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dem0batz · 3 months ago

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Active Writing Projects

This is a list of my current writing projects. Well, the ones I'm focusing my energy on anyway. On top of writing fanfic, I am also in the process of writing two original book series, so this list will include a mixture of both. All stories feature either afab-she/her!Reader or an Original Female Character.

Thanks for being here!

- Opal

⚠️🔞All of my works are intended for adult audiences. Minors do not interact🔞⚠️

Fanfic

OpaLADS au // [Love and Deepspace] series

LADS (Caleb, Zayne, Sylus, Rafayel, Xavier) x mc!Reader

Synopsis: A series of connected one-shots taking place in the Love and Deepspace setting. Most of the one-shots are inspired by card memories and follows alongside with the canonical in-game storyline (taking some creative liberties, of course).

Tags: Reverse Harem/Why-Choose, Taboo romance, smut

Read on Tumblr // Read on AO3

Human Hunter // [Blackkklansman] chaptered fic

hunter!Flip Zimmerman x captive!Reader

Synopsis: Going on a road trip to attend a Halloween festival with your roommates over Fall break seemed like a great idea. It was supposed to be a fun little reprieve before going back to school to finish out the semester. Little did you expect to be kidnapped, forced into a sick game of predator and prey, and kept as a mad mountain man's pet.

Tags: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat; serial killer au, dark romance, erotic horror, captor/captive, predator/prey, noncon smut, violence, body horror, death

Read on AO3

Rainbow in the Dark // [Stranger Things] chaptered fic

Eddie Munson x new girl!Reader

Synopsis: New to Hawkins, Indiana, you join Hawkins High during junior year where you meet Eddie Munson. He takes you under his wing and ensures that your fate in the small town won’t be a lonely and miserable one. During this time, the two of you develop feelings for one another and go through the typical trials of teenage love, including school drama and parents. Not to mention, the nasty little secrets lurking beneath the community. Will your new relationship make it through the treacherous waters of young love, murder scandals, and a cursed town?

Tags: season 4 Fix-it, canon-adjacent, high school romance, smut, canon-typical horror and violence

Read on Tumblr // Read on AO3

Original Book Projects

Demon Spawn duet

Demon Girl

Demon FMC x Human MMC

Synopsis: The last child in line for Hell's throne, Thorne gives up her fiery inheritance in pursuit of carving her own path in the universe. Posing as a student at an ivy league university she is able to hunt for souls and grow her own power. Greyson is the Alternate Captain of the school's hockey team and heir to a multi-billion dollar tech company. It seems as though he has it all, but it's all a facade to cover the truth of his upbringing into high society. One fateful night, the two meet under dark club lights and seem to be thrust back toward one another over and over again.

Tags: Paranormal Romance (demon), Dark Urban Fantasy, Hockey Romance if you squint, Black Cat gf and Golden Retriever bf, Soul Pact, Smut; Sexual Switching, Mistress/Guard Dog

#Demon Spawn WIP for updates

Demon Heirs

Demon Triplets MMCs x Witch FMC

Synopsis: Atom was the original son, the first born of Lucifer's dozens of spawn-- one who was prophesied to be powerful enough to overthrow his father. The devil charged a witch with removing his heir's power. The best she could do was to split the power source into three, giving Hell's king three identical sons in return with their power weakened just enough to keep them under his thumb. With the death of her father, Moira Ambrose inherits the family's multi-billion dollar tech company, a role she had been raised for her entire life. She was no stranger to the paranormal, having been haunted since childhood by the visage of a drowned woman. What she never expected to discover was that her father had sold her to a Demonic trio in exchange for the success of his company and that she has powers of her own beyond all of their expectations.

Tags: Reverse Harem/Why-Choose, Paranormal Romance (demons x witch), Dark Urban Fantasy, Office Romance (if you squint), Magic and Lore, Soul Pact, Fated Mates, Smut; FMMM

#Demon Spawn WIP for updates

Rock Band Brothers triology

Series Tags: Reverse Harem/Why-Choose, Taboo romance (3 Brothers x FMC), Smutty but the romantic relationship dynamics are Slowburn (over the course of three books), Angst, Drama, Substance Abuse and Addiction, Mental Health struggles, Death, Grief

Book I

Drummer MMC (brother #2) x Cute Nerdy MMC x Bassist MMC (brother #3)

Synopsis: Astra comes tumbling into Matt's life like a little explosive ball of sunshine, a counter to his usual dark broodiness. Daughter of an astronomy professor, Astra grew up with a love for the cosmos that she passed onto Matt. He came from a family of musicians and opened her up to the world of music. The two had been inseparable since elementary school, but things changed during middle school with the introduction of Matt's middle brother, Benji, growing the duo into a trio. To Matt's dismay, his childhood crush on Astra comes crumbling down when she begins to date his brother. Meanwhile, the boys are trying to kick off a rock band with their eldest brother, Kai. With both boys being in love with the same girl, will they be able to put their problems aside for the good of the band? And will Astra be able to navigate the complicated feelings she is developing for all three brothers without losing herself in the process?

Tags: High School setting, Angst, Drama, Underage Substance Abuse, Smut; FMM, Death, Grief, Toxic Relationships

#Rock Band Bros WIP for updates // read on AO3

#opalite writing #opalite originals #opals rock band wip #demon spawn wip #demon girl wip #demon heirs wip #rock band bros wip

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year ago

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Good afternoon ghesties!

After a much-appreciated break over the holidays I am proud to have ready for you all to enjoy for the next installment of, The Hell Torn Heart featuring Secondo and @ashley-ghuleh OC Marcus!

Thank you so much for letting me bring Marcus to life! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 3: Coming Home

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Marcus couldn't remember much about the trip. Nothing but a blur of countryside and endless winding roads as the tour bus took them deep into the middle of nowhere. It surprised him at first that the Abbey, which hosted a world-renowned metal band, would be nestled deep into the Italian countryside. Not set in the middle of a posh, affluent city—surrounded by decadence and opulent affairs.

No that would be too obvious, he thought to himself. It seemed that, by all account, things needed a bit more privacy and discretion than that. Knowing now that the band consisted of Hell spawn such as himself, it was probably for the best that they weren’t as easy to find as an Aldi or an Edeka. That a remote location would afford them the ability to thrive away from prying, righteous eyes.��

It was hours and hours later when Marcus, lost in his own thoughts, realized that they had reached an iron entry gate. Ominous and tall as they loomed over them. It looked as if it were centuries old. Laden with rust and crawling with ivy throughout the frame.

“Ah…finally home... uh!” Copia sighed before jolting upwards. Thrilled to be home, but less so by the rough and bumpy ride along the gravel drive leading to the front of the Abbey. Marcus stared out of the window, his eyes glazed over in astonishment and his heart pounding away. Barely able to contain the impulses of his anxiety.

“Ist das echt? Sehe ich das wirklich?” he asked, his glamour glitching out on him as he scattered about in the cabin. Taking in the surroundings as they pulled up to the front door.

“It is Marcus, we’re finally here.” Aether smiled, Cumulus letting out a yawn as she stretched alongside him on the sofa. Tail swaying happily beside her, having realized they arrived at home.

It was otherworldly and haunting. The grounds, the foliage, the building. All of it as if it were ripped from the elaborate images inside his dream. Marcus rubbed his eyes, smudging the eyeliner along his waterline as he tried to make sure he was really awake.

“It's—It's uncanny.” he muttered under his breath, Aether standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“What is?” the ghoul asked him as the others began gathering up a few of the bags from the overhead bins.

“I—I have seen this before. This place. In my dreams.” Marcus confessed, his eyes never leaving the window. Fixated on the Abbey, just as grand and foreboding as it was in his subconscious.

“Then it should be clear to you that you are meant to be here with us piccolo, now let’s get off this glorified Sardine can.” Copia laughed as they all started making their way off the bus.

As they funneled into the front door. The activity inside was in full swing, the siblings and ghouls alike going about their business. Though he was immediately in awe of it, Marcus felt too good to be true. Before now it would have been unfathomable to have ghouls and humans coexisting without the guise of glamours. At the Ministry however this was normalcy—expected.

No one batted an eye at his glamour. No matter how much it had begun to fade in and out as they walked. A few of the Abbey inhabitants even stopped to welcome Copia and the ghouls back home. Happily smiling away at Marcus without a second thought as they made their way down the main hall.

Maybe here he would find the solace he so desperately sought throughout his whole life. As travel down the hall, a trek that felt endless, Marcus’s eyes took it all in. The walls were lined in rows of cathedral style-stained glass and paintings, consisting of all manner of Hellish imagery. Their scenes hung carefully between the doors—doors that led to unknown rooms of which Marcus already longed to see. He was especially impressed by the grand staircase, flanked by a statue of Lucifer and Lilith, leading to the Papal offices and the even more decadent—Papal suites.

As he marveled away at the beautiful architecture and impressive adornments, they reached their destination. A large pair of oak doors facing them as Copia knocked away. Though Marcus had no idea, it was this moment where things for him would take a permanent turn. Beginning with the sound of a stern sounding feminine voice, calling from inside.

“Come in.” she said. Cardinal Copia, gently opening up the door to a massive office. A woman of later years sat, prim and proper in a large red baroque-style chair. Her hair pulled back tightly into a bun and her desk surrounded by parchment filled shelves and antique tapestries. Perking up her eyebrow at them as they approached her desk.

“Good afternoon, Sister.” Copia began, the woman acknowledging him with a nod. “I apologize we did not tell you sooner that we would be arriving today, but as you can see, we had some unexpected business to attend to.” the Cardinal finished, motioning to Marcus as he stood still in the doorway.

“That I see, a ghoul, is he? Wait no… a spawn of Cerberus. My… it has been quite some time since the Ministry has hosted a Hellhound.”

“Only half.” Marcus interjected; the words just noticeable as Imperator continued on.

“What is your name child?” She asked, lifting up the glasses that had slipped down her nose.

“Marcus, Marcus Kohle.” he responded, trying to puff up his chest and control his shifting glamour, which seemed to be getting harder to maintain since he had arrived.

“Well Marcus, welcome to the Ministry. I am Sister Imperator—I am the Abbess here. You will do well to follow my orders. Is that understood?” she inquired. Marcus was already both impressed and annoyed by her. The woman was clearly in charge for a reason, and it seemed better that he heed her warning then oppose it—at least for now.

“Understood Sister.” he agreed. The Sister stood up from her desk and walked over to the filing cabinet that sat just to the right of her closet door. Grabbing an black envelope from inside, embossed with a golden Grucifix on its front, and handing it over to Marcus.

“Inside this you will have some introductory information we provide to all the Hell spawn inhabitants. Though you have arrived somewhat unconventional from most, I feel this will still be of some help. Also, Aether, see to it that Mr. Kohle gets acquainted with everyone. I would like it if you can spend the rest of the day showing him around. Help him to familiarize himself with his new home.

Home…I’m home, Marcus thought. Elated to hear the Sister refer to the Abbey as such. Finally, a place where he might find himself. Find out who he was meant to be.

“Not a problem… hey maybe someday you’ll even get to be in the band.” Aether said, nudging Marcus at his side. The two, taking a moment to chuckle to themselves as Copia and Sister Imperator finished up their ministrations. Aether, excited to take him for the tour of the Abbey.

As they began to leave Imperator’s office, Aether could sense Marcus felt uneasy. He was still trying to get accustomed to it all. Having spent his whole life hiding behind his glamour, it felt weird to be in a place where it wasn’t necessary. A place where his true self could be revealed without prejudice.

“What’s wrong Marcus?”

“It’s just…” Marcus began, his glamour shifting in and out. Aether figured it out, pressing his lips into a soft, understanding smile.

“It’s alright. You can keep the glamour on as long as you need man. No judgment here. I promise.” The ghoul assured him, a sentiment that seemed to allow Marcus to carry on.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of Aether telling Marcus everything he knew about the Ministry and the ways of the Abbey. It surprised Marcus to learn that Aether was new too, well relatively. Aether explained about the Papas, serving as the dark representatives on Earth for Lucifer himself and how it was the duty of all Hell spawn within the Ministry to be in their service. That more often than not the ghouls were summoned directly by the Papas themselves.

He learned about the siblings and their roles too. They were also subordinates of the Papas and the Ministry, but unlike the ghouls they arrived at the Abbey of their own accord. Choosing a life of sin, to give their lives over in service of Satan. It was then that Marcus's initial optimistic view of his new “home” began to wane. Wondering to himself the ghouls were more slaves than companions. Aether quickly dispelled the idea, letting Marcus know that they are sent by Lucifer himself to serve and that the ghouls take to the task willingly.

Aether had shown him all the essential spots: the chapel, the grand hall, the refectory, and the Clergy offices. Explaining to Marcus that the ghouls and other infernals as well as the siblings were only allowed inside the offices if requested by the Clergy themselves. All of the explanations and endless coordinators overwhelmed Marcus. Aether must have sensed it when he stopped mid-sentence to inquire how his new friend was feeling.

“And then at the end of the hall here is the—hey you doing ok there?” he asked. Marcus nodded in response, unsure of how to explain. It started to feel like too much and too quick, he felt like it was hard to breathe. To his relief, Aether decided now was as good a time as any to take a bit of reprieve.

Aether had introduced him to a number of siblings and other ghouls while they took a moment to feel the fresh air on their skin Relaxing on the bench outside in the courtyard while Marcus could catch his metaphorical breath. He could tell Aether was trying to help but being with the others only made Marcus more anxious. Worsened when he overheard one of them call him, catulus. A term of endearment for puppy. Placed on him by the Ghost crew while on the bus, somehow didn’t sit right coming people he hardly knew.

It was clear to Marcus, though completely untrue, that he wasn’t human enough for the humans and wasn’t feral enough for the ghouls. A precarious position to be in, Marcus thought. Worried that while he had been promised “home”, once again he felt as though he might not fit in. Beginning to wonder if he ever would. The feeling only made worse when Aether showed him how to reach both the sibling’s quarters and the ghoul’s den.

“...and up here is the ghoul’s den and to the left is the sibling’s quarters. You can decide for yourself which best fits you. Though the ghouls and I would love to have you retain residence in the den. We are a pretty crazy group, but also the best bunch of people you’ll ever know.” Aether smiled.

“I suppose that will be fine.” Marcus told him, deciding it best to stick with the familiarity of Aether and Cumulus, instead of trying to find new friends right away within the siblings.

“Well alright then, let's get to the real fun. You haven’t seen the lower level yet.” Aether smirked, a sly, mischievous grin.

“What’s down there?”

“Well, the dungeons—you know torture chambers and the summoning room.” he explained as they made their way to the set of stone steps that coiled into the lower level of the Abbey. The walls, unlike the extravagant ones above in the main hall, covered in moss and vine. The moist scent of decay and of smoke thick in their nostrils. While the little hairs on Marcus’s skin stood on edge as they descended the stairs.

“Ah, man that's ripe.” Marcus groaned, covering his sensitive nose.

“You’ll get used to it.” Aether laughed as they reached the torture chambers. They were mostly empty, only the residual of broken chains and the hint of an insidious history were left in them. Marcus was confused. It seemed that a Satanic Abbey would be littered in tortured souls to speak of.

“So do these not get used or what's the story here?” he asked.

“Well in his hay day Papa Primo used to frequent the torture chambers, only to terrorize those who deserved it mind you. That was long before my time here though and I hear it has been some time since he has been in them—and since they’ve been used in general.” Aether explained before attempting to continue on.

“What does Papa Primo do now?” Marcus inquired, genuinely curious as to what such a supposed evil, sadistic man who took pleasure in the torture of others did since he had abandoned these stomping grounds.

“Oh Primo, he is the sole Papa in charge of the Gardens. I will take you out there tomorrow when there's more light.” Aether explained, Marcus’s eyes widening in disbelief. Amazing that someone could pivot so vastly from torture to tulips. It was utterly amusing to the both of them as Aether and him laughed at the irony.

The last stop on the tour was the summoning room. For Marcus, this would be the most interesting part. Curious, from the moment he heard of it, to see a summoning in action. Aether was more than delighted to let him know that at that very moment one was in process.

The doors were closed as Marcus and Aether approached. The sounds of snapping and snarling coming from behind them. Red light pouring out over the threshold and into the passageway. Marcus could feel the blood racing through his veins, his pupils dilating as the doors opened—revealing the room to him.

The floor was covered in glistening obsidian. A pentagram carved into the stone, its shape emanating in a bright red light. The room was circular, unlike any other Marcus had been allowed to see. Flickering torches along the walls, walls lined with hooded figures that Marcus could discern were other ghouls from their scent.

At its center stood a man. Powerful and statuesque. Wearing robes of black and emerald, green as he chanted something in Latin. Smoke swirling around him and settling along the ground. The knife in his right hand, covered in blood, blood that spilled from the self-inflicted wound on his left. His face, painted as a skull—dark and mysterious like he was taunting death itself.

“Who is that?” he whispered to Aether. Marcus, feeling enthralled as he watched the ritual unfold before him. The feral ghoul, rising from the settled smoke that flooded the ground, bowing at the feet of the stoic man before him.

“That is the second Emeritus son, Papa Secondo.”

After the dinner, Marcus was left on his own. Copia and the band ghouls called back to Sister Imperator to discuss the next tour. His mind, still flooded with images of the summoning. Of that enigmatic man, calling to the bowels of Hell for the ghouls to rise. Their loyalty, given over to him without question.

The very sight of him had Marcus’s blood pumping, his breathing quickening, noted by the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It wasn’t often that his head was turned, but something about this Papa called to him. As he continued walking, his mind torn between his unease of fitting in, and his lustful thoughts, he heard sounds echoing within the corridor. Their origin, seemingly from beyond the impending corner.

Marcus slowly approached, peering around to find the Papa he had seen before. The one that had him practically drooling, now leaned against the wall. His chasuble flipped up and over shoulder and his arm, outstretched out and down upon the head of one of the sisters of sin. A sister who had her mouth around his pious cock. The Papa, gagging her as he forced her head down along his shaft.

Marcus could hardly believe what he was seeing—and hearing. The sister slurping away as he grunted and groaned, face fucking her hard and fast. Marcus had remembered reading in Sister Imperator’s pamphlet that sins were encouraged openly here. Lust, in particular, highly celebrated as long as all those involved were of age and had given enthusiastic consent.

Still, seeing the Papa in that moment, unabashed at his actions, in full view of anyone who might pass with this sister going down on him really sent the message home. It was certainly unexpected, Marcus standing here in silence a moment as his brain caught up with his eyes. Frozen as he watched, in both delight and jealousy, the sister with a mouthful of the clergyman. Swallowing back his endowment however, in Marcus’s humble opinion, with lackluster technique.

Marcus shook it off the initial shock of it. Deciding to, in true to himself form, make a flippant, wide crack before making his way back to the den. “That's what she calls giving head? Seems to me like you're wasting a good dick on some bad oral." he snarked, his hands held around his mouth to heighten the sound of his voice. Directing it down the hall at them before he quickly scampered away.

When Marcus reached the room Aether had set up, he quickly shut and locked the door behind him. With his mind still on Papa Secondo, Marcus ran his hand through his blue hair and down over his neck. Feeling the heat of the moment rising up inside him. His fingers, traveling down over his black tank top, over his chest and belly, before hovering just above the obvious swell in his jeans.

He made quick work of his buttons and zipper. Grateful to free his own cock from the confines of his pants. Leaking and throbbing with what he had just seen. Marcus took hold of himself, gently running his thumb over his swollen head. Gathering up some of his precum to lubricate his glide as he fucked upward into his hand.

He had completely lost himself in desire. Clouded in thoughts of Secondo's cock—The looks of it, the taste of it, the feel of it. Pressing his fingers along the underneath of his shaft as he bucked up into his fist. Stroking firm and fast over and over, until he had become slack-jawed and whiny. Coming hard and spilling over his fist.

When it was over Marcus was filled with both relief and regret. How could he have allowed himself to lose control so easily in his lust. Lust for a man he hadn’t really even met. In a place he wasn’t sure was all it was promised to be. He was determined to talk it over with Copia in the morning. Hoping that the kind-hearted man who had reminded him so much of his mother would be able to give him the answers he needed.

The office was warm and inviting. Unlike Sister Imperator’s, Marcus felt quite at home waiting for Copia the next morning on the sofa just beside his desk. Listening to the crackling fire in the fireplace and the scent of ink filling his senses. The room filled to the brim with books and tomes. Loads of art hung proudly on the walls—it was clear Copia was a man of academia and refinement.

“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” Copia asked as he managed to sneak in unnoticed by Marcus.

“No Cardinal, not long at all.”

“Good, good. Tell me piccolo…what is it you wanted to see me about?” he asked him, taking a seat beside Marcus on the sofa. Copia’s eyes were filled with concern and compassion. It was clear to Marcus that he had already become somewhat of a parental figure, a guide to him—a Virgil to his Dante.

“I know that this is not like the rest of the world. Here we are open about our infernal roots, our true selves. Our worship of Lucifer… but I have to say even with all that Cardinal… I still find myself feeling out of place. Like maybe I don’t fit in here as much as you all thought I would. As much as I hoped I would.” Marcus confessed.

“Marcus… do this for me, si?” Copia began, placing a hand atop his shoulder.

“What?”

“Lose the smoke and mirrors, be who you are here. I know that Aether told you the glamour was fine, but I think it will help you to show your true self more. Live in your own skin.” Copia explained. Marcus did as asked, his ashen gray skin revealed as the facade slipped away. The markings on his tail, matching the tattoos on his arms. A tail that began whipping around nervously as his eyes turned to glow a deep blue hue.

“Ah, there you are piccolo.” Copia smiled, giving Marcus a hug. The warmth from his embrace, helping Marcus to relax in his form. Copia slowly pulled back, crossing one leg over the other as he poured a glass of brandy from the side table bar. Handing it over to Marcus before pouring himself one.

“Thank you.” Marcus told him, taking a small sip of the thick brown liquid. The warmth from the alcohol, heating him a bit in his cheeks.

“Don’t mention it piccolo… but listen, I had a feeling that there may be some struggles on the horizon for you and so I have taken the liberty of trying to find a solution.” Copia explained, taking a swig of the contents of his glass.

“Oh?” Marcus asked, more than a little curious of what to expect next.

“You see, here we have some very special people here. Ones who have knowledge far beyond myself when it comes to your kind and well I figured it might help for them to be involved in your feeling more at home.”

“Who? Aether has already been so—” Marcus began, Copia stopping him with the gesturing of his hand as he swallowed back the brandy.

“Of course, of course. Aether is great, but piccolo. You need someone far more experienced than that. Someone who knows not only infernal culture, but who can help guide you on your path of self discovery. I think you—-” Copia explained before a knock at the door stopped him. “Oh that is probably him now. Come in!”

Marcus was immediately on edge as the door came open. Dying to know just who Copia had held such confidence in. Then with the appearance of a large grucifix ferula, Marcus would get his answer. From outside in the hall came Secondo Emeritus.

He did his best to hide his nerves. Thanking Lucifer that he had only made an ass of himself to Secondo while in his glamour and not in his own skin. Secondo stepped into the office. His miter held proudly on his head and his stride, that of royalty as he went to take a seat adjacent to them in the office.

“Papa, thank you for coming.” Copia began, fumbling his words a bit in Secondo’s presence. Clearly, he too was taken back by the sheer power and majesty the Papa possessed.

“Of course, Cardinal. Is this?” he began before Copia nervously cut in.

“Si, this is Marcus. He is a new half Hellhound recruit that Aether found while in Germany. Seems he’s been a bit lost finding his place and well I figured if anyone could help it would be—”

“Ah, so the catulus needs a guide, eh?” Secondo smirked. All the color, draining from Marcus’s face as he realized Secondo knew EXACTLY who he was.

“Uh…” Copia began.

“I don’t know, Cardinal. I may not be of use as you see Marcus seemed not to be too lost last evening when he had some rather… constructive words of advice for me and Sister Beatrice.”

“I—” Marcus began gulping while his face turned a brilliant shade of red. Practically feeling the steam leaving his ears. The poor Cardinal left completely confused by the whole situation.

“Seems the two of you have already met?” Copia asked. A bit of nervous laughter, leaving him as Secondo continued to stare directly at Marcus. His wickedly handsome face, filled with the satisfaction of what he was about to say.

“That we have. You were right to reach out to me Cardinal. Seems our puppy has much to learn.”

Notes:

Aldi/Edeka- Popular retail stores in Germany

Ist das echt? Sehe ich das wirklich?- Is this real? Am I really seeing this?

Catulus- puppy

#Thank you so much for letting me write for you ghestie!#Secondo x oc #Secondo x hellhound oc #secondo x brother of sin #Secondo x male OC #Secondo #papa ii #papa emeritus ii #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #commission fic

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sneakingsybilus · 4 months ago

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Monday Night Raw "Live" Netflix Reactions

BUFFALO NEW YORK!!!!!

Elimination Chamber Flashback

Oh yea Jade Cargill returned

Also The Randy Orton return

AND the John Cena heel turn

RHEA RIPLEY!!!!

Bianca Belair’s also there for the show

CM PUNK!!!! LOOK IN MY EYESSSS WHAT DO YOU SEE???? THE CULT OF PERSONALITY

oh he's pissed

"Listen up Dwayne, you bald fraud" – CM Punk

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SETH FREAKING ROLLINS APPEARS

CM PUNK WASTES NO TIME

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

Adam Pierce coming in to separate them

" AND ANOTHER MEMBER MUSTACHE SECURITY DOWN! LONG-HAIR SECURITY DOWN!" – Pat Mcafee

THEY FOUGHT IN THE CROWD

judgement day promo

New member mention again again again

ALPHA ACADEMY!!!!!

AN OTIS V GUNTHER??!?!

GUNTHER!!! THE RING GENERAL!!!

Gunther's really just doing side quests till Wrestlemania

"So before I embarrass you right now, big boy" - Gunther

"I mean first I know you’re strong, strong as an ox actually. And some may call you a freak of nature but to me you’re just a freak" - Gunther

"For one moment full honesty, have you looked yourself in the mirror this morning? Well because I did. And what I saw was me wearing the World Heavyweight Championship as a belt while you can’t find a belt that fits" - Gunther

GUNTHER CHEAPSHOTTED OTIS

GUNTHER SLAMMED ON THE FLOOR

"Gunther’s thinking in German ‘I gave this guy no respect’" "I think He's thinking in German and not English "I think that's how that works. I might be wrong" - Pat Mcafee and Michael Cole

GUNTHER WIN!!!

GUNTHER POWERBOMBED TOZAWA ON TO OTIS

DAY ONE ISH UCE JEY USO FOR THE SAVE

A-TOWN DOWN UNDER JUMPED JEY USO

nvm they're weak

GUNTHER COMES FROM BEHIND, CHOKING JEY

Oh they made a Raw Recap podcast

AJ STYLES!!!!

Karrion Kross spawns in

AN AJ STYLES V LOGAN PAUL NEXT WEEK!!

Lyra Valkyria V Ivy Niles

INSTANT DROP KICK FROM LYRA

Ivy Nile just bring a beating to Lyra's left leg

THAT MATCH WAS SO GOOD

LYRA VALKRIA WIN!!!!

SETH ROLLINS PROMO

THEY CROSSED PATHS BACKSTAGE

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN

FEIN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Adam Pierce Seth Rollins promo

A CM PUNK V SETH ROLLINS STEEL CAGE MATCH NEXT WEEK?!?!

LUDWIG KAISER!!!! OoOoOoOo he's so cunty

"Especially after last week, I’m standing here demanding all your gratitude for Ludwig Kaiser" – Ludwig Kaiser

“…I took back what originally always was mine anyway. I took back the attention. The attention that Penta has had for the last couple of weeks and the attention that I’ve been deserving for such a long, long time.” – Ludwig Kaiser

Whys his ass sound like the godfather?

"After Ludwig Kaiser’s done with you, you will know exactly what fear feels like" – Ludwig Kaiser

PENTA!!!! CERO MIEDO!!!!

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

rip Ludwig Kaiser at least you served cunt

BIANCA BELAIR

FINALLY WE GET TO SEE CHAD GABLES QUEST FOOTAGE

minecraft ass sounding footsteps

CHAD GABLES GONNA BE A LUCHADOR?

Or not idk he just paid $500 for a box

War Raiders V Creed Brothers

"Chad Gable traveled a long way to get hustled but hopefully there’s something in there that can help him become a better human. That’s what we’re all wishing for " – Pat McAfee

"Maybe it was a VCR" "Been there brother" - Michael Cole and Pat McAfee

"It's Ivar's birthday and I asked him what he wants, and he said he wanted to eat the Creed Brothers alive tonight" – Michael Cole

"We all understand that I love America, Okay?” "Oh yea. Very apparent over the last 48 hours. Headlines and TMZ…People calling for your head” "People saying I should be fired. I love America. Sue me" – Pat McAfee and Michael Cole

IVAR WAS DROPPED KICKED OUT OF THE RING

"CHEEKS TO CHEST FROM THE WAR RAIDERS” – Pat McAfee

GOD that shooting Star was impressive

WAR RAIDERS WIN!!!!

The Creed Brother put up such a good fight tho

SAMI ZAYN AND KEVIN OWENS UNSANCTIONED MATCH FLASHBACK

Oh yea Kevin Owens basically killed Sami Zayn after the match till Randy Orton came in for the save to beat KO ass

Oh shit Samis out indefinitely

LWO revenge promo against New Day

OH REY MYSTERIOS BACK

DRAGON LEE AND REY MYSTERIO V NEW DAY TORNADO TAG MATCH NEXT WEEK

Oh a Fin Balor and Bron Breakker Promo

IT WAS A SET UP

Breaker destroyed it easily

Oh Fin Balors gonna die

Nvm he got pulled out

"I have no idea why anybody would want to stay in Bron Breakkers way, but that the judgement day, so you know what they say" - Pat McAfee

FINALLY AFTER 3 TEASERS THROUGHT OUT THIS SHOW, THE JOHN CENA HEEL TURN FLASHBACK

FEIN AGAIN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GRAYSON WALLER V JEY USO NEXT WEEK

JEY USO YEET YEET YEET

"You can tell that is a man without fear, walking into the Buffalo winter without a shirt on" - Cathy Kelley

BIANCA BELAIR ENTERS

Rhea Ripley V Iyo Sky

Rhea Ripley so cunty

"Holy Shit Look at that. You ever want to fight that?" "Not at all" – Pat McAfee and Michael Cole

RHEA RIPLEY SHOVED BIANCA BELAIR AND BIANCA HITS HER

IYO SKY WINS!!!!! SHES GOING TO WRESTLEMANIA!!!!!!

#monday night raw #wwe raw #raw on netflix #wwe #sybilus yapping session #i “definitely” dont have favorites

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cleoselene · 1 year ago

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nine favorite albums in no particular order,

tagged by @an-ivy-covered-summer (thank you I love to ramble about music)

Portishead - Dummy - This is probably my favorite album of all time? It's perfect to me. It makes me feel so good, physically and mentally. It's the quintessential 90s album, the definitive trip-hop album, and always makes the list of "25 Albums You Should Own On Vinyl" for a reason. It's immaculate and it spawned a slew of imitators who never ever got close to this kind of quality. I think people also don't appreciate hop much trip-hop/downtempo has influenced today's pop music. SZA's latest album especially felt super trip-hoppy, so did elements of Midnights.

Massive Attack - Mezzanine - if there's one other trip-hop album you should pick up, it's this one. This album benefits greatly from Elizabeth Fraser of Cocteau Twins' ethereal vocals. Every song on this is amazing. When I was playing this album for a friend about a decade younger, he said "oh this is the album with the music from all the movies." lol. Indeed It's been licensed to hell for a reason!

Tori Amos - Scarlet's Walk - Okay I set a rule for myself that each artist would only get one album in this list to avoid putting up nine Tori Amos albums, but Scarlet is my favorite. This road trip across America immediately after 9/11 is one of the first albums to... if not criticize the US response to 9/11, because it was really too early for that, but to be very, very wary of what the response would be. It's an album that expresses sympathy for a wounded nation, while also acknowledging the nation's sins. I think this is one of a few Tori albums that was too high concept for the mainstream audience, but Tori has never been for the mainstream audience, anyway.

Taylor Swift - evermore - Of all the Taylor Swift albums, it was reputation that brought me to the dance and Red that made me fall madly in love. But evermore is her best work. It's perfecting upon the formula she came up with in folklore. Which, don't get me wrong, I love folklore, but with Taylor's obsession with being "sonically cohesive" it's kind of a bummer of an album? I appreciate how the vibes of evermore are more varied. Also, "ivy" is the most beautiful song she's ever written.

Green Day - American Idiot - This album doesn't need much description, it's so well-known, but nothing really compares to how hard this album hit during the height of Bush Era Hell. As a 26 year old when this came out, it felt like my generation was getting our mainstream protest music, finally.

Paul Simon - Graceland - This album won the Grammy for Album of the Year for a reason: it's soooo good. I know there's a lot of drama/controversy surrounding it, but I always felt Paul approached his love of African music from a genuine place. It's such a good midlife crisis album, I understand it now more that I am in midlife than I did when I discovered it at age 12. And the bass line for "You Can Call Me Al" is fucking legendary, isn't it? PS - Paul Simon is the greatest songwriter of all time.

VNV Nation - Automatic - Why was it so hard to pick a VNV Nation album? I really kind of wanted to put last year's Electric Sun in the mix, but I need to let that sit with me before I add it to a list like this. This is the album that brought me to the dance: "Gratitude" is an all-time fave VNV song of hopefulness. "Control" is the dance club banger to end all dance club bangers. I loooooooove this band. I wish there were more futurepop bands out there, tbh, it's SUCH an excellent genre.

Lana del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell! - This is Lana's best. It's not really even close. This is one of the best albums of the 21st century. The way "The greatest" so perfectly encapsulates the Trump-era nihilism... I DO want shit to feel the way just like it used to. Kanye West IS blond and gone. We DIDN'T know that we had it all. :( The ache of nostalgia in our current very painful times hits perfectly on this record (WHYYYY don't I own it on vinyl yet??)

Puscifer - Existential Reckoning - So hard for me to pick a Maynard project and not pick TOOL, but Puscifer has become my favorite of his three bands. Existential Reckoning is similar to NFR! in that it captures the political moment. Maynard has never seemed particularly political in his music until this record, which is pretty interesting. ER seems to be advocating for a return to rationality over ideology, of moderation over extremism, of science over faith. It takes a very humanist approach to looking at life in 2020. "Apocalyptica" is probably the craziest song because it sounds like it was written about COVID, but it was not, in fact was written just a few months earlier. "Bedlamite" is the coda to the album that promises hope: It's gonna be all right. When they did this album Live at Arcosanti and sang this song while the sun rose behind them, four days before the 2020 election and Maynard crooned that it would be all right, I looked at my roommate, and I said, "it really is, isn't it?" And we both got kind of overwhelmed. And then a few days later, it was. Trump lost.

I went into way detail >_> told you I like rambling about music

tagging: @swiftzeldas @emmaswanned @brightnshinythings @mariacallous @ouijawaydidhego

#meme

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hang-on-lil-tomato · 13 days ago

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Why are the breeders so hellbent on every one excreting hell spawn?!? I had STRANGERS tell me “you’ll change” thru my 30s!!! Even in my 50s!!! I hear stories about kids killing their parents and family members.

I know two families with two severely autistic kids each. Both families expected “perfect” kids, Montessori school and onto the ivy league. Nope! Dependents for life. my mother had a severely down syndrome child who had to become a ward of the state, two miscarriages, and a child who died at one. so FUCK OFF telling strangers they’ll want kids.

You have no idea what you’re talking about!

i dont want kids. "well you might change your mind!" no i wont. "well you could help infertile parents and do surrogacy" pregnancy is a part of why i dont want kids. i dont want that. "then do adoption" still dont want kids. "but what about your partner" im aromantic. "but if you had a partner" im aroace. "you might still change your mind" no i wont. "you might meet that one person who'll change your mind. trust me" I! AM! AROMANTIC! AND! ASEXUAL!

"how can you have dated people if you're ace" shut up shut up shut up shut up

#asexual #child free by choice #Child free and happy af #Kids don’t make good retirement plans #Use is abuse

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nawilla · 1 month ago

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Pea Update: The Peas are in the Ground (and other stuff)

I mowed the lawn today. I really should have done it sooner, but every weekend in April it either rained throughout the weekend or close enough to it that the ground was boggy. The one weekend when it would have been fine to mow, I was on some harsh antibiotics that gave me extreme fatigue, so it didn't happen.

This is the jungle I started with. The horror.

I swear it didn't look like that last weekend (when it was too boggy to mow).

After more than an hour with the weed whacker and 1.5 spools of string (note to self, order more), we were left with this:

Amazingly there was some really healthy grass under all those weeds. I think.

I also discovered either the town or the utility company chopped the top off the evil tree that I had thought was a weed until it was too late without informing me they were going to do so. I'm not complaining. Now that it's not in danger of touching what might be power lines, I can get into that patch of tree hell with clippers and handsaws without risking my life. I was less than thrilled that they cut the top off but just left the top of the tree hanging from the cut. That's not exactly helpful, guys. On the plus side, more sticks to put in the bottom of my planters. In light of their being more sun in the original garden patch (which the evil tree had thrust into shade), I put the peas into the ground there. The dirt looked dark and rich despite going fallow for I don't know how many years.

I put the trellis at a right angle to see if the peas grow better against the fence versus against the wall. It's not clear how much sun they will get, but actually having some shade may be good since I put them in so late. A few snapped when I was bringing them to the back, probably when I put them down without paying attention, so that is why some tops are snapped off. One was also uprooted from the peat pellet, but I planted it anyway. I just put the whole pellet right into the ground, several had roots coming out of them. We'll see if any survive, but hopefully next year I will be more on the ball and the garden patch will be better prepared.

As for the rest of the yard, the weeds on the left are a) entangled with the strawberry plants I planted ten years ago and this year I remembered not to mow them down. There were some unripe berries seen so maybe I'll actually get to eat them instead of wacking them across the yard. There is also a feral raised bed in there that is falling apart, so I may plant some root veggies in there. The weeds on the right are ancient flower beds that predate my ownership of the home that contain peonies the previous owners grew and were taken over by weeds, kudzu and the evil tree sized rose of sharon the next door neighbor killed but not before it spawned. And the evil rose bush that I couldn't cut down to size last year because it was thorny and I got that bad case of poison ivy.

There was still daylight after the peas went in, so I did some planting. I set up my strawberry tower:

The little pots proved just the right size for strawberries while providing more room for roots to grow. I filled it with the various survivors and new purchases:

Final results:

17 out of 25 bareroot seascape strawberries survived the great greenhouse collapse.

2 out of 3 strawberry plants from last year survived and were transplanted. Varieties are unclear.

1 plant was a new purchase, and Albion strawberry.

I have two tiers left, one of which I will either fill with new purchases or try to root some runners from the backyard strawberry plants. The top tier I am going to plant with companion plant flowers: marigolds (purchased) and alyssum (attempted to grow).

I also planted some purchased lettuce plants (since the seeds didn't really grow much) in the planter the strawberries were squatting in, and one of the creeping thyme. But then it got dark, so the other plants will have to wait. I hope to sow some radishes to fill inthe lettuce planter until more lettuce germinates or it gets too hot. (I plan to move the planter to the shade when that happens, and the stackable container last year's strawberries were in is going to be used for bush beans.

And now I'm going to take some vitamin I (Ibuprofen) and go to sleep. Because another crazy week starts is 21 minutes.

#garden #gardening 2025 #peas #strawberries #lettuce

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riverreignwrites · 1 month ago

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Introductions and Other Disasters

Zatanna Zatara x female oc Requested? yes/no Warnings: Demons? Witches? Intended reader: Male Reader/Female reader Parts: One

🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🧙🏽‍♀️🪄💜🖤🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

Zatanna was regretting everything.

Well, not everything. Just this specific moment where she stood in the Watchtower briefing room with a very relaxed, very witchy, very sexy Amethyst by her side—while the entirety of the Team and half the Justice League stared at them like they were trying to determine whether this was a diplomatic introduction or a formal warning.

“Everyone,” Zatanna said slowly, hands slightly raised like a cop defusing a bomb, “this is my girlfriend, Amethyst.”

Amethyst gave a cute little wave and a cheerful, “Hiya!”

Zatanna pressed on before anyone could ask questions. “She’s a witch. She’s not a villain. I think.”

“You think?” Artemis asked flatly.

“In my defense,” Zatanna said, gesturing to her girlfriend, “the clothes and hell spawns kinda distracted me from that part.... for an entire year.”

To be fair, Amethyst did look like a witch Pinterest board had been summoned into reality and given legs. She wore a high-slit skirt made of shadowy fabric that shimmered like a nebula, combat boots with tiny charms clinking around the ankles, and a cropped, laced corset with silver embroidery that may or may not have been enchanted runes. Her hair had streaks of violet, and one of her eyes gleamed unnaturally in the light. And to top it all off, her earrings were tiny potion bottles.

Batman blinked once.

Nightwing made a face that clearly said, you lucky, chaotic woman.

Amethyst smiled wider. “I brought cookies.”

That somehow made things worse. The cookies were shaped like little demons with smiling faces. One of them bit a piece of itself off in solidarity. Superboy gently pushed the plate away.

"Can we get back to that 'hellspawns' part though?" Kid flash said, clearly concerned about literal demons following this new, potentially dangerous woman.

“I’ve named most of the tiny hellspawns that follow me around,” Amethyst said, like that was supposed to help Wally's fear. “There’s Nebbin. Marmalade. Muffin. Ivy. Trinket—he guards the bathroom sometimes. If you hear giggling from your shadow, it’s probably Ploop. He likes new people.”

Wally checked his shadow almost immediately.

“Ploop?” M’gann asked, voice caught somewhere between charmed and deeply concerned.

“He's a delight!” Amethyst said brightly. “Just don’t feed him licorice. It makes him scream.”

“She’s great,” Zatanna said, patting Amethyst’s hand lovingly. “She once raised a corpse to ask it where it left its wallet, then reburied it with a snack. Polite necromancy.”

“Extremely polite,” Amethyst agreed. “He’d lost it behind the couch, by the way.”

“Zee,” Nightwing said slowly, “are we gonna have to fight her someday?”

“Only if you threaten her plants,” Zatanna replied, dead serious.

“Or if any of you summon something irresponsibly,” Amethyst added. “Which, given the number of reckless magic artifacts you people lose, is honestly… a when, not an if.”

Raven, who had been watching silently, nodded. She muttered something about how Amethyst was 'chaos incarnate' and Zatanna swore she heard Raven say 'i like her.'

Amethyst turned to Zatanna, taking her hand. “So. Did I pass the vibe check?”

Zatanna looked at her glowing girlfriend, at the stunned Justice League, the deeply intrigued Team, and the small cookie still twitching on the plate. She sighed.

“You passed something, babe. Definitely something.”

🧙🏽‍♀️🪄💜🖤

#wlw #dc comics #zatanna zatara #zatanna zatara x female oc #female oc

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polymolly · 6 years ago

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Freelancer: Ivy Wilburg Favorite javelin: Ranger

Ivy was born in Heliost to a loving parents. She was a middle child, with an older sister and a younger brother. They grew up in The Engineer City surronded by the technology, handmade parts and the lastest inventions, so naturally they picked up the interest. Her sister, Diana, loved tinkering and was an absolute master - she opened up her own workshop at the age of 17 and soon became a really well known engineer. Their brother, Luke, stayed at home and helped her with her business. Ivy, however, took another path, even if she knew a thing or two about the job and could be an engineer as well.

She joined Freelancers when she turned 18. She was prepared for hard work, but even then it took 3 years of training before she was allowed to take her first real contract. By the age of 22 she became part of one of Haluk's teams and thus - a regular Freelancer. It was also the year when her parents were killed by Scars.

Two years later she started to work directly under Haluk's command. At first it was all very weird because of her being the youngest one on the team and for a while she couldn't find her footing - in the field as well as in team relations but soon grew really close to all of them. Her mentor - even if harsh and most of time a little bit cold - was like a second father to her. Faye became her best friend as well as a huge crush later on. And somehow she felt something for her too... They were together for a brief time, not long before the events at the Heart of Rage.

After Ivy and her team parted ways she returned to Heliost. She was trying to pick herself up, but she was struggling to find a place. At first she tried to help in the workshop, to move away a little from being a freelancer and from what happened at the Heart of Rage, but it wasn’t that simple, as it soon turned out. She lost a lot back there but just giving up on all the rest felt wrong. She hadn’t thought of coming back, not yet. Then she met Owen. They’ve met once before, as kids, in Ponteix, and for a while they’ve had a really great time together. Ivy was surprised seeing him in Heliost, but even more when she discovered he hadn’t really changed that much through the years. He was still the same cocky little shit with a bubbly personality, only a little more grown up. And, apparently, a cypher now. Owen used to be heavily annoying at the time and that didn’t change either... but this time it felt good. His loud self seemed to deafen her own demons, so she hang out with him quite often. He helped her to get back there. He never asked much about her reasons but he understood her scars and worked around them. He became her cypher and they’ve been working together ever since.

#anthem #female freelancer #fem!freelancer #ivy wilburg #owen corley #long post #wall of text #sorry for the lenght of it #but I felt like writing it all down #and since I am in the mood I may spawn up something more soon #I'm in the Anthem hell now and she's my new baby #I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT HER AND OWEN NEXT #she has her own tag already even if there's nothing there yet

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Lucifer just entered Adam's room, he couldn't believe he was going to have another baby- well, he could believe it. They weren't very cautious.

He had the idea to use one of the ginko trees in Adam's forest to make a crib. He'll hand carve it, just like he did for Charlie.

Lucifer walked around for a good ten minutes, looking for the perfect three. Amd he found it. Right where his and Adam's forests meet, there was a tree that was half and half.

But just as he was about to break it down, he saw it start to disintegrate. Turning to ash.

Lucifer: The fuck-?

He looked around, and the whole forest was dying before disappearing. Lucifer forced his wings out and flew as fast as he could to Adam's room. He only just made it when the forest completely disappeared, leaving only a wall.

Lucifer fell to the floor and looked back. But before he could do anything, he heard screaming in the lobby.

He made his way out and saw Eve- Ivy screaming at Charlie. She looked terrible. Almost like she had to love through the early days of Adam's life in Hell over and over.

What the fuck was happening?

Peter: Boss!? Boss!? Adam- please, I'm sorry!

Lucifer walked into the corridor and saw Peter about to have a panic attack. He was on the floor, gripping his throat.

Lucifer: Peter- hey, you're okay. Adam's just gone out for a sec, he'll be back-.

Peter: C-Can feel my soul! My souls back-a he doesn't have it!

Lucifer put his hand on Peter's solder, trying to calm,him.

Lucifer: What do you mean-?

Peter: I-I gave boss- Adam my soul! He's dropped me! W-What did I do!? I-I don't feel the chain anymore!

He ran down the stairs just in time to see Lute jump out of the bar as it turned to ash, even the bottle of vodka she was holding fell through her fingers.

Lucifer: Lute! What's going on!?

Lute: ...h-he... he's lost his souls...

Lucifer ran up to her: Who!? What's happening!?

Lute: W-When an overlord loses their power, they lose their souls. Adam- he's lost his power.

Lucifer: He can't lose his power- I have a contract with him-!

Lucifer goes to spawn his golden chain but nothing happens.

Lucifer: W-What?! Lute- what's happening!?

Lute: Nearly everything here was run by Adam's power! The bar, the infrastructure, the foundations- he's repaired this place over and over-!

They look around as the building starts to creek.

Lucifer: I... I built this place-.

Lute: But Adam put safe guards in. And their attached to every stone and brick in this place. They quickly become part of the materials holding the place up! Someone broke your contract with him! That could have easily been Adam himself-

Lucifer: He wouldn't do that! We're having-! He loves me- he wouldn't break it!

Lute: ...unless he put the hotel in danger. Or-.

Lucifer looked at her shocked: Or!? Or what!?

Lute: ...Lilith's back.

Lucifer was so lost. Adam went to see Vox, not Lilith!

He jumped as a large piece of the ceiling fell to the floor. Everyone screamed as the hotel started to fall around them.

Lucifer: Outside! Now!

Lucifer held open the door and watched as everyone ran out. He looked back when the stairs collapsed. That's when he saw Angel and his pig run towards the door. He reached for him, but the first floor collapsed on Angel before he could reach Lucifer.

Lucifer: No-! Fuck!

Lucifer had to move away from the hotel as the rest of the floors followed, crashing to the floor.

He couldn't look away, he stared at the place he last saw Angel. His daughter's screams are the only thing he hears. His eyes suddenly engulfed in flames, his fists clenched.

Lucifer growled: ...Lilith.

Lowkey want an au where Adam has Alastors' powers.

The tentacles

The eyes

The changing size

The shadows

The sass

The deal making

Him owning Husk and Nifty

The musical numbers

The radio control

The tentacles- have I mentioned that before?

The rivalry with Lucifer

Maybe he replaces Alastor entirely. No Alastor. Only Adam. It's always been Adam.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Only Adam lol This is good! His Husk and Nifty could be Lute and Peter.

He doesn't have to smile all the time does he?

Yessss, and he plays rock instead of jazz lol And yes of course there is a rivalry lol

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omg-imatotalmess · 4 years ago

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Love and Ridiculously Expensive Champagne

Hey guys! So, I'm tipsy, got to thinking, and this spawned from my brain. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, no specific gendered pronouns, but the reader is wearing a dress

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Since when did you drink champagne? Especially the horrifically expensive kind that the Malfoy's served at their parties. The kind that would cost you a month's rent for a single bottle. Probably more than a month's rent. You couldn't find it in you to be concerned with the amount of money you'd just tipped down your throat, though. Not when you could still feel the bubbles melting on your tongue and the soft, fruity flavor lingering on your lips. You were a little too tipsy and flushed from the drinks to care. All you were concerned about was some fresh air.

Stumbling through a pair of french doors, you savored the cool air that swept over your cheeks and neck. The feeling sobered you slightly. Just enough to take a look at where you'd ended up after wandering the maze of hallways. You found yourself in a part of the garden you'd never seen before. It looked straight out of a fairytale.

Wisteria hung all around you in a thick curtain, making it seem as though you'd stepped into another world entirely. An overgrown path of mossy stones led you through the soft blues and purples until you came across an ivy-covered gazebo. The whole place seemed to be glowing, but the light from the gazebo was warmer. It called you to it. And you were in no position to argue with it.

"What the hell are you doing here, (L/N)?" a voice spat from inside.

"I needed some air. It's stuffy inside," you replied.

"Now you've got it. Leave."

"What if I don't wanna, Mr. Mysterious Voice," you said. A man's face appeared over the railing, scowling at you. Blonde hair fell across his forehead in a way that would have been much more attractive if he hadn't been giving you such a mean look. But, once you realized who you were looking at, you weren't surprised.

"Oh, hello, Draco," you giggled.

"You're drunk." Disbelief colored his statement in a way that made you want to laugh at him.

"A little," you said, pinching your fingers together just shy of touching and swaying gently in the perfumed breeze.

"'A little'," he mocked, "You're practically incapable of standing on your own two feet."

"Then maybe you should ask me to sit."

"Am I going to have to carry you up the steps?" he asked condescendingly.

"No," you laughed. Though, as you started up the steps, you realized you might have been a little hasty in your decision. The stairs seemed to be moving on their own. Moving stairs were incredibly hard to climb, but you managed well enough. Until the last step anyway.

The stair tipped sideways under your foot just enough to trip you up. In an attempt to correct for the way the stair moved, you fell forward while trying not to get caught up in your dress. You were pretty sure it was the most graceless thing you'd ever done. Breaking your face on the floor would just be the icing on the cake. But, then, you weren't falling anymore. Finally, you registered two strong hands holding you by your forearms. Looking up, you found Draco watching you.

He held you like that for a long time. It seemed that way anyway. His hands squeezed just above your wrists gently as he stared down at you with an expression just shy of familiar. Something between his usual glare and a look you couldn't quite place. Either way, you really didn't mind. Blowing a lock of hair out of your face, you smiled up at him. A light pink dusted his cheeks momentarily before he fully steadied you and let go.

"Thank you," you said once he righted you.

"Don't thank me just yet. I still might shove you down them later," he groused.

"Doubt it," you said as he planted himself on the floor just under where you'd seen him earlier.

"You seem awfully sure of that," he said.

"I am."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"You'll be just as drunk as I am by the time you think to do it," you giggled, gesturing to the half-empty bottle of champagne at his side.

"Shut up," he grumbled, smiling slightly.

Grinning, you sat beside him, pressed together from shoulder to hip in a way you would have never considered had you been sober. But you weren't sober, and Draco wasn't complaining. A comfortable silence stretched between you for a long while. Neither of you moved, nor did you want to. You wanted to enjoy the fairytale garden, the lingering taste of champagne, and Draco's body heat. It wasn't until he took a long drink from the bottle that you broke the silence.

"So, what are we drinking to?" you asked, turning to look at the side of his face. Not for the first time, you noticed how pretty he was. He was even prettier when he wasn't scowling.

"Nothing," he said.

"You've gotta drink to something otherwise you're just an alcoholic," you said, lips tilting into a mischievous smile.

"That might just be the stupidest thing that's ever come out of your mouth, (L/N)," he snorted, but there was no bite behind the words.

"Says you," you said.

"Alright, then what exactly were you drinking to all night?" he asked, looking a little smug.

"To wasting your inheritance on ridiculously expensive champagne," you teased.

"Classy," he said, sounding unimpressed.

"Okay, okay, for real," you giggled, "I was drinking to being in love."

Draco went quiet for a little while, taking another long drink from the bottle in his hand. You almost thought he was angry from the way he slammed it down, but when he looked at you, his face was just sad. Or disappointed. Wracking your muddled brain, you tried to find the cause but came up empty. He'd been almost friendly with you just a second ago. Leaning over, you took the bottle from his hand and held it up in a mock toast.

"To you, me, and expensive champagne," you said, taking a swig. The warmth swept over you immediately, leaving the lingering fruity taste again. You smiled at Draco, bumping your knees together in a friendly way.

"What happened to drinking to being in love?" he snapped, snatching the bottle back.

"Hm? Oh, I was trying to...summon it. But it didn't work very well," you sighed.

"Of course it didn't," he said into the drink.

"Unless you have something you want to tell me," you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

It wasn't until Draco started hacking and sputtering that you realized you probably shouldn't have said that. At least not mid-drink. You didn't think it was worth that reaction, but then again, Draco was awfully dramatic. Pounding him on the back a couple times, you tried not to laugh. You didn't succeed, but the thought was there.

"You're supposed to drink it," you said.

"Shut up," he wheezed. You let him be while he got his breath back save for rubbing his back lightly. After a minute, his breathing evened out, but his face stayed pink.

"So, there is something you wanna tell me!" you laughed.

"Shut up."

"Maybe that you're madly in love with me--"

"Shut up."

"You spend all your time thinking about being mine--"

"Shut up."

"You just wanna kiss me stu--mhph!"

Before you could carry on with any more of your giggling taunts, Draco silenced you with a kiss. A messy, off-center, awkwardly angled kiss. It was probably the worst kiss you'd ever received. And god, did you love it. Your only complaint was that he pulled away too soon.

"And if I am madly in love with you? What then, (Y/N)?" he asked.

"Then I was drinking for the right reason," you said.

"Be serious," he said.

"Just kiss me, Draco." And he did.

Hauling you into his lap by your skirt, he pressed his lips against yours like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted to do. His hands roamed over you like he was trying to touch all of you at once. One hand curved around your waist while the other stroked your cheek clumsily. Raking your fingers through his hair, you deepened the kiss. The lingering fruity flavor mixed with the feeling of Draco's tongue swiping over your bottom lip was more intoxicating than the champagne had ever hoped to be. You couldn't get enough. And, from the little groan that slipped from the back of his throat, you guessed he felt the same way.

When you managed to pry yourself away for air, you took the opportunity to really look at him. He looked a little dazed and ruffled with his hair standing on end and kiss bruised lips, but so damn pretty.

"Let's go steal another bottle and find somewhere comfy," you said.

"What will we be drinking to?" Draco asked, smiling as he struggled to his feet.

"To love and ridiculously expensive champagne."

"I like the sound of that," he said, kissing your cheek and leading you back through the wisteria.

#I'm tipsy #leave me alone #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy oneshot #draco #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp

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violetparakeetchuggerofkerosene · 2 years ago

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fucking hell the wiki events timeline sucks

according to it:

bristlefrost is ~9 moons older than rootspring & >1 year old when she was promoted early

kitescratch & turtlecrawl just spawn between raging storm & sqh. notably, reedclaw was never mentioned to be pregnant, even when interacting with the very pregnant violetshine

rootspring & needleclaw aren't even 3 moons older than night & finch but are promoted way earlier than them

leafpool's wish takes place in winter, but since tpn ended in summer the timeline places it in summer

silverstream is a whole year older than graystripe

mothwing is a year older than leafpool, but midnight has leaf at 8 moons and moth a brand new warrior, making them closer to 4 moons apart (this also means tigerclaw died ~6 moons before leaf's birth which adds more fuckery)

briar, bumble, & blossom are around a season older than dove & ivy but are implied to be older in oots as they are promoted to warriors far earlier

tigerheart is ~9 moons older than dove. it's less egregious than the others as the gathering at the start of the fourth apprentice doesn't mention that he's a new warrior, which means that he's more than 6 moons older, but 9 moons is a stretch

tldr: don't trust the wiki

#theres more but im tired #overall it relies on seasons & background lines to guess the timeline #but the erins are shit at keeping track of the seasons so it results in abominations like this #warrior cats continuity is more tangled than the fucking family trees bruuuuhh #warrior cats

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harusha · 2 years ago

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"impossible to play if you invested wrong" there is genuinely no investment involved in wave 4, everyone has preset stats and weapons. you, like most people on a first playthrough*, are just not experienced enough for maddening. obviously the hardest difficulty will be very hard. breaking news sugar is sweet.

However, you do bring up some good points: Yeah its really weird that they don't allow you to change Nil and Nel's inventories and they really should have had new game plus so you can get the characters in future playthroughs. Not the emblems tho, you should work to get those.

Also you do realise you are kinda comparing apples and oranges when you say CS has better story than the Fell Xenologue, right? one is from a serious game that focuses on the story and the other is from a game that focuses on the fun aspects of the series like interesting strategies and funny characters.

*the dlc is different enough to the main game so i consider it to be its own thing

The game is trying to be serious, so I will be serious in judging it. If it wants to be a “funny haha game” then it shouldn’t try to be cheap drama with a series of decisions that make no sense with some thought in a DLC.

The emotional beats do not hit because it has seven chapters and Nel and Nil are boring and they copouted on cheap drama by making everyone corpses (ie. “Nel is actually not killing people because they’re dead”. The dead world makes no sense and so do the personality flips for like Ivy and her father.

Maddening is unwinnable if you invested in early game units like I did (and Maddening main game and paralogues is easy as hell) and used up your bond shards so you can’t cheese it with high ring levels. No warp staff abuse. The 30 wolves at start and constantly spawning reinforcements that will one round Nel and Nil, no inventory adjustments pre-battle, Nil being complete garbage and dead weight with increasing amounts of forced deploys with no use.

I cleared Map 1 Maddening DLC too. It was poorly balanced even with cheese like Veronica.

Maddening is badly balanced because they wanted to force you to use pre-set units but also your main sets (ie. Skills) so there is no synergy unless you build a certain way.

The reason that Cindered Shadows is the better DLC to me is because it is actually a set cast so it feels somewhat playtested instead of handing you a random assortment of poorly balanced units.

Considering you did this on anon, your opinion is worthless. Engage with DLC is badly balanced and the decisions are awful (no ng+ with consideration of tempest trials and having to complete a mediocre dlc each new playthrough, no universal logbook, no transfer (and games like Awakening and Fates did have carryover too), etc.

The DLC compared to Maddening main game feels badly executed in both gameplay and what story beats are there (and this is for a game with horrendous pacing already).

And why not judge it like this? Is it not normal to compare the last entry with the newest one? Or do I have to pretend that this is an entirely different series?

Overall, as someone who does hardest difficulty every game, DLC feels rushed in terms of balancing compared to the care that was given to the main game (without DLC emblems)

#fire emblem engage spoilers

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demonfox38 · 2 years ago

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Completed - Resident Evil 4

Take me away, magical jet ski.

So, remakes, right? I've rarely ever heard of people being gung-ho for them. I mean, let's face it—they're often times a cash grab based on a pre-existing product's reputation. Granted, some work out! I've heard good things about the "Resident Evil 2" remake, for one. With the "Resident Evil 4" remake coming up in a month, I wanted to give that game the time I gave "Resident Evil 2" prior to its remake. Ya know. Pay homage.

But, there's often a question that comes up with these. "Why are they remaking Product X? It's already perfect!" And "Resident Evil 4" is a golden child of gaming, right? So, would it be pointless or shameful to redo?

Honestly, I might be for giving this game a spit-shine.

"Resident Evil 4" is ostensibly a survival horror game originally released in 2005 for the Nintendo GameCube. (And yes, you absolutely heard something get loaded in that last sentence!) Originally developed as a member of the group of games collectively referred to as the Capcom Five, it went through several iterations before its final launch, one of which spawned the lead title for the "Devil May Cry" series. Since its initial release, it's become available on pretty much every major console and computer. Like, I saw somewhere between 12-14 versions of this game online. The damn thing is everywhere (much to the chagrin of its lead director.) Due to its intense, varied gameplay, breadth of access, and campy nature, the game is one of the best awarded titles out of the entire "Resident Evil" series, if not at large.

Leon Scott Kennedy returns as the lead, having managed to score a series of secretive government gigs since his one day on the job in the Raccoon City Police Department. In "Resident Evil 4", he has been promoted to the role of guardian for Ashley Graham, the daughter of the United States president. Unfortunately for him, that doesn't mean shuffling around the bushes on some Ivy League campus. Catapulted into rural Spain, Mr. Kennedy is charged with recovering Ashley from her captors, a mysterious cult calling itself Los Illuminados. Obviously, things get complicated. Then, gross. But, hell. He's learned a few things since his Raccoon City days. If anyone can handle an international incident resulting in the slaughter of 800+ people—

Man, this really should have been Chris Redfield's job, shouldn't it? Especially since he's been in every damn military division. Guess he had more questionable things to do elsewhere…

Mr. Kennedy scrapes his way upwards through the game through a combination of scrounging for items and bartering with a mysterious merchant. A variety of weapons is made available for his use, including automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns, rifles, submachine guns, and grenades. Accompanying his firepower is a series of melee attacks, including knifing, kicking, and coolest of all, suplexing. A healthy mixture of styles is best for proceeding through the game, but the player should be able to pick a couple of weapons to max out, then plow ahead. Ya know. Assuming good item rationing and a keen eye for antique pick-ups.

Does this make Mr. Kennedy too overpowered?

Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!

For all of his newfound machismo, Leon feels frailer than his first days. Dude can get knocked off the mortal coil with as little as two swings in the beginning of the game. That's nothing to say about the assholes with chainsaws and the quick-time events. Proper use of herb mixing can help toughen him up, but even that has to be properly minded. Mix too many ingredients together at the beginning, and you can end up wasting precious Red Herbs in situations where a single Green would suffice.

Honestly, there's a lot about the early gameplay that can feel infuriating the first time you put hand to controller in this game. Like, we all know about shooting zombies in the head, right? Zombie Dispatching 101. Well, we're explicitly not dealing with zombies, here. If you're using a pistol, a Ganado's head is going to take a random number of shots to pop. After Chapter 1-3, head popping can be a problem, as it means an enemy might randomly spawn a Las Plagas for their head. And man, those bastards! They can do anything from cutting Leon into steaklets to instant decapitation.

If you hate Leon and want to see him die a lot, then man, this is the game for you.

One of the best tricks you can learn in this game is figuring out how to use firearms to trigger melee attacks. If you're up against a humanoid, you'll want to aim at their feet. Getting a combatant in a staggered position offers the ability to kick them for extra damage or potentially even instakill them with a suplex (in Chapter 3-1 and beyond.) Even knocking them on the ground opens them up to slash attacks with your knife. And hell, might as well! Gotta do whatever you can to save your ammo!

You know what mechanic I instantly and consistently enjoyed? Protecting Ashley. Like, oh my God. As far as unarmed civilians go? She's perfect. She'll listen to your commands (stop, follow, hop into a dumpster). Whenever possible, she's right behind you. If you open fire, she ducks. I never had an issue guarding her. (Okay, things got a little dicey in Chapter 5-2, but she was operating a bulldozer at the time. Nothing a Florentine omelet couldn't fix.)

Man, I've had bad escort missions. Go see "Nanobreaker" for details. Ashley was a goddamn delight. Like, honestly. Don't marry anyone that bitches about "Resident Evil 4"'s escort levels. They're just gonna be sloppy and inconsiderate.

Now, I'm not saying that Ashley is a perfect character. Girl clearly looks like what a Japanese guy thought an American high school student would look like (despite being a junior in college?). The game's audio mixer could have varied her cries, too. Still! Pro-Ashley here. Loving the new ascot.

Honestly, the leading cast is great, in a B-movie kind of way. Leon's an overcompensating putz, but he means well. Ada's back and still leading Leon around on a leash. Luis Cera continues to be great well past his contributions to the plot. The merchant is so fucking weird and cool that he goes on to be referenced by other merchants for being so fucking weird and cool. All good!

I'm a little on the fence about the villain side of the house. (Does including Ada in the first paragraph imply some kind of heroism that isn't really there? Eh, let's not think too much about it.) Saddler and Mendez aren't that much to write home about, although Saddler's constant mugging can be amusing. Krauser's got a very stabable persona. If anyone's getting talked about from this cast, it's probably Ramón Salazar. Kind of hard to ignore a Plagas-infected castellan with both a Napoleon complex and achondroplasia. Like, it's almost amazing he could get infected, if Las Plagas couldn't handle being in children.

Look, man. I think it'd be cool if Sr. Salazar had dwarfism for some artsy reason like production staff having knowledge of the Diego Velázquez painting "Las Meninas." I mean, that's one of the most notable Spanish paintings. It's not entirely impossible that someone saw that and went, "You know what our game needs?" Something a little more elevated than, "LOL, angry little person."

Then again, I'm talking about the series with one villain who dresses as his sister and…like…just everything about that swamp part from "Resident Evil 5." I mean, there could be a red circle around that whole damn game, but that part in particular…

Anyway.

Audio's good. Music is effective. I was particularly taken aback by the sequence with the Novistadors and how off-putting their music is. Regenerator breathing can also stand up the hairs on the back of your neck. Not that having a villager screaming at you as they come in swinging an axe is relaxing, by any means. I think I like the "Resident Evil 3" soundtrack more than this one, but for what it needs to do, the audio does well.

When the game frees itself from standard undead fair, the monster design is varied, but unified. Its all vaguely insect-like, but in gross, new ways! Like, centipedes and spiders coming out of people's heads. Or, parasites popping out of people's spines. Hell, some of the creepy little bastards even figured out how to puppet armor around. Even the final boss is like a giant- eyeball-riddled spider dragging its initial body around like so much vestigial nonsense. Good! Gross!

Exhausting.

My evaluation of this game would not be complete if I didn't talk about the weird physical reaction I had to it. Like, okay. Sometimes, playing video games hurts. Ya don't go over an hour with "Kid Icarus Uprising" without developing some mid-palm pain. Sometimes, my heart rate increases. That's okay, too! A good round of "Star Fox 64" always ends with my blood pumping. But, what I had with "Resident Evil 4"? That was new.

At first, I thought it was just an average winter chill. Like, I don't always dry my hair right away after a shower, so sometimes, I get a little cold. I got this weird shivering post the Del Lago fight, and I thought, "Okay. Better go dry my hair." But, the shivering kept happening night after night, no matter how warm or cold I was. My shoulder muscles would cramp up. My pulse was going as hard as if I had just spent 30 minutes on an elliptical. I was sweaty on my palms, my feet, my armpits. The thought of continuing to play wasn't so much out of fun as it was an obligation. Even beating the game didn't feel good. I just folded myself up until the credits were done, saved the game, and shut down.

I don't know what that reaction was about. All I know is that it didn't feel good. I hesitate to call it an anxiety attack or a panic attack, but something was definitely wrong.

Look. I've played other survival horror games. I've beaten "Silent Hill", "Silent Hill 2", and "Resident Evil 2." Like, the non DualShock version, even. I'm a veteran when it comes to "Castlevania" titles. Icky squicky monsters are fine by me! On the more aggressive side of things, I love rail shooters. Like, half of my Wii library contains games like "House of the Dead: Overkill", "Sin & Punishment: Star Successor", and "Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles." There have been times in my life where I ran "Left 4 Dead" and "Modern Warfare 2" maps on a weekly basis. I can do the shooty thing, too.

Where "Resident Evil 4" tripped me up is in its gameplay combination. It's framed as a survival horror game, but so many of its set pieces are about shooting the shit out of everything that moves. Unless you have a guide in your lap, you might not know where your next box of ammo will be. (Or, hell, if there even will be one. The game's an adaptive bitch like that.) Having to plan around lacking resources is exhausting. I could only hold it up an hour and a half at a time. And for a game that took me over 15 hours to beat, that meant a lot of downtime between sessions, being frustrated with my progress, and worrying about what I was doing wrong.

This game is what I'd like to call a "Type A Killer." If you're neurotic about doing things wrong—if you worry about missing something—if you think you can do something better if you try it one more time—these are all thought traps that will wear you down. Like, yeah, you've got to mind your hits and keep Leon from getting blasted seventeen ways to Sunday, but fretting too much about this will physically hurt you. God forbid you pay too much attention to your death counter! That's gonna be the final nail in your coffin!

Honestly, it seems like going full aggro and nose-pickingly stupid works more often than not. Which, hell. It's not like you have to put too many braincells into the puzzle solving for this game. (One of the solutions is literally 1-2-3-4. I swear to God!)

The biggest epiphany I had about "Resident Evil 4" came while I was playing "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge" with @jeannettegray. Like, this was the first video game break I had from "Resident Evil 4" in over three weeks. I found myself smiling and enjoying myself, and that caught me off guard. Here I was, with this teeny-tiny game, just screwing around and high-fiving people and whacking robots with a big stick. And those few little hours brought me more joy than this entire masterpiece of a game!

I did like a few parts of "Resident Evil 4." Anytime where the game would slow down and let you soak in the atmosphere was enjoyable, particularly with creepy, cool corridors like the first Novistador room and the Regenerator areas. Salvador's Castle is quite beautiful, too. And hell. There were even times where I felt like a fucking badass, particularly when it came to kicking three dudes down a hill or liquifying five brains with a shotgun blast. But, God. Did this game physically and emotionally wreck me.

Now, I should mention that I was playing a Player's Choice edition of "Resident Evil 4" for the GameCube. From what I've heard, the GameCube version of this game is the bitchiest. Common reported factors include lower-powered weapons, more aggressive enemies, and less money to spend. Given that this was Shinji Mikami's original vision for the game, it may be considered the closest to his wishes, if you wish to pay the game's director some respect. The NTSC GameCube version also has its deaths uncensored, so that may make it even more authentic. However, most of the people I've seen play this game online are using either the PC or some kind of PlayStation console variant. Hell, I even put in a couple of hours with the Wii version of this game, and I can confirm that that version is way fucking easier. Like, from 70% accuracy to 87% accuracy improvement.

If you're set on playing it, then do as you please. But, I just wanted to let you know what version I was on. Hopefully, that will explain some ouchiness I have towards it, too. Although, even speed runners of this game will reset it constantly. Even mid presentation! It's just that kind of a monster.

#post game evaluation #resident evil 4

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