Fortnight

He's zooted

Thank you for the meme s

Thanks for the memeorys

Steve Martin looks different

There's 3 genshins now

Hell yeah democrazy

Are these guys a big deal I just don't know

I feel like I need to have played Alan Wake I guess

BOOGIE DOWN WHITE BOY

Ok but they are shredding

Ok I'm ready for bed how much longer

Stop flirting on stage

Gamer snax

We get it you're a voice actor 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Ok wait the armor??? Ok nice

It's funny tho cause the last thing I liveblogged was last of us, good show

BAGGU REPRESENT

The PR glowup for no man's sky was impressive no doubt

No mans sky 2!

We're always talking about mountains

Dragons so I'm in

Can I be a wolf man

Badass title

Stretching this is what I'm always saying unironically to everyone

I love tonberry king

Omgggg monhun!!! Chocobo

Huh what modded controller???

He flutin

Gotyyyy let's goo lol

Bg3 🫡🫡🫡

I sleep 😴

I'm not reading this back

[firstdivisiongirl]

Could I please get a tr and op match up if requests aren't closed?? I'm an infj virgo. I'm really into video games and film. I love psychology and crime. I love listening to music when it comes to do anything. I live rpg, horror and shooter games.

I work at a pharmacy and do piercing!! Which I think they might regret because I love ear piercings.

My style is either cottagecore or academia.

I'm the oldest kid in my family,oldest sister. I kinda grew up with my brother, cousin and uncles. Rough housed and played with them. I kinda have this anger towards my dad for leaving and not checking up on me and my brother, I will never be angry or upset at my half sister and step brother. It isn't their fault that my dad is just shitty.

I prefer animals over humans, because just their better?? I guess. I adore kids and will continue to be thw black sheep in the family if it means standing up for the younger relatives. My parents weren't the best because their both emotional manipulators. So it's easy for me to pick up on when people try to manipulate or abuse me and others. I just brush people of who usually threaten me, if they keep pushing my buttons ill just snap and tell them to come at me.

Because let's me honest only cowards send threats, half of them only do it to be scary. And if they do show up, I'm not scared to throw hands. I won't throw the first punch, I'm not dumb. I know enough laws to keep myself safe and them in trouble

Hello. I just want to say that this one was fun. You are no nonsense and you got two men who are both nonsense! I hope you like it!

You Got…

Roronoa Zoro & Keisuke Baji!!!!

Let’s start with Zoro:

Would like how tough you are and how you don’t need him to protect you.

He likes animals better than people. He like Chopper the most.

Would kick ass for you!

Would like how you stand up for others who can’t. He’d find that admirable.

Asks to have you give him medical advice and help if Chopper is busy.

I think he likes true crime. It would intrigue him

Relaxing on ship dates.

Hopefully, you can keep him from getting lost.

Baji time:

Like Zoro, he’d love you are nonsense and would kick butt.

Dates are watching true crime shows. He’s a huge fan like you!

Seems like a gamer so lots of video game dates too. But he’s a bad loser so be prepared.

He’d love how protective you are of those who can’t. He’s the same way.

Loves animals too. He’d probably get you a cat or ask if you want to feed the stray cats with him.

He’ll throw the first punch for you!

[99katarina99]

Hello,

In this post, I want to talk about one of my favorite games from childhood, which is Heroes of Might and Magic III. Or as everybody calls it, Heroes 3. This game is one of those games that you play to rewind down after coming from work/school.

So, what's it about? It's a strategic type of game where you play as one of the selected factions and heroes, and the goal is to defeat all the other factions in the game, whether it's singleplayer or multiplayer. The game takes place on a made up map, and you explore, collect stuff and gain skills for your heroes to battle monsters and other heroes. You can play against CPUs or against other players, including 2 or more players playing on one PC.

I got introduced to this game when I was like, 9 or 10 years old. One friend from that time introduced me to this game, and I immediately got hooked up on it. I liked exploring around the map and collecting gold and goods and just expand the towns with units of soldiers and other useful stuff. And I played it passively, meaning that I wasn't playing against CPUs and other players. I actually played against myself. I selected as many heroes to play as I wanted (8 is max), and I just played and explored, and when a battle came, it would just be around witnessing with whom did I make more progress with. It's weird, I know. In truth, I was a bit afraid of playing against CPUs, no matter the difficulty. Once, I lost town to a CPU, and it also scared me to see them move after I had finished my turn. It's why I kept to playing on my own. It was actually pretty good, relaxing if I might say. That was before I started playing Minecraft when Heroes 3 was the game I played after coming home from school.

I was gonna play on revisiting this game now as an adult, but unfortunately, the hard drive where Heroes 3 was installed, stopped working, and I lost it. Too bad. Right now, the game came out as a HD version, and there have been some contradictions from other people, saying that they don't like the HD version. From the shots I saw online, it actually looks good, but it's weird seeing all the heroes with clear faces. There have also added a few keyboard shortcuts (if there weren't any in original version).

Now, in the beginning, I started out with the main town being Conflux (the one with elemental units of fighters like fire elementals water elementals and more). I liked playing as Conflux, I believe it was in an expansion version and not in original game. But the one town I often liked to play as (I don't know if it's because of the units or the entire theme of it) is Dungeon. This is an underworld town populated mostly by fighters from Greek mythology, such as meduzas, minotaurs and manticores. Then another one of my favorite towns, for which I really love the entire theme as well, is Rampart. Rampart is a mixture of medieval japan and Shire. The fighters are dwarves, elves, pegasuses, etc. The worst one, probably because it has a sad soundtrack playing in the background, is Necropolis. Necropolis is a graveyard town with all the dead fighters like skeletons, witches and vampires. The only strong unit there are skeletons, who are equiped with swords, and they do a lot of damage if they have a high number of points. I also don't like Stronghold. It's like LOTR town populated by all the bad guys, with fighters like goblins, orcs and ogres. I'm gonna say that, according to some youtube videos and online chats, that people like Castle a lot. It's the most normal town populated by human fighters like pikemen, archers, and some 'not' normal fighters like angels and griffins.

Searching through YouTube, I wanted to find some gameplays to watch while falling asleep, but there aren't many. Only a few longplay videos made by 2 or 3 youtubers. I feel like this game deserves more attention, even now it wakes up nostalgia in some gamers, me included. Actually, this game is as old as me.

Let me know what you think about Heroes of Might and Magic III.

[sims3tutorialhub]

Hello! So, this time I'm kinda looking for opinions on one theory I have about "fixing" something. So, if you have any other idea apart from my theory, everything is welcome.

I am basically having this problem where my game keeps crashing and I could always fix it. But this time I'm trying everything I can and there's no way. I mean, there's one way left but it's basically taking out some CC, sorting it out. But that's already not an option for me cause I had already done that before installing. The thing is, I had about the same amount of CC as you (30gb) sims3pack + packages. Recently, I installed some new CC (clothes and objects as simspack and 3-5 new mods from MTS) and now everything has gone up to 35gb. (28gb being on DCcache, sims3pack basically). So my game up until now has runned fine, with it's lags and crashes here and there but everything normal. Y'know, after a while of playing it crashes. Sure, that's okay. But now I'm trying to play in the save file I'm always playing. With it's Nraas register, overwatch, master controller settings, and other mods to make it run better. The only thing is that I'm not able to play for maybe more than 5 minutes on my main household. I also have other households on the same savefile. That's because I like to play rotationally and have my own sims as townies so my savefiles get big and heavy just because of that and not generations. And so here comes the problem. The crashing always ocurs in less than five minutes in any household living in a house the same size or bigger than a medium sized lot. I'm aware that even though this didn't happend before at all and I could perfectly play on them for hours, I have installed new CC on my game.

This is where my theory comes in, and where I could really use some opinions couse I'm really lost. I admit that what's causing this is well... Me, pushing my game to load more content. But bear with me, I had been wanting to buy a better graphics card for my PC. Mainly for sims 3, but I'm scared it's gonna do nothing. I have a laptop which, I have brought up before in this Tumblr, and in this laptop it doesn't matter how many cc and mods the game has,(maybe nothing at all) it's always gonna crash eventually. With vanilla sims, it crashes after 3 hours of playing. BUT, the game runs super smooth and waaay better than in the PC even with 35gb of CC. This is because it's basically a MSI gamer latptop from last year. i7, with 32gb of ram and a very good graphics card which I don't remember right now. But it's basically 75 times better than the PC's Nvidia GeForce 1050 ti In a 0-100% scale. (PC is an i3 and has 16gb RAM, which is a really good but,✨ sims 3✨ xd) I'm not gonna buy one like the laptop cause is really expensive but I was thinking about something in between if my game could run as close as good as in the laptop. The thing is I'm really confused because I'm really scared that even if I buy a new one, the PC could still crash at this problem I have just like the laptop crashes in seconds, that's why I brought it up. I don't want a smooth game if it's still gonna crash :')

I know my PC well, it doesn't crash inadvertently like the laptop, if I play vanilla sims no way it's crashing in 3hours. With CC it's very possible, but not vanilla. I have checked how much memory utilisizes and it's 7-8 gb of memory. out of 16, that's good, it's not bad. But again, it crashes at this houses outta nowhere. I now a solution is to avoid playing in these, but there's no way now I gotta make smaller ones when I have been playing in these for so many years. So there ya go. I could really use some advice as to what should I do about the graphics card thing, if it's better for me to get a CPU or what. Not both, that's a lot of money,I know both are important for gaming, but I can't afford it. Sorting out my CC it's not an option I already do that all the time, I clean my save to 36-40 mb with save cleaner and I convert everything I can to sims3pack because Packages make my game impossible to play. But I'm definitely not getting rid of my downloads folder 😅

Hii!!

Okay so, my advice: 1. Your save file is probably massive by now and its just too much for the game, I would check if its a memory issue (aka watch your memory as you play as sims can only go up to 3.6GB). I would also check other saves as if they work this is likely it 2. Definitely stop installing things as sims3pack, those things are awful. Just for shits and giggles remove your DCCache folder and see if it works then. 3. I am guessing you used save cleaner, s3mo/cc magic and all that jazz 4. No GPU or CPU is going to save you here sadly. I7 is a good CPU already. And laptop is never going to be as good as PC (my opinion) as it can never pull as much power as a PC. 5. Really all you can do is play a smaller world, less sims, kill off townies, and less decorated houses. Wish I could help but sims just is a 32bit program and nothing we do is going to fix that sadly!

[the-therapist-is-ace]

Bendy?

(Here's a little something that I wrote after BATDR. I feel like everyone was thinking the same as I did when we saw Bendy Benders and the twist at Chapter 4 x)

So naturally SPOILERS! SPOILERS EVERYWHERE!

Here's a VERY self-indulgent thing, with a self-insert -or is it a Bendy insert?- Also disclaimer, English isn't my mother tongue so I'm sorry if there's grammatical errors ^^')

"{...} It was delightful to see such progress. The Ink Demon will stay in this small form indefinitely."

"THESE SON OF A BITCH!"

You slam your fist in anger on your desk. The new game had his downsides, but its also had its qualities, and one of them was definitely the little cute Perfect Bendy (called Baby Benders by the fandom) that followed you around in the city at the beginning of the fourth chapter.

He was just a cute little thing that tried to help, and was easily scared.

Well, or so you thought until getting to the GENT building entrance; seeing the Ink Demon morph into Baby Bendy was... something. You half-expected it -there have been theories after all- but seeing it was another thing entierly.

Anyway, after seeing the toon run away -again- you decided to explore the building. After an encounter with the Keepers (they were fucking creepy you decided after seeing and most importantly hearing them) you found tapes talking about experiences run on the Ink Demon.

The Keepers had tried many things before being able to shrink the demon in his toon form; torture mostly. But what you just heard was different: they admitted that they continu to torture him even when they got him into his weaker state. ENJOYED his screams of pain and tears of ink. And probably continued until the poor thing run away.

To make things worst you can't even hurt them with your pipe and are forced to hide away from their sight. Fuckers.

Anyway, now you are insulting the Keepers and Wilson for what they've done to an innocent guy like him; this isn't the Ink Demon. They said it themselves; he's much more timid in this state, and you saw through the game that he was mostly scared and trying to be helpful, nothing more.

Even then, the Ink Demon technically wasn't bad until Joey started to abuse him; the audio log said as much. At first he was merely roaming around, mostly confused. And yes he may have scared a person or two with his appearance, but it's not like he could do something about it. That wasn't his fault. (RIGHT JOEY? You and your goddamn "just a pencil and a dream" bullshit.)

Now you were officially an Ink Demon apologetic, congratulations for joining us. We have cookies over here and Sammy will play you a tune on the banjo as a welcome. (speaking of which where the fuck is he and the main cast? You haven't seen any of them since the beginning of the game! -asides from a quick cameo of Allisson and Boris in the first Chapter-)

All of that just to say: you were pissed.

Pissed at the Keepers and Wilson that hurted and traumatized so horribly a creature that techincally didn't do anything wrong.

So pissed in fact, that you haven't noticed that your computer was starting to overheat from the numerous hours in a row of playing. (you don't have a gamer computer) So pissed that you even throw a punch at your screen because a Keeper just found you and you needed to evacuate your frustration before getting a game over screen.

So pissed that you didn't see the wave of electricity passing from the game to your hand until you felt it.

"Goddamn piece of shit I'll fucking DESTROY YOU- OW FUCK!"

You wince as you jerk your hand away from the screen in a hurry. The screen is fractured, and your computer shut itself on the impact.

Well looks like I'm good to buy another one. you think bitterly.

However, you quickly forget this when you hear a sound of something falling on the ground in the room next to your bedroom: the living room.

That wouldn't have been a problem if you weren't living alone for at least two years.

And you didn't had guests come over today.

Game and destroyed computer completely forgotten now, you slowly shut your computer off and silently got up. As quietly as possible you go to the living room, phone in hand and the police's number ready to be called. And...

Nothing.

There wasn't anyone in the living room. You frown. You're sure that you heard something! And you don't have pets, you're allergic. You don't have neightbors upon or below you as well so it can't be that either.

"Is someone there?" no response.

No response but a little squeaking noise. You smirked. Got you!

And well, you can't help it. You were just playing BATDR so you allow yourself a quote from its predecessor.

"I know you're in here! Come up and show yourself." Let just hope that whatever it is, it's as friendly as Boris is... you think to yourself.

Silence once again. You hear another noise, this time a shuffling one. Is the thing hiding behind the curtains or under the sofa? It must be quite small then. But wait, if it's small and didn't attacked... Perhaps it's frightened? Then...

"You can come out... I won't hurt you. you say in a much gentler voice and crouched down. I promise."

Is an animal even going to understand me? you ponder before hearing another shuffling noise. It looks like it really is a scared pet and not a robber.

Reassured, you get up put your phone on the table -you don't want to scare it even more with a thing in your hand- and turned back to-

Oh.

You pause. You blink several times to do a double take. You even pinch yourself to be sure that you aren't dreaming. But nope, no matter what you do, you still see the same thing.

Bendy.

In front of you.

Who just got out of hiding under the sofa.

Okay this is it; I lost it. you decide. I have fucking hallucinations now. Great. Awsome. What's the number of the nearest psychiatric hospital?

"Bendy" doesn't say anything -not that he could talk in the game in his toon form- and just continu to look at you with clear hesitation and fear in his eyes.

After doing a staring contest -in which you were FREAKING THE FUCK OUT INTERNALLY- for several minutes, the facts of the situation catches up to you. This is Baby Bendy. A toon that -from what you've just learned- only knows pain, torture, fear and disgust until Audrey came along. And is now in a completely new environnement, with someone that he doesn't know and who's way taller and stronger than him.

And upon remembering that, your resolution disolved.

You know what? Screw it. Even if it's an hallucination... you scrouch down once more in front of him.

In response, he take a step back. Like when he met Audrey... You gulped and try to put a smile on your face.

"Hey... Bendy right?"

Upon hearing his name, the toon take another step back. Yeah that's fair. you think, remembering the blasted recordings.

"I'm sorry if I scared you... you trailed off, not really knowing what to say. I thought there was a robber in my house."

"Bendy" shake his head and put his hands before him like at the begining of chapter four when he met Audrey again. You smile at that.

"Oh so you aren't trying to rob me? you say in an amused tone and smiled even more upon seeing him shaking his head again. Awsome. But then, what are you doing here?"

He seems to think for a bit, before shaking his head again.

"Don't have a clue uh? another shake. Well that makes two of us..."

He doesn't seems too bothered by it, you noticed. Then again, he've seen crazier things... And deadlier things.

You cringed at the thought. However, you quickly smile back at the little devil when he tilt his head to the side in confusion.

"It's nothing little guy. you assure him. I just... didn't expected that I guess. you shrugged. But I'm not complaining! you quickly add to not make him feel bad. Just... I have a living toon that just appeared in my living room now."

He doesn't seem to know how to respond to that, so he just doesn't. Continu to stare at you with his big, pie cut eyes.

Well... He sure as hell won't hurt me. And he's scared and confused... I can't leave him like that can I?

You slowly reach out to him with your hand. As expected, he take another step back, and another, until he's cornered by the sofa. At that he looks up to you with ink-tears at the border of his eyes out of fear and you feel your heart shatter.

"Hey- hey come on, I promise I won't hurt you... you spin your hands so that he can see you don't have anything in -or on- them. See? I don't have anything. And no ink either. I won't hurt you... please?"

It definitely takes longer than with Audrey (then again it's happening afterwards... and he got hurt.) but little by little, he take a step forwards. Then another. And then he hesitantly stretch his hand to touch yours. You smile at that and gently squeeze it.

"See? It doesn't hurt does it?"

He shake his head and show his trademark smile afterwards. The ink-tears are nowhere to be seen. He take another step forwards and then before you knows it he's reaching for your other hand.

You blink at that; you didn't expected him to make another move so quickly. But then you remember; he was really quick to forgive Audrey too, despite the fact that she hurt him.

He's desesperate for affection. you realized.

Now you're the one that risk to cry at any moment. But you shove them off and smiled again -it's starting to hurt but you don't care- and gently, oh so gently you take his other hand.

"There we go little guy." you say softly.

Bendy seemed content with the contact for a while (you're almost certain that you can hear him purr and ohmygod it's so CUTE!) before he starts to move again.

He's moving both of yours arms up, and down, and on the sides and- oh.

He's trying to dance. you realized.

Of course. He's called "The dancing demon" why wouldn't know how to? You laugh softly, earning his attention. You grin.

"May I have this danse, Bendy?"

Upon hearing those words, you can see Bendy beam and his pie cut eyes have stars in them. (it's SO GODDAMN CUTE-) He nod several times, clearly happy and starts to guide you in a dance that you never heard of -probably was popular in the 1930's giving Bendy's creation period- for several minutes.

You let him guide you for a while before he suddenly stops, a growling sound can be heard. He let go of your hand to hide his face in -you suppose- embarassment.

"You're hungry little guy? you say with a smile. It's okay, I can prepare you something-"

You stop. He just looked at you with so much hope in his eyes that it hurts to look at. Then you realize another thing.

Of course. Those bastards certainly didn't give him anything to eat. He's a toon, he probably doesn't need to survive... But. you look at him once more. He can feel hunger too. In the cartoons, they eat as well... and food in the studio is not easy to get when you're his size-

Oh god when was the last time he ate?

Now's not the time to get lost in your thoughts though. You stopped walking and Bendy is looking at you with concern. You shake your head and smile at him.

"I'm okay little guy. So! Up to the kitchen we go!" you say, trying to sound enthousiastic.

In there, you help Bendy sit on one of your chair -the poor thing was too little to actually reach it- and get to work. You tried to remember what he ate in the comics that were released after BATIM and you remembered that he snagged away an apple pie. But you don't have the ingredients... But then you remember that he ate some smashed potatoes in those same comics.

You can do that, you have potatoes. With some sausages too, good thing you went groceries shopping this morning. Decided, you start cooking.

"Here you go Bendy. Careful, it's hot." you say fifteen minutes later as you put the plate in front of the little devil darling.

You try not to chuckle at the obvious droll he show. He really is like a little kid -and eating like one too. You will have to clean after he's done- but for now you don't care.

He's eating like someone will come and snatch the plate out of his arms. you noticed with a pinch of sadness.

Gently, you put a hand on his shoulder. He immediatly tense and look at you with fear.

Oh god I'm going to cry before the end of the day. you think upon feeling tears again rising but you quickly blink to make them go away.

You smiled at him before putting your hand off.

"Don't eat so quickly buddy, you're going to be sick. No one's going to steal your plate okay?" you say instead.

The little toon looked at you with bewilderment before turning to his plate and resume eating- but slower this time. Another smile.

"There we go. You're doing great Bendy."

At the compliment he beams, and finish eating while you're struggling internally to not cry in front of him because of all the implication of such a reaction for a simple compliment-

He's done quickly though. So you're putting off the plate, fork and knife -with a round-end, you were careful about that- before thinking. Bendy never really had a treat since when he was pull from the cartoon world right? Then...

"Say Bendy, how does a desert sound?"

You expected the stars in his eyes but seeing them doesn't pull your heartstrings less. You smile.

"I have some fruits, some yogurt... Oh wait. I think I have something that you will enjoy."

You get to the kitchen quickly, put the dishes in the sink, then go to the fridge. Open it, and smile. You intended to eat it for dinner but there's someone else here that will surely please your unexpected guest.

You come back moments later with a slice of chocolate cake on a little plate and a spoon.

Of course, upon seeing that, you can see the stars in the little devil darling's eyes once again. They only grew bigger when you actually put the plate in front of him.

"Here you go buddy. Hope you'll like it."

You don't have time to finish your sentence that he's already eating it. You chuckle softly. You knew he was going to like it.

Once he's done, you put him off the chair.

"Alright little guy, I have to wash the dishes, then... we can do whatever you want. Sounds good?"

Bendy nodded, and put a thumb up. Another smile -you're really starting to feel a pain for smiling so much but you don't care- and you're back to the kitchen to wash said-dishes. Although... You notice that Bendy followed you here. You don't make a comment but it's clear that he doesn't want to be alone.

Once it's done, you're left wondering. You don't really have toys here, you live alone and don't have kids... So how are you going to entertain the little toon? Then you remember.

"Hey little guy, I have crayons and paper, wanna draw?"

Even though you expected the answer, you can't help but let a relieved breath upon seeing the toon litterally jumping out of joy. You go back to your bedroom -while making sure to leave the door open for the curious little dancing demon that follows you- and get to your desk where you know you leave your papers.

You were about to take the crayons -you do like to draw too from time to time; though you're not near half as good as some people of the Internet you saw- when you hear a soft falling sound. You quickly turn around to see Bendy, on your nightstand -he probably climbed to get on it- who accidentally push off your glass of water that you keep in case of nighttime thirst. As you have forgotten to refill it, it was thankfully empty -you don't want to know what would have happened to Bendy if there was still water in it...- but now the glass was broken.

And Bendy was- oh no.

Bendy was shaking from horns to shoes, looking at the glass then at you with ink-teared eyes. You gently put the sheet of paper on the desk and goes to him with worry.

"Hey- hey buddy... Are you okay? you try to reach for him but he nearly fall off by trying to step back. It's okay- I'm not mad..."

He keeps looking at you with teary eyes. Now's not the time to cry too. you remind yourself.

"I'm not mad Bendy. you repeat in a gentle tone. Accidents happens- it's okay. you smile and offer your hand again. I promise. Let me put you away from the shards though; you can be hurt. And we don't want that right? an hesitant nod. That's right; we don't want that." you repeat gently.

He takes your hand after some hesitation and before putting him on the ground you ponder if your reassurance was enough. He's still crying... You smile. After putting him on the ground again, you hug him.

It's... strange to say the least. He's made of ink but he's solid; and you're not stained either. It's just a bit cold to the touch, and smooth.

But you don't care. What's important here is to reassure Bendy that's you're not mad at him. Poor thing's been abused enough.

"It's okay... I'm not mad. I promise. It's okay..." you repeat over and over while passing your hand behind his head.

You keep doing that until you can feel him stop sobbing. You release him from the embrace and smile again.

"Do you feel better now? a timid nod. That's great. I'm going to clean that now alright? Please stay here, I'll be right back."

Another nod. You notice with a pinch in the heart that he's indeed, not following you this time. You take the broom and the dustpan (you have a sympathic thought towards Henry and a wondering one about how the fuck can you knock someone out with one for Sammy) and go back to your room. Bendy hadn't move and look away while you clean.

After putting all that in the trash, you come back to him.

"All done. Now then... he tense up and you try to not feel bad. we were going to draw weren't we?"

The little devil darling looks at you bewildered. Clearly he hadn't expected the activity to still be on your plan after that incident. You smile again.

"I told you, I'm not mad buddy. you take the sheet of papers and the crayons. So what are we drawing?" you say, giving him some of it and keeping some papers for yourself.

He beams at you and make a "shhhht" motion. You chuckle.

"Alright then, it's a secret."

You can't help but feel protective upon the little ink devil. You've played enough to know at least a bit of what he've been through, and you can't help but promise yourself that if you see Joey, Wilson or the Keepers in real life, there's going to be blood. Ink. Whatever; you're going to make them suffer.

Some hours pass by, and before you know it, it's dinner time. You gently put a hand on Bendy's shoulder.

"Hey little guy. It's time to eat."

He get the head up his drawing -what looks to be Boris- in shock. You chuckled.

"Yeah, we've been drawing for some hours. What do we say that we eat and then we show each other what we draw?"

You get another nod. You smile and take his hand to guide him back to the living room. Put him in the chair, set the table -for two this time- and prepare dinner. Some pastas will do tonight, you're sure your guest won't mind.

You eat in silence -Bendy is making effort to eat slowly; you give him praise for that and try not to cry upon seeing his amazed look- and finish by some yogurt -he did like it!- before you go to do the dishes. Afterwards you put the toon on the ground again, and you two are back in your bedroom, showing each other your drawings.

Yours aren't much; some sketches of Bendy. You were tempted to do Alice and Boris too, but you didn't want to make him confused avout how the hell you know about them. Bendy's are... a lot more. Sketches of his friends with him, even some of what you assume are Henry -a young man with a gentle smile and a pen- and Audrey -you recognize her immediatly-. However...

"Is that... Me?" you say a bit taken aback pointing at some drawings.

To your surprise, Bendy actually nodded. He then stretched the paper to you. But before you take it, he pouted and showed yours. You smile.

"A trade uh? a nod. Alright, seems fair. Here you go buddy." you say, giving him yours.

He beamed, and give his to you. Again, you smile. It really hurts at this point but you don't give two shits about it.

"Thank you Bendy. I really like it."

If possible, the dancing demon looked the happiest that you ever saw him, almost radiant. However, the moment is broken by him yawning. You look at the hour on your phone -that you got back from the living room-.

"Oh. It's quite late... you turn to Bendy. You should sleep."

A blink, then a questionning look. You can understand the unspoken question.

"Where? Well... I only have one bed, or there's the sofa but I don't think you like to be alone."

The toon tense and hesitantly nodded. You gently put a hand between his horns.

"It's okay. You're sleeping with me then. a chuckle. I hope you don't mind good ol' me."

He shook his head at that, and you smile.

"Alright then. Get yourself comfortable, I'm changing myself."

You go to the bathroom for that and try to be quick. Pyjamas, brushing teeths and it's all good. You come back less than a minut later to find Bendy sitting on the bed, his shoes taken off, but not under the sheets. You raise an eyebrow at that but don't comment.

Gently, you put him on the ground to take the sheets off, to then put Bendy under them, and get yourself under them too.

"Comfortable buddy?" you say, getting the comforter on you both.

A yawn answer you before a nod does. You chuckled and hug the little devil. He remind you of a plushie. If a plushie was a living breathing cartoon made of ink.

"Alright then, you say as you can see some "Z" above his head start forming. Goodnight Bendy."

You give him a kiss between his horns before shutting your nightstand's light off and falling asleep not so long after, with a smile on your face.

You didn't get to finish that game but you gain something so much better in return.

[arcplaysgames]

I’ve always heard bad things about Persona 4 but your liveblogging gave me an appreciation for it

I WANNA BE CLEAR

I ALSO HEARD A LOT OF BAD SHIT ABOUT P4G

like I don't know if any of you were in video game fandom alllll the way back when the original P4 came out, but P4 got a reputation for being "omg this game is so gay, it's for us, games can be gay now"

which was a very hopeful sentiment back in, what, 2009? this was the age before DADT was abolished, queer kids were begging for scraps, to have ANYTHING

and I think because P4 doesn't really commit to a lot of the queer shit in it, opinion among certain people turned really harshly on it as we came to expect more from out games. i was def one of those people and that became my common wisdom about Persona 4

now, revisiting it as an adult who lived through the 90s and grew up queer in the specific era of the 2000s, I have a softer view of it. I think it does more than we give it credit for. I also think it a product of its time and yet... manages to feel more modern?

its complicated. it's not as simple as "oh it started gay and then went No Homo" because that's... not really what happened.

where I come down on it is that it's not the greatest game ever but maybe deserves more respect for what it was actually trying to do and what it does commit to (which, imo, is Kanji being absolutely bisexual and the MC being given every opportunity to play the ENTIRE game gay)

however, it's not 2009 anymore and atlus now has fewer excuses to not actually commit. and while I swear I am keeping an open mind for P5R

the word from my corner of Pretentious Queer Gamer Space is that it's a step back from P4, and that Atlus got scared to do anything too daring

now, I don't know if that's true. a lot of these liveblogs is putting my money where my mouth is and finding out for myself. because if I just looked at a list of "all the times Persona 4 fails queer fans" it'd be pretty damning, but having actually played it myself, I know shit is more nuanced. so I'm gonna try to give P5R the same shake.

oh shit this got long

[kaile-hultner]

I really hope you get help. After reading your magazine "article" on the new Harry Potter game it is extremely clear how hateful you are. The sociopath traits that you display when weighing the value of your friendship is terrifying. I think your magazine and writing career would have more of a take off if you just wrote about games and left the political narrative out of it. Not a bad writer at all. You just need to grow up and stop playing the victim card.

Typically I don't even answer asks like this, and if I do I mainly take a tone of mockery or derision, as is appropriate when a stranger barges in to shout some unsolicited bullshit in my direction. But this ask? It's fascinating enough to devote some attention to this evening. So let's talk about it.

So that we're all on the same page, here's the article anon brings up, from September 2022. I'd recommend taking some time to read it, but you don't have to for our purposes.

"I really hope you get help." Starting off with the implication that I am mentally ill? A real power move. Establishes your own humanity while whittling my own down just a little bit. Thank you so much for your pity; I'll be sure to seek therapy just because you've said this.

Okay, that was a bit too derisive. Let's bring it back a little.

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"After reading your magazine 'article' on the new Harry Potter game it is extremely clear how hateful you are." Lmao let's start with the scare quotes around "article." Buddy, you know that "article" is just a basic non-colloquial descriptor for a post made on a website, right? If you had put scare quotes around "magazine" that would have made more sense. But anyway, this article makes it clear how hateful I am. I'm curious how that works, because I took great pains not to make purposefully inflammatory statements in the piece. The whole piece was essentially asking cis people to either have empathy for, and stand in solidarity with, their trans friends or be honest with themselves about why they prioritized their own comfort over those relationships.

If this qualifies somehow as "hate" then the only conclusion I can come to is that when it comes to cis allies, nothing is more important to them than their own feelings and comfort. If the mere suggestion not to buy a video game that funnels money into a transphobe's pockets goes too far, is "hateful," then what even is the point of having allies?

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"The sociopath traits that you display when weighing the value of your friendship is terrifying." This sentence rules. Like it unironically fucking whips. I've been laughing at it for an hour. I ask (in the piece) for people to value their friends over material comforts like buying a single video game, and Anon here has twisted that into "the sociopath traits that (I) display when weighing the value of (my) friendship." I am so interested to know which evaluative tool you used to determine my sociopathy. I am desperate to learn which sociopath traits I'm even displaying here. Like, are you talking about the section where I describe performative allyship and performative friendship? Are you talking about the piece overall? Please send me a follow-up with clarification and the test results from the psych eval you did on me. I am positively dying to hear back from you on this.

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"I think your magazine and writing career would have more of a take off if you just wrote about games and left the political narrative out of it." This makes a lot of assumptions about the reasons I write and what I view as "success" as a writer. But just to be clear, you were terrified of me and my apparent sociopathy just a sentence ago; why would you be giving me career advice? The priorities aren't prioritizing here.

At any rate, it might not be that big of a flex but I got two pieces in Bullet Points Monthly and four pieces in PC Gamer last year; that happened in great part because I generally don't leave the "political narrative" out of my writing. The editors I've worked with have worked with me because of my writing and not in spite of it. The work I do in No Escape is recognized because I am political. It's not for everyone, and if you don't like it, that's totally okay! But just to be very clear: being political has absolutely not hurt me so far, and based on how the year is going, I don't expect it to moving forward.

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"Not a bad writer at all." Aww thank you bestie <3

"You just need to grow up and stop playing the victim card." LMAO. There it is. Again I have to note how far we've de-escalated from you calling me a sociopath three sentences ago. But anyway, this is by far not the first time someone has crawled into my inbox to say some shit like this. There are some Big Assumptions you're making about the position I'm writing from, but ultimately what this response comes down to every time I get it is that you don't want to think about anything political. Certainly not when it comes to your presumably favorite series of children's books, definitely not when it comes to video games. It makes you uncomfortable that your comfort objects exist in a political context at all. And like, I'm sorry for you, but if anyone needs to grow up here, it's not me.

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At any rate: I can't wait to learn how I display terrifying sociopathic traits. That shit is genuinely so funny to me.

[diagonal-queen]

Hi!!! First of all enjoy your mandarin lmao and second how are you?? How's life going and all that? Also also I see you're an omori and obey me fan 👀 who are your faves from each I'm curious 🧐 and how far are you in obey me? Lmao that's so many questions sorry 😭 I feel so weird sending an ask off anon but hiii I rly need to interact more with people honestly 💀

(warning; long post mostly because i'm more horny about the demon bros than i thought i guess??)

lol thank you <3 i'm like. i don't know. i feel extremely apprehensive and scared even though nothing is happening. i almost always feel like that but i'm just...really *aware* of it now. so i wanted to talk to people to distract myself so hello!

and okay so for omori i really like hero. idk he's just a sweety and he's also got pyjamas and a frying pan like>???????? okay peak character design. love kel too he's an idiot. those two are the best imo

and for obey me, it's actually been a while since i played the game. i stopped playing for some reason around the time nightbringer released, but i was like...almost finished all the lessons at the time i think?

so here's the thing. there are things that i love about all the brothers, like i love the other characters too (simeon <3) but the brothers are like my FAVOURITE favourites. i really love mammon. if you asked me who my favourite was i would say him. and i know that's a basic answer because everyone loves him, but like i'm so obsessed with him he's one of my top comfort characters of all time. like i could go on for HOURS about how fucking much i love mammon he's the bestest boy in the world and i constantly used to replay card events where i got to cuddle and makeout with him because i'm cripplingly lonely lmao

close seconds would probably be asmo and levi, first of all for asmo, i'm just a slut for the flamboyant horny pink characters (see: mettaton, angel dust etc.) there's just somethin about them. and for levi he's literally a sexy socially anxious anime-loving gamer boy. who WOULDN'T wanna fuck that. and also lucifer, lucifer is great, he's just a giant powerful dilf. who wouldn't wanna fuck that. the twins? big baby and tiny baby? big pillow and tiny pillow? ouppy and kittys? sun and moon? yes. thats them. golden retriever + black cat combo ftw. and satan? well satan is just objectively boyfriend material. well-read, likes mystery media, dresses well, likes cats, be so real who WOULDN'T wanna fuck that.

anyways i'm so normal about the demon bros. definitely wouldn't give up everything to live with them in the devildom. no sir not me

don't feel bad asking questions i LOVE when people ask me questions it makes me feel cared about so keep em coming!! also i follow you now. get pranked hahah