#ANYWAYS NO SPOILERS PLEASE I HAVENT FINISHED THE GAME YET!!! I JUST LOVE HIM!!!!
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local single dad does his best for daughter + 7 adopted teenagers
#persona 5#persona 5 strikers#p5#p5s#p5s spoilers#zenkichi hasegawa#akane hasegawa#haru okumura#futaba sakura#ren amimaya#ANYWAYS NO SPOILERS PLEASE I HAVENT FINISHED THE GAME YET!!! I JUST LOVE HIM!!!!#he’s just so…. (cries)#i realized while making this just how similar his daughter looks to him and i started punching a wall#art-emis
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P: Ryōhei Arisu x Fem!Reader
S: You couldn’t leave the poor man laying on the street. He couldn’t help falling for the girl who was always by his side.
W: aib spoilers, cursing, alludes to sexual content, beach arc, arisu a bit ooc (downbad), mentions of death, violence
N: Y/N is your first name, L/N is your last name. this has been sitting in my drafts for too long also i havent even finished the series yet i left off on s2 ep5 but i practically know the rest of the plot cuz i got fuckin spoiled… i started this like months ago now im just trying to make sense of the plot anyways hot emo gamer nerd man woopwoop sexy ahh mf i love kento yamazaki
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Yuzu walks beside you with the rabbit she just hunted in a plastic bag, a confident strut in her step. “We should get your clothes washed. Then again, I don’t know if you have any other clothes to wear.” She says, noticing the stains and dirt on your attire from previous games. You point to a shopping mall down the street you just walked.
She sighs. “I guess you could loot the place. Then we can wash your clothes.” You begin to get excited until she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll go by yourself, though. You know the way back by heart.” You freeze up, complying with her terms considering that she was right. It wasn’t like you needed someone to nanny you 24/7, you were just scared of the thought that something could happen while Yuzu didn’t know.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’re strong and have the ears of a bat.” She pats your shoulder, the compliment you found strange but accepted anyways. You notice a lump of clothes and a hand on the street, noticing it’s another person after approaching closer.
You jog over to them, sitting on your knees in order to get a good look at the stranger’s face. You move his hand, his arm ending up on your legs. You end up nearly laying down with him while trying to get your head lined up with his, your fingers moving his hair out of the way to see his face more clearly.
His face and hands are tainted and covered in dirt and dust, including his clothes and shoes. His eyes are half open, yet they fully notice you when Yuzu calls your name. “Y/N! What are you doing?” She begins to walk over, prompting you to turn back to the man. You stutter out a few words when you realize he notices you there. “…you… okay?”
He’s alive, that’s for sure. You can hear his soft breathing, and his arm tensed up. “I wanna die here.” He softly speaks, the sudden request surprising you before you can say anything. Yuzu catches up, standing behind you, her shadow looming over the man. She watches you play with the man’s fingers, observing the cuts and dirt in the crevices of the skin and under his nails.
“Is he alive?” She asks. You nod, wondering what to do. You don’t want to leave him there, but you knew that Yuzu wouldn’t just let someone into your bunker unless she was the one to bring them in. This guy seemed different, though. What had he gone through in order for him to want to starve himself on the street? “We have to go. It’s gonna get dark soon.”
You let the man’s hand rest on the ground as you get up, looking behind you occasionally to see his figure slowly turn into a small speck the further you walk away. “Why’d you stop for him? You wouldn’t do that for anyone else.” She was right, but you didn’t know if she’d believe your answer. “He feels guilty.” Those were the words you were looking for.
“Even so, wouldn’t anyone be full of guilt to lay on the road like that?”
You point at him. “Wants to die.”
Yuzu just nods as her head slowly turns to face the road in front of her.
“Fine then. We’ll just leave him.” You want to protest, but can’t seem to say anything. To Yuzu, you just can’t get the words out at all. She was so strong; her presence alone intimidated you. You always watched yourself around her, considering that you had to learn from her and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself.
You’ve always had a hard time talking to people. Was it the fact you were bullied for merely speaking, raising a hand up to answer in class, to have a normal conversation with anyone? Yes. Slowly, day after day, you stopped talking. No one noticed, anyways, so it didn’t matter. You’ve been to therapy for it, but when you tried to talk, it was hard to put how you felt into words.
The sentences formed, but you couldn’t say anything out loud.
You usually spoke in smaller sentences, nothing detailed but enough for others to understand, which wasn’t useful living in a world where detail is key. If you were given the chance, you’d simply point and finish your sentence from there. Yuzu’s trying to help you through it, but she states that going out to get paper is a waste of time. She’s smart enough to put the pieces together through your phrases, figuring out why you rarely spoke.
“You’ll go out tomorrow. We’re running low on fuel for the gas stove and we need batteries. You can get anything else you need while you’re there.” She says, not really giving you much of a choice. It’ll be fine, right? Low chance of you ever running into someone while you’re… alone.
You point to your shirt with small stains on it. “New clothes.” Yuzu also looks at your shirt, sighing. “You can get new clothes, too. Speaking of which, can you also get soap?” You try to visualize what it would look like to carry all those things in your hands. “Too much. I’ll drop it.” You say, holding your arms out in front of you. “I can get you a bag.”
You hated how fragile plastic bags were, how easily they’d tear and rip, especially the handles. If something was too heavy, the pressure would go onto your fingers, and it hurts more than it looks. You shake your head no, trailing behind Yuzu. “Geez, you’re so stubborn. Might as well get a reusable bag while you’re at it.”
The list of things never ends.
“I can do… two trips.” You hold up two fingers, your friend letting out a huff. “If that’s alright with you, I suppose. Our visas are still good for a few more days, then we’ll have to play another game. So be careful tomorrow; don’t get hurt.” Yuzu warns. You nod profusely, her patting your back.
The first trip there you’d gotten the gas and batteries and a few extra flashlights just in case, snagging a reusable bag to make the trip easier. You always snagged reusable bags, but for some reason they always went missing more often than Yuzu’s plastic ones.
On the way back, when you didn’t stare at the sky or the garbage on the street, you noticed the guy still laying on the street in nearly the exact same position. You walked over carefully, kneeling down again and moving his hair out of his face. He was still breathing, but was sleeping soundly on the cement. The air that exhaled through his nose brushed against your arm, startling you a bit, but you stopped yourself from nearly flinching too hard and waking him up.
That day, you left him be.
The next day, it rained.
Your bag had a zipper, so thank god that your new clothes didn’t get soaked that day. Even with your umbrella, the wind would’ve blown the rain onto your shirts and bottoms. You nearly ran home, until the sight of the same man still laying on the street in the pouring rain stops you. It could just be the horrible conditions, or the thought of his clothes getting drenched bothering you so much, but you run over and hold the umbrella above both your heads.
Your first thought was to carry him bridal style, but then you’d have to ditch the umbrella, which you obviously weren’t gonna do. Instead, you tap his shoulder, and when he doesn’t respond, you tap his cheek. He blinks a few times, and that’s all you need to help him up and support him with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. He still slouches, head down, but as long as he didn’t fall asleep on the way there, he’d be fine.
You slide open the warehouse curtain, Yuzu gawking at the sight of you supporting another person. “Close it.” You tell her. She gets up and runs past you, you remembering you had to climb a ladder to get up. Yuzu climbs up, helping you carry him to the elevated surface, letting you set the man down on your old cardboard bed. You take off his jacket, setting it aside while you take your shirt off and dry him as best you can with it. Even while you’re doing this, he doesn’t seem to wake up. His eyes remain half open the entire time until he’s fully laid down, them closing shut.
You zip up your outer jacket, being met with Yuzu looming over you. You begin to open the bag with excitement before she drags you to the opposite side of the site. “What were you thinking? Bringing him here?”
“3 days. He slept on the street for 3 days.”
“Okay, but still. You need to be careful.”
“He was giving up. I didn’t like that.”
“So what if you didn’t like that? If he wants to die, he’ll die.”
“I’ve seen death before. He will regret it.” Your words come together slowly, yet you still feel frustrated as you couldn’t say it how you wanted to. “You’ve been like him before. You should understand.” You add, walking back to the unconscious man. You lay down beside him, staring at his face.
He’s ridden with dirt and dust, and he smelled of it too, with a hint of blood and the tiniest smidge of something botanical. His clothes were soaked and they were soaking the cardboard beneath him. There was probably still some lying around this place anyways.
The first time you saw him on the street, he looked familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Now that he’s in your base, giving you the ability to stare at him for the next 10 minutes, you realize that this was the man that saved you in his first game that he played.
Yuzu looks at you, laying on the bare concrete ground after you sacrificed your former makeshift cardboard mattress for the stranger that laid next to you. “Y/N.” You don’t move, laying still beside the man. She sees your fingers brush his hair out of his eyes, his face fully visible. “I’m sorry. Come help with dinner.” You shift, then finally get up and join her, looming over her workspace and watching her prepare rice.
“I got an extra knife for you.” She hands you a smaller knife and a cutting board, along with some vegetables that looked like they were just washed. You place them down on the cutting board, frozen and lost in space. “You don’t want him to starve, do you?” Yuzu speaks up, snapping you out of it as you begin to help.
“You were right.” She says, the lack of context clues only making you confused. “I was like him. I did nothing. I felt like dying. But I’m here now.” She suddenly stops what she’s doing, looking at you. “I’m sorry. You did something good, but I still don’t trust him.” You nod.
You understood why she was skeptical of him. Something in you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him behind.
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“Are you really just gonna stay with him until he wakes up?”
You sat down by the man a while ago, noticing he turned and laid face up while you were making food with Yuzu. She’s currently eating at your one-person makeshift table, staring at you from there. You shrug, eating from your own smaller canister. The bowls you found came in packs of four, which was convenient if he was going to wake up and eat.
It’s nothing but the light of the lamp on the desk and the skylight above that helps you see throughout your small living space. Yuzu is about to finish her food while you sit by the stranger, getting up to put your bowl away after finishing your food.
“He’s awake.” Yuzu says, your eyes shifting to the sight of him blinking. You get a clean spoon and cup and scoop a serving into the bowl you used, pouring water into the cup. His eyes meet yours, freezing you in place for a moment before you remembered who the food in your hands was for. You set the bowl and cup down next to him before sitting down by him again. His eyes follow you the entire time.
“Why did you save me?” He asks. You say nothing but stare at him, his eyes focused on the ceiling now. “You want to live.” You reply. He merely scoffs with a sigh. “But I don’t deserve to live anymore.” Your heart aches as he begins to cry, but as he speaks, you realize you’ve been in his shoes before.
“We know how you feel.” You say, your hand tucking his hair behind his ear. “How you feel… we have felt it before.” You look over at Yuzu, and she smiles with a nod, meaning you’ve explained it better. “I saw my mom die while I lived. After that, I tried to die. I saw death for a second, but survived. Death isn’t pretty. It is darkness. It is nothing.” Yuzu stares at you with wide eyes as you try to speak. Your hand trembles and pauses while your fingers brush through his hair. “Your friends want you to live, so live. You will die sometime; a game, your visa, but don’t force it. For now, eat while you are still alive.”
He stares at you, who sits in front of him with her fingers brushing his hair. He simply lays there, staring at the bowl of food. “Y/N, just let him be. He’ll eat it when he needs to.” Yuzu says, your hand reluctantly moving away from his head. You turn off the lights before joining her in the tent, laying next to her. Meanwhile, the man lays on the cardboard, exhausted, but wondering what you meant by all that and why you played with his hair.
He distinctly remembers you, getting on your knees to check him on the road. You carried him when taking him to the warehouse, and he could’ve sworn he’s seen you in a game before. What did you mean when you said that you’ve seen death? Did you reincarnate or something?
He was too tired to think about it.
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You wake up, Yuzu not beside you and light shining through the fabric of the tent, meaning she’d gotten up earlier than you to warm up. You had less of an athletic prowess than Yuzu did, so you normally stayed behind whenever she went for her morning jog.
Leaving the tent, you first notice the empty bowl that held only a seed by the man’s head. With the sunlight shining bright through the windows, you wonder if he is awake or not. “Wake up. We’re playing today.” You say, the man lying still, nearly convincing you he was still asleep. You fill up a water bottle, waiting for him to respond but getting nothing. “Do you remember the one game?” You ask, knowing he won’t respond.
“Live or Die.” The name brings back painful memories of his friends, one of them coming out with a burnt leg. “You saved me there. I would have… died at the one door.”
“One door?”
“The door after the girl died.”
“The second one?” That’s the word you were looking for. You nod. “I didn’t wanna die then. I didn’t want anyone to end up like the high schooler.” He adds. You sit down in the same spot again. You take one of his hands, holding it, your fingers gently playing with his palm. “You saved Yuzu. She would not be alive if you did not scream.”
“Were you there?” He asks. You shake your head. “She told me.” You respond with a sigh. “I… don’t want you to die. Let us save you.” You loosen your grip nearly to the point where you let go of his hand. He slowly but surely sits up, back against the boxes. He takes a good look at you, your hair tucked behind your ears and eyes moving like they’re looking for something.
“Why do you talk like that?” His full stare intimidates you, given this is the first time you’ve ever seen his eyes when they aren’t closed or covered by his hair. You tilt your head, confused. “Your sentences seem… broken.”
You play with your fingers, staring at his hand and wish you were playing with it. “It is hard for me to talk. I was laughed at. Words are in my head… but they don’t come out.” You summarize, hoping he’d understand. He nods slightly, noticing your friend come back from who knows where. She tosses something up before climbing the ladder. “I got a tent for him. But no mattress yet. How long have you been awake? Did you stretch yet?”
You shake your head, noticing Yuzu’s eyes drifting over to the man. “Come with us?” You ask, holding your hand out for him to take. He accepts, being pulled up onto his feet. “Okay?” You check in while he nods. You offer him some water, nearly finishing your whole bottle. You take him by the wrist, descending down the ladder and pulling him with you to the gate.
“Let’s go.”
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Your fingers hold onto the sleeve of the man’s jacket gently as you walk into the highway tunnel. In his first game, he never introduced himself to you, and you never saw his name on his phone screen, though you remembered his friends constantly screaming his name after each door. He later introduced himself as ‘Arisu’, Yuzu seeming to know his name already before you did.
The walk is long to the registration, Yuzu sighting a bus heavily graffitied a bit in. Your hand grips onto his arm, Arisu noticing. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Nervous. Always nervous… for new games.” You explain, hoping he’d understand.
You had a bad habit of holding onto people before entering registration. Before you met Yuzu, everyone you accidentally latched onto cursed at you, or shook you off their arm, which was understandable. No one likes a stranger randomly holding onto their arm out of nowhere. You just hated the fact it was your first instinct. When Yuzu came along, she was the first person to listen—to understand.
But Arisu was content with it. He didn’t swat you off, or stare at you weirdly. He simply let you be, holding onto his arm like a koala hugging a branch. You worried that your grip was too tight or that he could feel you shake, but he didn’t seem to react, so those worries went away eventually. You clung onto him the moment you stepped into the bus, taking one of the phones before noticing there were three other guys seated in the back.
They’ve played their last few games together, however, one of them was visibly injured. In a world like this, injury holds you back from everything, which puts you at risk of death. You felt sympathy for the man, but also felt intimidated by him and his friends given that they were staring at the three of you intently.
Arisu picks up his phone, looking at the names of the participants, landing on yours.
L/N Y/N
“Ryō…hei?” You stutter, looking at your phone. Arisu looks down at you, a bit confused. “Y/N calls people by their first name. Sometimes.” Yuzu explains, which cleared some things up, but it didn’t help a whole bunch. “Can I call you that?” You ask. “Can you call me Ryō?” He restates your question, being followed by an eager nod from you. He simply shrugs and nods, and you’re glad he doesn’t mind.
One of the men huffs. “Your girlfriend?” He gestures to you, making you let go of Ryō’s sleeve and hide behind him. He shakes his head. “We just met today. Yesterday. A previous game.” His idiocy makes Yuzu shake her head while you try to hold in your laughs from behind. However, the man doesn’t seem all too convinced. “Whatever you say.”
The phone chime sounds, the robotic voice drawing attention to them.
Registration is now closed. The game is about to commence.
Difficulty: Four of Clubs
This was a team game. Your favourite kind.
There are a total of six participants.
Game: Distance
Rule: Endure the trial while striving for the goal within the time limit.
Clear condition: Safely attain the goal.
The game will now commence. 120 minutes remaining.
You look out the driver’s window, the tunnel seeming like it goes on forever. Your eyes are drawn to the dashboard of the bus, specifically the fuel. “It’s empty. Can’t drive.” You say. “Looks like we’ll have to run.” Yuzu says, Ryō’s eyes landing on the injured man in the back. “What about Takuma?”
You’re lost in thought for a moment, not wanting to die but also not wanting to leave the man behind. “All of you, run. I’ll stay with Takuma.” Yuzu and Ryō look at you as if you’ve said something stupid. “What? Y/N, we have to run.”
“We will try to do something. If I die, I die. I am okay with that. I don’t want to leave ‘Kuma alone. I will take care of him.” Yuzu suddenly hugs you, which catches you off guard. She pulls away, her face with a trace of disdain as she walks off, along with the two men that sat in the back. Before Ryō can leave, you grab his hand. Your thumbs rest in his palm before you warn him. “Don’t worry. We will be okay. You have to be careful.” He squeezes your hand, visibly doubtful as he walks off the bus to join the other three outside.
You watch from the window as they all run off, seemingly shrinking as they get farther away. You sit in the back, closer to the man. “Kuma? Is that your name for me?” He asks lazily, relaxing against his seat. “Yeah. Sorry.” You suddenly become timid at the sound of him laughing. “Don’t be. It’s cute.”
“Are you… giving up?” You ask, wondering how he’s so unfazed. “I am still worried. But even though we aren’t running, I feel as though we’ve already won.” He looks up at you and your solemn face. “We can’t do anything about it now, can we? I know you wanted to help me, but is there really anything we can do?”
“I don’t want to die. I know you don’t either. But I’m injured, and the only thing that can heal that is time. There isn’t enough time in this game to go away. So I understand what you’re saying. If we die, we die.” He waits for you to say something, looking at you when you stay silent. “What’s on your mind?”
“The… difficulty… is low. Why are they running so far? It shouldn’t be that far if it is only Four of Clubs.”
Kuma puts together what you’re trying to say, the look of realization on his face. “You’re right. But then, where is the goal?” You notice the graffiti reaching the bottoms of the windows, remembering how the bus was covered in it. You get up, leaving the bus, fingers brushing against the outside walls. There was nothing but casual graffiti gibberish that you never understood on the side with the door.
The other side, however, had a word written big and in blue.
GOAL
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Usagi’s water bottle empties after she offers it to the three men, who finish it in a heartbeat. She’s stopped by Arisu, who held onto her shoulder for a brief moment to get her attention. “Your friend… she confuses me. Why does she do these things?” Usagi’s automatically suspicious of Arisu, viewing his question as an insult. “What do you mean?”
“She’s very physical with my hair, my arm, my hands. No one does that to someone they just meet.” Usagi scoffs. “She cares. She’s worried about you. She’s worried about everyone. That’s why she offered to stay back with Takuma. When she held you back in the bus, she was worried about you, knowing that you’re still grieving. Y/N is a physical person in general, violent or affectionate. The only reason she kept going with it is because you hadn’t pushed her away. If you want her to stop, tell her.”
He didn’t want you to stop. Not really want, but more like he didn’t mind the gesture. He wasn’t bothered by it; really, he enjoyed it in the moment. It was comforting— something he hadn’t felt ever since his first game. Usagi laughs. “You should’ve seen her during a team game. She annihilated everybody, then went back to being all shy at the end.”
Arisu tries to imagine it, the thought of you killing people you didn’t know in order to survive. The more he tried, the more he wanted to push the thought out of his mind. The girl that gets clingy and nervous before games, the girl who convinced him to live, taking the lives of total strangers without hesitation? Honestly, he didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.
He realizes that Usagi’s already began running from the trial, forcing himself to catch up with her, along with the other two men.
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You’re pacing frantically down the walkway of the bus, forgetting that Kuma was sitting at the end of it. “L/N, what’s wrong?” His voice stops you, remembering you hadn’t told him yet. You looked like an idiot panicking over a reason he didn’t know. “The goal. We already won.”
“What?”
“They should have stayed. This is the goal. We are safe, they are not.” Kuma looks at you in disbelief, eyes wide. “Really? So… we’d survive?” You nod, looking at the graffiti on the window. “We have to do something! They’ve all ran and they need to get back here.”
You sigh, overwhelmed with emptiness. “We can’t.” You want to cry, but the tears aren’t there to flow. “What? What do you mean, we can’t?”
“They are too far. I can’t get them. Not enough time.” You say, sitting down next to him. His face is ridden with tears; he’s been crying all this time and you hadn’t noticed. You hug him, patting his head. You’re sure he’s confused as to why you’re doing this, but really it’s because you wish someone would comfort you the same way.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps, your head lifting up. “What happened?” Kuma sniffles. You get up, running to the door. “Someone is here.” You answer, him looking out the window. You step out of the bus, seeing someone running with a motorbike towards the bus. “L/N!” He calls, his messy, disheveled hair coming into a better view.
“Ryō!” You call, looking at the window where Kuma is looking out of, seeing that he noticed the bike too. Ryō runs over with the bike, both him and the hunk of metal leaning against the bus. You hug him, feeling a sense of relief that he would also survive. But then again, what about Yuzu?
“The bike,” he pants, “can fuel the bus. There’s diesel in here to fill the bus. We can drive and get Usagi and Yamane back.” You look at the bike, inspecting the shiny metal and the tank, hearing fuel sloshing around inside. You didn’t understand much about motorbikes or vehicles in general, but given that Ryō ran all the way back here with the bike convinced you that he knew what he was doing.
You explained everything to him, seeing the drive in his eyes to get Yamane and Usagi back grow in his gaze. Ryō stood behind you, Kuma in the driver’s seat. The voice on your phone reminds you, 5 minutes left. You hear a loud rumbling, telling Kuma to step on the gas. Tell is an understatement– you screamed at him.
He roughly avoided the cars on the highway street, ramming through the darker section where you see a body lay on the ground next to an animal you can’t define. As Kuma continues driving, you open the door, holding onto the bars and peeking your head out the window. You hear faint panting from a distance, the rumbling getting louder.
The sight of Yuzu running for her life from a flood of water chasing after her comes into view. You hold out your hand, screaming her name. Kuma’s foot slams on the pedal, speeding towards her. The water barely touches Yuzu’s heels as you grab her hand, pulling her into the bus and closing the door before the water could flood in.
And for a few moments, it’s dark.
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A drop of water falls on your face. Then another, then another. You think of getting up, until you noticed you were resting on Ryō’s chest.
Thank god you survived, but what is life if you woke up in the most awkward situation ever?
Yuzu laid next to you, and Kuma stayed in his own little area in the driver’s corner. You shake Yuzu, forcing her awake along with Ryō. He then proceeds to wake up Kuma, opening the door above all of you since he was the tallest one there. He struggles, but manages to climb out first, Yuzu following, then you, then all three of you making an effort to pull Kuma out of the door.
“The bus is the goal. There was no point in running.” All of you stare down at the word ‘GOAL’, painted in bright blue on the side of the bus you were standing on. Yuzu jumps down first, followed by you, Ryō, then Kuma. Ryō’s hand still clasps onto yours even after he helped you jumped down, bidding Kuma a regretful goodbye in hopes of seeing him again somehow.
Trying to be completely realistic, you’d probably never see him again, and that alone made it more sad.
He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s holding your hand, squeezing it every once in a while, specifically when you see him noticeably about to cry. “Y/N, let go of him. Unless you asked first.” Yuzu notices, making you embarrassed and pull your hand away. “I actually did it first. Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t notice. L/N. I meant L/N.” Ryō apologizes, but you shake your head, assuring him that it was okay.
Deep inside, you wished he didn’t let go.
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Yuzu had gone out for the next few days— sometimes you tagged along with her if you woke up early enough that she’d already left. You both had gotten intel on something called The Beach, and were planning to pack up and leave eventually to scour. She’s been going out to gather supplies for hunting and for shelter, including refills of water.
When you woke up to see Yuzu wasn’t laying next to you, you found solace with Ryō. He continued to talk about his friends, how they’d gotten here and how he witnessed them sacrifice themselves just for him to survive, knowing that they’d have to pick someone to live. He never understood why, and that is what he explained to you.
The entire time, your head rested on this shoulder, your hand playing with his own. “There are gaps in your heart you that cannot fill. That is what I’ve learned in this world.” You pause, piecing together a sentence in your head. “There is no time for grief. There is no time for anything.” You rest your hand on top of his with a sigh. “Do not let grief affect your need to win in games. You must focus, or you will break the last promise your friends made to you.”
“Hard for you to talk, huh?” He jokes, his shoulders lifting as he laughs, relaxing after. “How come you do all this?” You look at him, confused. “Like… this,” He shakes his hand that rests underneath yours. “And this.” He lifts the shoulder where your head rests. “You’re always next to me. Girls are never this close with me.”
You scoff, laughing, your fingers brushing over the back of his hand for a moment. “I wish someone cared for me like this. After my mom died.” There’s definitely a lack of closure in that sentence, which made the air awkward. “I want to… give you what I did not have. I hope you don’t mind. I can stop if you want.”
“No, it’s okay. I really don’t mind. Thank you. It’s just… I guess I never had anyone comfort me like this either.” Comfort. That’s the word. You mutter it quietly to yourself, remembering what it meant. You hadn’t felt it in a while as well, only feeling most comfortable whenever you stayed with Yuzu. Eventually, you found comfort in Ryō as well.
You traced patterns on Ryō’s hand, sometimes even spelling out words. It became a hobby of yours, and sometimes he’d try to guess what you were writing as well. “B…” He started, feeling the letters on his hand. “E, A, C, H…” He looked up at you with wonder in his eyes, being able to see something past his dark irises. “The Beach?” He says it as if it was something glorified. You nod, him grabbing your wrists. “What is the Beach? Do you know? Have you been there?” You’re overwhelmed by the questions he asks you, trying to process all of them at once.
“No. I heard another person talk about the Beach. I told Yuzu. Then she heard someone talk about it too. We want to know what it is.” You explain. Something lights up in Ryō’s head, the idea being explained to you. “Some people I’ve seen wore wristbands. They had numbers on them.”
“Follow. We will follow them.” You add, Ryō nodding eagerly.
“We’ll start looking. For supplies, then we’ll search at night. You can convince Usagi, can’t you?” You nod, only half sure of it. You felt that Ryō had a better chance of convincing her for some odd reason. Yuzu still intimidated Ryō— you could tell. He’d always seem… nervous around her.
Your hands are clasped together, his own covering them with a soft grip. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it out. We’ll stick together.”
That was a week ago.
Meanwhile Yuzu offered to take the solo tent as you were sleeping in a park during your period of locating the Beach. Her and Ryō bickered about it until she finally won (like usual), meaning that he’d have to sleep in the same tent as you.
Beside you.
You totally weren’t freaking out over it. Why was Yuzu so persistent to sleep alone anyways?
Except Ryō offered to sleep outside, in the grass, where all the bugs flew around. You heard slaps from outside repeatedly, trying to fall asleep. The thing with heightened hearing was that you heard everything. Almost everything. You heard the bugs buzz outside, you heard the soft pants of Ryō every time he slapped himself. It didn’t take you long to be so bothered by it, nearly breaking the zipper to open the tent.
“Come inside. Stop slapping your face.” You say sternly, visibly bothered. Ryō pauses for a second, kicking his shoes off before scrambling inside and zipping the tent shut. He looks at you, laying down normally, just realizing how close the two of you would be. You look back at him taking a deep breath after simply patting the spot beside you.
He lays down slowly, holding his breath, shoulders tense and tight. “Calm down. It’s only me.” You mutter, turning towards him. Your nose nudges his upper arm, your hand resting on top of his. You can hear his heart racing, yet he still didn’t listen to you. “Ryō. You’re okay.” You reassure, hearing him exhale and feeling his shoulders relax. Your eyes flutter shut in an attempt to fall asleep. His arm didn’t move, but you felt the tips of his fingers touch yours.
Just before you drift off, you feel his hand hold onto yours, his touch soft and comforting.
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This wasn't part of the plan.
You were being restrained by two men in bathing suits, being dragged into a large room where a bunch of people were standing in a circle. You tried to flail, but their grip on you was too strong. You first catch sight of Yuzu and Ryō, who are relieved to see that you were okay. "Y/N!"
“Ah, you three must know each other.” The man in front of you says, his orange robe blocking your vision. All your cards are laid out on the table, but it’d be too risky to grab them with two people guarding them with firearms.
From what the man said, there were three rules. You must wear a swimsuit, since firearms and/or weapons could not be concealed. Enjoy your life as much as you can, whether that be through doing drugs, having sex, or drowning yourself in alcohol. Lastly, death to the traitors, meaning the three of you didn’t have a choice but to accept if you wanted to live.
“L/N, Usagi… I’m sorry… for getting you involved.”You hear Ryō whisper from behind, your head slowly dropping, body language displaying that it was okay. “Don’t apologize. We were in this together.”
Judging from the man’s laugh, who you later learned was nicknamed ‘Hatter’, you were now a part of The Beach, like little pawns designed to win games that didn’t fully guarantee the benefit of being able to leave the hellish world.
You were sent into a room with one of the executives and Yuzu, being showed an array of swimsuits; one pieces, two pieces, bikinis, swim shorts, they had all kinds. Both of you darted for the same set, long shorts and a simple bra top, but let your friend have hands on it first, finding another one, black with swirls of grey on it, the top more cropped and shorter bottoms. You look at the executive, her arms crossed and sunglasses on, seeing her nod.
Before you leave, both you and Yuzu snagged an extra garment, a jacket and a thin robe, running into Ryō by the pool. His eyes land on both of you, but he’s drawn to you in particular, the way your robe is meant to cover but doesn’t do that at all considering it’s see through. Your chest, your waist, your thighs– he was being a pervert. He snapped out of it, looking away immediately.
And you walk over all innocent, checking your wristband in sync with Usagi, your own eyes trailing over his figure. He mostly looked the same, yet he seemed more stiff than usual. People had eyes on you, everyone you looked, there were stares coming from the bar, the poolside, even the beach chairs.
Your hand naturally drifts over to Ryō’s, toying with his fingers to distract you. He must have noticed something more, instead holding your hand fully with a tight grip. He doesn’t let go of you the whole day, afraid he’d lose you in the crowds.
The only time he let go was when everyone was separated into groups for individual games. The woman who was with you in the dressing room had Ryō following her, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart crack a little. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he leaves, and he swears he can see the light in your eyes dim for a moment.
You managed to come back alive, and so did Yuzu, yet Ryō was nowhere to be found. As you walked down the never ending halls of the large resort, she brings up a topic you haven’t discussed once in your life.
“You like him, don’t you?”
At first, you’re confused as to who him is, then remember that there was only one him in the first place.
“Ryō?”
“You’ve been close with him. Touchy.” You nod, agreeing with her points. “You’ve always been that way, but there’s something… different. Different when it comes to Arisu.”
Your head tilts slightly, wondering how that could be. “You’re comfortable with him. You don’t second guess and always go for it. I’ve seen the way your face goes red when he accepts your gesture. The way you smile when he leans closer to you to make your habits of playing with his fingers more discreet. When he smiles at you, and you’re left lovestruck with your mouth hanging open.”
“Of course I like Ryō. He is my friend.”
“Not that like…” Yuzu searches for the words in her head, trying to put them together in a way you’d understand, but deciding to be straightforward. “You like him in a way you want to kiss him.”
You heat up from that thought alone. Kissing your friend? You weren’t sure if you were blushing from the thought of you liking it or the thought that it was embarrassing. “I haven’t… kissed anyone.” Yuzu looks around, dragging you into an empty hotel room and locking the door, letting you sit on the bed.
“Have there been times where you think of… inappropriate things involving him?”
“Sex?”
“…Sure. Sex thoughts.”
You sit there for a moment, embarrassed that you have thought about such dirty things. But Yuzu was right there, waiting for an answer, and you couldn’t get out of it despite having the choice to not say anything.
“His hands.”
“What about his hands?”
The image replays in your head like a movie. “On my waist, my hips, my thighs…” You list, unable to make eye contact with your friend. “His fingers…” You look down between your legs, not wanting to go into detail. “His lips.” Your hand brushes over your chest briefly before moving it back to your side.
“Aren’t you a virgin?”
“I know things. I’ve seen things.”
“But do you like Arisu for who he is? That’s the big question. Because if you don’t, I think you’ll hurt him.”
“I’ve always liked his personality. There are… things we… keep between ourselves that others don’t know about. I really like him, I do. It feels wrong to think such… dirty things about him. I can’t help it.” Yuzu sits down next to you, feeling a dip in the mattress on your left. “I ran into Kuina while walking around the club when you two stayed by the bar. She said to live life while I still could. And she mentioned you.”
“Me?”
“Even though we’re newcomers, she noticed you and Arisu. Even she could see the tension, despite never knowing what was going on between you two.” She holds your hands gently, one hand under and the other on top. “I’m not encouraging any… sexual activities… but I think you should tell him.”
“Tell him… I like him?”
“If he says no, I’ll kill him. And you of all people should know I will take that to heart. I feel this is the only time I’ve seen you so open, especially with Arisu. If that’s what it takes to see you like that all the time, then I hope you’ll go for it.” You smile and hug her, eventually feeling her take you in her own arms. “I will run back to you if it does not go well.” You state before you pull away. Both of you leave the room together, Yuzu going on her own after spotting a girl with a bikini top and jeans from afar.
You mindlessly check downstairs, outside, the club, and eventually back into the hallways, running into Ryō by the stairs.
“Y– L/N.”
“Y/N is okay.” You assure, walking with him close enough to have your fingers brushing against each other. “How was your game?” He asked. “Good. Easy.”
“Of course it was.”
It’s silent for a moment, and you pick up on a tinge of alcohol coming from Ryō. “Did you drink?” You ask, the scent not strong but prominent. “A little bit. Hatter wanted to discus with me. I’m not drunk.” You eye him, believing he’s telling the truth after not finding anything different about his mannerisms. “I managed to get a suite.” He says.
“How?”
“I played with Ann. The executive. Then Hatter talked to me and I got the room.”
“So… you are an executive now?”
“No. Hatter said I was… beneficial.”
Ryō takes your hand, guiding you up one more flight of stairs and opening the room, revealing a large space with a cozy seating area, a large window with the curtains closed, and a massive, made bed. His jacket is hanging in the bathroom, soaked and dripping but left to dry with a towel underneath.
“What happened to your robe?” He notices, looking back at you. “Held me back. Threw it during my game.”
You look at the door. “Should we tell Yuzu this room?”
“I already did. I ran into her before I found you.” You anxiously scratch the palm of your hand, staring at his shirt. “What’s wrong? Is there something bothering you?” You shake your head, the scratching intensifying. He grabs your wrists, separating your hands. “Don’t do that. You might scratch too hard and bleed.” He notices your hands shaking, knowing if he let go that you would continue.
“What’s the matter?” He asks, his grip loosening. Your heart is pounding, unable to make eye contact with him. “I want… to tell you something.” You stutter, breath shaky. Ryō could feel the pulse point on your wrist, unclear but fast thumps against his thumb. “I like you.”
His eyes widen, and he almost lets go, but instead you grab his hand and place it against your chest, feeling your heartbeat just as fast as he did from your wrist. He was trying so hard not to stare at your tits at the same time.
“I’m scared.” You mutter, hiding your face.
“Why?”
“That you’ll hate me… since you don’t… like me back.”
“Who said I didn’t like you back?”
You look up at him for the first time since you’ve entered the room, and his look is genuine. Your hand stays on his wrist, but he moves his own hand up your neck, a sudden chill shaking your body. He tilts your head up to make up for the height, and kisses you.
He’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him.
The moment his lips are on yours, you don’t want to let go. You wanted to kiss him for as long as you could, be in his arms for as long as they could hold you. You’re both a mess of tongue and lips, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted more than he could give.
You both stumble over to the bed, being the first to lay down with Ryō hovering over you. His chest presses against your tits as he leans into you, making you groan. He pulls away, a whine emitting from you, his finger barely slipping under the band of your bra, looking at you endearingly. “Can we do this? I want to make you feel good. Please.” He practically moans, and you don’t even have to think, nodding profusely.
Maybe it’s the fact you’re horny as fuck right now, as he is, but god, you wanted to see him beg for you so bad. Seeing the position he was in right now, pleading for your consent, the way his eyebrows furrowed in desperation, you wanted to be the only one that could make him do that.
And by the end of the night, you certainly did.
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Clothes are strewn on the floor, the light barely shines through the crack of the curtains. There’s a naked man laying next to you in bed, snoring softly with his mouth slightly open. His hair messy and his arm under your head, he lays there peacefully, his own eyes fluttering open and squeezing shut after being hit with the light of the sun. He opens them to see you, and your glowing, post-sex face.
“Hi.” You greet, further leaning on his arm. “Hi.” He replies, hand curling around your head to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re so pretty.” He says, fingers playing with your hair.
“You are.”
He doesn’t retaliate and simply smiles, giving you your first kiss of the day. He breaks eye contact first, lost in thought. “Does this change anything between us?” He asks, looking back at you. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I… that was… really nice.” He refers to the night before with a smile, unashamed.
“I want… to be more… than friends.” The words come out staggered, but he understands, his smile growing slightly. “But I don’t want this to… hold us back in games. If we lose each other, we won’t join the other. The other… must stay alive. I don’t want me or you to give up… because the other half isn’t there anymore. Can you promise that?” There’s a tinge of worry in his eyes, but it slowly changes to understanding as your hand cups his jaw. He nods. “I promise.”
You kiss him once more, bringing the two of you back onto each other again. His free hand rests on your waist, moving to your back to push you closer, then down to your ass, your leg on top of his side.
“Jesus, I thought you two were done already.”
Yuzu is staring at you from a distance by the corner of the wall, seeing one of your undergarments on the floor. “Get dressed, we need to find more intel. Y/N, you can stay with Arisu, since you’re already with him anyways.” She eyes the position you’re in right now, looking at Arisu, then at you. “I’m assuming it went well.”
You nod. “It did.”
“I knew it would. I knew he liked you anyways. I was going to come in until I heard what was going on. You left the door unlocked. Lucky you two were so loud no one dared to walk in.” She leaves the room, the two of you back to admiring each other in the glow of the covered sunlight.
“I could never hate you, by the way. I feel like you’re the reason I’m still alive right now. Everything you said stuck with me… and I guess it kept pushing me to live.”
“What if I die? Would you… still have the will to live?”
“I’d keep living if that was your last dying wish.”
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i want to say hi to you. i have no reason to. 🎧
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Dead Plate (Part 2)
OK so its been a month since the last time ive played Dead Plate and uhh oops!! my bad !!
in my defense life has gotten very busy for me especially since its the holidays but now i finally have the time to finish this game and get at least one ending!! (hopefully)
spoilers under the cut
back to day 5 where i struggled so incredibly hard
the amount of times ive played through day 4's nightmare sequence is killing me
bro. how do i pass this level without losing a customer
NOOO I WAS SO CLOSE WHYYY. PLEASE. literally i was doing so well but i took too long for the 4 table orders ugh <//3
i wish you could see like, a patience meter for the customers or something
maybe i should try using the item that slows down how impatient they get
YESSS FINALLY!!! I DID IT I FINALLY DID IT!!
what is that weird squelching sound.
still here even though the shift is over and the sounds i am hearing are concerning to say the least
what if... i just leave
ok i cant leave
boss's office? also i just noticed the timer ticking down uhh
can i just leave please why is the timer ticking down wtf do i do???
also lots of interesting things in that office
was the review on the waiter about Rody? if so ouch man thats harsh
NOOOOO OH MY GOD...... I ACCIDENTALLY QUIT I HAVE TO DO DAY 5 ALL OVER AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME
ok well. at least now i know my key to success is the cologne
ok so Rody had an interesting reaction to the crumpled up picture of Vince and a woman so maybe he knows who she is? is this the 'her' that you can sorta not really call on the telephone??? or is he just surprised to find love letters in the trash
anyways its telling me the sounds are coming from the freezer but idk where to go from here
LMAO the sound signalling the end of the day jumpscared me askhjdakj
at least the food looks tasty
what was that whole thing about tho? what was going on in the freezer??
back home, looked out the window and i noticed you can see someone's silhouette in the background windows
i dont know if that was always there and i just missed it but very interesting
FINALLY a new nightmare
bro he was in an oven?? why ?? damn Rody's nightmares are like really creepy akladjalks
another day another dollar
damn. im gonna struggle once again because there is a LOT of customers and like i am just sooo. ksfdjslkdj whatevr kakayanin !! lets go guys
my hands are so sweaty akladh
another successful day and another tasty dish
....my fingers hurt LMAO
looked out the window and yep alright the person's silhouette isnt always there
huh. interesting nightmare
it was Vince eating him and like damn that actually scared me lskjd
shorter than previous nightmares
well onto day 7 another day another dollar
lets go!! i am winning!!! only had to retry once this day!!
BROSKI JUST QUIT?!?!?
ohhh so the woman is named Manon
aww i feel so bad for this guy :(( the girl isnt picking up
i wonder why tho? like does she just not like him anymore and he just needs to give up on her or is it cuz of smth w Vince (shes probably the girl from the crumpled photo in the trash right?)
damn the phone just ringing while the credits are playing
ouch :((
alright then time to get the other endings!! to do this i will be following the ending guide bc my brain is not big enough to figure it out by myself lmao
ive opened up the official ending guide and oho? you can actually get a phone call from Manon? cool i will try that out first
restarting all the way to day 1 bc i miss how easy it was
yk an interesting thing that was introduced in the tutorial that i havent experienced yet is the customers asking questions
oh hey!! i kept the stuff that i purchased in my previous run?? really?? awesomeee
ooh hey!! i kept the dishes from previous runs too!! cool
ok its day 3 now and i have to take out the trash to activate the cutscene
ok went through that whole baffling ordeal of getting slapped
also!! i chatted with Vince on day 3 and like. idk their chats are just funny to me
also like there might be something wrong with me but i am lowkey shipping Rody and Vincent together kadjlksd
this is something that happened in Elevator Hitch where i started lowkey shipping the two main characters oopsies
anyways!! moving swiftly onwards!!
um. my guy disappeared after i checked the fridge
oh shit new cutscene
BRO ??? UM ?????
well that was scary uhh. damn
oh the boss isnt in the kitchen anymore
wait i didnt get to do all the dialogue options that are needed!! no!! does this mean i need to redo this whole day in order to get the phone call event???
better safe than sorry i guess
ok so interestingly when Rody asked Vince if he liked his job, he didnt answer the question he just changed the subject and made fun of Rody LOL
the 'can you give me a raise' question gives some more details on Manon and what Rody thinks of her (he is a grade A simp bro)
the 'are you single' question is interesting to me just bc Rody the simp has issues w Vince being like 'meh' on romance and tbh im with Vince on romance not being the end-all-be-all
THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
IS IT CUZ I FED THE RAT CHEESE INSTEAD OF SCARING IT AWAY OR SMTH???
EW ITS IN THE FRIDGE AND THE REAL ONE I HAD BEFORE IS GONE NOOOOOOO
Vince: I haven't got any sense of taste.
Rody: Yeah I could see the decorations out there-
LMFAOOO RODYYY
bro now i am sad that i missed out on these gold interactions between them on my first run this is so funny
also they both didnt really have any proper answers for what their favorite food is
Vince was like 'eh i dont have any since i cant taste stuff idk lemons or smth' while Rody was like 'i just like whatever my girlfriend likes'
very interesting how Rody is like obsessed(?) with Manon
then when asking Vince what he's reading, he just straight-up lies about what the reviews are saying about Rody lmfaoooo
anyways now for the creepy night restaurant segment and going back in Vince's office to check out the possible Manon love letters in the trash
i just realized the croque madames are like. rotten cuz they have flies flying around it which ew! yuck! why is it like that
well. nothing i can do about it so next day i guess!!
oh hey wait i can now afford the matches which i will be needing for ending 3! nice
OK NOW I HAVE REACHED THE PHONE CALL
damn ok so its not Manon but its Vince inviting Rody to a dinner party!! nice !!
LMFAOOOO HE INVITED RODY TO MAKE HIM WORK VINCE I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!
Rody you are so embarrassing but its ok bc ur really funny
anyways!! getting interesting lore on Vince and Rody!!
one of Rody's old classmates was there, and then another guest said that either Vince must really like Rody to have him there at the party or is incredibly desperate akldskl (since she said that Rody's outfit sucks LOL)
ooh ok so. Rody is desperate and a bit delusional my bro u gotta let go of that girl bc apparently she dumped you already so like. stop bro
dkjhskas nooo ive served all the guests and theres nothing left to do except snoop around in Vincent's bedroom agh!! agh!!!!!
bro when i go in the room the music just disappears wtf
UM? HELLO??? BRO THAT SCARED ME DSKJKSDJ
i knew this was going to happenn aughjahkj
BRO THE MUSIC IS JUST GONE AJKSDFK
not Rody asking what happened like he didnt just steal smth from Vince and pretty much get caught in the act 😭😭😭
well ok then so that happened
actually you know, now that im thinking about it, its kinda weird that Vince threw Manon's letters in the trash
does that mean she is pursuing him romantically but he like just doesnt care or what??
i am inside and i am afraid cuz the game asked 'are you sure?' when i clicked 'go inside' broooo
oh hey its Manon and Rody
WAIT WHY IS THIS LOCKET IN HERE ?? DID VINCE KILL HER ??
ASKHDKAS OH FUCKK OH NO
bro thats so like. sadistic
leaving him tied up and telling him he can live if he runs away but like he can only crawl across the floor
i see why the matches are needed for this part
gee wow thanks game
ok now this time im bringing the matches with me
ok so ive burned away the ropes but im still trapped inside cuz he locked the freezer aghhh
what the heck do i do??
oh nvm i found bags of flour, i can use these to reach the cooler
so i have to stop the fans of the cooler, probably by putting something in it
can i take the saw out?? oh wait theres a switch LOL
ok so ive use the saw to cut the meat off and now ive got animal bones
ive jammed the bones in the fans and now i can break open the window wow
SHIT GOT CAUGHT BY VINCE
DID HE JUST BITE A PIECE OF MY FLESH?!??!
oh my god. he killed and cooked her to feed to Rody i. wHY???
oh so he ate Rody's ear i am shook wtf
bro Rody just severely pissed this guy off by telling him he never ate his food i feel it in my bones
also makes sense why its just sitting in his fridge
Rody really hitting this guy where it hurts damn
i mean its deserved cuz of like the whole thing
i accidentally got ending 4 since i messed up a QTE but damn. damn that was wild and also this is gross
something i didnt mention earlier but i noticed that there was a grilled hanger steak on the table, which is the dish when you get ending 1
would the other dishes i got in past endings show up when i got them? but i got ending 2 and the dish from that didnt show up so maybe its just a little detail for ending 1
wait was the steak made out of Manon. oh boy that makes that ending a lil more fucked up
ok going back to the chase sequence
BRO RODY JUST KILLED HIM
so i went into Vince's office, surprisingly did not get chased inside and then i picked up the broken bottle and now Rody's just killed the guy
got the restaurant key
bestie like. theyre gonna arrest u if u just leave and never say anything please explain the situation to the police or smth
why is the game not letting me leave. what do you mean revenge is best served cold. does the game want me to put Vince in the freezer!??!?!
yep the steak is def Manon
why r u not letting me leave wtf do i do
trying to read the comments on the game's page on itch.io and the amount of people going 'when will they kiss' 'kiss ending when' im laughing
like even tho all this horrible shit just happened i still lowkey ship Vince and Rody oopsies. toxic yaoi LOLOLOL
i have no idea what to do now so i am just gonna look up a guide rq
ok i need to get the cooking oil
he's burning this place to the ground
wait was Vince still alive after getting stabbed repeatedly???? his eye moved when Rody was pouring oil on him and i mean the game did say that his eyes are still following you
oh bro after-credits cutscene with Manon???
aww ok my opinion of Manon has greatly improved cuz she broke up w Rody cuz he was destroying himself for her
she realized that she wasnt good for him and like, for the greater good of his mental health they cant be together
its burnt and also its lemon, which is what Vince said was his favorite food
OH HEY IT CHANGED
actually i did notice that after ending 3 it was snowy
damn
well, thats the end of my playthrough on Dead Plate
honestly, it was a very fun and enjoyable game! i liked the serving aspect even tho i kinda sucked at it and like i also really liked Rody and Vince despite all that just happened
those two are seriously fucked up and i love them LOLOL
the music was really good and made up for having to redo day 5 over and over again alskdjh i was jamming most of the time to the music
the art was also really good! i liked how cute the pixel sprites were, and then like the art for the portraits and CGs and everything was also really good! i really enjoyed the art style and music
the story was interesting, and i liked it too
the twist was wild and blew my mind but i am still a massive fan of Vincent x Rody JKDAHSDKJ
i like how there was a cannibalism twist but Vincent wasnt actually like, an actual cannibal he was just insane and planning on making Rody an unknowing cannibal
i know he ate Rody's ear but like. he said that he doesnt eat people on the regular so yk he's just fucked up
also its really funny reading all the comments and seeing a lot of Vincent x Rody stuff LMFAOOO so true of everybody honestly
HELP I FOUND A COMMENT THAT SAID THEY NOTICED EVERY PIC WITH VINCE IN IT (on the store page) HAS HIM LOOKING AT RODY LDSJHSFLSDKN THE SHIP IS SO REAL!!!
ok sorry enough of that
overall, 10/10 would play again solely for the server gameplay (would be cool to have a kind of endless mode where you just serve customers until one leaves or something) and also because i love these characters
thats all for today and probably for this month LOL byebye!!
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I'm supposed to be animating something, but you know me: I get distracted way too easily.
Anyways, here's some random Turning to Stone trivia that absolutely no one will care about except me!
Adding a keep reading because there is a lot, also spoiler warning for both books 1 and 2.
-I started writing it in 6th grade on my phone, but deleted it shortly after. I didn't have much, and all I had was a faint idea of "what if monsters could move between islands". I had 4 monsters on Fire Haven (Both of the fire islands were fairly new at that point), a Kayna, a Noggin, a Potbelly, and a Tweedle. The Kayna was named Matatum (I kept her name) and the Potbelly was (defaultly) named Carnivorti. I forget the former names of who are now La and Ross.
-The story was originally going to be focused on Matatum and Ross's relationship, with Matatum moving to Fire Oasis (with no earth element) and falling in love with a Winq. Ross still had a hopeless crush on her. (They still would have eventually gotten together.) I did try and implement some of this into the story, Matatum does go to Fire Oasis, but she's a pretty minor character compared to her former starring role.
-The "main four" are mostly named after the sound they make. (Matatum was named when I discovered the kayna on Tribal Island, while La and Bap were named years later.) Ross is the only exception to this. I named him after Ross from Tally Hall because it's a good band, and they're both short drummers who are associated with the color grey. (I also have a toe jammer on Plant Island and the Continent in the actual games named Zubin, because he blue.)
-Pickle was thought of randomly, and I began to expand upon his design a bit. I didn't want him to be the main character at first, but he kinda became my favorite.
-Thrum was going to be a minor character, simply a "you see them in the first chapter and forget about them after" kinda guy, but then my brain was like "make it gay" and he quickly became the love interest.
-Pickle is based off of me a lot, because I ended up projecting onto him while writing. He canonically has adhd and social anxiety, and he gets panic attacks around lots of people. If he's not around his friends, he feels unsafe.
-Poof's design is that one punk looking costume from the collussingum.
-Ross canonically has a small dick
-A lot of the lore within the series is me completely discarding canon and making my own lore.
-Bap's passion for writing, as well as the scene in the second chapter ("Why don't I fucking have hands?") were both taken from Carnivorti (old version of Bap)
-The weirdos are all polyamorous and dating each other. It was Maggpi's idea for them to all start a relationship together.
-There will be a total of 5 books within the series. Book 2 is currently being uploaded to Wattpad, and it happens after Book 1. Books 3 and 4 are prequels to the first two, and Book 5 will happen after Book 2.
-Most of the characters are canonically LGBTQ+ because I'm bi and enby myself. Pickle is gay, Thrum is bi, Matatum, La, and Loola are pan, Torb prefers not to label himself, and Ross and Bap are just straight guys supporting their friends :)
-Turning to Stone was supposed to stop after the first book, but I felt kinda empty after I finished, so I wrote a sequel. (Book 1: I'm gonna write some msm fanfiction! :) / Book 2: I wanna write more, so I'll make a sequel. / Book 3: "bramble please stop making sequels" "what if I made a prequel tho" "..." "Also I have plans for two more books")
-Pickle's mismatched leg design was simply so I could picture him/draw him easier. Also so he isn't constantly staring at everyone's crotch.
-I actually do have a Pixolotl on Wublin Island named Pickle, I just haven't gotten around to waking him up yet. (I also have a Thwok named Thrum, and I'm working on waking him up soon.) I also have the "main 4" on the continent, as well as Fire Haven (with the exception of Matatum because I havent put her on Fire Haven yet)
-Turning to Stone has been, so far, my biggest hyperfixatation, and I'm always super excited anytime anyone reads it. I've put so much effort into it, and I enjoy seeing people like my content.
-I wasn't originally going to have Galvana and Attmoz be a couple, but I saw some cute art of them and I couldn't resist.
-The first book is over 18000 words, the second book is over 14000, the third book is around 10000, and I'm currently procrastinating on writing the fourth book.
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guess who watched given and immediately had to shove tony waist-deep into this fucking thing because [they forgot they already ”wrote” this au]
it’s me
unedited as always, light spoilers for given if you havent seen that and wanted to.
anyways, tony stark is the high profile son of a business mogul based in LA because the mcu loves giving tony centric plot points to howard stark industries is capitalizing on the silicone valley fever. after a major manic episode tony uproots his life and goes to school in new york, as far as he can physically move away from his stifling family and the pressure.
tony’s done with building robots for his father’s business, he’s done being manipulated by the adults in his life and he abandons everything from the stark life. he picks up a guitar, learns how to play it, and never looks back.
tony finds he likes the life of a garage band. he glides through classes and focuses on his fingering (not that kind) and absent-mindedly writing down notes for songs he doesn’t really think he’ll write. He really likes being that guy, bringing out a guitar and everyone groans but people request songs anyways. besides, he’s never really been a fan of wonderwall.
of course he plays piano, it was that or violin and his dad thought strings were for girls. he’s used to playing in front of a crowd, stiff collared and sweating under the calculating gazes of his parents’ party guests. just another new trick to show off.
there’s something so indescribably different about playing guitar under cheap lights in a garage, the casually gathered crowd gaining interest and beer and his fingers feel like splitting over the strings of his instrument. The noise, the whine as he coaxes his guitar to sing, amplified through speakers that thump with his bassist’s steady beat and he can feel the sweat slick down his back making his shirt sticky.
tony’s lucky to have met the bandmates he had. Pepper’s a riot on the drums and Rhodey is tony’s constant, reliable bassist and both of them have deigned to take him under their wing even if he’s less experienced and more annoying then they should have to deal with. Being able to play with them, it’s more than tony could’ve asked for.
he’s happy with his life, which is why he’s a little less than pleased when he runs into a short, scrawny blond holding a guitar with white knuckled fingers. tony runs into him, and the boy jolts violently, the guitar slipping the grip like he’d tossed it. it’s a nice guitar, so tony instinctively reaches out for it.
“why are you keeping the snapped strings on like this?” he asks, taking the chance to inspect the guitar.
“Give it back.” The boy says. well, demands. Tony does nothing of the sort. Instead he straightens it out and sights down the fret board.
“it’s a nice guitar, but leaving your strings like this is a bit--”
“I said: give it back!”
The boy’s grip is surprisingly strong for someone so small, tony thinks distantly.
“Okay! No need to bite my head off about it,” He lets go of the guitar, but doesn’t leave quite yet. “Look, these will work to replace those...” Tony digs in his bag for a second, taking out an unopened pack of his own replacement strings. Maybe not the exact match, but they’d do well enough. “Get them done as soon as you can, it’s a shame to see something that nice look like that.”
He gives the packet of strings away and leaves.
Tony doesn’t think much of this incident. But he guesses he made more of an impact than he thought because now he’s been ambushed by the same blond boy.
“Look, I can’t figure out how to change the string. Just show me!”
“Can’t you, I don’t know? Youtube it or something?” Tony asks.
“Don’t be an ass! I just--” Tony notices how startlingly blue the boy’s eyes are as he glares to the side. “I can’t undue the pins.”
It feels like pulling teeth, the way the words force their way past the kid’s lips. Like he’s spitting out something bad, admitting that he can’t do something.
“I don’t have the right tools and I--I don’t want to break it more.”
His fingers grip the guitar awkwardly, and Tony knows that kid hasn’t played even one chord before. Probably hasn’t played even a guitar themed rhythm game with how unbalanced he’s holding the body.
Tony rubs the back of his neck.
“God, I don’t know why I tried!”
“It’s fine--” Tony blinks as he cut into the kid’s frustrated venom.
“It’s fine,” he starts again, “I’ll help. Here.” He holds his hand out and is handed the guitar very reluctantly.
He remembers his first snapped string. The shock, the sharp sting as it flicked against his hand. But learning to play guitar was painful. From the blisters to the muscle aches, the endurance. He finds himself smiling.
He narrates what he does, his hands gliding over the sleek body of the guitar. “See, you need to keep track of the pins. it’s easier with tools, I can lend you these ones I have an extra set. My name is Tony.” He shifts the guitar so he’s holding it properly, plucking a string and adjusting the peg.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Listen,” He says, as he twists a peg. The blond gets that look on his face again, the squinty one with angry eyebrows. Tony laughs, and strums the guitar.
The chord comes out sharp and clear.
“There you go, it’s all fixed.”
Tony thinks it should be the last he sees of him. Tony’s pretty sharp, so he noticed the graphite smudges on his fingers and the large portfolio on his hip. An art student. There’s no reason to cross paths again when Tony’s classes are all music based and he should probably start paying rent for how often he’s fallen asleep in the computer labs.
But apparently that kid isn’t finished with Tony.
“Teach me to play this.”
Tony blinks.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“If I tell you, will you teach me to play?”
Tony shrugs.
“It’s Steve.”
Tony tries walking away. It’s not very effective.
He can’t really dodge Steve, and finds himself followed all the time now. Honestly, tony would be a little flattered if Steve didn’t look like he was swallowing a lemon every time Tony catches a glance at his face.
To be fair, Tony is kind of relishing the attention. He complains to Rhodey and Pepper and they both roll their eyes at him before they start jamming. It’s after one of these jams that he runs into Steve again.
He’s standing outside the door, his face with angry looking eyebrows but his eyes watery. His face is red, he doesn’t have a jacket and Tony is getting reacquainted with the cold himself now that he’s let himself out of the steaming jam room.
“Teach me how to play like that!”
Tony tries ignoring him, but Steve is determined to follow him, even through the cold, dry night. Even when his breath hitches and his voice turns reedy.
“Teach me! Teach-- Te--” Steve starts gasping every other breath and Tony spins around. Steve’s flushed cheeks from the cold have drained away and now he’s pale, pale, pale.
“Steve!” Tony stops, right there, his hands hovering over Steve like concerned birds, unsure where to touch. Steve looks, if possible, angrier than ever, still trying to speak even while gasping.
“Please, Steve shut up!” Tony puts his hands over Steve’s mouth, he doesn’t know what to do. “I’ll teach you, or whatever, just! Do you have an inhaler or something?”
Steve points to his bag, and after Tony is done rifling through it and hands Steve his uncovered rescue inhaler, he’s grinning the smarmiest grin someone having an asthma attack can possibly muster.
Tony finds himself feeling distinctly played. He doesn’t mind it as much as he should.
Steve is an incredibly stubborn student and Tony is perhaps not the most patient teacher. He grabs Steve’s hands more than once to force them into the right position and demands he try again, and again, and again. It almost gives him flash backs, but Steve almost dares him to be less than serious about the lessons. Like it would kill Steve if Tony treated him the least bit kindly.
Tony brings him to his and Rhodey’s and Pepper’s jam sessions. He grins and points and says “this is how a real rock star does it,” and plays with a loose fluidity he hasn’t felt in a while. He sees Steve’s foot tapping and grins widely, like he’s won something. He feels like he won something.
Steve learns the chords and how to read tabs and even how to restring his own guitar, though Tony finds himself doing it more often then not. There’s something really endearing about the ferocious way Steve devotes himself to learning guitar.
They sit next to each other, out of class but on campus. Tony is demonstrating a fingerstyle more suited to an acoustic guitar even though Steve is learning on an electric. It sounds like shit, but they’re both grinning anyways.
“Then what kind of music do you like?” Tony asks, shaking out his hand.
“Just, you know. Stuff.”
“Come on, you have a favorite song, everyone does!” Tony says, blustering. “You already know what I like.”
“I wonder...” Steve says, trailing off. He stares into the middle distance for long enough that Tony is about to laugh to break the sudden tension and switch topics but Steve interrupts him.
“It’s like...” and he humms something, his hand doing half-aborted conductions as he feels his way through a tune. He trails off and looks into Tony’s startled face.
“Did you, did you write that?”
“Not, I mean, not really. That’s just what came to mind.”
“Freestyle, just now?!”
Tony can’t tear out his notebook fast enough, transposing the notes steve had hummed onto the page. Steve finally looks something other than stubbornly angry or determined as Tony pries him for another verse, to repeat this melody, to hum that again.
For once, Steve finds himself following along with Tony, watching as his hand rushes to keep up with their conversation, as the notes spill across the page and Tony grabs his guitar half way through to pick his way through half written melodies.
Tony’s dark hair is short, relatively speaking. It curls at his neck. But his dark, dark eyes are the same and his eyelashes sweep against his cheek as he leans over to check his fingering on the fret. He’s sitting cross legged and when he looks up to grin at Steve, Steve is already walking away.
“He’s a genius!” Tony starts as he barrels into the jam room.
“Ohoh?” Rhodey laughs and Pepper dutifully plays the rim shot as Tony slides his carry case off his shoulder.
“I’m not kidding, look, listen!” he demands
tony does his damndest to get steve to write songs for the band. he reaches out and compliments him and buys him lunch, and new pencils, and compliments him some more and well, he’s out of practice with the whole shmoozing thing now. it’s fun though, and tony thinks steve at least enjoys the attention.
at least steve enjoys the attention enough to keep brainstorming with tony as they go through their guitar lessons. steve has a certain way of composing, tony notices. he pulls notes from the air that tony wouldn’t choose, but it compliments the way he and rhodey and pepper play. still, tony can’t help but think the notes are being written for someone else.
tony knows this life can’t go on the way it has been. He’s been expecting a shoe to drop for years now. but he’d been preparing for his father to fly in and tie him back down to the californian mansion, or maybe someone from his past coming in to wreck his life.
he’d been a mess before the move. even after it. he’s always expected it to catch up, or for his touch to ruin the good things in his life now. between being half in love with the three people who care about him, and spending too long hoping three thousand miles was enough distance to outrun his past, tony knew his number would be coming up soon enough.
at least he’d been happy for a while. truly, genuinely happy.
he was the son of a household name, popular in the tabloids for getting in trouble, and the internet was forever he’d been told. so he was prepared for the past to come up.
He had just been expecting it to be his past to come knocking.
bucky barnes is tall, broad, and missing one arm. he’d be impossible to miss and yet somehow tony didn’t notice six feet of pure american beef stalking across the campus. it must be the arm, or lack of arm. maybe how he kind of hunches down to hide it?
He approaches with only the sound of boots to announce his presence and Tony looks up startled, but it’s only Steve this man has eyes for.
“That my guitar, Stevie?”
Steve has kind of locked up, his fingers white against their grip on the guitar. His face is turned away, but Tony can see the tenseness of his thin shoulders. Tony isn’t good for much, but he’s not gonna sit back while Steve faces whatever this is on his own.
“Well, I don’t see you playing it anytime soon.” Tony says.
It’s like shattering a mirror, the moment Tony sees the threads holding Steve snap. He looks at Tony with something like disgust as he jolts to standing. “I’m sorry,” he says, before bolting.
He leaves the guitar behind. Tony knows it wasn’t him that Steve was apologizing to.
“Was it something I said?” Tony asks the air.
Tony doesn’t know his name yet, but Bucky Barnes takes the seat across from him.
“Might’ve been me.” he says, like a confession.
turns out bucky barnes and steve might’ve been a thing. tony finds out through less than reputable means, but bucky says himself steve feels guilty about the accident that led to bucky’s hospitalization and amputation.
he used to play guitar
the one tony’s been thinking of as steve’s.
bucky’s hand is callused the way a working man’s is. If tony tried he could probably find the places strings wore at until they hardened, but tony doesn’t try. he can imagine well enough. like he can imagine the summers spent listening to guitar plucked on windowsills or whatever sickeningly cute domestic childhood things steve and bucky got up to
and, because tony’s never been one to let himself go without a good rubbing in, he’s found a couple ancient recording on the internet of bucky’s old high school recitals. he can hear the strings of bucky’s guitar through the tinny audio and though and suddenly he knows just who’s fingers the notes for steve’s song was meant for.
tony won’t let steve go without a fight. whether the songs were meant for him to play or not, tony wants to play them. he wants the chance. so he drags bucky into the band whether anyone wants that or not.
bucky can’t play the guitar--right now, tony suspects with enough research and bugging of that cute radiophyscist that could change--but he still wants to reconnect with steve and it’s easy enough to use that to tony’s advantage. bucky’s kind of a puppy once you get past the six feet some inches and what seems like solid muscle.
tony takes him aside one day, with his guitar and set him down. “listen,” he says, and plays the skeleton of the song steve had been helping write.
bucky blinks, recognition in his eyes and tony nods as he plays. bucky gets it, tony thinks. steve is supposed to be writing these songs. he’s good at it, in a way that tony thinks he used to be good at things. like he was creating something worthwhile.
“this is steve’s?” bucky asks, softly. tony doesn’t have to answer him. “I remember. it’s familiar like... hmm, how did it go...” bucky’s hand twitches like his fingers want to find a fret board. “like... i never liked the winter / the cold never leaves soon enough / and i’m tired of waiting / for the sun to call your bluff... something like that...”
Tony’s fingers have stopped strumming, and he stares at Bucky with widened eyes.
“what?” Bucky asks and Tony whips his arms out, gripping Bucky’s shoulders as if to stop him from bolting.
“you can sing. no one told me you could sing.”
“well, it’s nothing much.”
“No, shut up. it’s amazing. you have to sing with us.”
It’s almost harder than convincing steve to write with him was. but eventually tony has all his pieces lined up. steve writing songs, bucky singing. him, pepper and rhodey doing all the hard work.
tony can sing, but he’s never been drawn to it the way he had been with playing guitar. RIP to his father’s weird brand of masculinity, but tony just liked strings. Still, he knew enough to help bucky strengthen his voice. to sharpen his consonants and find where his head voice and chest voices lie.
he plays scales on the guitar and leads bucky through vocal exercises. It’s like working on fingerwork with steve, only bucky’s got less of a temper. He’s surprisingly earnest, taking criticism easily and turning around with the proper work. tony almost feels out of depth with the ease he has coaching bucky.
where steve would shove and huff and yell when he didn’t get something right, bucky would nod and clear his throat and ask questions before trying again. steve would roll his eyes and grab tony’s card so he could pay for his half of the lunch. bucky would smile that half smile and thank tony when he picked up the tab.
it was cute.
or, well.
tony makes steve play the scales for bucky and spends a couple weeks jamming with just the band. he’s rusty, he says, too much teaching means not enough practicing. bucky seems understanding if melancholy and steve’s face is stubborn as always.
it’s while all of them are in the jam room that pepper announces they have a gig in two months.
“it’s a good opportunity to debut some of the new songs we’re working on.” she says.
“we should start doing group practices at least twice a week,” rhodey says, narrowing his eyes at tony.
“ah, we don’t actually have lyrics for most of our songs.” tony says, haphazardly.
“we have some, you can teach bucky those. or you can sing them like always,” pepper says, brightly.
Bucky seems to perk up, catching tony’s eye. “you have songs?”
“nothing that special,” tony says.
“I’d like to learn them with you,” bucky replies. tony blinks.
“two months is enough time to write lyrics.” steve asserts. “bucky and i have been working on them anyways.”
“okay.” tony finds himself agreeing with the rest of them.
They spend some times going through their set list. Pepper and rhodey bring up some songs they like that bucky and steve will need to learn. they rearrange the order to accommodate the new song steve and bucky have been working on.
tony bites his lips. it’s perfect. steve writing songs for his band. bucky singing in his band. pepper and rhodey, perfect and constant. tony’s hands on the neck of his guitar. it’s as perfect as it can get.
tony’s glad that the impending deadline is at least forcing steve and bucky to come head to head. he doesn’t know what happened exactly, to drive a wedge between the two in the first place. he doesn’t want to ask. he doesn’t want to know. but being forced to volley lyric timing and melodies back and forth is eating away at the distance between them.
it’s also driving home the fact that tony’s the last thing on either of their minds. he can hear it in the chords he picks out, that steve has written for someone else’s hands. and even though he isn’t going to school for literature he can read symbolism when the lyrics are as plain as what bucky’s been mumbling under his breath for hours now.
“i thought you were done marching to someone else’s tune.” pepper says to him as steve drags bucky through another practice.
tony shrugs his shoulders. “i think... i think i’m happy we’re all here. together. i think this is happier than i’ve ever been.” he looks down at his hands. he’s got the calluses from guitar blisters like every other wanna be rock star, but his hands are rough for other reasons. his knuckles littered with scars from welding, his thumb and forefinger smooth in the places he’d strip wires. there’s a burn on his palm from touching something that hadn’t quite cooled.
he might’ve loved building once. that could have been his life. but he’s sure he would have missed out on this: real friends, who cared about him. who wanted to play with him. he’s not sure he would have had that, if he’d stayed.
it’s happier than he thinks he deserves, really.
the date of the gig draws closer and while steve has been writing and rewriting the song chords--and tony and rhodey and pepper all drag themselves through rememorizing the new versions--bucky hasn’t submitted any lyrics.
it’s troubling but tony can’t help but feel relieved each time practice comes and goes without bucky’s voice rising in some new chorus or verse.
each time, tony claps his hand against bucky’s shoulder and grins at steve and says, “you can do it!”
“why don’t you help?” rhodey asks one time and tony shrugs. “i think they need it?” he answers.
and, increasingly, tony is sure he doesn’t want to help write someone else’s love story. it’s bad enough seeing steve strike through the tabs tony had just played and know it’s because he wasn’t doing it the way bucky would’ve. steve keeps writing for someone who won’t play again.
tony doesn’t mind standing in that much. a replacement is what he’s been his whole life.
but having to sit next to steve and bucky and help spell out why they’re having such trouble? tony’s never been a saint. he can’t just say “you like each other!” without any thought to himself.
ah.
he thought it.
“it’s fine, we’ll just use the instrumental version and lead with Star Driver.” he says.
“I’m fine with it,” Rhodey agrees.
“Well, Bucky doesn’t have a part in Star Driver.” Pepper points out.
“Ah, then we’ll start with uh, Monaco, Bucky you practiced the lead for that one, right?”
Bucky nods but Steve cuts in.
“why can’t we do it as planned? That’s the way we practiced!”
“because we spent the whole rehearsal playing the same first chords waiting for someone to start. We’re playing tomorrow, there’s no more time!”
steve, angry faced as always, steps forward like his short, skinny body was ready to fight tony right then.
“what happened to ‘you can do it!’ did you not actually believe that?”
“Steve, c’mon...”
“we’re out of time! it doesn’t matter if i believe in you or not if you don’t follow up yourselves!” tony says.
pepper looks to the ceiling like a prayer.
steve scoffs, “it’s not like you ever believed in us in the first place! you just take whatever new shiny thing there is to put in your band so you don’t get bored and have to fly back to california!”
tony’s fist clenches and rhodey pinches his nose.
“we don’t have time for this,” rhodey says under his breath but no one listens.
“whatever.” tony hisses and spins.
the next day is fraught with tension as they prepare for the show. none of them are willing to back out, even if they’re a mess.
“did we decide on a set list.” tony asks rhodey.
“well,” rhodey trails off.
“we’re doing it as planned,” steve interrupts.
tony gives him an unimpressed glare, “well, i’m good enough at improvising, whatever actually happens.” he says.
steve clicks his tongue and turns back to his guitar, tuning it.
tony pulls a face. he glances up at bucky in the middle of it, and feels kind of bad. bucky’s been nothing but nice, it’s steve that has a bee in his bonnet. but tony’s words probably hit just as hard if not harder for bucky.
tony clenches his jaw.
“Ah, Bucky, I...” He trails off as Bucky meets his eyes.
tony can sing. he even writes lyrics. he’s the front man of the band, or was before he drug bucky into it. so of course, after steve and hummed the song to him the first time he’d written some lyrics on the back of a napkin because he couldn’t get it out of his head. and when bucky had started outlining a sketch of verse, tony’d rewritten those lyrics like the impressionable boy he’d tried to grow out of.
he just likes playing guitar more. he’s always like working with his hands more than talking in front of a crowd. but as the hot, heavy lights turn on them, and the crowd in the cafe all face them he remembers the first time he’d ever played. not just guitar but anything at all.
plucking the ivory keys of a piano, the discordant clanging echoing through the big house. his mother had clapped and he frozen up, suddenly frightened at the thought of someone looking at him, of seeing him maybe fail. his mother had slid into the seat next to him, her finger showing him where to hit.
his father had swung in and scoffed, said if he was old enough to fool around he was old enough to actually learn. none of this coddling, maria, get the boy a real tutor.
Pepper taps her drumsticks and lays out, her foot keeping a steady beat. Tony automatically joins in, his fingers following muscle memory. tony’s used to the lights now, he even likes it. the heat and the attention.
he hears steve join in, the dual guitar melody working even though steve isn’t very talented yet. Rhodey jumps in, the bassline smooth and grounding.
They play the intro, then loop it when bucky misses his cue. the second time they loop tony glances away from the crowd to see bucky, sweating by the mic. he catches steve’s worried eyes, sees white knuckled fingers again, and he takes a step forward.
he gets close enough to bucky he can lean into the mic, and bucky jumps at his presence. tony grins at the crowd. this is planned, he says with his grin and waits until the cue comes up again.
“how did it go?,” he says into the mic, “i never liked the winter, i’m tired of the sun. as days go on, i fall apart, and i thought this might be fun.” he steps back from the mic and plays breathing in for the next part.
“I never liked the winter,” bucky’s voice cut in, and if tony hadn’t been expecting it, well. “the rain won’t go away. but it’s fine, you see, because this is just the start.”
tony let his fingers follow the frets as he leaned into the song. it was a mistake not to practice this. it was a mistake letting bucky debut a song no one in the band had actually heard the full version of. but tony hadn’t been lying when he said he was good at improvising.
he followed steve’s lead well enough--hell, he knew enough of steve’s style he could ape a riff or two if need be. and he’d written down enough of bucky’s half thought poems mumbled through jam sessions that he might well have had the whole song compiled in his notebook somewhere.
He leans back in for the chorus as bucky’s voice swelled. “And even if you let go, there’s something holding on to you!”
the concert is a blur, with the stage lights and the crowd. tony backs off as bucky finds his feet, manages to get back to his own mic and sing back up from there. it isn’t like he’d imagined. somehow, there’s room on this stage. hearing bucky sing, for real, for the first time. it’s tugging something inside tony’s chest. and even though the riff he’s playing wasn’t written for him he finds that there’s a flair here and there, a little space for him to improvise.
there’s a place for him here.
he can hardly believe it’s over, just the cheers of the audience that make him aware that his fingers have stopped moving and no one is playing any more. it’s a rush to get back stage where rhodey and pepper clap his back and yell, and bucky and steve both look ready to have some kind of attack.
“that was good, right?” bucky asks
“good?” steve says, incredulously.
“that was amazing!” tony exclaims. he throws his arms over both their shoulders. “that was something else!” he grins back at pepper at rhodey who are hugging as well.
“i want to...” bucky starts, then stops.
“play it again, right?” tony says.
steve is the one who answers yes.
“we will! we have to!” tony shouts. he can barely stop from jumping for literal joy. the sweat under his shirt makes the fabric stick to him when he moves and now that he’s not under the stage lights his skin is chilling fast but hell if he can focus on that.
“i want to write more songs.” bucky says
“i want to, too.” steve says and they both look at tony, like if he tells them yes or no they’ll listen.
like maybe they want him to have a say in this.
“i want to play them,” tony answers. he bites his lips.
“i want to play songs your write for me. and, i want to play songs we write together.”
he closes his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. he can feel it again, the weight of someone watching him, the potential of failing in front of someone he cared about,
“okay,”
he blinks his eyes open. steve is staring, stubborn and determined, into tony’s face, like tony was a new fingerstyle he had to learn. bucky looked slightly confused.
“i did write the song for you... well, you and steve but--”
tony inhaled sharply, looking at bucky for what felt like the first time in a long while. exhaling, he lowered his face into his hands. “nooooooo.” he whined.
“this is why you can’t have nice things, tony!” rhodey yelled from somewhere behind him.
“you’re always over thinking it!” pepper agreed.
someone’s hands patted him on the shoulder. “i thought you knew, you were there when i came up with the first lyrics,”
tony shook his head.
“it was pretty obvious,” that was steve.
tony stuck a hand out to swat him, but found it caught instead. he looked up. “i guess it’s my fault.” steve said, “i’m not good at explaining things.”
“neither am i.” tony grinned. “but i think i get it now.”
“good”
#kamaeteWRITES#the ot3#tony stark#james barnes#steve rogers#what the fuck with the ship name for these three#oh#stuckony#i hate it.#stark spangled arms engineering
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okay, i’m currently watching the life is strange stream where they watch all the endings, and i feel like i need to air my thoughts a little. this is gonna end up as a fucking essay i just know it, so im sorry in advance
this contains spoilers by the way if you havent seen the endings yet or let alone played the game??+
when i first finished playing, i got the lone wolf ending and i absolutely loathed it. not because it was a badly produced ending, absolutely not, but because it was so.. surprising, and nothing like what i would expect when i chose to surrender after all that time and daniel refused. i’m pretty certain that most people played through (at least the first time), following your first moral instincts, yk? so i felt pretty bummed out when i ended up with what almost everyone is calling the worst possible ending. throughout the whole game i did everything i could to make daniel comfortable and happy, even though how stupid it seemed to me. it pains me a little to read those comments on how much they hate daniel, considering he’s nine years old when the game starts. NINE!!!
the thought of daniel, this one time following his own instincts by disagreeing with his brother, ended up getting his brother killed, and i can’t imagine how it must feel for him growing up knowing that sean’s death is on his hands – and possibly his fathers as well as he grows up. considering he wasn’t aware of his powers in the first episode, it wouldn’t be fair to hold him accountable for it, but looking at his character and how easily he could blame himself for chris’ potential death/accident.... yeah
however, i’ve also seen a lot of people saying that they think redemption is the worst ending. and honestly, the second time i played through the game, i was desperate on getting this ending. why? because i still felt like surrendering was the morally right choice for me. i 100% agreed with david (who i’ve loved since i first saw him in the first game, but that’s for another time) when talking to him in the game; you can’t keep running away forever. i think the redemption is bittersweet. i think that’s the best word for me to describe it. i understand that a lot of people disagrees with me and my interpretation of both sean and daniel. having a younger brother myself, he’s six years old to be exact, i know that i would do absolutely everything for him. i would do 15 years in prison for him in a fucking heartbeat. from the perspective of an older sibling, i think surrendering would be the right choice from sean’s perspective as well. he knew that if he surrendered, daniel would be able to live a normal life – a life that he himself was robbed of. daniel was able to go back to live with family, graduate from school, what normal people do. sean giving up his own freedom in order for his brother to live a happy life is heartwarming to me, but it’s also heartbreaking knowing that his own life will never be the same again. their reunion in the end has this fine line between being beautiful and heartwrenching when they return to their camping spot, and how the roles changed from sean comforting daniel in the first game, to daniel comforting sean after all this time.
of course, everything sean wanted to do in the beginning was to go to eric’s halloween party and woo jenn, him being taken away his teenage years is beyond unfair but then again a part of me doesn’t believe that sean regrets giving up his freedom for daniel in the end........feel free to change my mind
then you have both the parting ways ending and the blood brothers ending. i’ll go ahead with blood brothers first. i think both of these endings can be considered the better endings, in some way. in blood brothers, they get to be together. but at what cost? seeing this ending and having them be together made me incredibly happy at first, but me, being the over-analytical idiot that i usually am, can’t stop thinking about where does their story really end? they’re criminals in the united states, and they keep being criminals in mexico. if you ended up with this particular ending, i'm guessing it’s only realistic to see how daniel decided that following his brother’s footsteps was the right thing to do for him. i’m not saying that freedom and “obeying the rules and the laws of society” is the recipe to happiness, absolutely not. but... i don’t know. please help me see how this could be a good-good ending and not just a good ending because they get to stay together..
spotsuns wrote this on the blood brothers ending and i thought it was interesting
finally, parting ways. in this ending sean gets to be happy in puerto lobos with finn/cassidy/alone? whatever you chose in ep3, and daniel gets to live in beaver creek with their grandparents. the more i think about it, the more i believe this is the “right” ending, seeing how it was sean’s wish and idea from the beginning to travel there, and not daniel’s. sean even admitted to himself in episode 3 to finn i believe? that daniel doesn’t even want to go. i’m agreeing more with myself on how this could be the right right ending... to me, the significant purpose of the game was to do right by daniel. i loved how the game grasped the concept of being a helpless teenager who takes on the role of a guardian to a child – who has supernatural powers like telekinisis. it’s a challenge, that’s for sure, and it really questions your moral as a whole.
of course, the ideal ending would be them being able to be together and free in the us, or wherever they both want to be of course, but yeah.... i don’t know. i’ve been trying to sort out my thoughts for days, and to be honest it’s messing with my exams. ff u dontnod for releasing the last episode during exams!!11
anyway, please enlighten me if you have different interpretations of the different endings, or the game as a whole. i’m aware that everyone has different experiences and thoughts on the game, and i would absolutely love to hear them
#lis2#life is strange 2#sean diaz#daniel diaz#lone wolf#redemption#parting ways#blood brothers#wolf brothers#diaz brothers#kngcityedit#thoughts#dontnod
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linking this here bc it was technically a journal? i just don’t want it on my notes anymore and if i ever (likely not to) want to re-read for whatever reason. please note that i knew people would read this so things are censored and are the basic version. also there was a switch at one point from **** to chris because i didn’t want things to be read
(for later when i got time lmao)
Matt is a piece of shit that just wants to fuck -Chloe
well fuck
here goes nothing
the plan: don’t get drunk bc i got shit to do early next morning and ill tell him tomorrow when i do get drunk. spoiler alert that didn’t work
Gaby (coles gf) came too btw
so i had a smirnoff ice and said no more than two shots after so id be buzzed but not fully drunk (i ended up having three and was very much drunk)
me jon and gaby we’re talking about guys and i mentioned something about liking a guy or some shit and gaby looks at matt and then me and confirms it with me. then she tells me that apparently when she met me and a few other friends at the beach last quarter, that she predicted the two of us would end up together and told cole this. im like wtf how and she claims she’s psychic lol
later, Matt and i are on the sack and he looks at me and goes do you like me and im thinking well fuck so i say yes and he’s like well shit sorry but (and then i forgot exactly what he said) something along the lines of it’s not mutual or it’s not the right timing (i forgot okay) and then he gets up after a bit to go to the bathroom (I’m pretty sure cole went out too) and then me gaby and Jon have a chisme session and they think that he does like me but whatever
so the guys come back and at this point i really need to pee again so matt offers to take me and we start talking and he’s all, oh im sorry if i led you on and shit and im like it’s alright ill get over it, it just might be a bit awkward for me for a bit. but then on our way back from the bathroom he asks me , do you wanna at least kiss your crush at least one time and im like uhh yeah so he kisses me and then we start talking but i forgot about what and im kinda dizzy so he says, oh let’s sit on the couches for a bit before we go back, so we do and somehow we kiss again and then start making out
and at this point im like bitch there’s no way you don’t like me like why would you do that if you didn’t
so we finally go back and it’s been some time so the rest of em are obviously curious
matt goes with cole to the bathroom again and the three of us have a chisme session otra vez and they’re like yeah he fucking likes you he’s prob just scared bc of his last relationship
cole comes back in and basically backs up their side based on his convo he just had with matt
and so it’s decided that we’ll both sleep on the sack, Jon sleeps on his bed and the other two together in coles bed
he comes back and we all “go to sleep” but I push for him to hold me like he usually does whenever we sleep together and around like 2,3 am we both start making out again and just like uhhhh
also we’re both very much drunk but of course i tend to remember things whenever ive gotten drunk, however, he did not and so now we gotta talk and figure shit out and go from there
also im not telling Emilou or Hanna yet until we figure things out so
yeah
fuck
alrighty, so after last night, ive decided to do absolutely nothing about it and decided to just let things play out the way things do. i don’t wanna say something and ruin our friendship that we have bc i trust him a lot and like hanging out with him, so, i guess the end of this note for now, unless the situation changes anytime soon
Can Tim see what I write on this? -Chloe
Yes -Janet
Hi Tim!
-Chloe
Tim pls respond.
-Chloe
Hi Chloe! Sorry I have been busy at home LOL
He responded I’m so happy!
-Chloe
FYI im just going to add things at the top of the note so that its easiwr to see stuff when i add it bc then otherwise youd have to scroll a ton
and I’m dating shit so i know when I wrote stuff and my memory and yeahhh
FEB 15 1 pm
chillin in alp so lets get this chisme
alrighty so last night i stayed the night in pratts but it wasnt just me so calmate, it was me and jon bc long story short i was too lazy/dizzy to get up and jons roommate had her bf over. basically we both shared the bed, not a lot of physical contact but whateva
brb
anyways, there was also one point where he was watching a movie from his childhood and idk what tf it was but he was shocked that i havent seen those movies, so apparently now im gonna watch them so i told him for payback we gotta watch disney movies lmao
oh also! i fucking got back to my room and took a shower to get ready for class, and when hanna gets back from class shes all like oh you slept in HiS rOoM huh and i was like uhhh yeah and told her the truth like i was too lazy and dizzy to get up and then she didnt really say anything but uhhhh yikes
and then i mentioned this to emilou later when we were walking to class and shes like yeah idk why she did that that was weird and i was thinking like thank God she doesnt think the same as hanna bc shes also slept in his room on the bean bag a few times
FEB 14 2pm
heyyy its valentines day and guess whos still single and workinggg
so uhhh last night, around 1, both me and pratt finished our shit (hw and studying) and im wide awake so im like hey, brooklyn 99? (because i got him into the show and i love rewatching the show bc its sooo good) and hes down so we start watching in his room. were both on his bed but were sitting (for the tie being) and eventually i decide to lay down and use one of his pillows but its the flat pillow so i attempt to steal his other one, which he protests and we lowkey wrestle over it and eventually i fail ugh and i fall over in frustration and land my head on his knee and then just quit and stay there, but get this, he just deals with it and lays on top of me, like his head is on my side. granted we both also have pillows so like his pillow is in between me and him and same for me but like ughhh
and eventually i fall asleep for like an episode (?) and wake up right before 3 am, and then decide hey sleep sounds important bc i have an 8 am and so does he, so i sit up but im too lazy to get up right away so i sit and go through twitter and shit so chris just lays down with his head on my leg and i set my arm down on his chest and he falls asleep for a few minutes and then i finish going through my social media and every part of me doesnt wanna move, but im also in a position that would be uncomfortable to fall asleep in so i wake him up and then go back to my room
oh and the other thing i forgot was that for a good couple hours we were texting and joking around and yeahhh
i feel like im reading a lot into what happens but at the same time, like i doubt id be this comfortable doing shit with guys like this and idk about him, but like sometimes i wonder you know?
also, saturday night, as far as i know, its just me and him going to the basketball game bc idk who else is going (eye emoji insert here bc im on my computer lmao) so we'll see what happens
FEB 10 11am
okay soooo last night,
the plan was to get buzzed, just me and matt and watch Brooklyn 9-9 but then Anthony and emilou joined us so never mind. after a bit, Anthony leaves so he can answer a phone call and pratt offers me shot #1 and not emilou (she’s laying on the bean bag, I’m on his roommates bed chillin behind her so she can’t see what’s up)
we take two and im slightly buzzed but i think “hey lets see how much we can take before she notices” and he’s down so uhhh let’s get this
later we have to include Anthony and he’s down to see how much we can take and he just lets us continue, i get to 4 shots and he finishes the bottle so i can’t have a 5th
brb im gonna go eat with him
okay im back now...
anyways were both pretty out of it, emilou still hasnt noticed and anthony finds this all funny i assume and so do i , and eventually she finds out and then the two of them leave i guess around 2 am and the two of us are both on the bean bag and were both tired and drunk and drunk me like petting his hair and apparently holding his hand and well yeah i kinda hate drunk me bc if that wasnt obvious enough lmao :/
continuin, we basically end up cuddled together most of the night until we both kind of sober up hella early in the morning and kind of separate a bit
and so in the morning guess who brought it uppp and i at least have an excuse that i was drunk and not thinking and just kinda doing whatever drunk me wanted to do (but omggg his hair is so fucking nice to play with omg) anyways imma just die real quick bc idk what happens now
also since no one else was in the room literally no one else knows about this and i think were keeping it that way bc lets be honest if anyone found out about that i think id be screwed for secret keeping and then well yeah
FEB 8 1AM
i remembered:
sunday 2-3
i forgot this happened but before I ended up in chris’s room i was chillin upstairs watching tv and then he came out on the phone with some one and long story short he said something on the phone to his friend along the lines of “you’re gonna have me in your life for a long time” and when he was saying that i was looking at him bc soy chismosa and i was curious and he winked at me and I died
Monday 2-4
so the other thing that happened was I had lunch/dinner with him before my writing class and no recuerdo que decimos, but uhhhh yeah
i like hanging out with him
also, just got back from his room and am more convinced that he may not like me but actually just sees me as a friend but at the same time maybe he does but IDK
i hate feelings and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t have them sometimes lmaooo
FEB 7 5-7 PM
so im currently in the room rn so im gonna try to make this as chronological as possible
saturday 2-2
alrighty so mind you this is the day ive volunteered with ship and have spent the whole day there, (i dont remember why i thought this was relevant :/)
so saturday night, i go to work in his room around 8 (?) so i can work on my essay and finish my shit bc he has a bean bag thats hella comfy to work on
andd so later on, jocelyn comes in to watch anime with him and then after i finish we all decide to watch gabriel iglesias and ended up squishing together on the bean bag with me in the middle of the two of them
and so were all chillin there, laughing whatever and at one point chris fucking pratt puts his head on my shoulder for a little bit and i dIeDddd
and eventually i fall asleep when we start watching emperors new groove and mind you im fucking next to chris pratt like uhhhh my GOD
so i wake up once the movies over and then go to the bathroom and come back and by then he has taken over the whole bean bag and im sad that i cant just get back and go back to sleep so i go back to my room
(hanna doesnt know what time i get back i think and im pretty sure it was around4 am) (emilous also not here bc she went home for the weekend)
sunday 2-3
so i decide hey i was productive yesterday and decide to return to his room to work on shit and try to get as much done before work in theevening
i finish around 1/2? and then i tell him im bored and i wanna do something before work but idk what so he says lets go to the rec room and its just the two of us and its chillin and he puts me on his story playing pool lmao
and then i go to work :(
but then THEN later after work i go for a run and end up back in his room and theres a couple other people there and so were all chilling (mind you this is around midnight)
and somehow i end up falling asleep on the bean bag next to this girl jon from my hall and (this is a secret in a secret) but i hear her get up at one point and then chris pratt then joins me and during the night im tossing and turning and leaning on him a bit (ughhhh i died a shit ton)
monday 2-4
so in the morning around 720 or so i wake up pay dumb and am like oh whend you get here and he explains and then hes like yeah i dont really know the girl who slept in my bed (one of jons friends) and i figured since im more comfortable with you id just move here (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me upppp) [please note that when i say fuck me up i dont mean that type of fuck]
alrighty thats what i remember that i havent told you, and then the other bit from the screen record was tuesday and now its thursday and here i am in guess whos room again
possibly staying the night lmao
but jons also here so its not like im staying the night staying the night
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The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening remake
-Note: It’s kind of embarrassing to admit but my comments around the visuals of A Link to the Past and Link’s Awakening are straight-up incorrect. The two games did not share the same visual style and I honestly don’t know why I said that; I most definitely knew better. Still, I’m not going to get rid of it because the internet needs more examples of people admitting to be being wrong.
I say a lot that I want to be positive, but it’s really gonna be hard with this one. See, at the latest Nintendo Direct it was announced that they would be releasing a remake of the 26 year old game, The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening. As it happens I was already considering writing something about this game in a “Games from my Childhood” article, but that would actually have been positive! This one is… well, I’m going to at least try and balance every negative with a positive.
-at least the title screen looks good-
So where to begin: I won’t cover the story because spoilers but how about some personal background? The game came out a year before I did (ha! bad jokes) and I have no idea when I got my grubby little paws on it, but it was a part of my life genuinely for as long as I can remember, along with the Pokémon games. I never completed it as a child, but my memories of it were so good that I returned to it as an adult and completed it, learning its sad secret.
-hey! according to this it released the same year I did; me getting my years mixed up I guess-
Link’s Awakening (LA) was originally a pet project made outside of work hours which is why it borrows resources from other games such as the Mario series, but it was eventually released to critical acclaim. The gameplay is much the same as its immediate predecessor A Link to the Past (LttP), but with a number of new items and a unique soundtrack. Visually it is much the same as well, although its original release was black and white for the GameBoy with Link’s Awakening DX adding colour for the GameBoy Colour.
So let’s start with the visuals as that is most of what we have right now: the original shared its visuals with LttP what with them using the same assets (tools, resources etc) and LttP had a sequel recently that looked really nice. But the upcoming LA remake looks nothing like it; I wouldn’t expect it to but when a defence of the artistic choice is that “it’s an update of the original graphics” (so why not use the assets from the LttP remake?) or that it somehow “reflects the atmosphere of the original” except there’s no reason for it to be any different to, again, the LttP remake. And in response to the “atmosphere”, LA was one of the darker yet in some ways more whimsical games; this new style is childish to the extreme.
Don’t get me wrong, I love something that is good and childish, but there is a level when it stops being great and starts to feel like they condescend to the player. Bright colours, simple faces, high pitched noises- Oh god the noises!! I’ll expand on the sounds later but I’m still on the visuals. I’ve heard the game described as looking like Claymation, which isn’t wrong, but my immediate thought was that it looked like cheap plastic. And after watching it again and again as I discussed it with a friend, this opinion stuck.
-tell me this doesn’t look like claymation; this isn’t a game, it’s an animated short film-
You know how shiny and tacky cheap plastic usually looks? Imagine an entire game like that; an entire world like that. Fans of anime may understand what I say next, but there is a large element of “chibi” in this new game. Large head, tiny body. It’s often seen in short 4 minute spin offs of popular series.
-as you can see, chibi is hardly meant to be taken seriously-
-just to hammer things home-
So shiny plastic, silly chibi art with a soulless expression. Oh yeah, that. Link’s eyes have zero soul behind them. Zero. He’s a freakin’ monster. Have you seen those Funko Pops? You know how empty they look? Some have said it somehow reflects the original game’s art again, but back then they didn’t have the technology to make him look soulless and young me always thought he looked determined; it was really cool.
-determined; dead inside-
Okay, so I said I would try and be fair, and I have shat upon the plasticine toy-box long enough, so here’s what is good visually. The areas are actually really nice.
Ignoring the nail varnish sheen on everything, things are really detailed. There is an unfortunate trend in games, likely due to technical limitations, to have flat textures. Basically, imagine the difference between a tile or wood panel floor, and a picture of a tile or wood panel floor. But this game looks to have really tried in these areas. The grass looks thick and lush, tiles look like more than a photograph on the floor and even the flat flowers on the ground look decent. Just a shame it all looks like LEGO. Actually, a LEGO Zelda game would be awesome. But this is not that.
I haven’t explained that very well, it’s an area that I am new at but I will say that clearly a lot of care has gone into the assets and the world. It is not a lazy game in any way.
-don’t tell me those trees and rocks and- well, everything, don’t look like LEGO-
Next I’m going to talk about the sound. First of all, I’m convinced that they have artificially increased the pitch of Link’s voice so it is painfully sharp to the ears. I’ll admit, I have an unusual sensitivity to lights and sound and thus I prefer darker colours and quieter sounds; I avoid clubs like the plague and not just because I’ll likely catch it there. So maybe, just maybe, I’m noticing something that won’t be a problem for most, and is just unfortunate for me. And let’s ignore that it doesn’t match the darker tone of the game.
And the music? Also quite high pitched. And super cheery. It doesn’t have either the dreamlike or dark tones that could be expected (and just thinking of how it could be dreamlike gives me shivers; it could be so good) but is instead inanely cheery. In fact, I hope they sped everything up for the trailer and the pitch is just an unfortunate side-effect.
On the plus side, the trailer opens with a cool cinematic and I swear the music changes from a nice, cheerful rendition (I don’t dislike cheerful in-and-of-itself) of the Zelda main theme to the death squeals of various instruments that I mentioned before. On top of that, it ends on a really nice vocal version of the LA theme, Ballad of the Wind Fish. If the trailer had been the cinematic and that closing song alone then I would be beyond excited about the remake. Thank heaven it wasn’t, I’m not sure my love of the series could survive such a plummeting disappointment.
youtube
-and here’s the actual trailer for your perusal-
So I’ll finish here. I was originally very pleased, excited even that they had decided to remake what was a favourite, underrated and apparently forgotten game, but I kept my expectations low because I knew what to expect from these companies. I thought I did anyway. I was still disappointed. I thought I had prepared for the worst. Still, at least it gave me something to write about.
But, the game has clearly had a lot of work put into it and gameplay-wise it actually looks to flow really well so I’m sure it controls like a treat. But the visuals and music are too big of a deal for me to let slide; if it keeps up like this then it could literally be painful for me to play. Still, games do change a lot from the initial trailer to its release and I even put forth an idea of why the sound may hurt me so much here. Maybe the final game will be a lot better. Unfortunately, the things I want to be done in games and such rarely are, and I am often alone in my complaints.
And finally, yes I am aware that the famous and incredibly popular Wind Waker entry in the series also had similar complaints and became, as I said, incredibly popular. I wasn’t a part of that crowd, I was too young and honestly, Link’s Awakening was the only Zelda game I had actually played at that time.
#first puffin#opinion#video games#nintendo#legend of zelda#links awakening#links awakening dx#links awakening remake#remake#thosetagswilldofornow
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Hey! I was supposed to do a thing but my class got cancelled and I still have to do the thing but my sense of responsibility is tied to facing people so instead I wrote another thing, as in... a Penumbra fanfic thing. It’s like, entirely self-indulgent so it’s not really well written but I decided to get over my hang-ups about posting things so here it is anyway.
(clem if you wanna read it its spoiler free, except for the presence of one character you havent been introduced to yet <3)
Please enjoy my Ben is alive AU born from procrastination:
Ben opens the door slowly, looking blearily at him.
“Juno? Are you okay?”
Warmth and guilt surge inside of Juno, battling for dominance. He feels bad for contributing to the dark circles developing under his brother’s eyes, but he can’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the way Ben steps aside, silently inviting him.
“What time is it?” Mumbles Ben, as he puts water to boil.
“’Round two I think.” Seeing Ben so tired reminds him of the hell of a day he just had, and suddenly, he feels like he might use some sleep; or a blackout, Juno Steel isn’t choosy.
“I didn’t know you were coming by.”
It’s not sarcastic or even accusatory, because Ben is too good at not pushing on his buttons, but Juno feels guilty anyway.
“You left me a message and then didn’t respond when I called you back… I was worried.” It’s a weak-ass excuse, especially for disturbing Ben’s well-deserved sleep, and Juno knows it.
His brother doesn’t comment on it though. Just places a mug full of fuming tea of front of Juno and sits across from him.
“Sorry about that. I probably didn’t hear the com’ ringing.”
It probably makes sense that Juno would be a fuck up, considering Benzaiten got all of the qualities to be a perfect human being. That’s why Juno doesn’t complain about the beverage not being coffee and sips at his scalding hot tea.
“Juno.” Says Ben suddenly “What are those?”
“What?” Juno follows his brother’s look and notices the blood smeared on his hand. “Oh that? It’s nothing.” He’s mumbling guiltily and that, Ben doesn’t let pass.
“Like hell it’s nothing.” Ben groans and gets up. “Come on. We’re bandaging it.”
“What? No it’s okay, really.”
“My house, my rules.”
Ben’s tone is unflinching, and Juno knows he won’t win this argument, so he follows him in the bathroom. The overhead light is violent for his dark-adjusted eyes.
“Did you get into a fight? Take your shirt off too.”
“Come on, Ben, I’m fine…”
“Take. That Damn. Shirt. Off.”
Juno sighs, but doesn’t protest further and unbutton his shirt while his brother roots around his expansive first aid kit.
“Who was this time, the Kanagawas?” Ben asks as he wipes Juno’s hand with sanitizer. It stings but Juno deserves it and besides, he’s used to it.
Juno makes a non-committal sound as he watches Ben work. When he’s finishes with cleaning the cut on his hand, he examines Juno’s torso and tuts disapprovingly when he sees the collection of bruises his brother is sporting. But there’s no cuts to clean so he comes back to Juno’s hand, beginning to bandage his knuckles.
Ben is pointedly looking at his work when he asks, in a small voice.
“It wasn’t anyone from the HCPD, was it?”
Juno grimaces and looks away, even though Ben isn’t currently looking at him.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“I’m serious Juno! If it was Diamond or some of their goons…”
“It was just some dudes, okay? They wanted to mug me or something I guess.”
Ben deflates at that but tightens the bandage around Juno’s hand more strongly than is strictly necessary.
Juno sighs.
“Don’t worry about me, okay?”
Ben looks back defiantly.
“Of course I worry! You…”
He’s interrupted by the bathroom door opening.
“Hey babe, everything okay?”
Mick looks even more sleepy than Ben does. His voice is quiet and rough with sleep, and looking at him makes Juno wants to find his own bed and never leave.
“Hey Jay.” Mick mumbles, while passing a tender hand through Ben’s hair. “Got into a fight again? You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He responds, looking pointedly at Ben, who makes a face at him but doesn’t protest.
“Cool. I’m gonna set up the couch.” He plants a kiss on top of Ben’s curls and disappear.
Ben’s gaze lingers fondly after him for an instant, and it takes a bit of effort for Juno not to feel left out.
It’s not that he’s jealous of Ben, exactly. Mick is a great friend, but he’s also kind of a dumbass, and to be completely honest, much too sweet for Juno’s taste. As experience has proven many times, he prefers people that are violent and bad for him. Besides, even if he was interested in Mick, the poor bastard doesn’t deserve to be saddled with Juno’s disastrous parody of a functional human being. So Juno isn’t jealous, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes envy the relation Mick and Ben had together. And sometimes, it feels as though the trust and love they manage to share is just another proof that Juno well never manage to be as good as his brother.
Ben hands him a tube of gel.
“And this time, use it.” He’s saying. “That way, when you get into another fight, those first bruises will have healed, got it?”
What Juno mumbles could probably be interpreted as an agreement, so Ben doesn’t push. When they come back to the living room, Mick has deployed the couch so it now looks like a queen sized bed. Juno knows from experience than protesting against his brother’s hospitality won’t get him anywhere so he doesn’t comment, and picks up his cup of tea. It’s still pleasantly hot, and Juno wouldn’t know how to tell those two how much he’s grateful to have them both in his life right now.
“I should get back to sleep.” Says Ben. “I’ve got miss Swampson’s case to work over tomorrow.”
The icy grip of guilt takes hold of Juno’s belly. He knows he shouldn’t have come. He always messes…
“Juno, don’t.” Ben interrupts his train of thought with a cutting tone and a glare. “By the way, tomorrow, if you’ve got the time, I’ll need your help to track down someone in old town. Would that be okay?”
“Oh. Uh. Sure.”
“Great.” He plants a quick kiss to Mick’s cheek. “You can beat him unconscious if he refuses to go to sleep.”
“Hey!” Juno protests but it’s half-hearted at best, and Mick chuckles as Ben disappears into their bedroom.
“So…How are things?” It’s nice, imprecise, perfect for Juno to shrug off or ignore. Sometimes he forgets just how nice Mick is.
“Not worse than usual.” He responds. It’s not even a lie, it’s just that Juno’s usual sucks. Mick seems to pick up on it, too, if the grimace he makes is anything to go by.
“Any reason you were out at two in the morning? That you want to talk about?”
Juno doesn’t. It’s mostly easier to talk to Mick about those things, because, contrary to Ben, they’re both fucks up who can’t hold onto a job, but easier never means easy.
Mick sighs, but doesn’t push, and takes a sip of his drink.
“I got hired to coach a hockey little league.”
Juno squints at him.
“How?”
Mick chuckles instead of taking offense.
“One of Ben’s client: he didn’t have anyone so when he heard I needed a job he couldn’t find anything too bad with me.”
Juno snorts at that.
“They win any game yet?”
“No. But we’re having a lot of fun! I think this one’s a winner!”
Juno smiles but doesn’t say anything. If it was anyone else, he would happily believe that his friend had secured a job for a while, but with Mick there’s no telling what might happen. Sometimes Juno can’t help but wonder how his best friend is still alive.
“That’s a good thing too, cause Ben’s job is kind of crazy these days.” Mick sighs.
Juno squints.
“Please don’t tell me he hasn’t taken any free case again.”
“He didn’t!” Mick protests. “Well, just the one, and okay it took him a while, but mostly I think he feels… I don’t know.”
Mick is a terrible liar, but Juno isn’t about to call him out on it. They both know Ben loved being a cop. Loved the idea of helping people and standing up for the poor and the helpless. But Juno had had to go and ruin it. Of course, he knows it’s not entirely his fault and that the HCPD isn’t blameless and well, helps the mafia as much as it does the needy, he’s had this conversation with Ben enough time to recognize it. But it doesn’t change the fact that Ben loved the job, and that because of Juno he is now stuck doing a job he feels wholly inadequate for.
“Juno… I think he wants to ask you to help him.”
Juno snorts.
“Of course he doesn’t, I’ll just manage to fuck it up for him.”
“That’s not true!” Mick protests, even though they both know it is. “I’m sure you can help him help other people: you’re good at investigating! And… and… you’re better at him in fight and stuff!”
“I’m also better at making enemies and fucking up things he loves by bringing him all of my troubles. How do you know that won’t happen again?”
Mick deflates a bit at that.
“Juno… you know it’s not your fault…”
“Let’s not talk about that.”
Juno’s tone is dry as the Martian desert, and Mick stops arguing. He just pouts and bring his cup of tea to his face.
They let a few minutes go by, sipping tea and listening to the distant noise of the city. Mick is the one to interrupt it.
“It’s just… I’m worried about him, ya know?”
He knows. He’s worried too. Always. And the fact that Ben seems to constantly manage better than him has never changed that. But it’s just that Juno has never known how to make thing better. Somehow, everything he touches seems to turn to vinegar, so he won’t blow another thing up for his brother.
“You should go to sleep, Mick.”
Mick looks at him and sighs.
“Right.” He gets up and collects both their empty mugs, putting them in the sink. As he passes Juno, he pats his hair gently. “You should too, or you know Ben will knock you out for real.”
Juno hums, and Mick doesn’t insist. In seconds, he’s out of the room.
If you want to comment stuff or point out mistakes or ask questions (maybe?), pls feel free to send me a message or stuff.
Also for some reason I know have a lot of ideas about this AU so uh... this might become a thing
#tpp#the penumbra podcast#my writing#benzaiten steel#juno steel#mick mercury#junoverse fanfic#i feel like there should be more tag but idk what#:x#ben is alive au
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hello!! i just finished kh3 so below are my thoughts. obviously, spoiler warning if you havent finished the game.
first of all...... wow!!!!!!!!!! its real!!!!!!! i held the game in my own hands and played it!!!!!!!!! 12 year old me has been screaming non stop since the release im in a fog of emotion. every time i started up the game and heard that new kh3 rendition of dearly beloved with the ocean waves i just absolutely lost it
however, in the end, i feel mixed. i guess the hype over the years built up to an astronomical amount and while the game was incredibly fun and beautiful and i love seeing the story finally pan out into the finale, in a way it also felt very short? as of writing the first few paragraphs here i have just started san fransokyo, so i havent seen the actual finale, but these are my current thoughts and i will update this as i play. i still feel like there is so much more that is going to happen and ive barely even scratched the surface
theres a lot of new information that got me going WILD. piecing everything together & theorizing is always something i find fun about kingdom hearts since its so unpredictable. in fact i got so into it i had to start taking notes and making diagrams. i love a game that makes me bust out a notebook. (i do this for hm/sos/stardew and acnl as well lmao)
also every single time ienzo came on screen i went absolutely HOG WILD. when he laughed? the little laugh?? his smile?????? just thinking about it now is making me misty eyed fellas i love my boy
the implication that demyx, luxord (was his name always pronounced luke-sord??? i always said luck-sord wtf), and obviously marluxia and larxene's somebodies are from before the keyblade war is out of control!!!! vexen and demyx being double agents for ansem the wise?? ANSEM THE WISE'S REUNION WITH IENZO!!!!!!!!?????????? also zemyx is real sdfjsdlkfjsdlkfsdlkfjsdlkf jk
uHHHHHHH VENTUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BABY MY SONION!!!!!!!! AND AQUA!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!! im honestly losing my mind everything is coming together aaaaaaaaaaaa literally seeing ventus looking SO BEAUTIFUL is making me lose my mind AND UHH AQUA.... REALIZING SHES IN THE WORLD OF LIGHT...........DAMN U NOMURA FOR MAKING ME FEEL
S-SAIX................................. I LOVE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!
i felt very mixed about the paopu sharing scene. while i know this ship was always going to be endgame, i really hate how little development it actually gets throughout the Whole Series so instead it feels So forced. that scene is bone dry. the whole time i was wondering why they werent including riku since he was like.. 20 feet away.... like hes your best friend too guys.... i really am unable to understand this scene. like... nomura you KNOW how to write compelling relationships so what happened buddy. woody and buzz had more romantic tension than sora and kairi. also like when she leads him into the light or whatever.. whats the deal
i LOVE kairi but god. can you PLEASE let her do SOMETHING????? CAN I PLAY AS KAIRI??? im so tired of her being reduced to a damsel even when she has a weapon shes supposedly adept with now. she has had like.............. no development. im so sorry this happened to you kairi
im surprised there arent more worlds. i thought there would be the same or a greater number of disney worlds as kh2 but theres actually fewer?? and they feel much longer, or at least some of them do. worlds like the caribbean and toybox felt gigantic and took me forever while corona and monstropolis felt smaller. and some of the worlds you cant even fully explore until after you played through the story????
also im very intrigued about this new female character that keeps getting mentioned vaguely. i suspect there will be some intense retcons put in place abt her since she has NEVER been mentioned before dispite it seeming like shes very important.
the final world place is very interesting conceptually but like how many times in this series am i going to have to collect soras lmao ALTHO i loved hearing from namine ;_; i miss u sweet girl
also uhh i could write for forever about sora as a character and how complex he is when you actually think abt it. i STILL see ppl saying riku is more interesting as a character but i feel like ppl only look at soras optimistic outlook. sora really keeps his feelings locked up way more than you think he would & not only that but hes so empathetic he ends up tackling everyone else's feelings too.. the idea that he is only powerful or useful because he has friends really hammers in how he says "my friends are my power" like.. every 5 seconds.. god i love u but pls take a break for a Second. i just want him to go home and hug his mom
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ok i just finished. like 5 mins ago. im still trying to like.. register what happened. the final act really packed a LOT together. i feel like theres too much to even mention right now. and theres still SO many questions.
like i said before, i feel mixed. while there was a LOT to like about this game, there was also a lot that i did not like or was confused/put off by. i thought the first like, 2/3 of the game was too long and kind of boring sometimes? i couldnt handle in arendelle how they included the songs.. i get why they did it but it was NOT for me. the disney worlds kind of dragged on and, outside of the story connections to the finale, felt a little pointless. nothing happened other than the org popped in to egg on sora and then left. and the final act went by SO QUICKLY i didnt feel like there was enough time to register all the shit that was happening. also i fucking HATE how after everything, kairi was reduced to a damsel YET AGAIN. are you KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!! everything she does is off-screen and her "death" acts as a motivation for sora which is the worst way to do things like what the fuck
i personally really liked the game, even if parts were not as i initially expected. there was a lot of hype surrounding this game, but i think for what it was, it was as enjoyable to play as any kh game, and it delivered a lot of emotions, answered a few questions, created more questions, and wrapped up the dark seeker saga pretty nicely while still leaving room for future stories to be told. and BOY do i have some questions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
people who dont like how convoluted, dramatic, weird, tropey or heavily-retconned the plot is might think its bad. but ppl have thought kh in general is bad for those reasons for years anyway. honestly while these are all things that i can understand and empathize with, in the end for me its about how it makes me feel rather than like, how well it follows storytelling rules? and it sure made me feel a Lot. like im saying this as a long-time superfan so lmao
anyway i cried a lot for a very long time about the following: old man yaoi, ventus and roxas being in the same shot, how everyone looks rendered in beautiful next-gen hd, lea isa and xions new outfits, namixi date, uhhh seasalt trio finally got to go to the beach together, namine being ALIVE, all the shit everyone said after i beat them in the labrynth, how often everyone cried in this game, sora uhhh not existing??? what happened????? is this what the next game is going to be about???
THANKS NOMURA FOR MY FUCKING LIFE????????
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OKAY SO BIG RANDOM GAMEPLAY SPOILERS ABOUT DELTA RUNE
OKAY SO BIG BIG BIG BIG SPOILERS DOWN BELOW IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME AS THIS WAS MY EXPERIENCE SO i did update this as i was playing so please ignore my spelling mistakes and confusion as i am to lazy to go back and fix it lmao enjoy!! :D
man WHAT i has to stare at their names to figur it out but KRIS IS FRISK AND RALSEI IS ASRIEL AND SUSIE IDK WHO SHE IS BUT WHATEVER BUT WHENEVER WE SAVE IT COMES UP AS THE CREATOR AND KRIS IS GONE AND IM LIKE ??????? SO WHEN AM I SHOWINH UP BUT NO OFFENSE I KNOW IM SUPPOSED GO SAVE EVERYONE AND GOAT MOM AND EHATEVER BUT I LIKE GENOCIDE SOZ NOT SOZ i honestly though kris was chara but then i’m like oh shit they have one yellow stripe OH SHIT DOES IT KNOW I PLAYED GENOCIDE LMAO
but man it’s so cool and i’m happy so
EW CROWN MARIO REFRENCE I HATE THIS GAME LMAO
ok was there a way to finish the crown mario button fight without being pacifist ew
i’m sorry i don’t know how to get exp or love or whatever they call it and i am MAD
when you loved clover but you trying to be mean so you had to kill them D: I AM BAD PERSON BC IT WAS THEIR BIRTHDAY UGH
i love magnus and his hammer head ugh he cute
i like lancer BUT DO U REALLY WANT HIM ON MY TEAM HMM
i charged my mind i love lancer he’s just scared and he wants his papa to live and love.
aND HIM AND SUSIES FRIENDSHIO IT IS GREAT I LOVE IT OK
ALSO HUH LOOK AT THAT ATTACK WOW REMINDS ME OF FLOWEY OH WOW IT WORKS LIKE FLOWEYS ATTACK! WAY TO STEAL AN ATTACK FLOWEY (he don’t exist yet i’m guessing as toriel talked about asriel at the start of the game so prequel to when monsters lived above???)
OH NO I AM SAD AGAIN LANCER ISNT HITTING BACK LIKE GOAT MAMA NOOO DO NT HURT HIM SUSIE
susie is like ok we can talk it out with the king and i’m like WHAT NO IM HERE FOR GENOCIDE I AINT DOING NO PACIFIST
even tho i couldn’t kill the button crown dude whatever honestly didn’t know how lmao
excuse me Rouxls Kaard??!?! ur basically a royal mettaton OK BUT WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SPARKLY THI G DOD I MISS IT OR HUH
ugh gross the shop keeper is Rouxls Kaard MAN EW UR PUZZLES SUCK
KING PLS WHAT HAPPENE TO U??? TO THEM HES A HERO TO ME WHAT THE HELL WHY IS IT COMING OUT OF HIS STOMCH IM SO CONFUSED HELP
you’re much stronger than i envisioned PLS don’t use toriels like thanks i am TRYING to do genocide BHT OK
HUH I DID MOT AGREE TO PUT MY WEAPON AWAY
WHERES MY CREATION I WANT TO MURDER STUFF LMAO
wow i suck i just want to kill everybody and not even do a peaceful way whoops lmao
I KNEW IT HOW FUCKING RUDE MR KING I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BUT NO AND RHEN YOU FO THAT?!
WAIT IM NOT READY TO LEAVE I HAVENT DONE THE THING IN THE FOREST OR GOT THE KEY WAIT
OH MY GOD WHAT ITS FLUFFYBOY IN COLOUR HUHHE CUTE
UH OH DETERMINATION AWLAWYS HAS TO REUIN EVERYHRJ H
okay yes toby i will leave you be but i wanted to look i the computer lab cri
OH ASGORE IS MY DAD YEAH WE BASICALLY CHARA BUT OUT NAME IS KRIS frisk BUT WHAT AWW
EXCUSE ME ASRIEL IS IN COLLEGE?!
omg did asgore die maybe they had a fight again or whatever but excuse me what happened i want to know.
BURGERPANTS WHY ARE TOU WORKING AS A MASCOT A PIZZA PLCE I MISSED TOU BUT UR JOB STILL SUCKS
and undyne and alphys not together???
IT WAS NICE TALKINGBURGER PANTS BUT THERES SO MUCH TO LOOK ATHOPEFULLY YOU CAN GO TO COLLEGE AND BECOME THAT ACTOR ENJOY MAN
UH NTY I LIKE ASGORE AND TORIEL NOT ASGORE AND UNDYNE AND UNDYNE AND BURGER PANTS EW no offense.
IM SO HAPPY TO SEE ALL MY FRIENDS?? I AM CRYING
DAAAAAD WHAT HAPPENED I CAME TO SEE YOU, YOU OWN A FLOWER SHOP?? AW MAN I LOVE YOU
THAT WAS SUCH A CUTE HUG OMG DONT APOLOGIZE DAD I MKSSED U NO WAIT I LOVE HUGS GIVE ME ANOTHER PLS
huh that’s cool instead of souls he has flowers instead pls don’t tell me we gonna run into evil soul flowers in this game thanks.
oh the flowers toriel used for her wedding are probably the ones in the containers i am sad
RED HORNS?! YOU MEAN DEVIL HORNS WHAT WERE TOU THINKING jk lmao
excuse me mum but if you do not put those flowers in the kitchen and you put them in the trash I AM MOVING OUT
oh i just noticed that my side of the room in really empty and now i am sad, asriel what the hell.
UM
UM
UMMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK OH NO I KNEW IT OH MY GOD UM UM THAT IS BAD BUT OK IT IS GOOD CAUSE THAT EHAT I WANTED BUT OH NO
HELLO I KNEW IT WAS YOU
end of first run lol
starts of pacifist run
also so i’ve replayed it as i’m trying to actually do genocide and pacifist instead of neutral, ill figure it out. but the cutscene when they were falling down tbh could have been my eyes but i swear i saw abit of red on uh chara or mikaela or kris or whatever you want to call them. anyways.
UM
so i’m doing pacifist ugh anyways omg?
but i mean WHAT ITS SOCUTE UGH
anyways if ur doing pacifist o honestly think you gotta fight the temptation to kill everything as the evil character man it’s gonna be hard bc goat mama noticed something was wrong and now we ripped our soul out so UH I MEAN YES SOMETHING IS WRONG. CALL 000 PLS
OK SO PACIFIST IS COOL BUT YKNOW
ANYWAYS I AM GETTING MAD ABOUT THIS SECRET BOSS UGH CAN YOU JUST FALL ASLEEP MAN WHAT THE HELL
I WANNA KILL HIM BUT IVE DONE THIS WHOLE THING PACIFIST SO UGHHHH
OK I GIVE UP I CANT FIGURE OUT THE PATTERN CRY I MAY HAVE TO COME BACK TO IT BUT PROBS NOT I MEAN IS THE ARMOUR WORTH IT OR LIKE
anyways time to continue with pacifist story
ah lovely pacifist ending
no my only question is when chapter 2 comes out i’m wondering if that’s gonna be start of the “genocide route” or where you start gaining levels if you want.
OTHERWISE SUPER COOL YA OK
im sorry i thought i was done with this post lol but that ending gets me everytime i’m still wondering where the soul will go or who will take it bc goat mama is probs gonna see it in there. but i honestly wonder why they turned evil like was it because asriel wasn’t there and mum and dad broke up or was it because of susie even tho she was nice like?????? maybe it was because of the king like spooky king not dad king like maybe they noticed that you can’t trust anyone and like i gotta kill them or. UGH I DONT KNOW. TO MANY THINGS.
OH MY GOD WHAT IF WE WKE UP IN CHAPTER 2 AND MIRDER GOAT MAMA LIKE EXCUSE ME NO THANKS WELL I MENA IVE MURDER HER LIKE 7 TIMES BUT THAT WAS WITH MY CONSENT I DONT WANT MY BABY TO MURDER HER
as someone who loves Chara/whatever you name them/frisk/kris but also loves genocide i can’t say anything to justify their actions as i did nothing wrong and they ripped out their soul and got a knife by themselves so uh IT WASNT MY FAULT
ANYWAY THIS WILL BE THE END UNTIL SOMEOME COMES OUT AND TELLS ME THERE IS A WAY TO DO GENOCIDE SO
if ur waiting for a theory it ain’t coming i mean there might be bits in this but like it’s honestly me screaming LMAO
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Who The Fuck Writes A Ten-Page Rant?????
Chapter 12: Two Future Visits???
Also on ao3
-- apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --
AA: dave!!!
AA: youll never guess what just happened!!!
TG: yo ara lay it on me
TG: if you say ill never guess then i guess ill never guess but youve piqued my curiosity here and ive absolutely got to know what you want to tell me
TG: although presumably youre going to tell me regardless of whether or not i actually guess
AA: you would be correct
TG: ara im dying
TG: i need to know this sweet ass thing that just happened
TG: i might die if i dont find out soon
TG: there i go
TG: on my deathbed
TG: struggling for breath and doing my goddamn best to make words come out of my mouth
TG: and you of all people know exactly how much i talk
TG: holy shit that last moment at my death i can barely speak
TG: but i manage it just enough to say my last words
TG: put a whoopie cushion on dirks seat at my funeral
TG: everyones in tears
TG: the most perfect last words
AA: alright! ill tell you!!!
AA: sollux proposed to me!!!
TG: holy shit!!!
TG: thats fantastic!!!!
TG: what do people do when someone proposes
TG: do we celebrate
TG: should we celebrate
TG: that certainly seems like something worth celebrating
TG: should we have a party
TG: just
TG: holy fuck
TG: when did he propose how did he propose
TG: lay all the deets on me
AA: so remember when i told you he had something he was working on that he couldnt show me because it was a surprise for me
AA: it turns out that it was a video game
AA: it was really cute and sweet and it was a game about finding fossils
AA: it was at the very end when the fossils spelled out will you marry me
AA: and thats how sollux proposed to me!
TG: thats absolutely adorable oh my god
TG: i dont think i can handle this cuteness
TG: satisfaction may have brought me back the the cuteness killed me again
AA: dave!
AA: you cant die yet!
TG: well i wasnt planning on dying quite yet because i still have shit to do
TG: and if i died i would start wandering the world as a ghost because i had unfinished business
TG: youll have to burn my body
TG: or put it in a museum
TG: that would be kick ass
TG: thats where i want my bones to be when i die
TG: ill make a museum and then all the little kids will be able to see the creators bones scattered about in a glass case
TG: it will even have my shades on my skull
TG: and the kids will go
TG: woah thats one sick ass skull what a cool dude
AA: the coolest
AA: but i wanted to tell you that im coming into town for the wedding!
AA: im going to take some time off of work so that i can have a proper wedding with all my friends and stuff
TG: !!!!
TG: holy shit!!!!!
TG: what are we going to die i have no idea
TG: i just i havent seen you in person in so fucking long
TG: oh my god
TG: aradia im so excited holy shit!!!!
AA: im also very excited!!!
AA: however the wedding is going to take a while to plan and i will still be working during that time so im not coming for a few months
AA: i just wanted to tell you that i will be there eventually
TG: i honestly cant wait
AA: i cant wait either
AA: i do have to go now
AA: afterall my work is never done
AA: i will troll you when i have some free time <>
TG: sounds great <>
-- apocalypseArisen [AA] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --
You wonder who you gush to first about the news.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
TG: rose rose rose rose rose rose rose
TG: guess what
TT: Did you perhaps learn how to use punctuation?
TG: no and your girlfriend didnt either
TT: That’s cold, Dave. That’s really cold.
TT: But, please, do tell this secret that you have been withholding from me for so long.
TG: aras gettin married to sollux!!!!
TG: isnt that fucking some fucking fantastic shit
TG: like holy shit my moirail is getting married
TT: Your moirail?
TG: its a recent development
TG: anyway shes getting married and shes coming to town in a few months and rose
TG: rose
TG: im so fucking excited rose like holy shit
TG: i havent seen ara in ages and now shes getting married
TG: im just so fucking happy for her
TT: I’m happy for her as well.
TT: Please, tell her congratulations for me.
TT: Who’s she getting married to?
TG: shes getting married to her boyfriend of like five years i think
TG: i know theyve been dating for a while but i dont really know exactly how long who knows
TG: but his name is sollux and i dont really know much about him outside what aras told me but he seems like a pretty cool dude
TG: and i trust her judgement anyways
TT: Be sure to give her my congratulations.
TG: ill be sure to do that
TG: now if youll excuse me im gonna tell literally everyone about this
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --
TG: jade youll never guess
GG: im going to take a wild guess and say that someones getting married!
TG: holy shit i guess you did guess
TG: never mind then
GG: no!
GG: dont go!
GG: i dont know the details yet!
TG: well if you insist
TG: shes getting married to sollux who ive never actually met but he seems like a pretty cool dude from what ive heard from him
TG: and shes coming to town in the next few months after planning the wedding and finishing up the job she has right now
TG: and so well get to see her!!!!
TG: jade ill get to see aradia!!!
TG: holy shit you might actually become friends!!!
GG: !!!!
GG: i cant wait!!!!!!
TG: anyway ive got to relay the news to john now
TG: hes the last to know
GG: i wont spoil the surprise for him
GG: but if you wait to too long rose might!
TG: oh shit youre absolutely right
TG: i gots to go
TG: be sure to tell me about those cars youre working on later k cause they seem cool as shit
GG: will do!
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
TG: john
TG: john
TG: john
TG: hey there johnny boy
EB: i’ll listen to whatever you have to say, dave, but you have to promise to never call me “johnny boy” ever again.
TG: alright alright i promise
TG: but i also promise that what im going to tell you is going to blow your fucking mind
EB: try me.
TG: aras getting married!!!
EB: what!
EB: holy shit, dude!
EB: god, i haven’t even talked to her in such a long time.
EB: and now i’m hearing that she’s getting married?
EB: just, wow.
TG: yeah i know right
TG: shits groovy
EB: did you really just use the word “groovy” in a completely unironic context, dave?
TG: yes
TG: ive moved passed liking things ironically egbert
TG: you got to enjoy things as they come and let no one shame you for liking them
EB: that’s some solid advice, my dude
TG: anytime
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
Welp, you’ve messaged your main best friends about the wedding, and you’ve mostly got the excitement out of your system, at least until Aradia gives you more details about the planning of her wedding, and you're also going to assume that Aradia is going to message her other friends about the wedding.
Might as well do some work, and, by that, you mean it’s time to review some stuff that you may or may not have been procrastinating reviewing. But it’s time to take action! Make yourself a better person and stuff like that. One destruction of the thing you’re supposed to be doing at a time.
“Now, everyone wants to know how well these nail polishes work, and I am clearly the person to go to if you want to know about nail polishes because I paint my nails all the time, which you would see if you’ve watched my other videos.”
You make a mental note to put photos of your clearly not painted nails over the screen during the editing process.
You first start out doing what you always do in your videos, which is describe the object you’re reviewing in great detail.
“Okay, so this nail polish is kind of liquidy, like all nail polishes I’ve seen are, and this one that I’m holding is a blue one. Like, a blue that’s one of the prettiest blues you’ve ever seen, like the feeling when it’s slightly rainy outside, and you’ve got all your work done, so you’re just sitting there, listening to the soft rain, holding your favorite warm beverage and a feeling of calm washes over you, and everything is okay. You know. Like that.”
You turn the nail polish bottle around to see what else you could describe.
“There also seems to be bits of glitter hanging around in there. They look silvery like the sound of rain. Or the sound of a coin clanking against the ground. Mmmm, no, that would be a gold color, so let’s stick with the sound of rain.”
You then describe the bottle the nail polish is in, including what the font looks like and the color of the lid (white).
“I do have these other colors that came in the set, so I have a total of five. One for each finger. All of them have the same silver glitter as the blue one so that you know that they are from the same set or brand or whatever.
“The other colors are green, red, pink, and orange. Honestly, they could have gone for the complete rainbow, but they didn’t because they’re cowards. Where’s my yellow? My purple? With the colors they gave me, I can’t do the full gay rainbow. How are people supposed to know how bi I am without purple?
“Anyway, let’s get to describing each of these colors. This green- like a grassy meadow. It’s the smell of flowers, but then you sneeze because you’re allergic to pollen.” You pick up the green polish and hold it up so the viewers could see it. Then you put down the green polish to pick up the red one.
“The red is firey, and it’s probably my favorite out of these colors. It looks like someone shouting encouraging words at you but in an aggressive way, so you’re not really sure if they’re insulting you or not. Spoilers, they’re insulting you while telling you how much they love you because they can’t let anybody know they’re emotionally vulnerable.”
You then pick up the pink nail polish.
“And the pink- prettiest fucking pink you’ll ever see. Like a song that makes your heart thump and burn from thinking about the one you love, you know? Kind of also makes me think of cookies. Like, sugar cookies, especially the ones shaped like hearts. It’s a very lovey-dovey sort of color.”
And then, at long last, you pick up the orange polish and gazed at it.
“And, finally, we have this orange polish. Now, it looks exactly like an orange smells like. Or like salty orange juice. Why would you put salt in your orange juice? A prank? That’s the only conceivable reason I can think of, but I’m not here to judge people for their eating or drinking habits. But, now that we’ve looked carefully at all these polishes, it’s time to actually get to the painting part.”
You open the orange polish because you were already holding it, and you examine the consistency of the nail polish.
“Yep, that’s nail polish alright. Let’s put that shit on our nails and see what happens.”
You proceed to messily paint your nails. There’s nail polish everywhere. You somehow get nail polish on your face. You have no idea what happened. You look later- there’s nail polish on your foot. You don’t know how it got there.
You do, in fact, manage to paint all your nails, however messy the end result ended up being, so you are proud of yourself for managing to do that much.
After recording the video and making sure you actually recorded all that, you uploaded the footage and decided to edit it later.
After an hour or so of scrolling through mindless memes, you get a message on pesterchum.
-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --
TG: guess who the FUCK is comign to town next week
TG: *coming
TG: that’s right
TG: me
TG: ur fav sis
TG: oh shit this is fantastic
TG: dont tell rose that youre my favorite sister though
TG: i would never hear the end of it
TG: ur secret is safe with me
TG: *wonk*
TG: anyway
TG: i was just here to tell you that.
TG: dont be a stranger
-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --
Holy fucking shit. You can’t believe you got news of some of your favorite people coming to visit in the same day. Granted, they weren’t arriving in the same time period, but still.
You can’t believe Roxy is coming next week!! You are so ready to spend time with Roxy. It’s going to be a blast.
#davekat#dave strider#aradave#arasol#aradia megido#john egbert#rose lalonde#jade harley#roxy lalonde#homestuck#hs#pesterlogs
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yyh and inuyasha !!!
hello miss falen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank yo u so mcuh omg such excellent taste in showss hhhh
yu yu hakusho
haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching | might watch | currently watching | dropped | hated it | meh | a positive okay | liked it | liked it a lot! | loved it | a favorite
don’t watch period | drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes | give it a go, could be your thing | 5 star recommendation
fav characters: KURAMA!! and hiei, kuwa, yusuke, botan, koenma, keiko :o literally everyone i cant choose faves
least fav characters: toguro brothers!!! and also that one guy who kept beating up kurama after he was unable to fight >:((( and also i would include karasu because yuck but i also love his character design so :(
fav relationship: yusuke and keiko are super cute !!!!! and i love the interactions between the main 4 so much :((
fav moment: too many !!!!!
when yusuke absolutey DESTROYED that asshole that kept beating up kurama, what an absolute power move.
also !! like when yoko kurama’s “bang”? i dont know how to explain it but it like,,,, w woww love him
when kuwa was losing to that guy but he heard yukina and just immediately won the battle?? all that build up asdhjkasjkl
also all scenes where yusuke’s hair is down because Yes Please !
THAT ONE PONYTAIL KURAMA SCENE !! @ togashi why would u show us the potential of ponytail kurama and then never bring it back
that funeral scene for yusuke also Fucked Me Up
so many so many i could continue forever and i havent even finished it yet sahlajadjlks
headcanons/theories: ???????? none
unpopular opinion: ????????????????????
how’d you find it: miss falen you were live tweeting yyh and you were loving kurama so much and i got really interested because!!!! 90s anime !!!! and then i found out that kurama was a) a furry boy that was b) voiced by komaeda’s seiyuu and c) kinda looked like inuyasha when he is in yoko form and i was Sold
random thoughts: im really so glad that i started watching this and im surprised i didnt find it earlier!!!! its exactly the kind of anime i absolutely adore. i love the animation style so much,,,, like all 90s anime just looks really rounded and squish and faded if that makes any sense??? the characters are adorable and stupid but they all undergo so much growth ??? like their character change so much throughout the story???? and idk man the first ep made me cry and ive never not liked an anime that makes me cry. also im planning on watching the dub because apparently it is !!! really good!!!! so my game plan is to actually finish watching the series first and then watch the new ovas and then watch the dub so i can cry all over again good plan good plan
inuyasha
haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching | might watch | currently watching | dropped | hated it | meh | a positive okay | liked it | liked it a lot! | loved it | a favorite
don’t watch period | drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes | give it a go, could be your thing | 5 star recommendation
fav characters: literally the entire main crew and also sesshomaru and rin and kohaku and koga
least fav characters: um i used to hate kikyo when i was a kid but like i dont anymore so i guess its just??? naraku now?? fav relationship: inuyasha & kagome !!!! literally my first ship ever, way before i even knew what that meant . they are just so dumb and cute :( fav moment: i have so many so like heres a list and also big fat spoiler warning ok
okay so like that ep with the thunder brothers and inuyasha thought kagome and shippo were dead and passing onto the next world and totally freaked out until he realized that oops the blue glow was shippos dad all along, idk that scene was so funny to me
also fateful night in togenkyo at the end where kagome thought inuyasha died but he comes up and makes fun of them for crying like an Asshole, inuyasha ur so dumb sometimes
any scene w/ human inuyasha bc human inuyasha >> literally anything
also i rlly love the scene where inuyasha turned full demon and was like in the cocoon thing and i dont even remember what happened i just remembered loving it because i love pain
oh also scenes where inuyasha and koga keep trying to look cooler than each other to impress kagome as if they werent the biggest losers in the world, ya those scenes are great
theres like so many more please i will keep talking if yall dont stop me i love inuyasha so much
headcanons/theories: u would think that i have some but tbh nah
unpopular opinion: i actually like miroku ! like im 100% sure it has to do with the fact that ive loved his character for 10+ years and im sure i probably wouldve thought very differently of him if i had started watching recently instead
how’d you find it: ok so like when i was 6 or 7, i had this friend that would come over and watch anime with me and in the evenings, all the violent anime would air on Bionix and we thought it was so rebellious to watch Older Kid anime so we would watch it every week and one week inuyasha came on and it was the episode where he got absolutely impaled by a demon tree (which is like every other episode) and i was so scared that i cried. anyways thats my first memory of inuyasha and i havent stopped watching it since, i love that show so much my dudes
random thoughts: what can i even say? this show was my entire life. it still is my entire life!! when i first discovered it in first grade. then in third grade i developed a big fat crush on inuyasha. in sixth grade, i was teased and was so embarrassed by it that i stopped watching the anime and reading the manga. in tenth grade when i heard affections touching across time and i was hit with such a strong wave of nostalgia that i binged the entire series that month. and then when i watch the very last episode and i cried because this show that had been with me my entire life just ended and it left such a big hole in my heart. i dont always talk about it but i will never stop loving this show and its dumb characters and its ability to lift my mood no matter what, its my absolute fave.
#sorry i got super cheesy with inuyasha but i just love it so so so much#also sorry for the essay#i do not know how to Shut Up#THAKN U MISS FALEN!!! for giving me an excuse to just absolutely gush about these anime#asks#warmyuki
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