#orc cops

[mushroomy-hufflepuff]

Imagine being a manager in the Bright universe...

you work in a diner. It's not a big one, but it's running.

you are in charge of a small but efficient team. The boss as the chef, one cook, one kitchen assistant. You work at the front with two waiters.

recently a new waitress arrived and is still in training. She's 19 years old and trying to make extra money to help her parents pay for her tuition fees. She's not quite confident yet, but she's doing great.

then a Karen enters the diner.

everything is good at first, but as the order is prepared, the woman notes that the young waitress... is an orc.

soon, a solid racist argument occurs, which you try to reason, without success.

the obnoxious woman is now standing up in the middle of the room, threatening to call the cops for "illegal hiring".

customers are all looking, some unable to make a noise, others arguing with her.

and you are not having it anymore.

"You wanna call the cops ? Please. Please go for it."

your sweet waitress doesn't know where to put herself and it hurts you to see her like that. She did nothing wrong but to exist, and doesn't deserve that.

the call to the cops is made and after very long minutes and way too much slurs, a car arrives at the coffee shop and someone enters.

"Officer Nick Jakoby, what is the problem ?"

[gammija]

now im also still thinking about tma dnd au.... mostly i agree with jonny&alex' assignments. Signing a contract to work in the Archives is really signing a pact with the Eye, so everyone there multiclasses in warlock, but only Jon really gains levels in it because of all the xp he gets by reading statements. Tim is a fighter, Sasha a 'real' wizard, Martin a bard who performs poetry instead of playing an instrument, says he studied at the College of Lore, but really he's self-taught and not even level 3 in bard.

Species though. i mostly drew Jon as a tiefling cause i wanted to give him horns but really, a tiefling would be preoccupied with whether or not he's turning into a monster. Sasha can just be human, and i think Tim is a half-elf, charismatic, easily fitting in with most crowds.

On the one hand i want Martin to be tall. but on the other. he just is a halfling. easily underestimated, typically caring, not very fast, not easily immobilized by fear, and, considering how little he gets hurt or wounded compared to tma's other characters, definitely a certain kind of lucky

[my-wildflowergirl]

I don't know about anyone else, but I am kinda pissed that Baldur's Gate 3 doesn't allow Tav to be fat.

Why in one of the best games of the year, do we still not have character creation that allows fat bodies to exist, in a fantasy game of all things? Are fat people not supposed to exist in a fantasy world?

Or do people deem fatness so negatively that when given an escape from reality, they couldn't understand why someone would want to be fat there too?

[monstersholygrail]

Just being neighborly

Pairing: Orc neighbor x fem!reader— yandere reader, nudity, dryhumping, rough play, kidnapping(?)

This fic was inspired and continued off of this post by @bunnis-monsters ! (With permission ofc)

Ever since your new neighbor moved in you had had your eye on him. He had appeared on what you originally thought was going to be an ordinary day. Arriving with a large U-Haul truck yet he was the only one to come out of it.

He was strapping orc, tall and handsome— though he clearly didn’t know it. But that was perfectly fine, you were more than happy to let him know.

You were surprised when he moved to the back to open it up and started taking in boxes and furniture all by himself. The sight of him lifting up an entire dresser with one arm soon had your panties soaked with arousal. You had never wanted to swap places with a piece of furniture so bad. You couldn’t believe you were jealous over a dresser. A dresser! Yet you were and you totally couldn’t deny it.

Imagining yourself finally in his huge muscular arms as they circle around your body and trap your form against his, begging for you relieve some of pressure you had caused in his cock. Showing you exactly what he means as he rubs you into the bulge straining against his pleated pants. His large hands digging into you roughly as he helps you grind your slick core against his impressive erection.

Luckily you catch yourself daydreaming before he can spot you practically collapsed on the railing of your porch. Your brows furrow as you wipe your mouth, a small bit of drool on the corner of your lip.

Deciding you need to get your claws in him, so to speak, before anyone else in the neighborhood does, you think of the perfect excuse to head on over.

Knocking on the back of the moving truck, lemonade glass in hand, you wait for your new neighbor to notice you. He whirls around clumsily at the noise, causing the truck to slightly shake.

“Hi, neighbor! Welcome to the neighborhood. Thought you might be thirsty so I come bearing drinks!” You greet, flashing him your most flirtatious smile.

Orc neighbor comes to the opening of the truck slowly. Your head tilts back the closer he gets and you force yourself not to literally purr in delight. You push your chest out as you hand him the glass, knowing the view of your cleavage from his angle must be spectacular.

He crouches down and carefully takes the glass of lemonade from your hand between a few of his fingers. There’s an evident dark green blush on his cheeks and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of it.

“Thank you, little lady,” he mumbles shyly. Your smile widens, looking over your new obsession.

Oh, he’s so darling. You already want him all to yourself. But you know you’re going to enjoy the chase. Even if he isn’t aware of it.

It started off light, you wanted to at least give him time to fall for your advances. Your seduction plan would gain a natural intensity, fitting to the clear chemistry between you and your orc neighbor.

First you always seemed to end up needing to borrow a cup of sugar. He was more than happy to give you some and you made sure to thank him with a hug that let him feel you completely. When he never tried to cop a feel you opened up all your blinds and started making it normal for you to walk around your house naked. Letting him get little glimpses here and there. But when you realized he’d avert his gaze, being the gentleman he is, you knew you had to make your interest more obvious.

So you start peeking through the curtains, waiting to see when orc neighbor goes to take out his trash so you can go too. Wearing nothing but your flimsy almost see-through robe. Letting him watch as your nipples harden the longer you both interact.

When you head back into your house you purposely leave the door open, waiting for orc neighbor to come inside. And of course because he's such a gentleman he nervously comes up on your porch and reminds you softly that you left the door open.

Oh my, silly you. Your mind must be so all over the place that you just happened to forget in your rush! Luckily he was there to save you from someone bad coming in. Of course, such heroics deserve a reward so you invite him in to have breakfast with you. He’s so busy looking around your comfy home that he doesn't hear you click the lock in place as you shut the door.

You must be so clumsy this morning because when you go to bring him a nice cup of coffee, you accidentally trip and end up spilling it all over him! Apologies spew from your lips as take some napkins you just so happened to be holding and start patting all over his tummy and his crotch.

His cock twitches under your attentive touch and he blushes, hoping you don't notice. But of course you do. You notice everything about him. He quickly assures you it's ok but that he should get home to change.

That won't do, no, not at all. You tell him that's not necessary at all as you enjoy wearing oversized shirts but they're hard to find in human sizes. Much more common in orc. So you're sure you have something that'll fit. He's too bashful to refuse such an offer.

You head into your closet and grab the first oversized shirt you can find. Absolutely positive that he won't notice how it smells like him. Or that it looks eerily similar to that shirt of his that went missing a few days ago.

To be continued…?

[papasmoke]

St. Louis cops are the dumbest animals on earth. They're like lord of the rings orcs, you could throw a rock into a crowd of them and they'd all start beating the shit out of each other.

[mytastessuck]

Rap Critic: Orc Cop

Told you Bright wasn't done with you.

When Rap Critic was asked to compose a song for Resigned-From-Online-Reviews-And-Social-Media Lindsay Ellis, he put his whole ass into the parody which references Wild Wild West and other areas of Will Smith's...illustrious career. Good word. Many syllables. This is the second time Rap Critic has appeared on here for a parody song and this is the only one he actually recorded so, so you guys can judge for yourselves if he's good or not, here's where you can find his serious stuff:

https://rateyourmusic.com/artist/masta-artisan

Song Score: 900/10

[be-xkyy]

🥀Welcome to my Masterlist🥀

Welcome to my masterlist :) I hope you like the content and enjoy your yanderes, they are your problem now!😃😊

Dark=🖤 Yandere=💀 Fluffy=💖 smut=🔥 Angust=💔

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-Boyfriend 🖤💀

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Rival 🖤💀🔥

Yandere Rival Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Childhood Friend 💀💖

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Dilf 🖤💀🔥¿💖?

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Dilf Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

Yandere Sugar Daddy 🖤💀🔥

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Sugar Daddy Text 💀🔥¿💖?

Yandere Sugar Daddy Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Brother-in-law 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Father-in-law Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟

Yandere Doctor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟

Yandere Emperor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere King Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

Yandere Prince Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟

Yandere Royal Advisor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Nobleman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟

Yandere Soldier Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡

Yandere Poet Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡

Yandere Servant Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟

Yandere Jester Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere Viking Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Merman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒

Yandere Fae

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑂𝑟𝑐

Yandere Orc Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

Yandere Naga 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑛

Yandere Vampire Romanian 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ

Yandere Vampire French 🖤💀

Reader spending time with her baby. drabble 💀💖¿💔?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓

Yandere Werewolf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

Yandere Demon Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

Yandere Angel Soon

𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-girlfriend Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Academic Rival Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Milf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦

Yandere Sugar Mommy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

Yandere Nurse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Empress Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛

Yandere Queen 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Princess Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟

Yandere Counselor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦

Yandere Noble Lady Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒

Yandere Muse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Maid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛

Yandere Courtesan Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Mermaid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦

Yandere Fairy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒

Yandere Vampire Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑢𝑠

Yandere Succubus Soon

𝑂𝑛𝑒-𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

Farmer x City Girl

Cowboy x Boss Daughter

Corrupt Cop x Drink Girl

Boyfriend Jock x Cheerleader Reader

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children?

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

How would the Yanderes react if Reader died in childbirth? Would they hate their children or love them? Would they love their children more if they looked like Reader?

Yanderes react when their readers are as obsessed as they are? ( ⚠️Alert Yandere Reader⚠️)

[ameliathornromance]

Pursing your lips, you stared at the aisle of Valentine’s Day items in front of you.

One shelf held the same stuffed toy, stretching down the entire aisle. It was of a Dragon, in varying colours of red, pink, white, all holding coloured hearts of an opposing colour, with the words ‘I love you’ stitched into the fabric. 

Under that shelf, housed a variety of boxes of chocolates, filled with a variety of delectable flavours: White chocolate with coffee foam filling, another box held a mixture of chocolates, milk, dark and white with raspberry filling, salted caramel and other such sweet delights. 

At the bottom shelves sat bouquets of flowers, all of them roses in varying colours, but mostly red and pink.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you scrutinised the aisle for the hundredth time. How does one pick out a gift for an Orc of all people? 

Orcs aren’t known for this mushy stuff, and a part of you was afraid that if you dared pick one of these items, your partner may think of you as soft. 

That’s why your Orc Boyfriend liked about you, and he reminded you of it frequently. “Strong women make for great partners!” He’d declared. “They can help me in a fight, should I need it!”

While in this modern era, fighting wasn’t as nearly as important as it would have been in centuries past, your boyfriend belonged to a very traditional family of Orcs. Historically, they once led the most powerful camp in the country, and were rewarded for their peacekeeping by the Human government, by granting them colossal sums of money to help fund and keep the Monster population in check.

And while your boyfriend deciding to take you as a partner was unorthodox in his family, they weren’t going to just shoot down their relatives’ happiness. They liked you, and you liked them too.

Which is why you felt it was important to pick a good Valentine’s Day gift for your Orc. It couldn’t be too mushy, otherwise everyone would gag with disgust, and it couldn’t be too cold either. His family might think you don’t care about him otherwise.

Sighing, you turned away from the aisle and continued on with your shopping. As you picked out a few other groceries, your mind worked on what you could get for him.

You thought about what your boyfriend liked; weapons, history, cop shows, video games. 

Maybe you could buy him a replica of a video game weapon? As you got into your car, you did a quick search on your phone for such a thing.

You knew he was fond of historical games, set in the past, where Magik was still legally grey and Monsters could do as they pleased. But found that any kind of replica was way out of your price range. 

Quickly ditching the idea, you decided to try to find a history book. Your boyfriend was into any kind of history from anywhere in the world, so why not find him something like that?

Thinking on your feet, you started up the car and drove to your nearest bookshop. Upon arriving, you asked the clerk if they could help you out on your endeavour and they led you to a vast selection of tomes. 

Some were bigger than your head, heavier than you weighed, while others were so small you could balance them on the tip of your index finger. 

Finally, you came across a book about Ancient Myths of the Higher Lands, where the author told a myth and then discussed its possible origins, giving a history lesson and telling an interesting tale at the same time. It was reasonably sized, small enough for you to hold comfortably and weighed like any other book.

Smiling, you shut the book and rang it up at the counter. Upon leaving, the book in hand, your eyes caught sight of something else. 

In another shop window, you spied a chocolate console controller. The buttons were made of white chocolate, while the control sticks were made of dark chocolate. The body of the console was made of milk chocolate and had a thin strip of black liquorice coming out of its top. 

Without a second thought, you bought it from the chocolatier and put it in your bag with the book you found. 

Right, so you’d found something sweet and something personal. You questioned whether you needed another gift. 

You’d already searched high and low for anything else your partner may like, and that already proved to be quite the arduous task. 

Sighing, you got into your car and drove home. These will have to do.

A part of you felt guilty for only bringing home a book and some chocolate for your boyfriend. Because of his family, he was extremely well off, which meant that you could ask him for anything, and be reasonably confident that it would turn up in a few days for you.

You rarely asked him for much, not wanting to exploit his wealth. You felt guilty even asking him for basic things like food and helping you cover your own expenses like money for petrol.

But compared to how his gifts were going to be, you knew yours didn’t even stand a chance. 

It’s the thought that counts, you reminded yourself as you pulled up to your shared house. 

As you carefully put what you’d bought away–hiding the gifts you’d bought for your Orc, as you knew he’d be curious about what you’d got him ––you heard his heavy footfalls coming down from upstairs. 

You stashed the bags under the kitchen island’s cabinet as he leaned in through the doorway. He gave you a huge smile. “How was shopping?” He asked, brightly. 

“Good.” You said, truthfully. Frankly, it was a miracle you’d found anything for him in the first place. 

He jerked his head behind himself. “Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

Frowning, you abandoned your gifts in the kitchen and followed him.

“So, I’ve been thinking that maybe we should have a chill Valentine's Day this year,” he explained as he climbed up the stairs. “And I know it’s a bit early, but I just couldn’t resist.”

He opened the door to your bedroom. “And I know it’s kind of childish, but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

Your eyes widened as you looked around your room. Poles held the bed covers up at the foot and headboard of the bed, forming a tent structure above your mattress.

Inside it, there was an array of pillows along with snacks, the sheets of the bed drawn back so you could watch the TV at the end of your bed. It displayed a streaming service set up and was ready to go.

“A pillow fort?!” You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. “I haven’t done one of these since I was a kid!”

“I know.” Your Orc answered. As you stepped into the room, he smiled as you investigated the interior, kicking your shoes off and clambering inside. “I remembered you talking about it to my mum. And then I realised I’d never done anything like that, so… I thought we could spend the entire month inside a pillow fort. I made it the way my ancestors used to pitch tents in their camps, so it should be quite sturdy.”

You peeked out of the bedsheet. “Thank you!” You beamed at him. Guilt pinched at you as you remembered your gifts. 

Your Boyfriend frowned at your falling expression. “Is everything okay? It’s not too much, is it?”

“No, it’s not that.” You grimaced. “You’re just too thoughtful. Wait a moment.”

Clambering off the bed, you rushed downstairs and pulled out your presents and came back upstairs. “I was going to wrap them, give them to you on Valentine's Day, but… it feels wrong not to give you something now, since you’ve done this for me.” When you’d reached the top of the stairs, you thrust the book and chocolate at him.

“Compared to you, my gifts are just… eh.” You smiled, weakly.

But your Orc Boyfriend, smiled and examined them. “Wait, a chocolate console controller? That’s so cool!” His smile turned into a grin, “and a history on the Higher Lands about they’re myths?” He looked up at you from them and pulled you into a hug. “You know me so well.”

“I wish I could have done something more like this,” you said sadly. 

Material items could not compare to something as sweet as this. They just never would. 

“Don’t be daft.” Your Orc said, “these presents show you pay attention to me and know what I like. These are more than just material gifts.” He kissed your forehead. “They’re proof that you love me.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He always knew just what to say, didn’t he?

“Happy Valentine’s my love.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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[orc] Kratch

orc!Kratch x human!Reader Good to know: public smut, ex's dad, sex toy, thigh riding

Summary: The last person you wanted to meet at the pub is your ex's father.

[sneak peek]

It’s a joke.

It has to be.

Because there is just no way life hits you with shit like this and isn’t cackling behind the scenes.

Like when you roll through a red light, only to hear a siren behind you, because, of course, a cop was right there.

Or when you trip over your own feet and kiss pavement directly in front of a pack of teenagers who laugh like hyenas and film it for TikTok. And someone even tags you in the comments.

Or when you go on a rant in full volume for several minutes without repeating yourself even once, only to realize your sweet, ninety-year-old neighbor was right behind you the whole time, and she will never again make eye contact without remembering you shouting something about a horse dick in someone's butt.

So yeah.

This has to be another one of life’s twisted little jokes.

Because there is no way, there is no fucking way, you bump into your ex's dad at Boss's pub while there is a goddamn vibrator humming away inside your pussy.

This isn't just bad luck. It can't be. This is a divine comedy.

And you are the punch line.

Full story on my Patreon: [orc] Kratch

[zedecksiew]

(Don't) Incentivise Ethical Behaviour

In the ongoing project of rescuing useful thoughts off Xwitter, here's another hot take of mine, reheated:

"Being good for a reward isn’t being good---it’s just optimal play."

The quote comes from Luke Gearing and his excellent post "Against Incentive", to which I had been reacting.

My thread was mainly intended as a fulsome nodding along to one of Luke's points. It was posted in 2021, and extended in 2023 after Sidney Icarus posed a question to it. So it is two threads.

Here they are, properly paragraphed, hopefully more cleanly expressed:

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(Don't) Incentivise Ethical Behaviour

This is my main problem with mechanically rewarding pro-social play: a character's ethical choice is rendered mercenary.

As Luke Gearing puts it:

"Being good for a reward isn’t being good---it’s just optimal play."

Bear in mind that I'm not saying that pro-social play can't have rewarding outcomes for players. Any decision should have consequences in the fiction. It serves the ideal of portraying a living, world to have these consequences rendered diegetic:

The townsfolk are thankful; the goblins remember your mercy; pamphlets appear, quoting from your revolutionary speech.

What I am saying is that rewarding abstract mechanical benefits (XP tickets, metacurrency points, etc) for ethical decisions stinks.

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A subtle but absolutely essential distinction, when it comes to portraying and exploring ethics / morality, in roleplaying games.

Say you reward bonus XP for sparing goblins.

Are your players making a decisions based on how much they value life / the personhood of goblins? Or are they making a decision based on how much they want XP?

Say you declare: "If you help the villagers, the party receives a +1 attitude modifier in this village."

Are your players assisting the community because it is the right thing to do, or are they playing optimally, for a +1 effect?

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XP As Currency

XP is the ur-example of incentive in TTRPGs. It began with D&D's gold-for-XP, and has never strayed far from that logic.

XP is still currency. Do things the GM / game designer wants you to do? Get paid.

Players use XP to buy better mechanical tools (levels, skills, abilities)---which they can then in turn use to better perform the actions that will net them XP.

Like using gold you stole from goblins to buy a sword, so you can now rob orcs.

I genuinely feel that such systems are valuable. They are models that illuminate the drives fuelling amoral / unethical behaviour.

Material gain is the drive of land-grabbing and colonialism. Logger-barons and empires do get wealthier and more privileged, as a reward for their terrible actions.

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If you want to present an ethical choice in play, congruent to our real-life dilemmas, there is value in asking:

"Hey, if you kill the goblins you can grab their treasure, and you will get richer. There's no reward for sparing their lives, except that they are thankful."

Which is another way of asking:

"Does your commitment to the ideal of preserving life outweigh the guaranteed material incentives for taking life?"

The ethical choice is the difficult choice, precisely because it involves---as it often does, in real life---sacrificing personal growth and gain. Doling out an XP bounty for doing the right thing makes the ethical choice moot.

"I as the player am making a mechanically optimal choice, but my character is making an ethical choice!"

A cop-out. Owning your cake and eating it too. The fictional fig-leaf of empathy over a calculated a decision to make profit.

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Sidney Icarus asks a question which I will quote here:

"... those who hold to their beliefs of good behaviour don't feel rewarded, and therefore feel punished. And that's not a good feeling. It's an unpleasant experience to play a game where the righteous players are in rags, and the mercenary fucks have crowns and sceptres. So, what's the design opportunity? How do we make doing the right thing feel pleasant without making it mercenary? Or, like reality, do we acknowledge that ethical acts are valuable only intrinsically and philosophically? I have no idea how to reconcile this."

I would suggest that the above dichotomy---"righteous players in rags, mercs in crowns"---is true if property is recognised as the only true incentive.

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Friends As Property

Modern games try to solve the righteous-players-in-rags "problem" in various ways. Virtue might not net you treasure or XP, but may give you:

Contact or ally slots, which you can fill in;

Relationship meters you can watch tick up;

Favour points you can cash in later;

etc.

How different are these mechanical incentives from treasure or XP, really?

Your relationships with supposedly living, breathing beings are transformed into abilities for your character: skills you can train; powers you can reliably proc. Pump your relationship score with the orc tribe until calling on them for reinforcements becomes a once-per-month ability.

Relationships become contracts. Regard becomes debt. Put your friend in an ally slot, so they become a tool.

If this is what you want play to be---totally fine! As stated previously, games say powerful things when they portray the engines of profit and property.

But I personally don't think game designers should design employer-employee relationships and disguise these as instances of mutual aid.

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Friends As Friends

In the OSR campaigns I'm part of, I keep forgetting to record money. Which is usually a big deal in such games, seeing as they are in the grand tradition of gold-for-XP?

In both games, my characters are still 1st-Level pukes, though it's been months.

I'm having a blast, anyway.

My GMs, by virtue of running organic, reactive worlds, have made play rewarding for me. NPCs / geographies remember the party's previous actions, and respond accordingly.

I've been given gills from a river god, after constant prayer;

I've befriended a village of monsters, where we now live;

I've parleyed with the witch of a whole forest, where we may now tread;

I've a boon from the touch of wood wose, after answering his summons.

I cannot count on the wood wose showing up. He is a character in the world, not a power I control. Calling on the wood wose might become a whole adventure.

Little of this stuff is codified my stats or abilities or equipment list. They are mostly all under "misc notes".

Diegetic growth. Narrative change that spirals into more play.

This is the design opportunity, to me:

How do we shape TTRPG play culture in such a way that the "misc notes" gaps in our games are as fun as the systemised bits? What kinds of orientation tools must we provide? What should we say, in our advice sections?

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A Note About Trust

The reason why it is so hard to imagine play beyond conventional incentive structures has a lot to do with trust.

Sidney again:

One of the core issues is the "low trust table". I'm not designing just for myself but for my audience. For a product. How much can I ask purchasers and their friends to codesign this part with me?

Nerds love numbers and things we can write down in inventories or slots because they are sureties. We've learned to fear fiat or player discretion, traumatised as we are by Problem GMs or That Guys.

The reason why the poverty in Sidney's hypothetical ("righteous players are in rags") sounds so bad is because in truth it represents risk at the game table. If you don't participate in the mechanics legible to your ruleset (the XP and gear to do more game things), you risk gradually being excluded from play.

You have no assurance your fellow players will know how hold space for you; be considerate; work together to portray a living world where NPCs react in meaningful ways---in ways that will be fun and rewarding for everybody playing.

You are giving up the guarantee of mechanical relevance for the possibility of fun interactions and creative social play.

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The "low trust table" is learned behaviour--the cruft of gamer culture and trauma.

When I game with folks new to TTRPGs, they tend to be decent, considerate. I think there's enough anecdotal evidence from folks playing with school kids / newcomers / etc to suggest my experience is not unique.

If the "low trust table" is indeed learned behaviour, it can be unlearned.

Which rules conventions, now part of the hobby mainstream, were the result of designers designing defensively---shadowboxing against terrible players and the spectre of "unfairness"?

How can we "undesign" such conventions?

Lack of trust is a problem that we have to address in play culture, not rulesets. You cannot cook a dish so good it forces diners to have good table manners.

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This is too long already. I'll end with an observation:

Elfgames are not praxis, but doesn't this specific dilemma in the microcosm of our silly elfgames ultimately mirror real-world ethics?

To be moral is to trust in a better world; to be amoral / immoral is to hedge against the guarantee of a worse one.

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Further Reading

Some words from around the TTRPG community about incentive and advancement in games:

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However, the reason there is a big debate about this is that behavioural incentives in games clearly do work, either entirely or at various levels. This applies outside gaming, as well. Why do advertising companies and retail business use "rewards" structures to convince people to buy more of their products? Why do people chase after "Likes" on social media?

A comment by Paul_T to "A Hypothesis on Behavioral Incentives" from a discussion on Story-Games.com

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the structure and symbolism of the D&D game align with certain structures and values of patriarchy. The game is designed to last infinitely by shifting goalposts of character experience in terms of increasing amounts of gold pieces acquired; this resembles the modus operandi of phallic desire which seeks out object after object (most typically, women) in order to quench a lack which always reasserts itself.

D&D's Obsession With Phallic Desire from Traverse Fantasy

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In short, my feeling is that rewarding players with character improvement in return for achieving goals in a specific way impedes some of the key strengths of TTRPGs for little or no benefit in return. 

Incentives from Bastionland

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When good deeds arise naturally out of the players choices, especially when players rejected other options that were more beneficial to them, it is immensely satisfying. Far more than if players are just assumed to be heroic by default. It gives agency and meaning to player choice.

Make Players Choose To Be Kind from Cosmic Orrery

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Much has been made about 1 GP = 1 XP as the core gameplay loop driver of TSR D+D. But XP for gold retrieved also winds up being something of a de facto capitalistic outlook as well. Success is driven by accumulation of individual wealth -- by an adventuring company, even! So what's a new framework that can be used for underpinning a leftist OSR campaign?

A Spectre (7+3 HD) Is Haunting the Flaeness: Towards a Leftist OSR from Legacy of the Bieth

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Growth should be tied to a specific experience occurring in the fiction. It is more important for a PC to grow more interesting than more skilled or capable. PCs experience growth not necessarily because they’ve gotten more skill and experience, but because they are changed in a significant way.

Cairn FAQ from Cairn RPG / Yochai Gal

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Thank you Ram for the Story-Games.com deep cut!

( Image sources: https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/neuron-activation https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majesty:_The_Fantasy_Kingdom_Sim https://www.economist.com/sites/default/files/special-reports-pdfs/10490978.pdf https://varnam.my/34311/untold-tales-of-indian-labourers-from-rubber-plantations-during-pre-independence-malaya/ https://nobonzo.com/ )

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PS: used with permission from Sandro, art by Maxa', a reminder to self:

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Musing on Ages, & Dragon Prep

"Desire" mention - how much does Tensu know of the details of the origin of dungeons? (More than I do, probably...but I know this is thematically important.)

"Us"? Aren't gnomes another long-lived species? Ok this is going to be continuously relevant to the geopolitics so I need to break it down. From the wiki:

Elves: lifespan: 400; adult at 80

Gnomes: lifespan: 240; adult at 40

Dwarves: lifespan: 200; adult at 40

Tallmen: lifespan: 60; adult at 16

Orcs: lifespan: 55; adult at 14

Kobolds: lifespan: 55; adult at 13

Halffoots: lifespan: 50; adult at 14

I see - so really we're dealing with 3 factions: Elves, Gnomes & Dwarves, and Everyone Else. I find it interesting that the longer-lived races reach maturity at 17-20% of their average lifespan, while the younger-lived races all do so at around 25% of their average lifespan. I feel a little like this is a cop-out on the writer's part in trying to keep the ages of maturity a little closer to one another - though of course it's a cultural thing by each race (and, I'm sure, each culture within each race - idk how monolithic the whole comic will treat them, but it would track with the thematic worldbuilding for their to be multiple distinct social groups within each race, even if they do tent to band together against the other races!)

Based on the categories of "long-lived" and "short-lived", the latter seem to view all of the former as much the same - but I'm SURE the Elves have a different view of it, and I'm sure the Dwarves and, as we see here, Gnomes, are very aware of and irritated by the Elves' view.

...and as we see here, and earlier with Chilchuck admitting to being 29 (solidly middle-aged!) and Marcille going, "Aw, so you are a kid!", people rarely make any effort to understand each others relative ages, instead just coasting on their own life-based assumptions.

With reference to above, we can see that Namari at 61 is pretty exactly equivalent to Kaka and Kiki at 20.

Also: this little scene wasn't in the show at all and I love it! Namari in mentor mode!

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ALRIGHT RED DRAGON TIME!! Hey look, literally the 2nd panel in this ghost city is 2/3 winged lions by volume. Hmmm...

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I love how it's explicitly Shuro's job to get the final killshot, presumably because he has Feats for this (ie, cool-looking moments) as a "real" anime character (Easterner). This literally bears up with what we see of him in the future.

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Chilchuck: I will NOT fight!

Chilchuck: I'll totally be dragon bait with you, though.

Chilchuck: Not that I care if you succeed or survive or anything! I'm only here because you paid up front.

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Laios using the Inspiring Leader speech feat! They're all having a Heroes' Feast before fighting the dragon, a classic pre-dragon act for bonus HP and immunity to being Frightened! I know this isn't actually D&D but that post that I think came through my queue earlier today is right: it DOES have the same bones. It's like reading the Locked Tomb and being aware that this author was deep in Homestuck, or Scholomance vis a vis Harry Potter canon and fandom. I know where this writer has been, because I have been there too.

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THE BOY IS HERE! THE MAN THE MYTH THE OVERWORKED* LEGEND!

THIS SISTER-EATING MOTHERFUCKER!!

*Crack AU where the whole dragon fight is averted because it talks and somehow the conversation leads to Chilchuck going, "And the Mage isn't even letting you sleep? Tsk. You've got to start a union." And then Laios gets all starry-eyed, "A Monster Union?!" And then the Mage is eventually defeated by all the monsters of the dungeon, and also the poor sane ghosts as well, unionizing against him, and "king" becomes just the title for the Union Rep, whose main job is to honk an airhorn at presumptuous Elves and tell them to fuck off like a Canadian goose.

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[multifandumbmeg]

I have seen some posts speculating about the nature of Adar and Sauron's relationship and I would like to throw my own hat into the ring...

I'm reading Daddy Issues. When I see Adar's rage at Sauron, his monologues and surprisingly earnest fashioning of himself as the "father" of the Uruk/Orcs, I see someone who is raging against what they see as a failed father. I speculate that is because Sauron actually fashioned himself as the "father" first.

But he was a bad one.

Sauron participated in the experiments that created the orcs with Morgoth. Adar also says he sacrificed many more orcs to further experiments for Sauron in his conversation with Galadriel in season one, which I presume is referencing the location she found in episode one. Then there's the flashback where Sauron tries to gather an orc army he's clearly disgusted by for yet another war and Adar has enough, finally just stabbing the guy, leading the orcs against him. Sauron in that scene is more like a dictator, but one might argue a narcissistic father.

Then we have that conversation between "Halbrand" and Adar in season 2, where he recounts Sauron offering him wine after being left on a peak seemingly for dead. Adar speaks about it with such intense bitterness as he attempts to get Halbrand- unknowingly Sauron himself- to tell him where Sauron is so he can finally kill him. The Sauron he describes is working for Morgoth, it sounds like. The thirteen were tortured, and then Sauron was sent in with the pretty face and wine to play Nice Cop and win them back over with his silver tongue. It worked. And the tragedy is, you can tell Adar sees it now, that he was manipulated and resents it, but you can also see that single tear from Sauron. This is one of those rare occasions he feels remorse.

But at any rate, I think Sauron was assigned the role of "Orc Dad" by Morgoth and more or less tried to keep it (even though he may not have even liked the idea of orcs/their creation) because it was useful to him, but Adar stepped up and usurped it successfully because he saw that they actually needed it. A real home, a real leader, a real parental figure who saw them as living beings deserving of existence, respect, and even love.

I think the two of them are an extremely rich text.

[phoewrightnix]

My friend is a half-orc who got in trouble for drinking underage. We're in a primarily human town who don't see a lot of racially diverse travelers. I tried to explain that half-orcs mature to young adulthood quicker than humans (with a longer adulthood period after that) and as such by his racial standards he isn't underage, but the cops aren't listening. Can he take them to court?

Yes and he absolutely should. The humans are choosing not to serve your friend because they don't agree with the natural differences between the cultures and racial features. That's discrimination.

[ludinusdaleth]

i suppose my first hot take of my c2 rewatch is one i really wish a lot of folk who've barely/not watched c2 at all would internalize: while c3 acts far more on its political premise in the end, c2 is still deeply political.

while i get why folk may balk at it not featuring a revolution in its finale, it was the intended kindling for c3. from the beginning it critiques the propoganda & classism of the dwendallian empire and you watch the m9 unpack their biases they've been taught in real time as they go deeper into the imperialism of their government. it asks hard questions about what motivates the disenfranchised during wartime while also being very literally violently anti cop. as much as folk act like the m9 are solely out for themselves, a massive chunk of their story is about them stopping a war for the thousands in the line of fire. they aid the knights of requital in what would be considered terrorism against the empire. beau calls ludinus, trent, & dwendal out in front of their entire court for lying about the stealing of the dynasty's artifacts. the finale was not a return to status quo but rather beau & caleb finding ways to begin the work to start a kinder world - while i think c2 leans liberal, anyone who says caleb becoming a teacher is neoliberal, i do not trust. outside of online discourse that will always misrepresent whatever campaign people are pissed at at the time, i recall c2 was considered revolutionary even by some diverse ttrpg spaces at the time for its deconstruction of drow & orc fantasy stereotypes, and real life activists/organizers i knew said that they deeply valued the attention the c2 finale brought to their steps. they even mention lace code. and i think that matters far more than how some people blanket statement the campaign that many admit to not even having seen.

this is not me saying it's perfect, but i guess my pet peeve among c3 fans discussing c2 at times is the blatant refusal to see it in the same fire as c3. i think all 3 campaigns are a very interesting progressing crescendo of political action: c1 is a typical hero fantasy that doesnt question itself, c2 wants to unpack leadership & propoganda and ends with the small work necessary for big steps, and c3 is the revolution that comes when the dam cant help itself but to burst. c2 and c3 are sisters, not enemies.

[twilightkitkat]

You mentioned an alien AU and so I must ask you about humans are space orc's because I've also considered doing an AU of that for Deadclaws

I think it'd be really interesting to consider space/dimensional travel poolverine.

I feel like Logan and Wade would end up wanted intergalacticically. It'd be an interesting storyline if one of them was on the run from the space cops and the other got dragged along.

I could see that with Wade, it'd be because he was trying to protect his family and got caught up in some shit. Logan would be the mysterious criminal whose crimes we only find out later (mass murder and/or framed) and Wade was trying to do some illegal shit anyway so dragged him along.

Actually, a funny idea would be that they both meet in jail on some planet. Logan had been thrown in there and was the "tough prisoner" who'd beaten up the others (aliens included). Wade got thrown in there recently and saw him and decided to take his own advice and "befriend the biggest guy there." Who also happened to be his cell mate (who was unfortunately in solitary confinement when he first arrived).

Wade ends up helping Logan escape to Logan's complete and utter disbelief and they hijack a spacecraft and fly away. Wade is cackling as he nearly crashes the damn thing and Logan is clinging to his seat for dear life.

They end up on the run across planets and wind up trying to investigate the people who messed with Wade's family who end up being part of this intergalactic terrorist organization. They also end up getting stranded on odd alien planets along the way with weird survival conditions... Yuck.

Eventually, they end up acquiring A Crew which consists of Wade's movie canonical friends and Laura, who's basically their daughter. They wind up making a base on some planet away from everyone for some peace and spend their days traveling through space and taking on stray missions...

But there's a twist.

"Worst Wolverine" isn't the original Logan. He's an alien. A shapeless parasite who wandered from person to person for over 200 years and became practically immortal when he possessed a body because he strengthened their healing and regeneration. Who took over the original Logan's body after he died (or well, his brain shut down but his body was salvageable). He'd gotten the original Logan's memories and emotions after possessing him, all except for one traumatic day. The day the X-men died.

He'd taken him over after Logan had been brutally murdered by a gang of aliens who'd put an ability-restricting collar on him. He felt all of Logan's emotions and guilt and because of the fragments he thought he was the one who murdered them. So he let himself be captured and rot in jail as atonement. Until Wade came along and convinced him that life was worth living.

(Until he realized that he hadn't killed them. He'd gone berserk trying to protect them. It finally clicks in place when he confronts the organization that had taken Wade's family and they recognize him.)

[klysanderelias]

I feel like it's genuinely stupid to keep making this criticism at this point, because it's clear that no one is going to listen, but I'm so tired of these cRPGs set in urban areas where like half of the gameplay is swat team shit on gangsters.

In specific, with Cyberpunk, it makes very little sense because why the fuck would you, as a criminal, do jobs for the police, but in general there are so many games out there that use 'gangster' as a disposable human target

And putting aside that there are certain demographics that tend to be overrepresented, it's also just deeply reactionary to have the poor areas of the city literally overrun with mass murderers who have no goal other than killing everyone around them and jerking off with their spines or whatever. It is shocking to me, in the ten hours or so of this playthrough I'm watching so far, just how much time has been spent killing or incapacitating groups of gangsters. It's ridiculous. It's not that much in the core narrative progression, but it feels like EVERY FUCKING SIDEQUEST is some version of 'go to this bar, kill all these gangsters' and every twenty feet it's 'stop an "assault" for the NCPD'

I don't know that it's directly copaganda, but it's definitely based on things being pushed by copaganda, in that there are a) groups of people who are subhuman either genetically, morally, or philosophically, b) walking down the street might directly result in your death for literally no reason due to roving bands of these subhumans, c) the police are incapable of 'restoring order' therefore they NEED their big fuckoff tanks and grenade launchers we prommy and d) these groups exist outside of any community within the area they exist, so you don't have to worry about anything when you gun them all down ^ _ ^

I feel like I'm beating a dead horse saying that gangs are social organizations and they arise for a reason and they usually exist in equilibrium because that's the POINT, but every single one of these AAA games acts like there is just an inherent lower class prone to violence and murder by nature

And like, I understand that this is a game about shooting people, and you need people to shoot, but it's... interesting how in a game based around Shadowrun and similar pieces of media, there's been basically no corpsec shootouts in the game aside from the one on the progression path. You can absolutely kill cops if you go out of your way to do it, but the game fundamentally forces you to interact differently with them than with ANY of the gangs in the area.

And it just drives me crazy because like, I feel like I'm constantly ramming my head against this idea where there's a specific subclass of people called the "Bandit" that spontaneously generate in trash piles and exist solely to die by the dozens to the PC for cigarettes and chump change. I am tired of playing games, but specifically RPGs, where the worldbuilding is just 'yeah dog I dunno, there are just worthless people for you to kill around here'

And of course there are a lot of games that do it well, even games that have you primarily interacting with the world down the scope of a rifle, but the ones that don't stand out so much

Like I just cannot ever shake the whole revelation that The Last of Us was supposed to be commentary on watching Palestinians kill a couple of settlers. It's incoherent politically, but more importantly it's predicated on this deeply reactionary ideal. And all of these games, from Wasteland 3 to Fallout 4 to Cyberpunk to Borderlands to whatever the next shitshow is gonna be, just reinforce this fascist concept of omnipresent subhuman parasitic raiders/rapists that can only be dealt with by genocide. It's just orcs with a new skin.

And it's really egregious for Cyberpunk as a genre, but I'm just so sick of it. I'm sick of 'always hostile' enemies. I like shooters, I like playing games with combat, but I hate hate hate walking into an arena with a bunch of guys standing around and going 'ah yes, these are the disposable targets that I kill for loot because they're inherently degenerate drug users or whatever'.