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helphensteeple · 2 years

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it’s really frustrating to see people continue to act like from games have no story. like if that style of storytelling isn’t to your taste & you don’t care, there’s nothing wrong with that, but claiming it doesn’t count as a “real” narrative is laughable and honestly a self report

i know this isn’t a new thing by any means—in my case, my first entry into the series was bloodborne and i was hearing people say the exact same kind of things about it back then. “plot what plot?” or “it’s just a bunch of cryptic nonsense randomly thrown together lmao classic from!” which i accepted at face value……. only to find once i started playing that it did in fact have quite a clear story with incredibly well-defined themes PLUS tons of lore to give flavor to the world and additional context to the story??? where i was having the enjoyment of experiencing a great story PLUS the fun of actively putting that story together piece by piece as i went through it???? imagine my shock.

and yes from’s storytelling is one of the main draws for me, it’s such a wonderful change of pace that fits the medium of interactive media so well!! there’s nothing inherently wrong with the more cinematic style of presentation, obviously. like…. my other main game interest for the past few years is a story that’s famous for having walls of cutscenes so long it pops up a box to warn you beforehand. but good god it’s really so refreshing to be given this intricate web of a story that unfolds & deepens the more you look at it, something that encourages you to engage with it at your own pace and come to your own conclusions. and it DOES take a ton of skill to write that way! i’m tired of people pretending it doesn’t!!!

the aspect of open-endedness is what makes these stories something we can come back to for years and years in the community as new things are uncovered and speculation evolves. every time i go looking into some rabbit hole with elden ring story/lore to see how others read it i’m astonished by how much thought went into constructing it. i love that feeling of someone’s analysis giving context to something i got a vibe for but wasn’t able to put into words! or seeing how someone’s unique perspective results in a completely different reading i never would have thought of! it is a feature not a bug!!!

#it’s wild too because elden ring really feels like the least opaque story they’ve done #despite the ‘web’ so to speak being bigger and more intricate the overarching story itself is conveyed pretty clearly #to be charitable i think it’s partly that a lot of people have so little confidence in their critical skills #there is a certain amount of vulnerability in engaging with fiction that welcomes speculation #because it does end up revealing various aspects of how you see things #and nowadays there’s this goofy idea that there’s ONE correct way to LITERALLY interperet text and deviating from it makes you look dumb #not to mention critical discourse being kneecapped lately by bad faith clickbait andys and braindead storytelling #so then it becomes easier to completely dismiss anything challenging #lest you look like some kind of PRETENTIOUS SNOB FRESHLY ESCAPED FROM YE OLDE PARIS SALON in front of god and everyone egads #but like. that’s what art is all about babey loosen up a little #and then of course there are literally just the bad faith andys milling about but whatever #you play souls games to have challenging battles that push you to your limits i play them to read item descriptions WE ARE NOT THE SAME /j #mamma fucking mia this is so long #(she was in fact a bit pressed)#(she was diagnosed as ANNOYING)

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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BABEY HEY ITS ARI HERE, so. SO. I'm thinkin. maybe those lyrics of church by fall out boy and/or those of too late to say goodbye by cage the elephant with cody? or wolffe. or with whoever u want<3 can be fluffy fluff or angsty or smutty or whatever i trust u babe I know it's gonna be GREAT

love u to pluto and back 100 times mwah mwah

CODY - HOLY

Summary: Cody reflects on what he loves about you, and how you make each other feel.

From the song promptlist:

My sanctuary, you’re holy to me – Church (FOB)

Pairing: Cody x reader

Reader description: f!reader (reader has a v + is called "girl" a few times)

Word Count: 1181 words

CW/ TW: Fluff and Smut, MINORS DNI PLEASE thank u <3, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink (kinda?), sex with emotions, very quick mention of handjob (m receiving), one (1) small bite

Tags: @chaoticvampirejedi @loth-wolffe @dusk-dawn-and-stars @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @canwestayinthisdream @wakeupjackthisisntfair @namesmox @badbatch-simp24 @lightning-wolffe @maddieskywalker @for-the-love-of-clones @m-e-w-117 @99squad @equalityforcats

@ladykatakuri @firelordillyria @andiebell2023

Notes: Alright. I read your request and all that came to me was this. Now, consider this my first smutty post (that shower scene in Fives’ fic didn’t count if you ask me) so like- I tried. Bear with me here xD Thank you for the request sweet Ari, love you more than Anakin hates sand <3

Cody loved how you looked.

The way you carried yourself every day, juggling between clean suits and tight dresses, and how confident you would look in each. How anyone passing by needed to turn round to watch you for a second more; and how he did it too even though he was the man lucky enough to come back home and see more of you, only you, always you.

He loved the way you’d wait for him to come home, sometimes, and pretend you couldn’t unzip your dress, or felt too lazy to take off your pants before; and he knew you were always lying. He wasn’t an idiot after all, and you did little to no effort to hide the spark in your eyes as he’d hold you close and let his hand run down your back, dragging your dress in the process.

He loved the flirty looks and the innocent smiles; the teasing and the intimacy, and he loved sharing all of it with you.

But what Cody loved the most was the way you looked right now. Laying on your bed, legs shaking against his head and shoulders, a hand buried in his hair as you tried so hard to ground yourself. The way you were muffling your moans in the palm of your hand every time his tongue pressed against your clit, and how your body arched when a heated wave was coming up from your thighs to your chest.

You were beautiful. A work of art, truly. And though he helped sculpting these pleading eyes and short breaths, he knew you didn’t need him to be mesmerizing.

“C-Cody…” you brought him back to the moment in a cry, and his tongue ran against you one last time before he got up.

“Not yet, mesh’la.”

Your grip around the sheet loosened and a pleading sigh escaped from your mouth, but he knew what he was doing. He needed something from you, and he couldn’t get it with his head buried between your legs.

“C’mere my pretty girl.”

He bent over you and pulled you in a hug, raising your body from the mattress until you were sitting against him. One of his hand came to your face, brushing away the few strands of hair covering your forehead, and the warmth of your breath so close to his face made his heart skip a bit and his pants feel tighter than ever.

“Look at me.” He demanded softly, and you obeyed, your pleased yet lightly frustrated glance meeting his; lovely and slightly amused. “I want you to feel good. Do you trust me to do that?”

You nodded, your cheeks burning as your walls clenched around nothing.

“Good.” He smiled, and his hand slipped behind your neck as he reached for a kiss. It tasted like you, only sweeter. Everything was always sweeter when it touched his lips.

Even the moan that came out of your mouth when he pushed two fingers inside you.

The slow, warm contact sent an electroshock through your body, and you were too busy focusing on his movement to notice his smile against your mouth.

“Does that feel good?” his lips brushed over yours, and you couldn’t quite tell which between his ask, the whisper filled with care and lust, or the slow pumping inside you was driving you over the edge again.

“I… It- Cody!” your voice broke in a loud, pleading cry; one you couldn’t cover; one he could taste on his tongue.

His hand ran through your hair, moving your head to the crook of his neck, and he pushed his fingers a bit deeper, a bit quicker too, eager to rip another moan from you.

“I know, you’re doing so well my pretty girl.” He murmured, so close to your ears it sent shivers down your spine. “You feel so good for me,” he stopped talking for a second, inviting you to listen to the wet sound coming from between your thighs, “so beautiful.”

He sighed when you bit down the skin of his neck, leaving a light mark that you kissed a few times, trying so hard not to come back and hold onto him this way; teeth deep into his neck, muffling your cries and pleads for more, deeper, faster-

“C-Cody…Ah!”

He felt your legs twitching, your grip on his hair tightening, trying to keep him against you; but again he knew what he was aiming for, what he wanted- needed from you. You felt his body weighing against yours, pushing you backward until your back fell flat on the mattress; and the change allowed him more space to move in and out of you with deliciously swift movements. Your vision almost blurred when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“There my love, my sanctuary. Look at you.” He observed you, your body; naked and shaking under him, seconds away from breaking apart under his touch, “You…You’re holy to me.”

His eyes came back to meet yours, and behind the lust and the pride of turning you into a wonderful mess was something deeper; a craving for everything you had to offer, everything he could have with you. That sight alone was enough to push you over the edge, and you barely noticed the way his lips crushed against yours in an open-mouthed kiss as your orgasm took over you.

That’s when he realised he was wrong.

Feeling you moaning his name against his lips as your walls clenched around his fingers, as your legs closed around his waist in a sudden movement, your body shaking with pure bliss and your hands abandoning the idea of holding on to anything; that’s what he loved the most about you.

He waited for you to calm down a bit, then slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch against him. He allowed you to catch your breath, peppering your neck and jaw with delicate kisses, making sure to not crush you with his weight.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, my love.”

He barely murmured it to you, and the way his hand was so gentle, stroking your thighs and hips as he kept worshipping you like you were the purest being he ever had the chance to meet, to touch…It was your turn to look into his eyes, let him read you like an open book; proving him there was more to it than teasing and sex; there was love and care, and devotion.

There was him. Only him, always him.

You loved the way Cody looked right now. Some curls lazily falling on his forehead, a tender smile painted over his face, golden strings running in these dark whisky eyes. His body bent over yours, covering you and keeping you warm; and his hands letting you know that he would always be here to take care of you, to pull you close, to hold you tight, and to make you feel like the prettiest girl in the galaxy.

Mostly, you loved the way he let out a heavy sigh as your hand reached inside his pants.

#cody #commander cody x reader #commander cody #cody x reader #commander cody x you #cody x you #cody smut #mesa writes #+18 from mesa #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #i hope it's good #i hope you'll like it #sweet ari 🌌#i love you sweetie pie #also did you find the little fob ref? from my favorite FOB song if you wanna know hebe #yousa request mesa #+18 fic

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ufonaut · 4 years

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I feel in Stargirl we never saw Larry’s vulnerable side! Perhaps Larry being comforted by Jordan and/or Pat.. via sex? ;)

as vulnerable as larry gets babey

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Jordan's grown resigned to spending his evening buried neck-deep in late-night paperwork and the tragic remnants of any hopes and dreams of making it home before midnight. By now, he's even reached a self-appointed break and he's got his phone in hand -- halfway engaged in a conversation with Cameron that's managed to stretch long past what's conductive to waking up in time for school tomorrow -- when a call comes up on the screen. Jordan freezes, in more ways than one, and can't find it in himself to understand what he's seeing.

Crusher Crock is what the display reads, accompanied by a picture of--

Well.

It occurs to Jordan, somewhere underneath the rush of blood in his ears and the ice spreading underneath his fingertips, that Larry must've changed his contact picture while he'd been otherwise occupied during one of their more recent... encounters. That's the best explanation Jordan's got for the fact that he's staring at Larry's dick, eternally grateful to be alone at this exact moment. A little frustrated to recognise it on sight, too.

"Larry, hi!" Jordan says the same instant he decides to answer, habitually forced into phone-appropriate cheerfulness. It might be the office that's encouraging him. "Is everything okay?"

For one thing, Larry's never once called him, Jordan knows that much. News of his exploits are usually conveyed by a simple The Gym Rats are at it again courtesy of Anaya Bowin or other interested parties. He doesn't expect Larry to sound downright distraught either, that's enough to get Jordan moving.

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In fact, it's enough to carry Jordan through picking up an inexplicable takeout order, like this is the kind of thing they just do, and all the way to Larry's doorstep. He knocks once. Twice. Three times. Anxious with the delay, Jordan tries the door, finds it unlocked and steps in. The house remains dark, especially intimidating in the absence of moonlight. It's not the first time Jordan's gotten the distinct impression of being Larry's prey, just the first time it's happened without the mania in those too blue eyes fixed on him.

"It's Jordan?" he calls out. "Jordan Mahkent?"

As per a night that's already gone well into the bizarre, Jordan immediately proceeds to trip over a baseball bat that's been abandoned in the hallway -- a permanent fixture of the Crock household, no doubt -- and lose the fight with gravity. No one's more surprised than he is when he fails to smash his face into anything in particular and, instead, ends up in Larry's arms. At some point or another, he's emerged from the shadows. Just in time, if Jordan's got any say in the matter.

"Whoa, easy there, bud!" Larry exclaims and for a fraction of a second, his easy grin slips back into place, delighted at the sight of Jordan. If he's surprised to see him, he gives no real indication, lets Jordan dust himself off in peace and even turns the lights on as he makes it back to the living room and the couch he'd been lounging on.

In the dark.

Surrounded by, as Jordan can now see, bits and pieces of the Sportsmaster suit. Notably, the mask gazes up menacingly from the coffee table.

“What happened?” Jordan asks, setting down his paper bag next to the hockey mask. It’s hard to tell whether food had been a good idea, harder still to gauge Larry’s mood. Jordan’s already taken off his coat when the belated realisation that there’s nowhere to put it hits. In the end, he leaves it over the back of the nearest chair and joins Larry on the couch.

There’s a momentous interlude of silence.

As present circumstances would have it, the lack of eye contact is concerning enough. Larry never hesitates. He’s all in, always has been.

And yet, with his hand now gripping Jordan’s knee, it takes him another minute to come around. “She lost,” Larry says, plain and simple. It’s the same thing he’d said on the phone but Jordan’s yet to uncover its meaning. “She lost to the goddamn Civic City Atoms! The Atoms, Icy! The one team in this freakin’ world that’s named after the little guy from the JSA! Who names a team after him? Who even remembers the Atom?”

Jordan, in all honesty, doesn’t. Not really, at any rate. His once-encyclopaedic knowledge of the JSA has been gathering dust for some years now and the Atom hadn’t been on the roster for decades now to begin with.

“Wait.” Jordan frowns, thinking it out. “You said you had an emergency because-- Artemis lost a football game? I was at work, Larry!”

Looking unfazed, Larry gives Jordan a once-over and tilts his head.

It takes Jordan a minute.

“Crusher!” he agrees, indulgent, “I meant I was at work, Crusher.”

“Was that so hard, bud?” Larry laughs, patting Jordan’s knee and then, while he’s at it, a bit further up, too. “And yeah, duh, it’s an emergency. Paula took Art to train some more ‘cause they couldn’t sleep but I’m telling you, this is the first game she’s lost. It’s-- Hell, it’s devastating. We all need some comfort, y’know. C’mon, of course you do, you’re all about this touchy-feely stuff, aren’tcha?”

It takes something of a valiant effort not to dwell on Larry’s definition of the sort of loss Jordan’s familiar with. Kindly, he lets it go.

Just this once.

The less-than-subtle touches, the empty house. Jordan knows what he’s being asked here and oddly enough, he doesn’t mind it. Not what he’d expected, sure, but even he’s got to admit it beats late nights at the American Dream. It’s the first time Larry’s bothered to take the first step, Jordan’s dangerously flattered. The fragments of Sportsmaster left laying around hardly hold him back and Jordan wonders whether Larry had been on the hunt, if that’s what’d had him craving-- this. “So, um, what-- what do you want?” Jordan asks. He clears his throat, loosens his tie just enough. The temperature’s already dropped a couple degrees.

Larry reaches out to cup Jordan’s face, thumb tracing the contours of his bottom lip, ice-cold already. “Whaddya say, baby? Can you go all frozen?” he asks but he’s kissing Jordan before he’s got any chance to answer, falling right into the usual push-and-pull, hands roaming all over. Larry’s as attentive as he is impulsive.

“Yeah, yeah, I can,” Jordan breathes out once he gets some air, patches of skin gone crystalline, cracking with ice as he goes down on his knees, a touch more eager than strictly necessary.

It’s always nice doing a friend a favour.

#sportcicle #stargirl #jordan mahkent #larry crock #icicle #sportsmaster #fic #UH I HOPE THIS IS GOOD #anon #ask

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brydigdraws · 4 years

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It feels like I just posted my 2018 summary of art, but here we are again (and three months late at that)! I haven’t even uploaded some of these Rambling under cut ⬇️

All in all, 2019, both in terms of art and general life, was a bit of a roller coaster for me, with very high peaks and very deep plummets:

January: Gekhath! My boy! I still really like this simple, overworked sketch; I feel like I captured his “soul”, which I feel I usually don’t manage to do with the subjects in my art.

February: Worked on my first (pretty bad, ngl) game as a 2D artist! It was a class project, and we had about ten weeks to make it. Executive dysfunction reared its ugly head, but thanks to peer pressure I still got some character designs and portraits done. This was the first portrait I did.

March: Another character portrait; still doing game development stuff. I’d say that it was, overall, a fun experience.

April: Executive dysfunction stressed me the fuck out about a big, individual school project. Drew this in a couple of hours to calm down, with a technique I hadn’t tried before. Did not actually help me de-stress at all in the long run, as the project still loomed over me.

May: Rock fucking bottom. I think this was the worst I’ve ever felt in my life, and that’s counting years of untreated depression and low-key suicidal thoughts. Executive dysfunction had me fucking paralysed; couldn’t work on the aforementioned project at all, even though that was exactly what I needed to do to feel better. I think it was the pressure I put on myself?? Or something??

June: I had powered through and eventually managed to hand in extremely sub-par, but passable work. It was a wake-up call for sure; you can’t depend on that near-deadline adrenaline rush to make good art! However, this Extremely Queer piece I did for an Overwatch pride zine helped keep my spirits up!

July: Worked at a shitty summer job with shitty coworkers, shitty pay and shitty hours. Didn’t have much time or energy for art, but got into Good Omens. Like, I got really into Good Omens, as though I had jumped out of a plane with no parachute. I hadn’t experienced a special interest this intense in a very long time. It was literally exhausting. I think I read the book (bc I refused to watch the series before I read the book) over the course of, like, three days, just reading during my breaks. It really was what I needed to not become a mindless zombie during those weeks. It inspired me to write a lot, too, which I haven’t really done in years, and that has kept up until now, and I’m very happy for it (most of it way too fragmented to upload anywhere, I’m afraid). This Crowley was inspired by the book, before TV!Crowley got completely burned into my brain.

August: Luckily my summer job didn’t last for the entire duration of August, so I had enough energy to paint a proper value study! (I actually love like Aziraphale more than Crowley, but he’s the one I project really heavily onto so...) It got out of hand and didn’t turn out very much like the reference, but it’s still one of my favourite pieces I’ve done!

September: School again! Executive dysfunction again! Managed it a bit better this time around, though, and, among other things, made my first UI design for a group project! Very interesting experience!

October: Same project, but a painted background this time. It was a pain in the ass, as I rarely paint and don’t understand light sources and shadows very well (that’s why I usually do value studies when I actually do paint), and find rendering hard. Still proud I followed through!

November: Another group project! Executive dysfunction who?? We worked a lot in the same room together; the constant peer pressure and weekly goals doing wonders to actually make sure I was working (seems my two main modes are “master procrastinator” and “complete workaholic”). Did my first proper 3D model textures. Here’s an enemy design I did for the project. Our group’s assigned art director really helped me loosen up and dare to exaggerate and make things asymmetrical. Throughout most of my life I’ve been near obsessed with the idea of “perfection” in my art, which is silly and unattainable, and has only lead to stiffness and boring poses. I feel like working on this design freed me from those shackles, in a way, although the sensation still lingers. Really like these little dudes; it was super cool to see them modelled in 3D and animated!

December: My gift for the GO Holiday Swap! I did bite off a bit more than I could chew with this one, as I already had the aforementioned group project and a zine piece to work on; but slow and steady wins the race and I got it done way before the deadline. I would have liked to do something more with the background, but I simply did not have the time, and I’m very happy that my giftee seemed to appreciate it!

I still struggle with executive dysfunction (in all aspects of my life), but I think it’s getting better and I’m starting to develop coping strategies :’) We’ll see how this year goes! Based on what I’ve learned from previous years, I’ve made myself the promise to try and put my health first, school second, and art projects third. Hopefully this will lead to more free time for me, and thus more spontaneous art (there have been a lot of things I’ve wanted to draw over the last year, but couldn’t because I already had other commitments I had to work on). Self care babey!!!

#template by DustBunnyThumper on dA #I just changed the year lol #my art #2019 summary of art #summary of art #in 2020 we heal!!!

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