#steam told me a game was on sale... i care not.

[femmefaggot]

the dreaded "notification during a rhythm game"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not giving my brother my old gaming consoles?

So I (28m) love video games. Nintendo's handheld consoles in particular (I also own my parents old '98 computer and some of the PC games). They were a crucial part of my childhood and I strived to save every console and game that I could, and still keep them now for sentimental value and the sake of preserving them. My brother (30m) was never really into video games, but because we came from a lower class family, the gaming consoles and all subsequent games were typically gifted to "the whole family" and by extention, my brother, as he was the older child, but they all ended up becoming mine in the end, as I was the only one who would use them beyond the first week of owning them.

As we got older, my brother lost all interest in video games, so games started to get gifted to me directly, while the consoles remained "for the family". None of them were ever "officially" handed over to me, except for my father handing me his old grey Gameboy and going "here, you like this more than me" (that Gameboy and the Metroid game in it are my ultimate treasure). But again, I was the only one who cared about them, so everything I could beg my parents to not sell got added to my collection.

Now that we're all adults and my brother has kids and said kids are now old enough for video games (both are 6yo) they both have taken an interest. Which is awesome! I let my niece and nephew play on my Switch when they come over, and sometimes they watch me play games on my PC. They also have tablets that they play games on too, so there's no shortage of access, and my SIL is thinking about getting a Switch for at home (they love Kirby).

Just a month ago though, my brother randomly asked me for "his consoles back". When I asked why, he told me it was because he wanted to give them to his kids. When I asked which ones, he wanted them all. From the grey Gameboy up to the Gamecube.

I flat out told him no. First off, the Gamecube was sold in a yard sale after my parents "persuaded" me to let them sell it. The Gamecube I own now was gifted by a friend, so that one is 100% mine. My brother doesn't believe me on that. Second, none of these handheld consoles are being made anymore, they can be hard to find depending on where you are, and the price of the games for them are even higher. I love my niece and nephew, but they are little kids, and it would be devestating to see or hear that one of those old consoles got snapped in half or crushed. Also, again, these consoles are my entire childhood. These are the ones I held in my hands as a kid, and those games are the ones I had for years, and contained my save files on them. They mean way too much to me.

My brother got mad at me, claiming that I'm being selfish and that I can just "buy another one online" and that "they sit in a storage bin all the time", and got even angrier when I asked him why HE couldn't just buy them online. We apparently are on the same page that these consoles hold sentimental value to us, but I'm having a hard time seeing his side of it when he barely touched them.

He hasn't brought it up since, but apparently my brother's been complaining to our parents because my mother called me a few days ago to tell me that I am being selfish and to "just give him the games already". She hates seeing us fight and tends to pick the side of the kid that complains to her first, so IDK if I believe her. My dad doesn't care, and my SIL thinks spending the money on a Switch would be money better spent.

I do feel a little bad, I know I would be steaming mad if the roles were reversed, but I just do not see how he suddenly cares so much about these consoles all of a sudden, and I absolutely do not trust that he would make sure his kids are careful with them.

So, AITA? Am I being selfish? I already was thinking about letting my niece and nephew try out the old consoles when they're older and I get them all set up in a proper display case, I just do not want to lose ownership of these consoles. I already lost the Gamecube, Wii, and so many games (including PC games) to my parents "convicining me" to sell them. I don't want to lose any more.

What are these acronyms?

[pastry0w0rlord]

This One Really Missed

They would usually cook so hard with these games but they burned down the kitchen this time I'm afraid.

Lenght/Playtime:

Too short. Too little options. The flow chart of this game is pathetic and can't compare to the other 2. It felt like watching a movie.

Price:

Too expensive, my localized price was 8 bucks but I learned the original is 15 from steam reviews. If you really wanna buy the game wait for a sale, the price is unacceptable for this little decision making and 5 endings total.

Humour:

I only laughed out loud at one joke.

One.

And that was the Hat Man joke. Most of the jokes did not land this time.

The original games had this thing where the dark jokes regarding really sensitive topics (racism, homophobia, slavery, xenophobia, abuse...) landed because they had added context. Like:

- "I thought our photography teacher was a pedophile but turns out he is a white supremacist. That's not... better"

- "Uncircumcised men are gross because the media told me so, I am a teenage girl in late 2000s."

- Every straight person in school accusing Nicole of homophobia and talking over Ari because she got rejected when Ari is only angry that Nicole was mean about it.

- Jeffrey pretending to be a white nationalist, entering a straight club etc. not because his beliefs but because he desperately wants to fit in.

- That whole scene of Nicole's mom screaming at her under medicine influence about how she steals stuff from her medicine cabinet. Then Nicole, after a really morbid argument where she plays the victim to the audience, reveals that she does indeed steal her mom's meds.

- The whole route of Nicole bullying Jeffrey into being a school shooter got kicked off by Jeffrey being creepy in general.

and the list goes on.

The dark jokes had twists which made them funny. In Flip Side someone says something stereotypical or generally morbid out of nowhere and follow it with "I am not racist" or barely any acknowledgement. The biggest examples of this I can think of are the Turkish creep stereotype and the whole FYE ending.

They actually made an '09 game parodying the original. This game is what the series' haters think the first 2 games are.

The.. Feet Stuff..:

I swear it was funny at first, with social commentary and all. But then it kept dragging... and dragging...

Then I realized almost half of the game was dedicated to foot stuff. Cool...

Are the writers aware that all those minutes wasted could've gone to an ending with Jecka's mom whom she kept talking about in the first game?

Jecka:

They should rename Flip Side to "Pity Jeckainator 5000" because holy shit poor girl. The overall game was more bleak and sad than funny. Jecka breaks down sobbing multiple times and no one helps her.

Jecka's Father:

I don't know what they were trying to do with Jecka's father but none of his scenes were funny. In fact it was extremely triggering because I got treated like Jecka in the past by multiple people. Jecka is severely jittery, jumpy and horrified at the smallest yelling. She breaks down crying a lot yelling "don't hit me" and I do not see what purpose repeating her father's screaming at every scene with him serves if it isn't meant to be funny. There were literally times where I went "oh here we go again" and took of my headphones before he started screaming at her.

Nicole:

Guys Nicole is severely out of character in one of the foot fetish routes. I don't care if she is supposed to be a sociopath, that is not Nicole. Sociopaths can still separate right from wrong, they are still people so the "Nicole is a sociopath" argument I keep seeing holds no merit here.

Nicole has shown that she is capable of admitting to her mistakes in the prison ending of re-up.

Also lets put aside her mutual respect for Jecka and pretend Nicole doesn't know her at all. That still feels out of character for her. Think about it. Why does Nicole go after older men when she does?

- She is in danger and needs to act. (Coach Colby route)

- She has no other choice. (The route where her mom kicked her out)

- She is trying to get them arrested. (Her luring one of the faculty outside to get arrested)

Why would she, for no reason whatsoever, go after Jecka's dad?

You would argue that Nicole is a petty person from the Megan-Hunter route, but Megan made Nicole snap. She got provoked. Same with the Ari route. Ari was severely fucked up herself. What did Jecka do?

"I can't cut you in, I need this money Nicole"

That's it? Nicole already mentioned she was selling shoplifted goods as well so what is her objective here if not money?

Emily would do this(which she did), not Nicole, Nicole wouldn't bother. It's too much useless effort. They confused their own characters.

The Text from SBN3:

I am not gonna elaborate but that was so insane, wild and immature.

Some Stuff I Liked:

-Seeing Jecka's side of the first game suicide ending was cool.

-I actually liked the FYE route... until I didn't in the last 5 minutes of it.

-The Hat Man bit was seriously funny.

-The illustrations improved.

But yeah overall... Jecka deserved better than this game. I do not hate it for the small stuff I liked it for, but I will still try to pretend this never existed.

If you are here thank you for reading all of it. I usually don't do game reviews, I hope I didn't ramble too much

[dessi1998]

TentooRose month - 2nd week: Firsts

a/n: trying something new for me here, I had not written any of these bulletpoints fics before so here is my first try (on theme with the prompt lol), hope you enjoy

(you can see the Steam sale kinda inspired me)

there are so many firsts for this new new new (first of his kind) Doctor

everything is new, everything is human, he has so much to learn suddenly

first shave, first shopping for clothes, first job (at Torchwood)

and of course the firsts with Rose

first kiss, first hug, first time holding Rose’s hand

first adventure on Earth together

so many firsts and new things

but one of his favourite (and not that scary) firsts was discovering gaming

more specifically quiet nights at home with Rose, playing some game together

usually, with all the travels and adventures, he did not have time to sit down and do something for relaxation

so gaming was something new for him

and Rose was more than happy to indulge him and even join him in this newfound hobby

his first game was… Fortnite

Tony and his friends were crazy about it and so, one day at the Tyler mansion, the Doctor had found himself coerced into joining the little boy for a few matches

and ending up liking it - a lot

Rose had told him she’d join if he found a less stressful and fast-paced game

so with Tony’s help, the Doctor found Minecraft

mining, crafting, building, taking care of villagers - it was relaxing enough for Rose to join in

they got their own world to play on together with Tony popping in from time to time as a honorary player

(they definitely did not use one of Torchwood’s servers for hosting it, no no no)

(the Doctor’s tinkering with the settings and mods definitely did not make even it lag, with all its specs and power, noooo no)

Come on, Rose! How can such powerful machinery be stumped by one game?! (the game in question was trying to render a whole universe but eh, should be easy, right?)

after that came Stardew Valley, Terraria, even Animal Crossing - all the chill vibe games

then the Doctor wanted to explore some more adventurous pixel worlds

Life is Strange, Red Dead Redemption, The Witcher, Elden Ring

he played and commented on every little detail he saw, explained his plans and actions

and Rose just sat with a bowl of popcorn, head on his shoulder, watching him geek out, asking questions from time to time or giving him hints if he somehow got stuck (after a quick and secret google search)

eventually both her and Tony suggested that the Doctor should try streaming online - twitch of youtube, people were sure to geek out over little details with him

surprisingly, he declined

this hobby of his was now too intertwined with Rose and Tony, it was domestic and homey, it was a family activity - he couldn’t share it with strangers

and so, the Doctor discovered his first human hobby - quiet nights with Rose while farming pixelated food

or not so quiet nights with some pixelated adventures while Rose teased him for failing to aim

or loud weekends with Tony whenever Jackie and Pete had to be at some company event or just run away for a weekend vacation somewhere

that was not the most important or big first, but it was the most family one for the Doctor

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The Doctor loved playing The Doctor - his favourite killer on Dead by Daylight

Rose always giggled whenever he chose him in the selection menu

surprisingly she didn't mind playing this one scary game with him, they partied up when playing as survivors

'it's just a game of tag' Rose said

until one of the sneaky killers surprised them

it was the Doctor that yelled out in surprise (and a little bit of fear)

[dasher85]

calls

Inspired by those other games I play that would give you phone calls.

Modern AU with reader

Characters included: Ayato | Alhaitham

short phone call

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Ayato

He happily accepts your call with a smile, although he didn't expect you to call him right after he starts driving. He had to quickly adjust the earpiece before making a turn. 

Hello, dear… 

Yes, I'm driving home now.

Mmm, don't worry, it's on Bluetooth.

Are you alright?

Of course, I'll head to the pharmacy right away.

Don't worry about dinner, just lie down.

I'll be there in 30 minutes, do you need anything else?

Ice cream? I doubt eating ice cream would actually help with your headache.

Sore throat? Oh… I see. Understood.

Vanilla, as usual?

No? Ok, I'll get you the latest one on sale.

Except strawberries?? Alright.

Yes, I'll buy dinner as well. 

You want me to cook? Hmm… I'm worried that's-

Oh… just a simple dish?

I see… a chicken porridge with ginger, that wouldn't be a problem. 

It's alright, it's not troubling me.

…blueberry macarons? Where-

Got it, I'll make a quick detour to the pastry shop.

I've just arrived at the pharmacy, do you want me to stay on call?

Alright, I love you too~

He actually was speeding even while he's talking in a very calm voice. Still, no matter how many requests you'll add into the list, he'll gladly fulfil it. Of course, he still ended up watching a youtube cooking video as his reference just for a simple porridge.

"Be careful, it's still hot! Let me just blow the steam first." 

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Alhaitham

He really did read the caller's name twice with his squinted eyes just to make sure it was you. Otherwise, he wouldn't accept the call at all especially when it’s his rest hour and will click airplane mode afterwards.

Hmm?? Y/n?

What is it? It's 3am, why aren't you asleep?

Are you crying?... Tell me, what happened?

Calm down, I can't understand you if you're sobbing like that.

Are you hurt?

…Assignments? Really…

*Sigh* I told you to auto save your documents.

When is the deadline?

Why are you rushing? You still have plenty of time.

Of course the question is designed to be difficult, it's why-

Alright, alright… I'm not angry. I'm just…

Don't worry about it already, I'll help you first thing in the morning.

Yes, I have suitable materials for that.

I promise. I'll guide you through it.

*Sigh* Stop overthinking... Go to sleep now, it's late.

There is no what ifs… I'll make sure you'll finish it before the deadline.

Okay, I'm ending the call now…

Huh? Tsk. I'll come over, be there in a minute.

Despite it all, he still woke up, changed into decent clothes and be presentable as much as possible before he actually knocked on your door just opposite his house. Of course, he still gently wiped the tears on your eyes once he saw you opening the front door.

"You're alright, I'm here now."

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A/N: This was really random but it was really fun to write. Just let me know through request if there's any ideas for a simple phone call.

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on Summer Game Fest?

It's kind of already left my brain what was at that thing and I sort of watched it twice. I caught the back half of it on my own terms and then I rewatched it with Jeff Gerstmann's commentary over it (a friend mentioned he was watching it, so I kind of watched along).

Let's see... skimming an article...

Oh, right, yes. Now I remember. A lot of this stuff I do not care about.

Lego Horizon? Don't really care. I have a stack of unplayed Lego games on Steam. I do genuinely like those games, or I do in theory given I've only ever played demos. But I think I'd like them. But I have no need for another one.

ABSOLUTELY no interest in that Quidditch game. That's, what, the third time they've tried to make a Quidditch game? It never sticks. Also, y'know, please give less money to Rowling and all that. I have little love for Kingdom Come Deliverance 2, given that whole project was spoiled by the whole "white males only, for historical accuracy" discourse (the dude willingly went on Breitbart!) Way too many red flags with that one and it's pretty easy for me to outright ignore games like that. Plus, y'know, I also have zero interest in a historically accurate medieval game, whether the accuracy is real or not.

I'm upset at how stupid-in-a-good-way Killer Bean looks. Like it's exactly the kind of game that would appeal to me if I was 17 years old, and there's a part of me that still thinks that's cool, even if you're playing as a coffee bean in a Deadpool costume.

The whole Tim Robinson sketch for Skate 4 completely fell flat and if they're gonna be coy at showing gameplay I don't have any interest yet. It's EA, so I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop and hear how they're gonna mess it up.

Power Rangers continues the baffling trend of retro beat'em'up revivals. I don't understand it. Retro beat'em'ups are really boring. Though I say that, but I was really cynical about that Toxic Crusaders beat'em'up and I actually really enjoyed the demo. And Streets of Rage 4 was good, too. And I loved Shredder's Revenge. The first person stuff in Power Rangers looks interesting, at least.

Blumhouse getting into horror games makes me feel bad because I remember like, at least a decade ago, maybe more, talking about ideas I had for a horror game with a friend. That friend was pretty well-connected with game industry stuff and he told me horror games were "about to blow up big time" and that "there's no better time to put out a horror game." I didn't make my game, and now we're tripping over horror games from everywhere, all the time. I mean, jeeze, for a Steam sale around Halloween, all of the Dread X Collections were discounted and I bought all of them. That's like 20-50 horror games right there. And now you got Blumhouse in on it. I coulda been on the ground floor.

Still trying not to care about Dragon Ball Z Sparking Zero. I don't like the Tenkaichi-style arena Dragon Ball fighters. I played Tenkaichi 3 on the Wii and it had like a TWO HOUR tutorial for a game that ultimately felt really stiff and awkward. This doesn't look as stiff, but it does seem to be a bit of an effects overload now.

But we'll see. I'm open to my mind being changed.

I dunno if I have anything else of value to say besides it seems weird for Street Fighter 6 to already be dipping into guest characters and having their entire next four fighters take an entire year to come out.

[maxandhisdelusions]

Man, I bought Disco Elysium a long time ago, I can't even remember when but surely around a year ago during a Steam sale. I have never played it before nor knew much about it, but two of my closest friends that know me for fucking forever recommended it in separate occasions because "dude, you will love it".

Anyway, fast forward to today: felt like playing something but not really in the mood to grind in Stardew Valley ('cause I am chasing perfection, separate issue really lol). My brother in Christ, what a fucking game. I played for almost 5 hours and still have no fucking clue what's going on. I fucking love it. My friends were so fucking right, I am enjoying it a shit ton. I told my brother about it and I suppose he would like it too, but idk if the game mechanics and the slowness of the story would be kinda boring for him.

This just makes me so fucking grateful of having friends around me that not only care for me to even recommend something that they think I will enjoy, but also know me so fucking well that they literally never miss with their recommendations (music, movies, series, games, books, they are always on fucking point).

[turtlemagnum]

remember when cyberpunk 2077 came out, i played it with steam family share from my (at the time) girlfriend's account. beforehand, i had gotten a GPU for christmas, an AMD RX570 4GB that i managed to talk my mom into buying me since it was on sale/used for about 100 bucks. turned out, the shitty prebuild desktop i had been using didn't even have a slot for a GPU, much less the physical clearance or a strong enough power supply. i told my dad, and since this was around 2020 he had just gotten a stimulus check. he had claimed me on it and got more money, even though he didn't have custody of me. my mom was pissed, but made the mistake of saying that it "would've been spent on me anyways", so i told him that and thus was born my current PC. he spent the entire goddamn stimulus check on it, including the mouse, keyboard, and screen. my mom was pissed, i didn't care because i wasn't living with her anymore and i had this baller new PC. the bottleneck, was, of course, the budget oriented GPU that i myself provided. i remember, a little while before he even told me he had built the damn thing, i saw a video where a guy did benchmarks on a PC with 32 gigabytes of RAM, and i thought to myself "wow, why would anybody need that much". as my mentioning of this implies, the PC had 32 gigs of RAM, and frankly i appreciate it purely because of how many browser tabs i have open at any given time. anyways, cyberpunk 2077, i forget what the recommended specs were at around that time, but looking at it now it says an RX580 as a bare minimum. that sounds about right, because i vaguely remember thinking something to the effect of "well, mine's only slightly weaker, should be fine! :)". well, it technically ran. i hit 30 FPS looking at a blank wall, and that was if i was lucky, but i definitely got used to the choppy 10-20 after a while. was still fun. i remember there being a hell of a lot of ludonarrative dissonance, what with the whole story being "you're a dead man walking, you're a weak link in a big scary world, you're sooo soso powerless in all of this", meanwhile i broke the difficulty with relatively little effort and was able to smack basically everyone with a baseball bat and kill em in one shot. one of the more fun broken aspects of the game was this glitch, i think it was called the khop. you know how in botw speedruns, if you use bullet time before bouncing off of an enemy and resume time, it sends you flying like a goddamn rocket? and it's because the momentum being applied in the slowed time gets sped up, so when time starts moving normally the speed is just multiplied. it was a bit like that, except it was a lot easier because slowing time could be done just by pressing a direction twice, and instead of requiring an enemy you just crouchspam and now you're flying like superman. was honest to god one of the funnest unintentional movement mechanics in a game i've ever used, rocket jumping couldn't even compare. again, really added to the whole disempowerment narrative the game was going for just not working

[kidmachinate]

Do It Later

**no picture, it won't let me put one in, plus this post is long overdue...I'll do it later...**

There are consequences to waiting almost always. The black and white way to look at it is time doesn’t come back. We can’t apply that to everything you might say. Perhaps this isn’t fair. Life doesn’t care about what isn’t fair. This post could have been a million different things and in self-reflection, I was wondering if it was time for a mix of life/gaming post or a strictly gaming impressions/review post, or even reflecting on recently seeing The Super Mario Bros. Movie. All of these things have crossed my mind, but what have I done? I decided to do it later. Maybe these posts will happen, maybe they won’t. Many times, this means we won’t. If we do it later, we make a conscious choice, for whatever it applies to, that it isn’t important. It can wait. If we keep doing this, we show whatever it is we are putting off is not just put a pin in it, but it is not important at all. Making this choice with select life events or people in your life is a literal path to failure at worst or in a hard to come back from situation at best.

There’s several different ways I can go with this. We all procrastinate to some extent. For me, I’ll be honest and say I wish I had gotten into investing earlier. It’s scary to think that had I never gotten involved in a previous job, which led me to interest in alternative markets, which years later would lead me to traditional markets. It inspired me to get into investing. I think constantly what if I did this for a decade longer? What if I stayed with my parents a few more years and put this knowledge to work? Maybe I should have forced myself to get my recent car sooner as continued to put money into a dying vehicle. I can’t worry about this all now. I can only change the present going into the future.

Another big scenario for me is deciding to have key conversations with people I care about. I lack boundaries. This is a huge mistake. It leads to people thinking anything goes. It doesn’t benefit you because you’re always torn between whatever needs people have and it doesn’t benefit the person you’re enabling because they don’t learn anything. You make the boundaries to make sure this doesn’t happen and to learn self-respect as well. Confrontation is also hard…mostly. I’m all for standing what it right, but who wants to confront someone and make things awkward because you know how things are going to play out? Do it anyway, right? Well, yes. You have to know who is going to respect you and who isn’t. Everyone is selfish to some extent and you may find yourself disappointed with the results. Maybe when having a conversation you get put into the do it later category. That’s one thing if this means someone needs time to process or think things over. It is another is this is simply evasion or an attempt to take advantage of ones potential goldfish brain. Time will pass and we will simply forget what concerned you magically goes away. Like the above, this has consequences. I need to make proper firm boundaries. This won’t be a problem anymore. However, I put it in the do it later category all the time.

How about that good old gaming backlog for the gamers out there? Do you have Steam? Do you like sales? Are you ever gonna play those ten to a hundred plus games you forgot you even bought? We all know the answer. This won’t stop you from getting the latest Call of Duty though will it? You can always just play the other stuff later. How about “always being busy”? That’s fine but quite possibly a distraction of sorts from the outside or social relationships. You’ve told people you might care about continuously they are in the do it later category. I hope that sacrifice pays the rent at the very least, or time management might need to be in the do it now category.

In many walks of life, we don’t have a later. So much demanding our attention now. Work, kids, school, car repairs, various holiday parties to keep appearances with the family, the list goes on. The entirety of adulting 101 (paying bills and not being homeless, on a basic level). We can’t do it all right now, but we have to truly separate now from later and realize that not everything can be in either category. If you mix them up, you’re gonna struggle with who you even are as a person. Our kids have time. Us millennials, sure being woke might be “cool” but we ourselves need to wake up. Our time is limited. Tell someone you love them today and truly decide what is important. Some of what you decide isn’t is perfectly fine. We need to do better however about putting too many important things in the do it later category…because do it later many times leads to do it never. Control the fire and rise. Don’t continue to use it to burn bridges.

[bunny-heels]

I just messaged a blogger here today called “easternmind” about Gadget cause he had interviewed the series creator a long time ago, and he told me the reason the 2011 remake was taken down was most likely because of poor sales making it so that the cost was too expensive to keep on the Apple App Store. What a shame, it’s hard to emulate the games, I’m still trying to figure it out.

They should’ve published it on Steam and had the marketing push that it inspired Half Life, and get Guillermo Del Toro and David Lynch to endorse it cause they’re fans, that would’ve gotten some eyes on it, I’ll bet!

Side note, last time I talked about Gadget here I said Slowslop probably killed Orlovsky in the game timeline, but in the art book Louis did kill him there like in the Third Force so my mistake, though I still think Slowslop was looking at Orlovsky’s corpse in the promo trailer for the remake and they could have possibly changed a couple things for the remake, but I guess we’ll never know!

Someday maybe I’ll try my hand at either writing a video or writing an essay on the Gadget influence in Half Life, I don’t know, I’m busy for now with school stuff.

SO SORRY IT TOOK SO OONG TO REPLY TO THIS I HAVE A BRAIN OF DIRT

im so sad it did so poorly i wouldve loved to play it. i hope they get to make something in the future because Gadget was in its own bubble and it deserves to be recognized

i think if anything he shouldve released it on a game sharing platform thats similar to itchio or gamejolt. though i cant think of any sites that were like them back in the 2010s

if anything I'd guess Louis killed Orlovsky and Slowslop pretended to care around others but was probably laughing his ass off seeing his corpse. he probably patted Louis on the back about it while Louis was mortified

i'd LOVE to either or listen to whatever you have to say about it cause it'd been great to hear someone else talk about it

[faint-kitten]

Being a Hypercompetitive, trash talking asshole isn't "just part of the fun." It's killing your game.

I was streaming at the time and didn't have a chance to fully articulate what happened, But essentially, after years of Titanfall 2's servers being DDossed and left unplayable, I got into a few matches after Steam had a big Steam sale. The person in question began the game in Text chat saying "It's cheek clappin time" (only they didn't say cheek clapping)

Then proceeded to bitch about his entire team (me included). When he saw we were losing he told the top player to stop playing, and make us lose the match.

He told them to go AFK, because we weren't worth it (he was only 3rd on the list btw, trailing way behind the top players). He bitched about people not knowing how to use mechanics in the game ("It's like none of these guys have ever heard of titan weapons before")

Then he claimed "Steam brought in a lot of idiots" (only he didn't say idiots) He seemed to be under the impression that Steam users vs people who bought the game through Origin were...worse? And that all these new players brought in by the steam sale were bad because they were new ("Not a double digit among them" referring to the Regen level, or Re-up level.)

This was about Titanfall 2...in 2022. A game so dead, you can only play one game mode. A game so dead, the fans created a custom Server for it.

Don't let your whole sense of self worth be tied to how good you are at a video game that the world LITERALLY doesn't care about anymore. That isn't going to be getting any new content, or any bigger. Don't let yourself be so full of yourself, so toxic that the simple act of LOSING a game you can BARELY play with ANYONE anymore, makes you drive away the people who are left. Then claim it's all part of the experience. This man felt like he stepped out of 2012. Ten years ago. Gamers(TM) need to grow up. Getting upset is part of the experience, taking it out on others is not part of the experience. Making other people upset just makes you an asshole. If men weren't insecure about an ungodly ammount of things they wouldn't be driven to prove themselves this way. Understand the world around you my man. You're part of a random team, and random teams are going to do random, chaotic, stupid things. Have your fun, get some kills and call it a day. That's what prompted this rant where I was like: "My dude: How do you expect to keep a dying community alive, if you bully and gatekeep everyone who comes in? How do you expect to have people to play with, if sales don't bring new players in?" If you want a non toxic gaming experience you can play with me at Faint_Kitten on twitch

[mildlymaddy]

Snapshots of a lovely Christmas weekend 🎄

[sally-mun]

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

Y’ALL

Y’ALL

CHRIST I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO PROPERLY DO WITH THIS INFORMATION

Okay, okay, let me calm down

So.

SO.

Some of you out there, who’ve either been around a very long time or just enjoy my suffering

may remember

THIS

For those blissfully unaware, this is one of the worst games I’ve ever played in my life. I won’t go into the reasons why here, but if you’re curious, here’s the record of my very painful process of playing this game. All complaints about why the game is absolute garbage aside, some things of note from that playthrough are:

It’s one of the worst cases of false advertising I’ve ever seen, like literally nothing it boasts about on its Steam page is true

Both the “original” edition and the “complete” edition were on Steam at the same time, for the same price, with zero differences between them, including achievements

THEY EXPECTED YOU TO PAY $20 FOR THIS FUCKING DUMPSTER FIRE

$40 ACTUALLY IF YOU WANTED BOTH VERSIONS, WHICH I CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WOULD ASIDE FROM BEING A COMPLETIONIST I GUESS

Even so I got this game on sale and paid $12, which became a running joke through the playthrough because I wanted to laugh instead of cry that I’d spent $12

My $12 purchase apparently netted me both versions because I sure as hell didn’t buy it twice but both of them ended up in my account, which is why I was able to see (and boggle at) them both

So anyway I frequently do this thing where I’ll just randomly scroll through my Steam library and wait for a title to strike me when I’m ready to start a new game, and today I came across the two copies of Major/Minor and clicked through both of them, because there’s SO little difference between the “original” and “complete” edition that they’re not even listed differently, they both say “Major/Minor” and I don’t know which is which until I click on them. Anyway I randomly check in on these two because I’ve played through one but decidedly have NOT done the other, because fuck this fucking game I’m only playing it for charity.

Anyway when I clicked between them today I couldn’t math properly and thought there’d been a chance in the achievements, and that one suddenly had more than the other. I was initially ready to fucking RAGE at this concept but decided to look into it first and clicked to view the store page of what turned out to be the “original.” That’s when I found THIS:

HOLY SHIT Y’ALL, THE “ORIGINAL” VERSION IS GONE. Not gonna lie, I got REALLY excited to see that, and wondered if the dev had actually wised up and realized it was shitty to have two identical games listed at the same time or if they’d gotten in trouble with Steam and were told to either differentiate them or take one down. Either way I don’t care, I’m just glad ONE OF THEM IS GONE thank fucking god maybe it’ll spare a few people from getting suckered into doing this nonsense a second time.

But then I had thought, what if it wasn’t just the original. What if BOTH of these fucking things had been delisted! Oh MAN what a Valentine’s Day miracle THAT would be! So I hurried over to the “complete” edition  a n d  t h a t ‘ s  w h e n  I  s a w  t h i s:

OKAY I. I HAVE EXTREMELY MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS. ON THE ONE HAND I’M GLAD THE DEV ISN’T FUCKING SWINDLING PEOPLE OUT OF $20 ANYMORE BUT ON THE OTHER HAND FUCK YOU DEV YOU SWINDLED TONS OF PEOPLE OUT OF $20 AND NOW YOU MAKE THIS SHIT -=FREE?!?!=- EVEN HAVING GOTTEN THIS PIECE OF CRAP ON SALE I -STILL- PAID MORE THAN YOU GODDAM “SUPPORT DONATION” PRICE.

And speaking of which, am I weird to be offended that the donation amount is still $10?? I’ve seen lots of free-to-play games have things like this, but in those cases 1) you almost always got something FOR the donation, like an extra bit of content or the soundtrack or something, and 2) it’s normally like ONE dollar, not frickin’ TEN.

Oh, but that’s not all. Once I recovered from the slight seizure I had at this info, I vaguely wondered about the “sequel” to Major/Minor (I have no idea if it’s actually a sequel but it was advertised as such), Winds of Change. I made the mistake of scrolling down aaaaaand:

YEP, WE’RE BACK TO THAT FUCKING $20 PRICE POINT. I’m reasonably sure that’s been its price since it came out, but silly me, I had a minor (lol) glimmer of hope that if the “price” of Major/Minor had come down then MAYBE this dev had reassessed his work in general and cut down the price on the other one, too. But this is just a day for my dreams to be dashed, I guess!

Also, can we take a moment to vomit over this?

No sir, you do NOT get to boast about a 97% positive review score when you were so well known for using SUPER shady techniques to manipulate the review score average for your previous game (which, by the way, was exactly how Major/Minor swindled me in the first place).

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! As if I hadn’t already punished myself enough, I then made the mistake of actually CLICKING that little banner, and oh what the FUCK do I find but this:

LOL I’M SORRY, WHAT? YOU’RE CHARGING $20 FOR THE GAME AND $10 FOR THE SOUNDTRACK? AND HOLY SHIT, LOOK HOW GENEROUS THAT DISCOUNT IS IF YOU BUY BOTH OF THEM TOGETHER!

All I can say is that I sure as FUCK hope this game at least hired an actual musician to create an original soundtrack and that THAT is at least worth its price -- AND that said money goes directly and specifically TO that musician, and not to this shady fucking dev.

And at this point, I’m sure some of you are thinking that I’m being an incredibly outrageous bitch because I’m shouting about a game that I’ve never played, so I have no idea if it’s actually an improvement over its predecessor. I will freely admit this! I am completely judging this game without ever having played it; however, all I’ll say is that this is part of the consequences of the dev having been so fucking shady the first time around, because my trust is COMPLETELY destroyed between the shitty experience I had and the ridiculous crap that other users faced. I’ll never give this dev any of my money again, so whether or not Winds of Change is better than Major/Minor is irrelevant, because I will never, EVER play it, not even for charity. I’d sooner just plain donate the cost of the game to charity directly, because it’d do more good there than in this dev’s pocket.

So in conclusion, fuck this dev and fuck these games and fuck the hours I am apparently STILL devoting to this miserable experience, thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[itstheblob]

*sigh* i didn’t want to make this video

I don’t like to be critical (I vastly prefer to enjoy things and think they’re good :P ) and I’ve been holding my tongue, but I keep seeing this and now it’s on steam’s home page and now I’ve forgotten what I was browsing to the home page to look for in the first place >:(

Klei’s been using terms like “season finale” and “end of story arc”. That implies that a story was told, when it would be more accurate to say “Klei threw in a bunch of confusing and kind of maybe connected lore in this series of updates that might eventually be used as background for telling a story, and most of that lore is extremely tedious to access and requires long multi-part quests and boss fights that are probably beyond the skill of the majority of the player base- so as far as the average player’s experience, it probably might as well not be in the game.”

I shill things for sale on the internet myself, and I fully understand that ‘season finale’ is a lot catchier and more attention grabbing than ‘end of a cycle of updates that kind of were related?’ But, well, I’ve been hoping for Klei to tell a real story, only to watch them edge towards that and then just continue to drop in mystery boxes instead, setups and few to no payoffs, and I’m a little bit irked. I understand that DST isn’t really a story-focused game, and I don’t feel like they’re obligated to tell one. The frustration comes in because they’re talking like they did tell a story, or at least a part of one, but I don’t think they really did that with the Return of Them updates. (Some of the character shorts tell mini-stories that work well. Some better than others. But that’s not what they mean by the ‘season’, so I’m not going to count it either.) The terminology implying that they did feels a little disingenuous to me. 

I know  1) no one asked 2) I might be in the minority for feeling this way 3) I don’t tell coherent stories either (though I also try not to pretend that I do) but I’m frustrated and Tumblr, if nothing else, is definitely a platform for airing meaningless feelings.

(I don’t really care about this subject enough to follow up on or discuss any replies to this, if you disagree with me feel totally free to say so, but I probably won’t respond, I only really have enough motivation for the one wall of text & i know my followers probably don’t want to see this post recur on my blog anyway)

edit: I suppose to end on a more positive note, I am very much looking forward to the next character short. 

[get-shiggy-with-it]

#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

[harvestdew]

10 and 26 for the ask! ...i dont know gow to copy paste emojies on mobile sorry-

Gonna be real with you azu. i forgot i rbed the ask thing and wondered why my inbox was lighting up and got afraid LMFAOOO

10. Which sdv parent would you let raise you? robin because she seems like a mom who cares about you just enough without really overstepping her boundaries IDK she seems to really care about her kids and their wellbeing. imo jodi seems too overbearing to me (the parent who barges into your room and doesn't close the door) and i never got any good or bad vibe from caroline. pierre is eh and i wouldn't really want kent as my dad

26. 🌾 - What or who introduced you to stardew valley? my ex gf introduced it to me but tbh i thought i wasn't gonna give a fuck only cuz i got asked to play to beta multiplayer. tl;dr i got told it was like if animal crossing and minecraft were 1 game so i bought it on sale except i ended up playing it every single day in the summer until i reached 1.1k hours on steam