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Rich Girl
series masterlist
pairing: Tate Langdon x f!reader
words: 4965
summary: The wealthy kinsley family moving into the murder house leads to: Cracks forming between family members, strange occurances in the house, and the feeling of being watched all the time.
warnings: underaged drinking, hints to stalking, some cursing
taglist: @iloveneilperry
song: rich girl by daryl hall and john oates
🎶 So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...
October 21st 2014
It was always very clear that the west coast wasn't for you, yet here you were, stuck in LA traffic on a saturday morning. You had questioned if you had done anything horrific in your life to deserve to be here right now.
Olive was sitting next to you and was playing some Mario game on his nintendo, Frank was driving while whistling the lines of the horrible music on the radio and your mother was nervous. Usually she would touch her pearl necklace continuously in state of stress, however it was packed up in her suitcase in the back. Now she was staring blankly in front of her, biting her nails. It was a habit you inherited from her as you were plucking your own cuticles. However, instead of being nervous, you were bored out of your mind.
To try and kill time you had placed your headphones on and listened to your own music, but still, Nirvana couldn’t make time go by faster. It also didn't help that strands of hair were getting painfully stuck in your headphones and earrings every time you moved.
For hours since you left the hotel it was quiet in the car, until you heard Frank gasp. The whole ride from the hotel he had looked very neutral but now he broke the silence. “Oh my god.”
Your mom got out of her trance and turned her head, making her hat bump against the window. “What is it, honey?”
“I think I forgot to grab our charger from our hotel room,” Frank seemed visibly upset and your mom stopped biting her nails.
“It’s probably somewhere in the suitcases in the back.” She tried to reassure but Frank shook his head. “No, I remember plugging in the charger and thinking to myself I should unplug it and pack it in, but I forgot.”
"It's just a charger, honey. You got a backup charger and when we arrive at the house we'll buy another one." she was quick to come to a solution but Frank shook his head. He was always one to never forget anything. Even though you were very very wealthy and could buy millions of chargers, Frank always advocated to you and your little brother to never lose an item worth of any value. Every cent was worth something and could help. The way Frank looked at money was the way a mother would look at a newborn child.
"Fine." He murmured and you saw one of his famous frowns appear on his face whenever he was upset. He looked like a child really. Every time something like this happens he sulks in a corner and desperately tries to push the annoying feeling away for the sake of looking tough, however, deep inside he was boiling.
He gave a small smack on the side of the wheel and cursed.
“Shit.”
Before he could say anything else, your mother gave him a soft smack on the shoulder. “Don’t swear in front of Oliver. He doesn't need to hear that filth.”
Frank’s eyes widened and he said “whoops” before giving a guilty look at your mother. He quietly hoped Oliver didn’t hear it but once he turned his head to look at him, Oliver looked up from his Nintendo and gave him a cheeky smile. “Shit.”
Oliver always did the same thing Frank did. It was cute how he looked up to him. Your mother however wasn’t too fond of it.
“See? He’s starting to copy you. Next thing I know, he starts smoking and drinking as well. 1 version of you is enough.”
“Oh come on, Clarissa. A little swearing won’t hurt the world. It’ll make him tough like his sister. Right Y/n?” again, he looked at you with hope through the rear view mirror that you’ll back him up.
“No, I actually agree with mom.”
“Thank you, see Frank? I raised a well mannered daughter.”
You bit your nail and leaned your elbow against the window frame of the car while looking outside. “Yeah, I think it’s a very shitty thing to swear in front of Olive.”
“Very shit indeed.” Oliver answered.
Frank laughed out loud, his lost charger long forgotten and your mother facepalmed while closing her eyes. She rubbed her forehead as she leaned against the window and she looked visibly disappointed. You however, looked at your little brother and high fived him.
“One version of you,” your mom looked back and pointed at you “Is also enough.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You then clicked on the pause button on your ipod to resume your song. Nirvana’s ‘come as you are’ was on a loop and you closed your eyes while daydreaming.
The feeling of sitting in one position for way too long made your body shiver and ache. It stung and you felt uncomfortable, but after shifting and finding a better way to sit, the vibrations managed to lull you to sleep.
Once the car came to a stop about 3 hours later, you opened your eyes.
“We’re here!” Frank said in excitement and placed a hand on your mother’s hand before exiting the vehicle. You had your ipod in hand and ‘glory box’ by Portishead was playing as you stretched your limbs.
From the moment you stepped out of the car and felt the California weather wrapped around you, you were surprised that it wasn’t that hot. Even though it was October, you expected it to feel like you were in a pit of hell. The autumn breeze however felt comfortable against your skin.
You grabbed your backpack with all the necessary stuff you needed, and grabbed your sunglasses from your pocket to shield the sunlight from your eyes. As you chewed on your bubblegum you got a view of the building in front of you.
Frank and your mom were stretching their limbs and you took a long and hard look. The building looked like it had been ripped out of a 1920s film. It was grand and had a pale reddish color. The windows were mosaic with washed out colors, but it suited the exterior well.
Frank looked in awe at the building. “Now, look at that beauty. It’s even better in person.” you cocked your head to the side and scanned the mural. “It looks…” you tried to find the right word, “Old.”
You and your best friend loved fashion styles and you were also both very interested in stylish architecture. Victorian homes were usually fascinating to you because it had so much character and history. This one in front of you however looked like one of those houses that had mold everywhere. It's probably because it had been a very long time since people lived here.
You cringed and scrunched your nose while touching your earring. "This place better have a maid."
Olive stood next to you while Frank and your mom stood behind you. Frank placed his arm around your mom’s waist and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I read online that it was built somewhere in the early 20th century." Your mom gave the boy a little squeeze of his shoulder.
“Great, so the chances are 99% that the house is haunted." you muttered and your mom gave you a sharp look.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” You gave her a smile and when she looked away, you rolled your eyes. Frank heard what you said and rubbed your shoulder. “Of course it’s not haunted, honey. You’ve seen way too many films,” the man looked at the little boy, “It’s beautiful and detailed, right Oliver?”
Oliver didn’t respond, instead he searched for your hand and clung to it. “Is this our new home?"
“It might be,” Frank walked with Marcy to the next room and squeezed Oliver’s shoulder. “Come on little man, let’s see the inside.”
Frank, Oliver and your mother were the first ones to walk towards the door and you were left behind to gaze at the window. You swore you saw movement for a split second and your eyes lingered for a moment, but after a while of staring you saw nothing. All that met your eye was the abyss behind colored tiles.
You shrugged it off and slowly made your way to the front door. Right before you stepped foot on the porch, the door opened and a strawberry blonde woman smiled brightly.
“You must be Frank and Clarissa,” she greeted and Frank shook the woman's hand. She introduced herself as Marcy and then saw you and your brother, "And you must be Y/n and Oliver." You shook her hand and smiled, showing your bright teeth, “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Marcy stepped aside and let everyone in. “It’s a classic Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It’s just fabulous, these are real Tiffany fixtures. And as you can see, the owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.”
Oliver followed them and you were still scanning the hall. The feelings you had when you walked on the creaking wood was indescribable. It looked intriguing yet menacing for some reason.
As Marcy explained some more historic facts about the building, you got bored and decided to walk around. You didn't know where to, but your feet moved before you could think. It felt like a strong gravitational pull enchanted you and took control of your legs, and your curious eyes met a lamp in the corner of the end of the hall. To the right there was nothing to meet your eyes but the walls, yet again you swore you saw movement. You frowned but shrugged it off once again. Maybe it was just the jetlag. You really did feel tired and almost choked on your bubblegum when you fell asleep.
You whipped out your phone as you walked through the hall and you sighed exaggeratedly. You were texting your best friend about the house. However you didn't have any service and you wondered if the place had wifi. No matter, even if it would send, she didn't respond right away as she was probably asleep due to the time difference. You put away your phone and looked around.
You had seen pictures before and thought everything was gonna be smaller. You knew the way people photographed houses to make it look bigger than in reality, but this house seemed to be an exception. You had to give props to that. You had great respect for honesty and integrity.
As you were checking all of the rooms on the ground floor, you were stopped by a barking sound from your right. As you followed the sound, you looked down and saw a Chi-poo looking up at you with whale eyes. It looked at you with its head cocked to the side and you crouched down. “Where did you come from, little guy?” your voice was higher pitched and you gently grabbed the collar and read the name, “Hallie.”
Your frown faded and you smiled brightly while scratching Hallie’s head. “Aren’t you a little beauty?” You whispered and you let Hallie find a comfortable spot in your arms. The moment seemed sweet and although it was, a clicking sound of heels that was heard from behind you ruined it. You could almost hear the entitlement in that sound and you let out an inaudible sigh.
“There you are,” You looked up and saw your mother standing in the doorway. “Want to see the rest of the house, sweetie?”
Clarissa leaned against the brown cabinet on the right. You put up a smile and stood up from your spot.
“Yeah I’m coming.” You grabbed the dog and cradled it in your arms.
After you saw the kitchen, you were marveled by the space of the house in its entirety. Sure everything looked old but there was no denying the house definitely had style. The kitchen island had a sink and the dark brown wood oddly complimented the black and white tiles. From the outside it definitely looked very stale and it definitely needed a paint job, but from the inside it was much more vibrant. You appreciated all the little crevices of details in each and every room and realized you shouldn't have judged too harshly on the first look.
Once you moved to another door and opened it, you saw two big shelves against the wall and a fireplace on the right.
“This could be the music room, right honey?” Frank asked your mother and she happily nodded.
Marcy looked amused, “You’re a musician?”
Frank shook his head. “No, unfortunately I’m not musically gifted, Y/n is. She plays the piano.”
"She definitely didn't get that from me, I am tone deaf." Your mother laughed and you smiled sheepishly.
Marcy gave you a smile in return and walked a bit further towards the window. “I think the piano is such a lovely instrument, I think it will look amazing here.” She pointed at the spot near the window and Frank happily continued talking. “Y/n has been dying to get a Grand Piano. We had one years ago but sold it when we moved again. We want to buy one as soon as possible for her so she can practice again.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a proud smile as he rubbed softly, “Oliver always listened whenever she played. Y/n even taught him a song or two."
“That sounds lovely, the previous owners of the house were also musically gifted. The mother played the Cello.” Marcy continued and her face fell, “Speaking about the previous owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you what happened to them.”
You let out a soft chuckle and walked forward, causing Frank's hand to let go off your shoulder. “Let me guess, they died?”
You actually meant for it to be a joke, but Marcy nodded.
“Yes they did, actually. All three of them. The dog you’re holding is Hallie. The only one left of the Harmon family. The mother died while giving birth and the daughter and the father both committed suicide. I sold them the house too. They were just the sweetest family. You never know, I guess.”
Your face fell and your mouth opened and closed a few times as your eyebrows were raised. Before you could say anything, Frank came to your rescue. “That explains why it’s half the price of every other house in the neighborhood and why it was on sale for 3 years I guess.”
You could have guessed Frank wanted the biggest house for the least amount of money. One thing he didn't forsee was there was always a catch.
"I told you it was too good to be true." you whispered to yourself. The house market was shit, and so when Frank found this house on the listings he marveled at how much money he could save and invest if you were to move in. You were very skeptical of it and had warned him that there could be a very concerning reason as to why it was this cheap.
Murders were definitely a valid reason as to why.
Marcy continued. “I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it’s in the valley and you’re going to get a third of the house for twice the price.”
Your mother held the arm of Frank and seemingly didn’t care about the information about the demise of the previous tenants. “The price doesn’t really matter to us. We just need a spaceious place where there is silence and peace. I get these horrible migraines that cause insomnia and my psychiatrist recommended moving to a more quiet area.”
“And you thought you would find silence in LA?” You tried but your mother ignored your comment and continued talking to Marcy. “He prescribed me pills that could help me fall asleep and stay asleep. But still, the loudness of central New Orleans was too much.”
“Don’t worry, mrs. Kinsley. Los Angeles is not all loud and noisy. This house is in the perfect neighborhood and in the perfect shape. The sounds of anything outside are drowned out by the thick walls and even then, it’s rare for it to be busy outside. The only times when the neighborhood comes alive is on holidays,” Marcy continued. “As halloween is approaching, the peak will be on october 31st, but after that you can expect everything to be quiet. Also, the neighbors don't really tend to socialise a lot from what I've heard.”
“That sounds lovely.” your mother smiled brightly and Marcy walked away to talk with Frank about the next room that was perfect for his work. You could faintly the voice of Marcy saying the man from the previous family was a psychiatrist and you found it ironic since Frank was a psychologist. What a coincidence.
As soon as she was out of your sight, you turned to your mother and removed the smile from your face. “Okay, it might be in a good neighborhood, and everything might be all quiet or whatever. But are we really gonna gloss over the fact that a family died here? I mean, what happened to the tenants before them? Are you not concerned about that?"
“The history of the house isn't that important," she shrugged, "You didn't seem to have a problem with our old house. It's even older and also a lot of things have happened there. Probably a few murders here and there. There is a ton of history on that as well." She said as if it was the most casual thing ever. Yeah sure, it's not like murder is a crime and is very bad
"Yes, but this is a house where random people died," you whisper-shouted, "Our old house was old, yes, but it's family history. Our history. I don't mind that because it's a part of us. It's part of our family."
Your mother didn't answer that and looked at the side. She was as stubborn like you and you let out a mocking laugh. "Right, I forgot family doesn't mean anything to you, it's why you got a new shitty boyfriend Frank and decided to move to the other side of the fucking country." That made her head snap back to you and you almost missed the way her head moved to Frank and Marcy, afraid that they would hear her daughter's outburst.
"Y/n, let’s not do this now. It’s not the timing.” Your mother warned with closed teeth and but before you could protest and ask when the right time was, Oliver stood in the doorway. “Mom?”
Hallie, who had a warm spot in your arms, jumped out and ran towards the younger boy. Oliver looked surprised but happily pet the dog and Clarissa smiled as if nothing happened.
“Hey honey, what do you think of the house so far?"
“It’s very big,” Hallie licked his hand and the boy smiled, “I like it.”
Clarissa nodded in agreement and glanced at Frank and Marcy for a second before facing the two of you again. “I think it’s absolutely gorgeous. Exactly what we're looking for.”
You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms over each other.
Olive's eyes sparkled. “Does this mean that we’ll take it?”
“I think it’s perfect," she said and she gave Olive a smile. “Your opinion matters too, of course. What do you say?” You gave your mother a side eye.
“Yes!" she then turned to look at you and waited for your approval. "And you? Y/n?" her eyes stood void of emotions and you watched Frank and Marcy in the corner of your eyes and sighed. “Why are you asking me? I know you don’t care about my opinion anyways.”
“Y/n…” Clarissa smiled through her teeth and gave you a warning look again. Hallie barked at something and ran out of Olive's arms into the hallway. Olive followed the dog and you continued the conversation you had with your mom.
"What? It's literally why you forced me to come with you. Ever since Frank came we everything changed and I'm tired of it, okay? I just... I can't. Give me a break." you exhaled deeply and rubbed your forehead.
"I will have none of this at the moment,” she repeated her standard line with a calm tone, “We both know it was for the best, and you like quiet too right? There are great schools here and I'm sure you'll make loads of new friends." She didn't know she was literally proving your point right then and there. She didn't care about your opinion. She already had her own the minute she forced you to pack your things and dragged you into the car. You were tempted to open the window and yell 'Help, I'm being kidnapped' but you knew that would only worsen things. You also didn't really felt like sitting in a police bureau sulking while your mother explained the situation.
You scoffed and crossed your arms. "LA is full of stuck up people who care only about followers and fame. I never wanted this."
Your mother rolled her eyes. "Don't act like a brat, Y/n I am so over it. Tons of girls your age dream of moving to this city in a big house like this. They would do anything to be in your position right now, to have the opportunities you have. Besides there are people like that everywhere, your old friends were exactly like that. And sweetie, don't tell me you're not like them cause you are.”
Ah, the old classic "you can't feel sad because you have it better than majority of the people on this shitty planet".
You were starting to boil.
“Just because you’re not a fan of them doesn’t mean they’re immediately conceited.” you tried to keep your voice low to avoid Olive hearing the conversation if he were to lurk somewhere nearby. He had witnessed a few outbursts a few times before and you didn't want Olive to see that as an example of good behavior.
Before the conversation truly went downhill, Marcy and Frank walked back into the room and you turned around to smile again as if nothing happened. Your mother did the same and now you realized the older you got, the more you looked like your mother.
Frank gave Clarissa a kiss on the cheek before he looked at you and asked the same question. “So, Y/n. What do you say?”
It was quiet for a few seconds before you realized that there was absolutely no way of going home anytime soon. You gave Frank one last look before giving Marcy a grin, hoping she wouldn’t notice your twitching eye.
“Does this place come with the dog?”
After Clarissa and Frank signed some papers and discussed the next plans with Marcy, it was already night time. Most of the moving boxes were in the living room and you were currently in your new bedroom. You didn't want to speak with anyone today and so you sulked while sitting on your bed.
The room wasn't all too bad, it was way smaller and darker than your previous room but oddly enough you didn't really mind. Plus, the door had a lock so that was very convenient for you. It took a little while to get the key but after a thorough search you found it lying in a cabinet.
You locked the door, closed the blinds and made sure no one could peek. You were tired from everything and you were in desperate need of some distraction. A bottle of vodka was hidden somewhere deep in one of the boxes as well as a can of cola, and you mixed the two drinks.
"At least I still have alcohol and a designer handbag." You muttered and as you sat on the chair in front of the mirror at your desk, you took a swig of the liquid.
“The blinds are see through, anyone standing in the yard can see what you're doing.”
You spat out the remaining drink and turned around to see a young, blonde man stand near the door. He had his hands in his pockets and simply blinked at you.
“What the-” you wiped the remains from your mouth. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” You saw that the door behind him was open, and you were visibly confused. You thought you locked your door.
“Also, the lock is old, you should double turn the key for it to work.”
Before you could say anything else, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Your eyebrows were frowned and you turned around one more time to blink at the door. Once you looked back at the mirror, you saw the spatters of vodka mixed with cola painted the glass and rubbed your eyes.
What the fuck?
You stood up from your place after a few seconds and walked to your door. To test out what he said you locked the door while twisting the key once. As you pushed the door, it opened and you did the same thing again, this time you turned the key twice.
You pushed the door and it didn’t budge.
Who the fuck was he and how did he get into your house? Was he one of the movers who helped with the boxes from the truck? No that can't be possible, you scanned everyone's faces as they moved in and out, but everyone was middle aged.
So perhaps he was one of Frank's clients? You didn't really know anything about his job but it seemed very logical that clients first had to book an appointment before showing up.
Even though you were kind of freaked out, you didn't alarm anyone. Maybe that was a dumb decision, but you really didn't feel like walking downstairs to see the smug face of Frank and your mother, especially after everything that happened today.
If he was a thief, you hoped he'd steal Frank's backup charger.
If you thought the situation with the blonde boy was weird, what happened after was a lot weirder.
It was about an hour later and you had a bathroom break. You could still walk in a straight line and only felt a bit buzzed. Trying to avoid the living room where Frank and your mother were seated, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the tray.
Walking back upstairs, you accidentally dropped the apple and cursed. However, as it rolled into the hallway, you were startled to see the apple roll back to you as though it hit an invisible wall in the middle. You grabbed your forehead, crouching down and taking the apple in your hand. How was that possible?
Looking around once or twice to see anything out of the ordinary, you struggled to clear your thoughts. Eventually you blamed it on the alcohol. Although a feeling deep inside told you that it wasn't that. You knew you weren't drunk enough to imagine this.
You didn't make a big deal out of it mainly because you always scared yourself by thinking the most random creepy things. Walking to the bathroom at night; what if someone is standing behind the corner? Sitting on the couch; what if someone's hand suddenly snatches you into a shadow realm? Every thought was so random. You did it to yourself and you didn't want to scare yourself again.
You blinked once or twice before returning your trek upstairs.
Walking through the hall to find the right door back to your room, you struggled. Having a big house meant there were more rooms, which meant that it would take a while longer to get used to finding your way. Your old house was the same, maybe even bigger. It was the perfect place for hide and seek. You could hide in a closet in one of the many rooms and it would take hours or maybe days to find you.
As you finally found your bedroom, you stopped in your tracks. You heard noise behind the door, and when you opened it, you frowned. You saw that someone unplugged your headphones from your ipod on your bed and had played a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates.
So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...
You paused the device and walked out of your room.
“Olive!”
“Yes?”
You opened the door to his room and saw he was still on his nintendo. He didn’t look up when you stood in the doorway with your arms crossed. “You can’t just go into my room and do that shit. We need some boundaries, I value privacy."
Oliver looked up from his nintendo and looked confused. “I didn’t go into your room?”
“Very funny Olive.” Oliver had pulled pranks on you before and so you weren't buying it. "First of all, don't call me Olive, I'm a person not food, and second of all, I never stepped foot off my bed since I jumped on it. That was like an hour ago."
You were very skeptical and crossed your arms.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not, I swear!”
You narrowed your eyes before deciding to drop the subject. You didn't want to argue, especially knowing you would get a lecture from Frank about family positivity.
“Whatever.”
You walked back and looked at your ipod once again and rubbed your eyes, cursing because you wore mascara. Trying not to cry because everything frustrated you, you fell ontop of your bed and groaned in your pillow, smudging mascara on the sheets. You just simply didn't care anymore.
These were very interesting first days of your new house. Nothing really seemed to work in your favor, you hated this city, you missed everyone back at home, everything seemed to be out of the ordinary, and you didn't know if the constant feeling of being watched was because of the new house, or if it was just you being paranoid.
No matter, every feeling you held wasn't gonna last long. Because as soon as you would turn 18, you would pack your bags and leave this place. Ever since Frank came into the picture you had everything planned out. All you had to do was wait a couple of weeks and survive the constant bickering of your family members, Frank, and the weirdness of the house. You just have to hold on a little longer.
This is going to be challenging, but surviving for a bit longer can't be that hard... Right?
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Current gaming situation 🕹✨
Felt like sharing the games I'm currently playing, even if I've paused some of them because of my lack of time 😅
-Super Mario Bros. Wonder 💙
I'm literally stuck on the second to last level, and I can't access the last one until I'm done with this one 😫 It's being such a pain! I don't wanna spoil anything for those who haven't played this game yet, so I'll simply mention two words and make them small so you can avoid them: music blocks 😬
-Super Mario RPG ❤
I can't even remember the last time I played this game 😭 Peach had just joined the gang, but I haven't had the chance to continue playing in forever and I simply can't wait to resume it! 🥹
-Luigi's Mansion 3 💚
Okay, I actually beat this game twice throughout this year 😂 So I only play once in a while, unhurried, chilling and enjoying the adventures of Luigi hunting ghosts in a haunted hotel 👻 Also Polterpup 😭😭😭 Cutest dog EVER 🥹🥹🥹
-Super Mario Odyssey ❤
I started replaying this game for the second time a few months ago, and again, I had to stop due to life happening 😅 I played it for the first time back when I bought it in 2018, so I'm kinda rediscovering it and I'm enjoying it just as much as the first time! 🤩 (or was, you know what I mean 😂) New Donk City has to be my favorite part btw!
-Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga 💚❤
THIS GAME 😭😭😭 This was my very first Mario RPG game and also my first RPG game EVER, and it was the one that made me fall in love with Mario and Luigi for the first time, and with their cute brotherly bond as well 🥹 And it was also the first one that got me into writing fanfics, so OF COURSE I had to replay it as soon as I got Nintendo Switch Online! 😭
I've replayed it sooooo many times during its 20 years! 🥹 I was 13 when I got it for my GBA, and I obviously got the remake for 3DS years later, but even though I love it, I still prefer the original one. Mario and Luigi look so cute with all those pixels! 😭❤💚
Those Bros. Attacks, those references to Luigi's Mansion and The Legend of Zelda, the Firebrand and Thunderhand!!! 😭😭😭 This game means the whole world to me and I'm just so happy I got to replay it again on my Nintendo Switch! 🥹
And of course: Prince Peasley 🤭 Look at this gif I found, AW aren't they adorable!? 😭😭😭 @itsavee4117 let's fangirl together 🥹😭💚💛✨
So yeah! These are the games I have started but haven't gotten the chance to finish yet, even if three of them are actually replays 🤭 I ocassionally play Mario Kart 8 and Tetris as well, and I get back to Disney Dreamlight Valley whenever there's a new update 🤭
These are some games I would like to play next year (once I'm done with the ones I mentioned above):
-Super Mario Galaxy, since I own a copy of Super Mario 3D All Stars but never found the time to play this game, except for a very short try!
-Paper Mario, since I never got to play it as a child and it's available on Nintendo Switch Online! 🤩
-Banjo-Kazooie, one of my childhood games that I ADORE with all my heart 🥹 Same as with Paper Mario, I wanna replay it since it's available on Nintendo Switch Online!
-A bunch of old The Legend of Zelda games: Minish Cap, Ocarina of Time, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages... I played all those games growing up and I really loved them! And again, they're available on Nintendo Switch Online, so it's just a matter of finding the time to replay them little by little.
-Princess Peach Showtime. Of course I wanna try the new Princess Peach game! 🤩 Can't wait for it to come out next year! 👏
-Luigi's Mansion 2: Dark Moon. BUT OF COURSE. I mean: it's Luigi. How could I NOT wanna (re)play this game? I own it for 3DS but it's going to be such a BLAST to play it on my Switch next year! 🤩
-Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. My second favorite Mario RPG game EVER 🥹 (only after Superstar Saga) I literally screamed and burst into tears when the remake was announced in the last Nintendo Direct 😭 This game is so important to me! I can't wait to replay it next year 🥹😭❤✨
Okay, this post ended up being way longer than I expected 😅 Thank you so so much if you read everything! 💖
And of course, feel free to share anything that comes to mind about these games, or about the games you're currently playing! I'd be happy to hear anything you'd like to say! 💖
#super mario#mario nintendo#mario bros#super mario bros#luigi nintendo#nintendo#mario#luigi#super mario wonder#mario wonder#super mario bros wonder#mario rpg#super mario rpg#smrpg#luigis mansion 3#luigis mansion 2#luigis mansion dark moon#luigis mansion#mario odyssey#super mario odyssey#superstar saga#mario & luigi superstar saga#mario & luigi series#mario & luigi#polterpup#geno#prince peasley#mario and luigi#mario and luigi superstar saga#super mario brothers
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Arthur Leclerc / Pierre Gasly
Title: Shh it's a secret
Pairing: Arthur Leclerc / Pierre Gasly
Characters: Arthur Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Charles Leclerc
Prompt: Can we get a top Pierre x Arthur, them trying to be quiet cause Charles is next door
Arthur has known Pierre all his life or so it feels like. Charles would bring him back home to Monaco in their karting days, Pierre would stay for the whole summer, they would play football, go on long bike rides and play Mario Kart. Charles would tell him to fuck off and stop following them around like a lost puppy. Pierre always let stay.
It feels like his whole life he's been in love with Pierre. It's only since Arthur had joined formula 2 Pierre had noticed him. Ever since then it's been sneaky little hook ups in hotels whenever they go the chance.
Pierre, Charles and Arthur all back at the Monaco home, celebrating a birthday. Everyone other than Charles has gone to bed, Arthur loves his big brother more than anything but right now Arthur wishes he would fuck off to bed so he himself can get into bed with Pierre.
"Charles go to bed, you're drunk." Arthur snaps at Charles who clumsily drops his phone for at least the third time that hour. Pierre laughs, stretching his arms so his shirt rides up, teasing Arthur. Seriously he's going to go crazy if that body isn't on top of him in the next three seconds.
"Pierre doesn't want me to go to bed, do you?" Charles throws his arms around Pierre and presses a kiss to his stubbled jaw. Luckily Charles is way too drunk to notice the glare Arthur is shooting him. "You're wasted mate." Pierre fondly pats him on the knee. "Fine, I know where i'm not wanted."
Charles almost falls off his chair when he stands up, then almost falls once again as he climbs up the stairs. Pierre and Arthur wait until they hear Charles' bedroom door slam close both jumping up and practically running to Arthur's own bedroom.
"We need to be quiet, Charles is next door." Arthur wastes no time and smashes his lips against Pierre's, it's wet messy and fully of teeth. Their tongues fighting for dominance. Arthur impatiently pulls on the hem of Pierre's shirt, who gets the hint, quickly breaking the kiss just to take off his shirt.
"Lube?" Pierre whispers pushing Arthur onto the bed, the younger man passes over the bottle and makes quick work of getting rid of his clothes before spreading his legs on the big double bed. Pierre instantly settling in between them after getting rid of his own jeans and underwear.
"You need be quiet." Pierre whispers kissing his way down Arthur's thigh, before taking his dick into his mouth. Arthur's eyes roll into the back of his head, he grips fistfuls of the bed sheets to try and fight keeping the moans at bay. "Wait till i'm inside you to come." Pierre informs, letting his mouth slide off just while he lubes up his fingers.
Arthur bites his lip to keep his screams at bay as Pierre takes him back into his mouth, then pressing the single digit inside. "Fuck." The word just slips out, hopefully wasn't that loud as he arches up his hips and almost chokes Pierre in the process. Pierre concentrates on sucking at the add, hallowing his cheeks and applying the right amount of pressure before adding a second finger and a third until Arthur feels nice and loose around his fingers.
"No more noise, okay?" Pierre informs while wrapping Arthur's legs around his waist, bumping the head of his cock against his glistening wet hole. Arthur moans as Pierre pushes into him, it's usually music to Pierre's ears but not tonight, it's dangerous and scary. "Shhh." Pierre whispers as he slides into the hilt, stalling to give Arthur plenty of time to get used to his cock.
Pierre gently presses his fingers into Arthur's hip bones and starts to move, filling him with deep but small thrusts. Arthur is struggling to keep his moans at bay, it feels amazing being stretched around Pierre. "Fuck, Pierre yes."
A flash of fear pops into the blues of Pierre's eyes, that moan was way too loud, Charles is just behind the thin wall. Pierre is smiling as he puts his hand against Arthur's mouth, muffling any other sound trying to escape it. "Shhhh"
Pierre can feel the next moan vibrating against the skin of his hand once he starts moving again. Pierre is moving slowly, much more slowly than normal, he's smiling, he's teasing he wants to feel the moans against his hand, wants to drive Arthur crazy with pure need.
The beautiful blues of Pierre's eyes are dark with lust, he's building up speed and pace now, trying to fill up Arthur with pure pleasure, without dragging loud words from his lips.
"I'll fuck you harder but you need to be quiet okay?" Arthur nods against Pierre's palm, despite his warning, he doesn't move. Instead he uses his free hand to grip at Arthur's hip for leverage and fucks him harder and deeper searching for that special bundle of nerves inside of him.
Pierre knows he's found what he's looking for when he feels Arthur practically scream against his palm, he continues to hit it with every deep thrust, while reaching down and wrapping his fist around Arthur's cock and stroking him in time with thrusts. It doesn't take him long to fall apart, Pierre just feels too good inside of him. Arthur moans into Pierre's hand as he comes all over his other one.
Pierre himself isn't far behind, he keeps his hand in place as he speeds up all most animalistic, he manages three more hard thrusts before he's spilling his seed inside of Arthur.
"Thank you." Arthur giggles as Pierre collapses down beside him. "Fuck, next time i'm booking a hotel."
#Sorry about the shit picture it's the only one I could find without Charles standing in the middle#pierre gasly#arthur leclerc#formula 1 fanfiction#fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#mxm#fanfiction#formula 1#formula one#mxm smut
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✨️💫BCC and Best Friends being friends Headcanons✨️💫
(Because their fued is stupid so lets pretend Wheeler and best friends made up)
William thinks Orange Cassidy is hilarious and laughs at anything he does
Chuck is scared of Claudio. Literally all he has to do is look at him wrong and Chuck hides behind Kris snsswweeeikssk
Kris and Bryan go on jogs together around whatever hotel they're all staying at
William finally caved and gave Danhausen one of his shirts. It's about four sizes too big but Trent and Chuck had to steal it from him to wash it cause he wouldn't take it off for a week
Wheeler and the gang talk about their inferences and they apologize for treating him Iike an errand boy sometimes
Kris and Mox have very similar music tastes so he's always bugging he rto find out what she's listening to.
Sometimes th go into each other's hotel rooms to play games like Mario Kart!
Once they finally start talking the all get along great!
Except Bryan and Trent. They have opposing views on pizza toppings.
Regal is more than happy to have more wrestling kids (especially since he already knew Trent and is super happy he found success after NXT) and makes them all snacks like rice krispie treats
Danhausen always requests his with the blood of innocent men. Will uses cherry juice and he still hasn't noticed the difference.
No one is allowed to tell him.
#bcc#blackpool combat club#best friends#wheeler yuta#chuck taylor#ill just tag it like this becase thats a lot of people lmao#headcanons
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Psycho Analysis: Bowser
(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)
Most of the time, saying a character needs no introduction is a bit of an exaggeration, because there is always the chance, however slim, that someone has not heard of that character. That’s not the case here, though; you could go to the deepest, most isolated jungle tribe on Earth, ask the villagers if they’ve heard of Mario, and they’ll all start singing out the Mario theme music. With that in mind, today’s subject absolutely needs no introduction, but out of respect for the King of Koopas I’ll give him one anyway: This is Bowser.
Bowser is not simply a video game villain. Bowser is THE video game villain. Like Mario, Peach, and Luigi, this big old turtle is pretty much a household name, loved far and wide for his iconic design, simple yet effective boss battles, and his inexplicable yet somehow still understandable sexiness. The question is, can I make it through this review without making some sort of crude comment about the raw sexuality the King of Koopas exudes? Lets find out!
Motivation/Goals: Bowser from day one has always been a pretty simple man. All he wants in life is those peaches, peaches, peaches… And I mean, really, can you blame him?
Yes, his motivations and goals are pretty simple and shallow, but he always manages to make something as trite as rescuing a damsel in distress fun and refreshing. His strict adherence to basic formula leaves a lot of room for mixing things up though, and this same adherence makes the times when he breaks tradition and does something like fight on Mario’s side all the better. And sometimes it’s clear Bowser just wants to relax and fuck around by karting, playing board games, or competing in some sort of sport.
It’s a fun little twist on that old “Knight rescues a princess from a dragon,” except the dragon is a giant turtle and the knight is an Italian plumber (a more powerful force than any knight could hope to be). Of course, the fact Bowser is incredibly obsessed with a woman despite her wanting nothing to do with him means that Bowser is—you guessed it—a
Performance: Hoo boy, are there a lot of Bowser voice actors.
The cartoons used Harvey Atkins, who delivered a fun and cartoonish take on Bowser; Marc Graue voiced him in Hotel Mario, but this isn’t shocking as he was basically every male character in that game; Peter Cullen technically voiced him from 1996 to 2006 due to archival roars he provided for the 1976 remake of King Kong being repurposed for Bowser’s own roars; Charles Martinet provided his iconic evil laughs for 64; Kenny James is his current voice actor; Jack Black turned in a very against type performance in the Illumination movie; and Dennis Hopper of all people portrayed him in the live action film from the 90s. And these are just the ones I wanted to highlight! There are a few English voice actors I skipped as well as his extensive Japanese voice cast! Here’s the complete list, just so I’m not here all day:
The point I’m trying to make is this: Bowser’s iconic status is completely a group effort, and each of these dudes helped contribute to Bowser’s status in our hearts and minds in their own unique ways.
Final Fate: It really depends on the game or movie or whatever, but he is always defeated by Mario at any rate. Sometimes he’s simply defeated and sent on his way; sometimes he’s captured and imprisoned, like in the animated movie; and sometimes he just fucking dies, like in the live action movie and New Super Mario Bros. Don’t worry, he gets better.
Best Scene: Bowser in the earlier games had rather simple boss fights, though they weren’t completely unmemorable. Still, out of his early days it’s hard to deny his epic battle against Yoshi in the finale of Yoshi’s Island, where his child self is grown to gargantuan size and ominously lumbers towards you from the background while a hardcore boss tune blasts through your speakers, is the peak of his NES/SNES days.
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Then we have his early forays into 3D, and it’s inarguable that the boss fights he has against Mario in the timeless classic Super Mario 64 are some of his best, even if they are rather simplistic. I mean, this is where we got “So long, Gay Bowser!” from, can you really deny its place in Mario history? And those are just a couple! We could probably sit here all day talking about his great battles in games like Odyssey, New Super Mario Bros, Galaxy, and so on.
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Bowser’s most impressive showing outside of the games is The Super Mario Bros. Movie. The initial teaser for the film, which showcased his opening fight against the penguin kingdom, really helps establish Bowser as the threat he is, and the final battle and the wedding scene in the movie are some of his greatest villain moments to date. But I’m going to be cliché and give the spotlight to his villain song, “Peaches.”
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Here’s the thing, though: As a song, “Peaches” kind of sucks. It’s just Jack Black saying “Peaches” fifty times in a row and then making Jack Black noises. But that’s also what makes it so genuinely great; in the hands of a lesser actor/musician, this really would just be the dumbest shit imaginable, but in the hamtastic hands of Jack Black the song has become an instant legend. I think the visuals and the beautiful piano playing really help, not to mention the official music video where JB dresses up as Bowser and tosses peaches around. Lyrically it’s nothing to write home about, but man does the performance really sell it.
Oh yeah and there’s this too:
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Final Thoughts & Score
It is near impossible to overstate how iconic, important, and downright awesome Bowser is.
Like, this guy is the final boss. He pretty much codified what that means in terms of video games, being one of the first iconic big bads of gaming and the first adversary a lot of gamers fought. It’s kind of hard to believe today, but the original Mario games were genuinely some of the most groundbreaking games of all time, and the only reason it’s hard to believe is because video games have been building off the groundwork they laid down back in the 80s. Bowser is no exception; every single video game villain, especially platformer villains, owes a debt of gratitude to the king of the Koopas.
I think part of the reason Bowser has managed to survive and thrive through console generation after console generation is because he, much like the rest of the core Mario cast, is extremely versatile as a character and can slip into any situation with relative ease. He can be an evil overlord, a bratty child, a loving father, a kart racer, an Olympic champion, a platform fighter combatant, the owner of a Coney Island disco palace, a giant skeleton, a board game player, it doesn’t matter! Bowser can do it all! He can be a goofy, bumbling comedy villain or he can be a galaxy-destroying threat that would make Thanos shit himself, he has range like you wouldn’t believe!
It helps that both times he has shown up in a movie he has managed to be a scene-stealing smorgasbord of ham and cheese. Dennis Hopper’s madcap, in-it-for-the-money-but-not-half-assing-it performance in the live action film is so delightfully over the top that he manages to make the mere act of saying “Monkey” and “Bob-Omb” memorable and meme-worthy. While he’s a bit far off from what you’d totally want from Bowser, and his saurian form gets relegated to a two second cameo before his death, it’s hard for me to really give him less than a solid 7/10. He’s just too damn fun.
Meanwhile, Jack Black delivered a performance so good that it makes it easy to overlook the many problems the movie has (like its terrible needle drops). He’s just so fun, funny, and even genuinely intimidating, perfectly mixing all of the traits that make people love Bowser into one big, juicy package. I think everyone knew this was going to be a 10/10 performance right from the moment it was announced, but still it was pretty impressive just how well Black was able to slip into Bowser to the point he was almost unrecognizable at times.
No one would argue that Bowser deserves less than an 11/10; he is genuinely one of the single most important characters of the 21st century, and has made a mark on gaming that very few villains could match. He is to final bosses what Dracula is to vampires, what the Wicked Witch is to witches, and what Fu Manchu is to racist caricatures of Asian people. Other villains have more depth and complexity than Bowser, but that doesn’t really matter when he kidnaps Peach for the thousandth time and throws an army of freaky mushroom men and crazy turtles at you, because you’re gonna be there helping Mario stomp those Goombas to get to him. Bowser is just an icon, and his place in video game history is absolutely, utterly gargantuan.
JUST LIKE HIS DICK!
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Random Phantom Ramble
Ok starting writing this just a couple of hours after the news of Phantom's return.
I wasn't really prepared and I still have some brain fog from the not so great week, and my brain isn't yet in the "Total Chaos" mode, so I'll write my thoughts now.
I think I'm speaking for everyone when I say the reveal was really unexpected. The DLC Is supposed to come out by the end of the year, but I guess at Ubisoft they couldn't help themselves. When they said "late 2023" I immediately tought they'll release it around Christmas, but at this point, I think it will be sooner. Since there are already rumors of a new Nintendo Direct in September, some people speculate they will pull a Luigi's Mansion 3 and the setting will be an haunted hotel, maybe it's going to relaese in late October/November? May be fitting!
Phantom as a main villain is something a lot of people expected since his dedicated trailer back in Kingdom Battle. To think this has a chance to be true is something my brain has not yet fully grasped. The fact that he might show up with Cursa's broken mask is just *chef's kiss*.
Finishing writing this as I'm feeling way better and the announcement is starting to dawn on me. I've been staring at the Instagram post grinning like an idiot for a bit too much, lol.
I know I may sound like a broken record and really biased on this take, but Phantom has been one heck of a character for me. I think he might be the character I had an acitve fixation on for the longest time (maybe on par with GlaDOS and Wheatley from Portal back then). I've always loved hammy, full of themselves, hypocrite villains and Phantom has all that plus a musical number? And he's based on the Phantom of the Opera? A literal theater ghost? A melodramatic, capricious, vain, fancy dressed cartoony theater ghost with a remarkable ego, singing about another character's supposed flaws while not seeing (or not aknowledging) his own? All of this offering plenty of character development to play with in the fandom? Canonically he'll gladly kick Mario's ass if he had legs and in fandom his selfish, vain persona is just the tip of the iceberg? 100/10 fits all my checks for being my favourite.
To think about it now, after the reveal, it makes a lot of sense. The hints, the shoutouts, the cameos, the foreshadowing (the dreams, lol, stil not over the fact that a lot of us dreamed about a supposed return). I didn't have a lot of faith for them to bring him back, at least not in Sparks of Hope, in my mind there was no concrete reason within the lore to do so. I really like how the devs love the character too. Between the cameos and averything else, the reveal really does feel like they're so excited to have gotten that Rabbid on a stage again. Wonder if Phantom willingly came back or he played hard to get again and the devs had to bribe him somehow, lol.
[By the way, if Phantom shows up wearing makeup I'll start to believe the devs listen to their fans (or at least aknowledge our fanarts, lol) as a lot of us has been drawing him with it.]
*A cathartic experience*
#rabbid#rabbids#mario rabbids#mario + rabbids#mario+rabbids#mario rabbids sparks of hope#mario+rabbids sparks of hope#sparks of hope#mario + rabbids sparks of hope#sparks of hope dlc#tom phan#rabbid phantom#phantom of the bwahpera#my rambles
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Top five music albums of the 2010's :3
Oh god I have to actually think about what came out in the 2010s. Uhhhhhhhhhh
1. Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino by The Arctic Monkeys: This is one of the first times I really excitedly bought an album and listened to it as a cohesive artistic piece, rather than just as background music or something I got with family. It is one of the few albums I let take up the very limited storage on my phone, and it is the first album I was interested in enough to research its meaning and concept. 10/10
(Uhhh okay I gotta go look up some other albums I'll be back.) [Exit stage right]
[Some time passes.]
Okay I'm back and I have reviewed albums.
2. Unearthing the Sentience by Beyond Flesh: So first off, I discovered this album this year through a friend of mine, and I absolutely love it. It's a technical death metal producer duo that released this and another album (the other one came out in 2020 and so doesn't count for this :/). It is entirely instrumental, but each song is so distinct. It'll introduce a concept, put a few spins on it, then tie it all together in a beautiful conclusion. The songwriting methodology honestly reminds me of Super Mario level design (as laid out by GMTK on youtube) in its expressive focus. Half of the duo, Juan Carlos Hernández, has genuinely become one of my favourite artists of all time. I have not yet had the pleasure of exploring his whole discography, but what I have thus far listened to has been extraordinary. Every piece is an imaginative journey that I delight in being swept up in. If you want to enrich your musical tastes a little more, you can find more of his work spread out across a few different bandcamps (his dungeon synth/ambience/fantasy works, his doom metal project, and his other works) or check out the occasional work posted to his tumblr at @imsobadatnicknames2. The works are entirely prolific and delightful, and this album in particular has been one of few that's started me getting into more metal. 11/10
3. Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me: I also found this one this year, and it was recommended through another friend. Amazing punk music about being trans (and other topics, of course). I had shown great interest in punk culture and aesthetic approaches, but this was a really good deliberate foray into the music itself that resonated with me personally (I'm a trains). The album was released after the singer and frontwoman came out as a trans woman, and it heavily centres her experience in doing so in a way that is really provocative and heartfelt. Some of the songs seem, I guess the word is insecure? In a way I don't really resonate with, but I guess that's the point, isn't it? The first two songs, Transgender Dysphoria Blues and True Trans Soul Rebel, have been permanently etched into my heart. I also really like Paralytic States. Really good to listen to as a full album. 10/10
4. Morning Coffee Chillhop Lo Fi Electronic Mix by Various Artists: "But wait!" I hear you exclaim. "That's not an album, it's just a youtube lofi mix!" Yes. Anyway, this mix has been my absolute favourite since I first heard it, and it really kickstarted my exploration of lofi. Like before this I was checking it out, but upon hearing this, I was well and truly hooked. The first song overlays audio from a tv scene (I think it's twin peaks?) about rewarding yourself every day, ("Every day, give yourself a present,") and it's a lovely sentiment to begin an album a mix on. the use of additional audio throughout is typical for lofi, but it is used to great effect here to elevate the music it's played over rather than obscure it while rendering each song distinct. It was also the first time (or at least most memorable time) I heard something like that. I do not know the name of a single song on this mix, and if I ever lose access to it, I will kill everyone within a five kilometer radius. 10/10
5. Starbomb's Self-Titled Debut Album: This is a comedy album around video games composed of several Game Grumps members, and I bought it as a teenager and listened to it front to back maybe more times than I got a good night's sleep. I'm not really into Game Grumps anymore, and now I kind of tend to skip NSP (other Game Grumps-adjacent band) when it comes up on older playlists of mine. But like, I couldn't un-memorize this thing even if I wanted to, and it is somehow one of like 6 albums still on my phone (Tranquility Base was unwittingly bought on Google Play Music and did not outlast its end) even since getting a new phone. Even the Caravan Palace album, while it's still on my device, didn't soundtrack my teenagedom nearly as pervasively, and it does not stand out as much as the other entries here (you should still listen though). I can sing along flawlessly to every track, and it is lovingly catalogued by that dorky teenager I carry in me as I keep growing through adulthood. It's my alarms sometimes. I want to rate it lower, but I have loved it too entirely for too long. 10/10
Surprise Bonus Play!!!!!!!! (Woa!) (Honourable Mention)
6. Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 by The Flaming Lips: This one is maybe cheating a bit as it's a greatest hits album, but whatever. I initially bought this on impulse as a gift for a friend for his birthday (I bought myself one as well), and I fell in love with how silly the song names and premises were. We all loved it, and had a blast listening to it via his playstation, then later in the car when we went camping together. I genuinely did not realize that it might be a somewhat well-known band before I saw the inclusion of one of their songs in the game Hi-Fi Rush. (Hint: They are very well-known. They have many awards and a long history. Their discography has its own wikipedia article seperate from their main article. I didn't know any of this until I came to wrote this.) I especially like "She Don't Use Jelly," which aside from being very funny, also implies a delicious toast recipe which I wholeheartedly recommend everybody try. 10/10
#also these aren't really ranks so much as the order I though of them in#music#musicposting#albumposting#Asks? Answered.
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-Notes-
-occasional 18+ content
-queer faggot
-current things that I can’t shut the fuck up about: fallout (tv show & games), baldur’s gate 3, hazbin hotel/helluva boss (mostly stolitz & huskerdust, + some alastor)
-About-
-you can call me kitchie (pronounced like ‘kicsi’ in Hungarian - it’s a joke bc kicsi means small and I’m 4’11”)
-30 years old 🥳
-married
-I enjoy cats and languages
-I write and draw (if the brain worms let me)
-I’m autistic and have adhd so if I do something weird pls just blame it on that
-I’m not kidding when I say I’m obsessed with languages, it’s my special interest since I was like 7
-fluent: english and french ; advanced: hungarian
-also OK: Norwegian, Spanish, German, Japanese, Chinese (Mandarin)
-can’t speak/write but can read: Brazilian Portuguese, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Finnish (sorta)
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The rest is just my likes and shit, no obligation to read
-LIKES-
video games
favs: Fallout, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Outer Worlds, Rule of Rose, Clocktower, ReMothered, Visage, The Evil Within, Resident Evil, the Dark Pictures series - most survival horror/horror in general.
I’ll admit that I often don’t have the patience for the horror games where you have to be all sneaky and try to find things & escape while constantly being chased, but I still really love those kinds of games and wish I had the patience to play them, so I’ll usually just watch a let’s play
I’m also a slut for some Mario Party, and my adhd ass can sit and play shit like Powerwash Simulator or House Flipper for hours
books/comics
horror/thriller/mystery mostly, but if it sounds interesting I’ll read whatever. we have like four shelves of Stephen King books
favs: The Walking Dead, Venom, GoT, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Hunger Games
I still read manga occasionally (FMA will always be my #1 favorite)
movies
horror (any kind), foreign films, indie, comedy - again, if it sounds interesting and I’m in the mood then anything is cool. if you like horror and haven’t watched any Asian horror films, you definitely should do that
series/franchises that could be releasing their 20-quillionth remake/sequel and I would still be going to see it: saw, the purge, friday the 13th, scream, nightmare on elm st, VHS, Killjoy, Terrifier
ok I’d probably watch any Hunger Games movie too tbh
and literally anything ari aster does, I know that man’s some kinda fucked up but damn does he make some Movies
also Tubi has some really awesome shit on there, definitely worth checking out
tv shows
favs: Fallout, The Walking Dead/FTWD, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Resident Alien, Hannibal, Ted Lasso, The Boys, Disenchantment, Paradise PD/Farzar, WWDITS, GoT (minus s8), Supernatural (stopped around s14 and then they did That Thing at the end so it’s more of an old fav now)
I love Scandinavian crime thrillers/dramas 🤣
when starting a series it’s honestly whatever my spouse and I decide we feel like watching at the time. I usually prefer comedy or horror, but we’ve been known to watch other things
I’ll admit I’m also a sucker for crime shows like CSI, I had season 3 on dvd as a kid and rewatched it all the time. I used to watch it and Criminal Minds with my parents so it’s kind of nostalgic cause it’s like one of the few things we all did together
(I used to be into anime but I haven’t really been feeling it for a while. My first anime was InuYasha (still holds a special place in my ❤️). My all-time favorite is Fullmetal Alchemist, and I enjoyed Death Note and JJBA a feral normal amount. Black Butler was also 👌🏻 and I still need to finish the manga)
music
90% of the music I listen to isn’t in English. I don’t really need to understand the lyrics, I just like how it sounds. Like Finnish music is so catchy I can’t explain it but the way it rolls off the tongue is so nice. It does end up being funny sometimes though when you find out you’ve been bopping it to a song that’s repeatedly calling someone’s mom a whore
Most Listened: Antti Tuisku, Apulanta, Evelina, Szakács Gergő, ByeAlex, Intim Torna Illegál, Leander Kills, Dubioza, KYO, Stromae - etc (Linkin Park is still an all-time favorite as far as American music goes)
I admit I’ve been obsessed with the hazbin hotel soundtrack lately
ok I won’t say no to the occasional k-pop or j-rock song (I used to be Obsessed lol)
that said I’ll listen to literally anything if it sounds good (nice beats make brain go brrr). only genre I actively dislike is post-9/11 country music
-DISLIKES-
spiders (i’m sorry lil dudes ur rly cool y’all just scare me), making phone calls
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Adryan Beck - formerly a member of Ryki’s band while he was in LA, Adryan is non-gender conforming, preferring they/them to any other pronoun, and flits between female and male presenting depending on their mood. Their parents had been expecting twins, a boy and a girl, however something happened in the womb and Adryan absorbed their twin sister. Another birth defect occurred in their eyes as well, which makes them appear golden. This has caused them to be legally blind and having color blindness as well, though they often wear contacts to correct the problems caused, if they’re going to be around the house and not around a lot of people, they will wear glasses. After calling to talk to Jon Connell they find out that Ryki has not only gotten married but has a baby (Bea) and they decide to surprise Ryki and his family with a visit from an old friend. Adryan and their girlfriend have been together for about 4 years, and she is completely understanding and loving through whatever form her partner decides to be. Adryan still performs from time to time, but releases music on youtube more than they actually do anything else. They also preform sometimes in a drag style show at a local club in Malibu where they and their girlfriend live. The two own a bed and breakfast right on the beach. It was apparently a gift for their girlfriend.
Thomas “Tom” Moreau - Tom is usually seen as aloof and prefers to be alone, though he is oddly a bit of a social butterfly (not so much that he flutters around between groups but because he doesn’t belong to any particular group and is considered, by some, to be friendly to everyone) He has a firm jaw and an overreaching annoyed look on his face most of the time but more often than not he’s not feeling particularly one way or the other. Tom is a poet as well as being a member of the coven his mother runs in, spending a lot of his time reading off to the side and keeping himself to himself. He has been friends with Lilly and Roxie since elementary school and considers them both to be his better friends, to the point that as much as he’s not one to stand in front of a crowd, he will appear in or work on Lilly’s productions, usually in the background somewhere though. It’s not until after Diana starts getting into the plays that he starts stepping more into the light. Tom is a little athletic, he used to be on the track team until his epilepsy seemed to have gotten worse and is currently taking a bit of a break from it.
Austin Grier - (no relation to Joey or Johnathan Grier) - Austin is a gamer, plays world of Warcraft and GTA/RDR and pretty much anything else he can get his hands on. He came into my head playing Mario Kart with Andy on a hotel bed when Andy is competing on Master Chef, he made friends with Andy pretty quickly and usually they’re on the same team, though there’s an added, teasing rivalry the one or two times they’re on opposite sides. He’s very animated, and very out/proud and doesn’t have a vicious bone in his body. He was raised by his grandparents and spent 95% of his childhood in the kitchen with grandma. He currently lives in NYC and works at the Bronx teen club but has plans to move to LA, Vegas or even out of the country, depending on the results of the show. He doesn’t win, but is the runner-up after almost getting cut in the third round.
His specialty is baking but he also has a soft spot for pasta, and wants to travel to as many other countries as he can to learn everything he can. He has one tattoo, an ouroboros on his right wrist. It has something to do with his parent - his mother was attacked and wound up with him, though they never hated their son, they transitioned shortly after he was born but unfortunately passed away when he was four. His grandparents were both very supportive of their child and grandchild. Grandma died shortly after he turned 15, grandpa only stayed in NYC long enough for him to graduate high school then moved back to Colorado to live with one of his other sons. (Good relationship there to, his uncle doesn’t really understand why his sister transitioned into his brother but just wanted them happy in the end.) He used to spend summers on his uncle’s ranch, taking care of the horses and working in the kitchen. Apparently he experiments in the kitchen quite a bit, he auditioned with “one bite salad” pockets made with rice paper sleeves and balsamic “caviar” he made using agar agar powder and oil.
Darnell Terrance - Darnell isn’t new but he needed an updated picture.
Jamie Oliver - Jamie isn’t new either, she’s been around for a very long time. So Jamie used to be the guitarist of the Suicide Kings (originally called the Lords of Salem), however when Scott got involved with the band the direction changed without her. Wolf IS her brother, not biologically but they met in the system the first time she tried to get away from her abusive family. He protected her from the foster father and then when she found out she was being sent back to her home, he told her he was blowing the joint and offered her a place if she needed it. Wolf ultimately ended up breaking her father’s wrist and taking her with him to California. She was about 12 to his 18. She lived with him as his little sister since. When the band started she was 14, everyone in it treated her like their little sister. The serial killer homages in their names were her idea and she took the name Hell’s Belle after Belle Gunness, a female murderer of over 40 people in Indiana/Illinois between 1884 and 1908 and dressed like this on stage while wearing a bedazzled skull mask. She usually wore the mask so no one could see how young she was. Scott joined the band about a year before they were signed and turned the band on its ear, ultimately trying to make it HIS band, not Wolf’s but because Wolf was going through it at the time he did little to push back, subsequently demoting Jamie to essentially roadie, the only person he trusted to touch his guitars. He still was trying to look out for her though. When Lynn voiced her anger with her brother Martin never giving her the time to play her music, Jamie decided to give Scott and at the time, Wolf, the middle finger and agreed to play bass for the Riot Girls and ended up really loving it. When Scott loses himself to alcohol, Wolf can’t deal with it anymore and asks her to play a few shows as Hell’s Belle again while they figure out what to do. I do know Scott gets his ass kicked into rehab for alcoholism and while the band continues to tour, Jamie goes back to the Riot Girls when a new guitarist takes over (he looks like Zakk Wilde and apparently goes by the name Joseph Skinner)
Luke Vaughn - Diana’s father, Luke has been in my head for a while but I’ve never really known much about him. Turns out, Luke is a member of the Scorpions from California and an honorary Viking due to his relation (by marriage) to Floki. Luke had been married to Floki’s sister though the two worked out much better not being married and divorced shortly after the birth of their daughter, Diana. He is a doting father and loves his daughter more than he thought he could love anyone. After the unfortunate death of his wife, Luke takes over caring for Diana, bringing her down to Illinois with him where he relocated a few years before the unfortunate business with BP and the reorganizing of the Slayers/Scorpions. (He has already stated he will follow Queenie as he had the greatest respect for BP) Luke generally works at either the Hustler Club as a bouncer and/or as a landscaper during the summer months in order to provide something more stable for his daughter.
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▹ … 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ‘ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ’ !
birthday stream | i play childhood games while answering questions and more.
20220716 | 2:30AM - LIVE NOW! CLICK TO VIEW.
jr: good evening, polaris... or well, morning. sorry for coming online so late. i did come on here after celebrating for a bit with the members, and i couldn’t sleep after drinking so here i am. i thought it would be a good idea to celebrate it with polaris too by doing a gaming stream. it’s been a while since i did one, right?
[stares in silence and awkwardly into the camera]
jr: it’s been so long that i feel awkward doing this now. how about some childhood games for the nostalgia while i answer some of your questions so it'll feel less like i’m talking to myself? everyone, what kind of games did you use to play in your childhood? [more silence as he scrolls through the web] i have no clue how to play it all, i’ll be honest i only ever played games like habbo hotel and runescape... with some pokémon on the side. [squints while he reads a chat] you played among us when you were little? were you perhaps... just born yesterday?!
[screen shows that’s he’s opened up a web game called ‘barbie fashion’]
jr: this one looks manageable! my noona used to play a game similar to this one, but she’d never let me play it, said it was for girls. i’m old enough now so i can play whatever i want and no one can stop me. that’s one of the best things about being a grown adult. i keep seeing comments saying ‘among us’. look, i know a lot of you like among us, that’s why i’m playing this instead. you’re just going to have to deal with it ‘cause it’s my birthday. okay? deal with it [😎]
[5 minutes later...]
jr: i’m bored now. what other games should i play? [reads chat] thanks for the birthday wishes and nice comments, everyone. i never know how to respond to compliments so i’ve been pretending i don’t see them but i do, and i appreciate them! just don’t expect me to read it out loud ‘cause it’s kind of awkward for me [ㅋㅋ] you know that feeling right?
jr: ‘would you ever start your own fashion line or work for your family’s business?’ i mean, i like fashion but i’m not all into it or high fashion brands, i have no desire to get my name up there if you get what i mean. i could see myself doing games or music for a long time but not fashion.
[two hours into the stream and he’s played different other childhood games including super mario, neopets and space cadet. now he’s onto ‘need for madness’]
jr: ah, so this is what it feels like to be a racer! i didn’t understand why people were into games like this before... but i kinda get it now. it’s so satisfying to waste the other cars, but getting my own wasted makes me want to pull my hair- NO! [instictively throws keyboard away as a reflex from losing, leans back in his chair as he stares at nothing for a long silent moment before finally picking his keyboard back up and closing the tab]
jr: i’ll stick to answering your questions. [turns on some dmca-free lofi music in an attempt to seem ‘chill’] ‘what variety show would you want to appear in?’ variety isn’t my strongest suit but if i really have to pick one, maybe ‘law of the jungle’...? i want to challenge my survival skills and learn about surviving in most extreme cases. ‘what’s your comfort food when you feel upset?’ anything home-made and made out of love is my comfort food. don’t mean to be a cliché, that’s just how it is. ‘with a headset like that, you would think he’s playing some cool action video game’ you sound disappointed... good. ‘what's the best birthday gift you've ever received from the members?’ i can’t think of a physical gift to be honest. mostly because i’m not about the birthday fanfare for myself that is. i do however love having my members all make a fuss. cake. candles. singing. that does it for me on my birthday.
jr: alright, polaris~ it’s already almost 5am and i have a schedule in the late afternoon, i should probably try to get some sleep. you should too! sorry for keeping you up if it’s late for you. on the bright side it’s the weekend so i hope you get to sleep in and rest well through the day. thanks for keeping me company and again thanks for the wishes. i will enjoy the rest of the day. until next time!
■ … 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 - 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 !
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What’s Up With Me
started: 6/28/23
updated: 3/27/24
📝Projects📝
Unamed future novel/webcomic 🎇
Gif & Image sets🎇
Kurokochi manga photos
Learning Japanese
Shelf Organizing
Joxer in comics
Catalogue original characters
“Clean Up”
Tumblr Posts
Twitter posts & reblogs
Youtube watch later
Chrome bookmarks
🎨Art🎨
Practice
firebuug palette roulette
SVS Lessons
✍🏼Writing ✍🏼
Fan Fiction
The Quarry
The Liveblogging of Travis & Laura // ch 1 of 10(ish)
9 Lambs-a-Bleating // ch 0 of 20(ish)
((secret fics))
Hazbin Hotel
A Flock in Hell // ch 0 of ?
Original
Unnamed future novel 🎇
Prompts
🎮Playing🎮
PlayStation
Yakuza 4
Evil West
GrimGrimoire Once More
Yakuza 5
Laptop
Neighbor
Stray Gods
The Wonderful 101: After School Hero
Sayonara Wild Hearts
Switch
Cafe Enchante
Super Mario RPG
Unicorn Overlord
📚Reading📚
Novels
The Mermaid
What Moves the Dead
My Heart is a Chainsaw
Manga & Comics (up to what I have)
Ossan Idol
A Man & His Cat
Go With the Clouds, North by Northwest
📺Watching📺
Anime & Cartoons
One Piece - Egghead Arc
My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer [ 04 / _13 ]
Ousama Ranking [ 0 / 23 ]
Sasaki & Peeps [ 0 / _ 12 _ ?]
Eternal Boys [ 0 / 24 ]
Delicious in Dungeon [ 0 / _ 12 _ ?]
Frieren: Beyond Journey's End [ 0 / 28 ]
TV
Xena: Warrior Princess
Season 1 [ 24 / 24 ]
Season 2 [ 08 / 24]
Season 3 [ 0 / 22]
Season 4 [ 0 / 22 ]
Season 5 [ 0 / 22 ]
Season 6 [ 0 / 22 ]
Beetlejuice (the animated series)
Season 1 [ 0 / 13 ]
Season 2 [ O / 8 ]
Season 3 [ 0 / 8 ]
Season 4 [ 0 / 65]
Invincible Season 2 [ 4 / 8 ]
Sofia the First
Season 1 [ 4 / 25 ]
Season 2 [ 0 / 30 ]
Season 3 [ 0 / 28 ]
Season 4 [ 0 / 26 ]
Movies & Specials
Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir: The Movie
Invincible: Atom Eve
Orion and the Dark
🎬GIFs (& Image sets)🎬
Monkey King: Hero Is Back
Inn Fight
Wukong Animation Appreciation
Ted Raimi
Though Shall Not Kill…Except (x1-3)
Odyssey 5
Skinner
Attack of the 50ft Cheerleader
Xena: Warrior Princess
Season 1
> Callisto
Season 2
> Girls Just Want To Have Fun
> Warrior...Princess...Tramp
> Intimate Stranger
The Sea Beast
Bayonetta 3
We Are As One
Let's Dance Boys x3
One Piece: Film Red
Kizaru
Fujitora
Tot Musica synchronization
Music Video/Movie song set
Mini-Sunny
One Piece Live Action
Kuro stalking Kaya
One Piece
Kizaru-Egghead Arc
Jingle Jangle; Dances
#projects#writing#art#video games#shows#anime#watching#playing#gifs#I don't know how many times I should update it per goals or per a time set.#goals
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This is Happening - Chapter Six
Walking away from perhaps one of the least relaxing spa days in history, you at least felt pretty.
To apologize for acting like children and nearly getting you kicked out, J-Hope and Jimin sprung for a complete makeover. You'd never had your hair and makeup professionally done before. It was uncomfortable, but also nice, in a weird way.
You felt good, but not really like yourself as you caught people staring. For that reason, you were relieved when Jimin got a text saying they were meeting for a private dinner in a banquet room instead of the main dining area.
They claimed it was so they could order their own food without the other guests knowing they were getting preferential treatment. You felt it was more likely the hotel had offered to make them whatever they wanted to stop making a scene in their public areas.
To-may-to, to-mah-to.
As you approached the private dining room, Jimin paused, then threw the hoodie he'd been carrying for you over your face.
“If you wanted me to take it, all you had to do was —”
“Shh . . .” J-Hope grabbed your arms and held them to your sides. “It's surprise.”
“The dining room?”
They both giggled in response. “You face.”
You scoffed, but let them lead you blindly toward blaring music and amazing smells. The main dining hall was serving re-heated chicken wings with macaroni and cheese. This was definitely not that.
They called out in Korean once you entered the room, presumably getting everyone's attention. The music and laughter stopped, and even with the the cloth over your face, you knew they were all staring your direction. With the exception of maybe one. Or two.
You turned in the direction of unmistakable Mario Kart sound effects.
“Pause it,” Namjoon barked.
There was a scuffle and Jungkook wailed out in complaint, but quickly silenced. The game's music stopped.
Then started again.
Then stopped.
Then started.
You lost your composure at the same time Namjoon lost his patience.
“Jin-hyung!”
You burst into laughter under the sweatshirt, feeling your cheeks turn pink from both emotion and heat.
“It's okay if he doesn't want to look at me,” you gasped. “I would just really like to take this shirt off my face.”
You reached up and pulled the hoodie forward, sliding it down your face and balling it up between your hands.
“Ta-da!” J-Hope slid to the floor in front of you with full-on jazz hands.
Jimin started up a sort of chant of, “She so pretty, yeah.”
Jungkook looked down immediately.
Jin stood from the pile of cushions in front of the carted TV the hotel had apparently provided and smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt. He winked and you heard the tell-tale sound of Mario flying over the edge of the track.
You grimaced. “You should have let him pause it.”
He realized what had happened in a moment and yelled at his controller as he turned away to re-start his race.
Namjoon approached, hands clasped in front and bowed. “You look very beautiful.”
You smiled and felt yourself go pinker.
“She looks very uncomfortable,” Yoongi called from the sidelines. He didn't seem impressed. At all. He hadn't even stopped eating.
“Ooh, what's that?” You ignored the blatant, discomforting stares of the others and approached the dinner table. You assumed it was a family-style setup, with various picked over plates of meats and vegetables much more appetizing than what you'd been served recently. Otherwise, Yoongi was looking at death by gluttony.
The music started again, at a more appropriate volume, and Namjoon slid to your side to explain what everything was, careful to keep a respectful distance.
“They didn't have all the right ingredients, of course, but they made things more like what we miss from Korea. Jin made this spicy fried chicken.”
“Jin did?” You asked, surprised, glancing over to the full-grown man playing Mario Kart and ignoring you completely.
Namjoon nodded. “He likes to eat, so he has to cook too.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “They let him cook in the kitchen here.”
“Wow.” You put two pieces onto your plate first, then one of everything else to try.
“You eat a lot, for a girl.” You looked up into Tae's wide-eyed stare.
“You had nothing to say about my makeup, but you're going to call me fat?” You'd meant it as a joke, but it was clear from everyone's faces it wasn't received that way.
There was an immediate uproar, with even Jungkook berating his elder. He could barely look at you, but he stood up for your honor. Yoongi never said a thing, but you swore his hand disappeared and didn't reappear until Tae looked green.
“You are too beautiful for words,” he choked out in the most clear English yet. “The makeup only makes that clearer.”
Boos followed and several balled-up napkins flew in his direction.
“Hey! Hey!” You called out, batting away stray paper. “I was only joking! Don't be so mean.”
“He so mean!” J-Hope argued.
“It's fine. Think of me as a boy, remember?” You tied up your hair and threw your hoodie over your head. You wished you had makeup remover at your disposal, but this would have to do. “Don't fight because I'm a girl. I'm not even a very good one! I want to eat fried chicken and play Mario Kart and … and . . .” You picked a bottle of whiskey from the table. “And get drunk with you guys. I don't care if you think I'm pretty. I don't even think he's as pretty as he thinks he is.” You pointed to Tae, who pouted on cue.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Number one most handsome 2017.”
“According to who?” You shot back, earning “ohh's” from the crowd.
“Independent Top 100.”
“Are you sure it wasn't biggest baby contest? You'd be number one for that!”
His stuck his bottom lip out further and started to fake cry, proving your point.
“She will rather look at me.” Jin paused his game and stood, flexing. “Worldwide Handsome.” He blew you a kiss and wink, sending the room into giggles.
“Noona will never love you more than you do!” Jungkook clapped.
“Where did you rank, Worldwide Handsome?”
He sat down and resumed racing.
“Top 50 2018,” Namjoon provided.
“Zero 2017,” Yoongi smirked.
“Mmhmm.”
Jin didn't turn, but his ears turned pink.
You looked around at the guys, sobering slightly. “You were all on the list though, weren't you?”
“2018, yes. 2017, no.” J-Hope responded. “Only Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.” He frowned a bit, then mustered up his smile, pulling the plate of chicken toward him. “I love KFC!”
You glanced questioningly to Namjoon. “Korean fried chicken,” he explained. You raised your brow and maintained your gaze. That wasn't what you were asking. Namjoon lowered his voice. “He barely made it on the list this year. But me too, almost.”
“You?” You blurted it without thinking. True, he wasn't the most handsome man you'd ever seen, but if they were all on that list, you'd put him somewhere near the middle, at least.
Namjoon smiled and spoke louder. “It is an honor to be nominated. There are billions of faces, and we are seven of the most handsome. Don't you feel lucky?”
“I think it's all a matter of taste,” you laughed. “But who am I to judge? I wouldn't make it into top one million if I were famous myself.” You stopped their mumbled protests by holding up your hand. “One of the boys, remember?”
Jimin hugged you from behind and said something in sweatshirt-muffled Korean, resting his head on your shoulder. His deep sigh revealed he'd been drinking alone while the rest of you were debating how handsome everyone was.
“Jimin needs to eat,” Namjoon chuckled, not translating what he'd said.
“And maybe the rest of us need to catch up a little bit.” You raised the bottle of whiskey and poured some into every cup held out to you, except Jimin's, because he really did need to slow down. He pouted at your refusal, but took the opportunity to nuzzle into you more deeply.
J-Hope and Yoongi each took theirs as a shot and held their arms out for more before you'd even poured one of your own. J-Hope nursed his second one, but Yoongi swiped the bottle, making sure to pour you a generous serving first.
As soon as the liquor was brought out, Jin joined the table, eating and drinking enough for an army. Apparently, he had restricted himself to one plate until everyone else got there, but all bets were off once you'd eaten.
“This chicken is sooo good,” you moaned, thirty minutes and three drinks in.
“I only make sauce,” Jin explained. “They have only frozen chicken.”
“Oh my god, that makes me so mad!” You could hear that you were louder than usual, but had no control of your volume. “I bet if you made this at home it would be the best fucking thing I've ever eaten. And I will never get to taste that.”
It took a minute for you to realize they were all staring at you.
“What, I have sauce on my face? Sorry, I'm not a professional eater like Worldwide Douchebag over here.” You giggled at your own, obviously hilarious, joke.
“You curse?” Jimin, now slightly more coherent, asked from your lap, where his head apparently been resting without your knowledge.
“I swear a fuckin' lot,” you admitted. “You guys are just so a-goddamn-dorable I was uncomfortable until now. I told you, I'm not a very good woman. If you guys like this—” you gestured to your airbrushed face—“you probably don't like me much. Cause this is soo rare.”
“Girls should be cute.” You looked down at Jimin's pensive face. “Small.”
“Good luck finding one smaller than you,” Yoongi sassed, taking another shot.
Jimin continued, unfazed. “I like you for pillow, not girlfriend.”
You nodded in understanding, without noticing how the others waited with bated breath for your response. “I am built for comfort.” You smiled. “Physically and emotionally. That's why I was a psychology major.”
Only Namjoon really understood what all those big words meant. “You are a doctor?”
“No no no. I didn't have enough money for that. I'm in concierge services. Like your assistants and stuff. It takes a strong mind to be ordered around all day, people don't realize. And you have to be able to think on your feet, and be ready for anything. I have to anticipate people's needs all day long. When I have a job that is.” You stared at your empty cup, smiling when Jungkook filled it. “You're a good little brother.”
Tae, five minutes behind in the conversation, replied from Jin's shoulder. “I like cute girls. Act cute. But I like you are different too. I like you fat.”
You snorted into your glass as he panicked over his own words.
“I like your . . .” He waved his hands in an hourglass shape.
“Curves,” you supplied. “You like my curves.” By American standards, you were pretty average, but you knew tastes and body types varied internationally.
“Yes,” he smiled, then seemed to realize that even that had been inappropriate.
“So we need to find you a girl who acts cute and has curves?” You plowed through. “I don't act very cute, so I can't help you. Do Korean girls have curves?” You looked to Namjoon.
“Most of them do not,” he answered honestly. “Curvy is ugly in Korea.”
“Oh,” you frowned. “After meeting you guys, I thought maybe I should go to Korea to find a guy, but I guess they'll all think I'm fat and ugly.”
“Korea has impossible beauty standards for women and men. Very unhealthy. I prefer American curves myself.” He said the last part in a low purr you didn't think anyone else could hear.
“Stop flirting!” Except Jimin, who you'd forgotten was literally on top of you.
“Your head is in her lap!”
“Ahh!” You all looked up at Jin, who screamed for no reason. “Ahh! Ahh!” He stuck his fingers in his ears, indicating he didn't want to hear anymore.
“What’s your type then, Worldwide Handsome?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but Jungkook cut him off. “No girls are prettier than him.”
“Jin can marry himself,” Yoongi added.
“Hey! Stob it!” Jin protested. “I like girl.” You weren't sure who he was telling.
“Any girls?” you prompted.
“Nice girl. Cook. Clean. Good wife for me.”
“Well, I'm oh for three, I guess. But, hey, we can still play Mario Kart together.”
Jin's face lit up at the mention of his video game, but his hopes were dashed immediately by J-Hope.
“I want to sing!” he announced, voice cracking, as he held up a microphone.
“Where did he get that?”
“They gave us a karaoke machine. Everyone has to sing,” Namjoon explained. “Every time we drink with new friends, we sing karaoke in Korea.”
“But we're in America,” you pouted. “And I don't want to sing in front of all you professionals.”
“We are not all singers.” Namjoon pointed to J-Hope who had selected an NSYNC song to break the ice.
“America boy band for you, Noona.” He waved frantically to you as the intro played. You watched J-Hope perfectly execute the dance moves of one of NSYNC's most iconic videos, with a few complex adlibs thrown in, while completely stumbling over the lyrics. The ones he did know were slightly off pitch, as his primary focus seemed to be his somewhat indecent body rolls.
For the second verse, Jungkook, Tae and Jimin jumped out to join him. They were better singers—even though they also glossed over any lyric that wasn't the chorus—and they seemed to pick the dance moves straight out of J-Hope's brain, so that by the end you'd have that they'd mastered it beforehand.
You sang along, in spite of yourself, and gave a standing ovation when they were through. “I love NSYNC!” you admitted. “They're the last boy band I ever listened to.”
“You really don't know us?” Jin pouted.
You shook your head. Had he thought you were lying all this time?
“None of us?” Yoongi raised his brow in challenge.
“Oh, well I guess I know Jimin.” You reached for your phone. “But I didn't know it was him.” You pulled Promise up in your files, and the guys all exchanged looks. “I know it's not an official download, but my friend sent it to me. I guess she's a big fan of yours, and was hoping this would be like a gateway into listening to you. Since I almost exclusively listen to bands with guitars these days, she thought I might like it. Which I do! But I still haven't listened to the rest of you.”
The air was heavy for a moment, but Namjoon broke the tension. “My turn! Another for you, because you like guitar.” He shocked the hell out of you by playing one of your emo rock favorites from the early 2000s. But when the singing started, you knew exactly what he’d been talking about earlier: they weren't all singers. Namjoon knew almost all the lyrics, but delivered them in a somehow both flat and squeaky monotone you swore had to be a put-on. But you had so much fun singing along, you didn't particularly care.
“You have nice voice.” You jumped, not realizing Jin was so close to you. “You good singer.”
“And you”—you poked Jin's chest--are a good liar.”
You both glanced down to where your hand met his chest, suddenly aware that this was the closest you'd ever been, that you were touching him. This wasn't the same as J-Hope stroking your hair or Jimin's head in your lap. Although notably less intimate on paper, the tip of your finger begged to differ. It felt like you were burning a hole in his shirt. You actually checked to make sure that you weren't.
You jumped apart at the same moment, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. Yoongi was looking conspicuously away from you, but seemed otherwise as cold as he'd been since you'd woken up in his room this afternoon. Your focus shifted to him, Jin all but forgotten in an instant. Which was just as well, since you got to ignore his clumsy exit.
“You should talk to him.” Namjoon startled you with his closeness.
“What is it with you guys sneaking up on me?” You nearly slapped his shoulder, but remembered what happened last time you did that and stopped yourself.
“We're not sneaky,” he chuckled. “You're just drunk.”
“Oh, you'll know when I'm drunk.” You looked back to Yoongi, Namjoon following your line of sight. “Why is he acting this way? This morning I felt close to him, but now he's so far away.”
“That's Suga-hyung,” Namjoon shrugged. “He is hard to get close to. We have known him for almost ten years, and he is still mysterious to us.”
“Suga?”
“His rap name.”
“Like sugar?” You stifled a laugh.
“Because I'm sweet.”
You looked down at your shoes. You hadn't realized Yoongi could hear you, or that he'd be listening if he did. But you shook off the embarrassment and moved closer to him.
“Sometimes you are. And sometimes you're not. Like right now for example.” You reached for his hand, splayed on the table, but he pulled it away, placed it in his lap, and stared down at it.
“Is it because I went to your room today? Did I bother you?”
He didn't answer.
“Is it because the others came? Did they bother you?”
Still nothing.
“Did I get you in trouble with Kevin? Did I snore too loud for you to rest? I mean, are you even mad at me right now? Or do you just feel like being an asshole? I'd like to know so I can move on with my life.”
Yoongi finally flinched. You felt eyes on the back of your head, then conspicuously turn away as the music turned up.
Yoongi still wasn't saying anything, just staring at his hands under the table.
“Look,” you sighed, “forget it. I guess I don't know really you. I'm sure I never will.” You started to walk away, still mumbling to yourself. “Yesterday I didn't know who he was, today I'm all worked up about him. Stupid woman. Maybe I'm PMSing?”
“I could not help.”
You paused. That sounded like Yoongi.
“I could not help you.”
You turned around to see him reading from his phone. Is that what he was doing while you were losing your mind? Using his translator app? He couldn't have let you know?
“I am bastard,” he continued. “I could not help you because I am not bright enough. You need J-Hope. You do not need me. I am dark and sinking. I will make you tired. J-Hope will give you energy. Jin will give you energy. I will take it away. You do not need me. I am angry you do not need me. I am depressed. I want to help you. I want to know you. I think I know you. I want to be your friend. I cannot be more than friends. I—”
You clamped your hand over his phone, not needing to hear any more. “Did you not hear me, Min Yoongi? Sleepy? Suga? Whoever you are? When Namjoon asked me why I came to you, what did I say? I said, 'because he understands me.' I didn't want to be cheered up and energized and fussed over. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to sleep. I wanted exactly what you did for me. You were perfect. I am your friend. You know me. Please stop doubting yourself.”
He looked up at you, tears shining in his eyes, and in that moment, you knew: Yoongi was drunk.
“You didn't understand a thing I just said, did you?” You laughed. Startled to find you had tears of your own, you began wiping them away.
As soon as your hand was gone from his screen, he eagerly read what it had evidently recorded. And though you assumed something got lost in the translation, you were sure it got your point across.
Yoongi smiled so widely you saw tops of his gums, and it made you so happy you didn't even flinch when he squeezed your hand just a little too tight.
Nearby, a throat cleared, reminding you that you weren't quite alone.
“I have a question,” said Namjoon as soon as you looked his way. “Why do you keep calling him Sleepy?”
The drama had sobered you all up quite a bit, so the seven of you shared another shot while you watched Jungkook perform an altogether too perfect cover of a Charlie Puth single you'd probably heard somewhere.
“Is it because I'm drunk, and he's sober, or is he always that good?”
“He is always that good,” six voices echoed back.
“The golden maknae is my friend.” Tae puffed out his chest. “He is best at everything.”
“Golden maknae? Is that another stage name?”
“It is name we give,” Jimin explained.
“It means he is the youngest and he is . . . golden. He is good at . . . almost everything.” For the first time that night, it appeared Namjoon was feeling his liquor, so you poured him another. A part of you really wanted to see a crack in his veneer.
“But you change the subject.” Jimin waggled a sloppy finger at you. “Why is he Sleepy, Yoongi?”
“Because he's . . . Sleepy Yoongi!” You giggled at your cleverness. “It is a name I gave him when you hadn't introduced yourselves.”
“We apologize for that!” Namjoon held up a finger.
“You already did!” You batted at his hand, missing by a mile. “But I didn't know your names, so I made some up in the meantime. I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. Yoongi was Sleepy, because he looked so tired.”
The boys nodded in understanding.
“We call him Grandpa,” said Jungkook, surprising you.
“When did you stop singing?”
“Noona is drunk now,” Jimin laughed and poured you another.
“Yes, Noona is drunk now,” you agreed, taking a swig. “You, I called Puppy, because you are just so sweet and mischievous.” You booped Jimin on the nose, renewing his fit of giggles.
“You know about Chimmy?”
“Is that another nickname?”
“Chimmy is Jimin's cartoon. He is a puppy.” It took several attempts, but Namjoon was able to pull up a picture of an animated dog, apparently designed for and representing Jimin. He briefly showed you the others as well. Each member having designed a cartoon for himself as part of some marketing campaign.
“Oh! Is this one Jungkookie?” You pointed to the pink bunny firing a bubble gun.
“How did you know?”
“Because he looks like a Bunny too. I guess, now that I think about it, my names weren't very original, if you all already knew them.” You pouted into your whiskey.
“Me next! What your name V?” Tae slapped the table in excitement.
“Who's V?”
“I am V!”
“You are Tae.”
“V is his stage name. Most people know him as V.”
“Why? Because Tae is too long?” you snorted. “Oh, my god, you guys. I won't remember any of this. I'm already so confused.”
“My name! My name! My name!”
“Oh, my god, stop! That is why I called you Big Baby Babyface.”
“That is very long.”
“Well it started as Babyface, because he looks so young, but his voice is deep. Then, sometimes, Big Baby, or Baby for short, because he cries and whines like an infant.”
“So . . . You will call me Baby?” Tae waggled his eyebrows, intentionally missing the point.
You closed your eyes and buried your head in your hands.
“What about us?” You glanced up at Namjoon, who gestured between himself and J-Hope.
“Those two were obvious. I called you Dimples and . . . Sunshine. Is he okay?” You were looking at Sunshine, who seemed to be anything but at the moment. J-Hope had a far-off haunted stare going that made you think he was seeing dead people.
“Hobi is drunk,” Jungkook offered, taking J-Hope's glass away.
“That's Hobi?!?” You asked, putting the pieces together. “He was what you went to get when I went to Sleepy's room earlier?”
“Mmhhm,” Jin nodded. “Hoseok.”
“Hoseok?!? How many names does he have?”
“Hoseok is name. Hobi is nickname. J-Hope is stage name.” Jimin counted them down on tiny little fingers.
“Oh, my god.” You grabbed his hands. “No wonder you only like small women.”
Clearly embarrassed, Jimin tried to pull his hands away, but yours enveloped his easily. Too easily.
“Ugh.” You let him go. “I feel so gross and manly now.” You spent a few minutes evaluating your hands, comparing them to the other boys around you to make sure they weren't enormous. No, Jimin's were just very small. His pinky, especially. And with your fresh, clear-coat manicure, yours were looking daintier and more feminine than ever.
“What about me?” Jin asked. “Did you guess I am Worldwide Handsome?” He winked again, more rapidly than you would think him capable of in his inebriated state. You were starting to think it was more of a tic than an intentional come on at this point.
“I called you Jin,” you shrugged, ignoring how he deflated. “You had already given me your name, so there was no reason to make one up. I mean, I guess I called you Jim that time. You should have seen your face.” You laughed until you snorted, which made you laugh some more. “You thought you were so smooth, and then I trolled you so bad. Classic.”
Jin looked down at his glass, swirling the liquid aggressively.
“I think he wants a nickname,” Namjoon prompted, leaning over to pat Jin on his back.
“Well, I don't have one.” And you kind of resented the fact that they were trying to make you think of one on the spot like this. “You don't look like any animals, you aren't . . . oh wait . . . Yes, you do sometimes.”
Jin perked up, then seemed to remember and regret. “No nono. I am a man. You cannot call me—“
“Chipmunk! You are chipmunk!” Jimin pointed his tiny hands and laughed at his older brother.
“That's right,” you smiled evilly. “You are my puffy-faced, backwards throwing up chipmunk.”
“Aww man . . .”
“Hey, you asked for it.”
Jimin and Namjoon continued to laugh at him, while Tae and Jungkook seemed to be entertaining themselves with a tower made of Jin's chopsticks. Yoongi and J-Hope didn't seem to care either way, each lost in their own drunken haze.
“No respect!” Jin huffed. “I prove I am man. Very sexy!” He flailed his arms, not unlike a Muppet, prompting you to laugh at him again. You weren't sure if he was serious. You kind of hoped he wasn't. Because if this was him being angry, he could never win a fight. Poor Chipmunk.
Jin took the stage to sing what Namjoon informed you was his own song, Epiphany. It turned out that you liked it, very much in fact. The music built in a way that was very pleasing to the ear and complemented Jin's voice well.
“His voice is kind of emo,” you murmured to Namjoon, trying not to disturb Yoongi, who had taken respite on your shoulder.
“Whiny,” Yoongi corrected.
You tried not to shake with laughter. “Yes, his voice is whiny. But in a way that matches a lot of the music I listen to.”
Yoongi huffed. “Jimin is better.”
You thought of the song that you knew and agreed. “Stronger, but less range.”
Yoongi nodded into your shoulder.
“You are a music critic now?” Namjoon asked, halting a swaying J-Hope.
“I know what I like,” you said with a wink.
“What do you like?”
“I told you earlier, mostly music with guitars and—”
“No, before, when we talked about what kind of girls we liked. What about you?”
“Me? Well you might find this hard to believe, but I actually prefer boys.”
“What kind of bo—” But he was cut off.
Yoongi snorted into your shoulder and called out to Jungkook and Tae.
Jungkook laughed and Tae pouted.
“Aww man.” He stood and took the mic from Jin's outstretched hands when he was done with his song.
“Did you like it?” Jin asked, excited.
“Very much,” you admitted. “I don't know why you thought it would make you look sexy, but I do like that song. I'll download it tomorrow.”
“Even without a guitar?” Namjoon asked.
“Hmm,” you pondered. “There are exceptions to every rule. But, if you do want to look sexy,” you turned to Jin, “you really should play the guitar.”
“He does.”
Jin buried his head in his hands—which you suddenly realized were large and long-fingered—but perked up when he heard the music Tae was about to sing.
“Spice Girls?”
“Punishment,” Jungkook answered, laughing evilly as he set up the camera.
“What was the bet exactly?” You were pretty sure you knew, but wanted them to admit it.
“You like boys.” Yoongi was matter-of-fact. “Taehyung bet you like only girls.” He paused, waiting for the music to start, then whispered, “You like only boys?”
You shrugged then nodded. “As far as I know. Why, what did you bet?”
Yoongi's lips turned down and he muttered what you'd worked out to be a Korean curse word.
You cocked your head to the side and raised your eyebrows, smiling when he slumped his shoulders.
He reached for the iPad with the karaoke app, but you laid your hand over his. He didn't need to sing a punishment song, and you really didn't need to hear it.
He smiled and showed you a complicated pinky swear, sealing your promise to keep your feelings about women, or rather lack thereof, to yourself.
When you glanced over, Namjoon was staring at you. Nervous he knew you were cheating, if only by omission, you said, out loud, “So you guys just make bets about everything?”
“Everything.” Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook said together.
“Tae Tae!” Jungkook smiled gleefully. “You have to do again! Noona is talking.”
Tae then made a very rude hand gesture, that let you know he no longer thought of you as a princess. Which was just fine by you.
“You have to be quiet,” Yoongi warned. “Producer will edit later, but we hear everything when Taehyung sings.”
You nodded your understanding.
To keep yourself distracted, you wondered what Yoongi had won for being the one to crack you. Or maybe what the others had lost. It helped you stay silent for a minute, but Tae wasn't making it easy with the dance routine he threw in.
You were fairly certain you stifled any laughter, but Yoongi claimed he heard feminine giggles when they played back the video.
“Are you sure that wasn't Jimin?”
Jimin jumped up and chased you around the table like you were playing “Duck, Duck, Goose” until you took refuge behind Yoongi, who growled in protection.
The party got its second wind, which was good, because you had all been hoping to actually make it to the New Year. J-Hope was a lost cause, but the guys set him up on some cushions in the corner, and everyone else switched to beer. They got you to sing, twice. First, a safe karaoke classic, and then later you got brave and went for broke with Adele.
Jin and Jimin insisted you sang very well, but you tended to believe Yoongi when he said you could sing well, some day, with professional lessons. The others said he was too honest, but you weren't sure there was such a thing.
Yoongi sang one also, and that's when you knew there was such a thing. Ed Sheeran would retire that song if he knew it was being butchered that way. You hadn't planned to tell Yoongi this, but he held no delusions, and treated you to a rap for his second turn. You weren't generally a fan of hip-hop, but you could not deny that the speed of his flow was definitely a worthwhile talent.
Jin flounced you soundly in Mario Kart a couple times. You insisted it was cheating that he knew all the shortcuts when you'd never even played the console before, but he wouldn't hear of it. You took no small pleasure in watching Yoongi hit him with a blue shell using your shared favorite character later. You wondered what would happen if you ever played against each other, but decided that was just a bad idea in general after seeing his competitive streak.
Things got a little fuzzy after that. You remembered screaming HAPPY NEW YEAR! and explaining the tradition of a New Year's kiss they'd all seen in a movie once. Only Jimin seemed interested, and he nearly got his ass beat for attempting it with you. One of the boys threw up. You didn't know which, but you smelled it and prayed you weren't next.
Someone offered to carry you, but you didn't think they could. Yet, somehow, they must have, because the next thing you knew you were on the couch in one of the suites, and an angry woman was screaming into your sleeping face, “Get out of the room, you stalker!”
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Chapter 2 Reflections
Exercise 2.1: Think of a Game
1. Chess - A war game played on a checkered board. There are black pieces and white pieces of different kinds, which can move in different ways. If they intercept, they take out the piece of an opposing colour. The goal is to take out the king piece of the opposing colour.
2. Monopoly - This game simulates real estate commerce. Players move a piece in a circle around a board, rolling a dice. If they land on a piece of unclaimed land, they can purchase it and eventually build homes or hotels. If it's already owned they must pay a fee. The winner will purchase enough property to bankrupt their opponents.
3. Comparison - Both games are played on a board and with pieces. They are both competitive games with a last-man-standing approach to victory. This is despite the fact that the games are nothing alike as far as the rules are concerned. Monopoly also seems more complicated than chess at surface level, but chess is an older, significantly more complex game that we are still learning new ways to play even today.
Never thought I'd be able to appreciate the similarities between Go Fish and Quake. Another fun fact - Go Fish evolved from a game called Happy Families which was first invented in 1851! It's also interesting to acknowledge how a player must voluntarily accept rules - That is different to how we can be exposed to drama, music and other forms of entertainment involuntarily but we must choose to engage with games (unless you're like... dragged into a Saw game, heaven forbid).
Exercise 2.2: Players
To start a game of Go Fish, all players are required to have is a deck of cards. This is a much lower barrier to entry than a game of Quake, which requires a player to have access to the software for the game as well as a device on which to play it; however, if somebody has Quake, it actually becomes more accessible as it can be played at any time - Go Fish requires a group of people who are all willing to play at that particular time.
Exercise 2.3: Objectives
1. Mario - To navigate from one side of a stage to the other, avoiding obstacles and enemies along the way.
2. Zelda - To defeat a series of dungeons, becoming progressively more powerful and defeating a final boss at the end.
3. Pokemon - To catch them all is the real test, but to train them is the cause!
4. Animal Crossing - Relaxation!! But I suppose to collect fish, fossils, insects, money to upgrade your town/house.
5. Mortal Kombat - To strategically input moves/combos to defeat your opponent.
I've never really thought of games as a series of restrictions we place on ourselves for the sake of a game. It seems obvious - but I think it's because it's so easy to see it as a challenge, and that anything which goes against the rules is seen as cheating rather than being seen as the logical way to achieve the goal.
Exercise 2.4: Rules
In that vain - no, I can't think of a game that doesn't have any rules, because again it just seems obvious that games have rules. It's not something I've ever stopped to acknowledge before. Without realising it, I just accepted that a game, at its most base level, is a set of rules/constraints that define play. If I think about games with just one rule, tag comes to mind. Although there are often additional rules added, such as "you can't tip the butcher back" - ie. You can't tag the last person who tagged you - The game is essentially defined by the single rule that one person is "it" until they tag another player, anything else goes.
I wonder, do things like coins in platformers count as resources? Aside from adding to the score, they often serve little to no purpose. Sometimes they're not even scarce. Yet they're still fun to collect.
Exercise 2.5: Conflict
The conflict in football is very different to the conflict in poker. It's probably easier to address the similarities first. There's often high stakes (can be a lot of money on the line) so competition is fierce. They're also skill based games that can't be won merely by luck. However football is a team game while poker is a game where everyone plays on their own. Players also have the opportunity to tap out before they lose too much, unlike football where one team must win and the other must lose. Conflict in football is usually physical, as it is a contact sport. Conflict in poker is mostly psychological/mental, but still very intense for the players.
We now fall back to the idea of the magic circle... Which is a great analogy - especially considering many games do take place within a literal circle. Acknowledging how they start and end with the game is interesting though, and begs the question - what about games that exist within servers such as MMORPGs? Technically the server hosting that world is the magic circle... But what if it never ends? It is a place we cannot physically go - even if VR technology can make it feel that way - but the universe no longer ends but simply exists alongside us.
I'm not sure if I agree that every game needs to have an unknown outcome. Certainly it is what makes competitive games interesting, and they do cease to be fun when you accept that you can no longer catch up to the winning player, even if the game has not yet finished. Many games of chess I've played and almost every game of Monopoly has ended that way. However many games merely have challenges - to obtain a certain goal or item. You could argue that sometimes the uncertainty of outcome there is that a player may not know when they'll obtain it or what their score will be - but in some games, like MMORPGs with levelling systems, you know exactly when and how you'll obtain something, but still get a dopamine rush as you approach the goal. There's not uncertainty of outcome there, and sometimes the challenge can merely be the investment of time, but this is definitely a form of gameplay and is even relied upon by non-gaming technologies to "gameify" the experience of learning a new skill, for instance.
Exercise 2.6: Challenge
1. Mario Maker - This is an incredibly challenging game. Levels are categorised into difficulty by an AI (number of plays in relation to total clear rate, etc) and the levels are made by players. They must be cleared before they can be uploaded, therefore they should all be possible, but some are brutally challenging and require perfect manipulation of Mario in order to progress to the stage without dying.
2. Chess - I enjoy chess, but it requires such careful planning of strategy, constant awareness of what is happening on the board, the ability to plan ahead and to make your actual moves quickly (assuming you are playing with a timer).
3. Mortal Kombat - This is another game I find challenging. It is about besting an opponent - predicting their moves in real time and knowing when to parry, when to attack and when you'll be able to get a combo in to quickly rack up damage. I'm usually on the receiving end.
"A puzzle is a simple task with a bad user interface" - I like this a lot. I also like this pyramid:
Though perhaps again I would disagree with some of the definitions here. A game, clearly, doesn't require opposing players, or single player games wouldn't exist - and I absolutely dispute that a puzzle doesn't have replay value. People who enjoy jigsaw puzzles don't simple solve the puzzle once and never attempt it again (unless they put it in a frame, I guess). The same puzzle can come out again on a rainy day. And for puzzles like rubik's cubes, there are entire groups of people dedicated to finding the fastest and most efficient way to solve the puzzle. So they do all build on complexity like the pyramid, but the definitions associated with this figure in the textbook are not correct.
Exercise 2.7: Premise
1. Guitar Hero - The premise is that you are a rockstar and you need to hit your notes with accuracy in order to play good music and entertain your audience - mistakes ruin the song.
2. Cluedo - The premise is that you are a detective solving a murder in a mansion. You must work out where the murder happened, with what weapon it was carried out with and who did it.
3. Risk - The premise is that you are a warlord controlling an army in an attempt for world domination. You start in a single territory and spread your troops out to gain reinforcements and defeat other armies.
Exercise 2.8: Story
I remember playing Golden Sun when I was young. It's a fantasy RPG game on the Gameboy Advance, where characters manipulate the powers of the elements (much like Avatar: The Last Airbender) - I found myself always coming back to this game for the story, and when I was in highschool it was the inspiration for a lot of my own creative writing.
I don't think I've ever met a game designer who likes the term "gamification" - and I guess the justification provided by Fullerton (that it implies adding game elements over another kind of system automatically makes it fun, which isn't true) is a fair one. I've been using Duolingo to learn Spanish, and I've actually found that the gamification elements are detrimental to my learning. They make it fun, and make me want to come back every day to "learn" - but I find I'll often be tempted into redoing lessons or doing easy actions simply to maximise the amount of experience I'm earning to compete with other learners (players??) rather than actually pushing myself to learn new content. I'm not of the opinion that gamification doesn't work - but this is definitely something I've noticed in myself with Duolingo, and have heard others express the same sentiment.
Exercise 2.9: Applying what you have learned
Players: 2
Objective: To make the final move, leaving your opponent with no possible moves
Procedures: Drawing a line between two dots, and adding a new dot
Rules: Lines must go between dots, but no dot can have more than three lines coming out of it. One line per turn.
Conflict: Pressure to add a line but not leave any options for your opponent.
Boundaries: Physical boundaries (the paper you're playing on)
Outcome: One winner
Challenge: You must think carefully about where to place your lines. The dot you add might be creating more opportunity for your opponent.
Premise/Story: None.
Funny that the chapter ends talking about that the definition of a game is evolving and is not agreed upon. I touched on this before. Also interesting how hard it is for us to define things, even though we all have an understanding of what they are.
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Top 10 Moments of Elio de Angelis Brilliance
aka fine I’ll do it myself because f1.com clearly isn’t going to do a tribute video anytime soon
Suave, charming and super-fast, Elio de Angelis was one of the best drivers of the 1980s. He was able to challenge for poles, podiums and wins against some of the top names of the era; Mansell, Senna, Prost, Rosberg, and Lauda amongst others. Known as ‘the last gentleman’ in grand prix racing, he came from a wealthy Roman family but soon proved he was no pay-driver, with some fantastic performances for the Shadow and Lotus teams. He only competed in 8 seasons of F1 before his career, and life, was tragically cut short in a testing accident in 1986. He was a driver who on his day could outpace Ayrton Senna - who knows what he could have gone on to achieve…
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10. Recovery drive | Imola, 1980
Elio’s first season driving for the Lotus team didn’t go smoothly, with the car mostly competing in the midfield. At his home grand prix in Imola, he could only qualify a disappointing eighteenth, almost a second behind his teammate Mario Andretti in tenth. He stormed through the field on race-day, however, driving a measured and intelligent race as chaos, crashes and retirements unfolded around him. He would eventually finish tantalizingly close to a podium, in fourth place.
9. Pole and podium | Brazil, 1984
Elio started the 1984 season with a bang, taking his second pole position at the opening race in Brazil. He was half a second quicker than anyone else, and almost a full second ahead of teammate Nigel Mansell in fifth. Although his Lotus was ultimately outpaced in the race, by winner Alain Prost and a hard charging Keke Rosberg, Elio was still able to finish on the podium in third. It was only the third time he had scored a podium in his F1 career.
8. Maiden pole position | Brands Hatch, 1983
Elio endured a difficult 1983 season, with the Lotus team reeling after the sudden death of Colin Chapman at the end of 1982, and struggling with their new turbo engines. He retired with mechanical problems eleven times in the first twelve races. The car finally came good at the end of the season, with Elio finishing fifth in Monza, and then taking a superb pole position at Brands Hatch, the first of his career. Sadly he didn’t finish the race, after a car problem on the twelfth lap, but teammate Nigel Mansell managed to finish on the podium to show the team’s improved performance.
7. Kyalami recital | South Africa, 1982
One of Elio’s best-loved performances was not in a race car at all! During the 1982 driver’s strike, almost the entire grid barricaded themselves in a hotel room to demand changes to new superlicence regulations. To keep everyone entertained overnight, several drivers put on a show, with Gilles Villeneuve playing ragtime music, and Bruno Giacomelli supposedly making detailed diagrams of an AK-47 machine gun. Elio topped them all, however. He was a classically trained pianist and performed a few Mozart pieces that left the room stunned. Keke Rosberg said “Elio was a close friend of mine, so I knew he could play the piano. But no-one knew he could play like that…”, while Nigel Mansell later said he would “never forget… Elio’s beautiful piano playing”. (Sadly there’s no photos or footage of this – the gif is from a 1985 performance on German TV).
6. Best of the rest | 1984
Lotus built a very competitive car for 1984 and Elio put it to good use, taking four podiums and consistently finishing in the points in eleven of sixteen races (and retiring only because of mechanical failures in the others). He finished a fantastic third in the championship, his best ever result, only behind the dominant McLarens of Prost and Lauda.
5. Breakthrough drive | Watkins Glen, 1979
Elio had a difficult rookie season with the struggling Shadow team, retiring seven times and finishing outside the points six times, and even failing to qualify for Monaco. But his disappointment ended at the final round of the season in the torrential rain of Watkins Glen. He started only 20th on the grid, but drove a fantastic race to finish fourth, keeping calm as more experienced drivers crashed out in the challenging conditions. It was the only points finish for Shadow all year, and an eye-catching result for Colin Chapman, who was impressed enough to offer the Italian a test-drive for Lotus…
4. Youngest podium finisher | Brazil, 1980
Elio took the first of his nine podium finishes in only his second race for the Lotus team, after an unexpectedly quick drive to finish second behind winner Rene Arnoux at the gruelling Interlagos track. At the time, de Angelis was aged just 21, and he broke Bruce McLaren’s record for being the youngest ever driver to finish on a podium. His record would stand for another 17 years.
3. Sensational pole | Canada, 1985
It’s not often that a driver can say they beat arguably the best qualifier of all time, but Elio managed to do it a couple of times in 1985. Lotus had changed its driver line-up, bringing in the rookie sensation of 1984, Ayrton Senna, to replace Nigel Mansell. Senna quickly became the focus of the team and was given more car updates and testing time, despite Elio leading the championship at the beginning of the season. At the Canadian Grand Prix, however, Elio took his final pole position, outqualifying Senna by three tenths. Allegedly Senna entered into ‘heated discussions’ with the Lotus engineers afterwards. Meanwhile, Elio relaxed in the paddock with his girlfriend…
2. Last man standing | Imola, 1985
The 1985 San Marino grand prix was infamously a race of attrition, with only six finishers and thirteen retirements. Five cars ran out of fuel in the last couple of laps, including race leaders Ayrton Senna and Stefan Johannson. Elio finished second behind Alain Prost, but after the race Prost’s McLaren was found to be underweight (with not enough fuel!) and he was disqualified, handing Elio his second career win. Far from being an inherited victory, Elio was the only driver who was able to drive to the constraints of the new fuel limit rules. He drove a conservative but still quick strategy to make it to the end of the race, and take the rewards.
1. On the line | Austria, 1982
At the time, it was the second closest race finish in F1 history. It was the last time Colin Chapman would throw his hat in the air to celebrate a Lotus victory. And it was Elio’s first, magnificent win. He started seventh and spent much of the race in the top six, steadily moving up as drivers retired ahead of him. He was running in second with five laps to go, when Alain Prost retired from the lead. That left Elio in first, but he had to contend with Keke Rosberg’s rapidly closing Williams. Neither driver had won a race at that point and it was clear they both wanted it badly. They were nose-to-tail on the last lap, with Elio positioning his car brilliantly to defend. He slid wide going into the last corner but was able to get the power down and finish just 0.05 seconds ahead of Rosberg at the line. Elio was even gracious enough to apologise to Keke on the podium (although the Finn reportedly laughed and said “don’t be f*cking sorry!”)
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Bonus entry!
Black flag | Silverstone, 1981
Elio got black flagged and had a meltdown and it’s never not funny to me look at him go
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Shigaraki smut
I wrote this high asf so it'll most likely get deleted soon because when I wake up after publishing this ill regret being born lmo. This is literally my first time writing smut and i did it when i was high. Probably not a good combo.
WARNINGS: SEX
"OHH THAT'S JUST CHEATING" I shouted at my boyfriend, while smashing the buttons on the switch controller. We were playing Mario Kart and needless to say we were both quite competitive at it. "TOMURA STOP THAT'S CHEATING" I shrieked, he kept poking my side just when I would be getting ahead of him, causing me to lose control of the controller and allowing him to slip by.
"Its called playing smart!" he smirked at me and crossed the finish line in first. I sighed and rolled my eyes "Next one I'll get you" We were playing rounds of three, three tracks, three games, three chances to win. Now I only have two chances to win, seeing as my boyfriend was a cheater at every game we played. He even cheated during Monopoly by getting Dabi to distract me while he stole money and hotels from the box.
I had a plan though, I knew what to do to throw him off his game.
We started the second race, and we both kept our cars almost directly next to each other the whole time, at this point we knew how the other would react to something and we used that against each other. Crossing the line to start our third and final lap I waited until just the right moment to put my plan into play. I had planned it just carefully enough where he didn't see something was coming, but I was just barely ahead of him.
Just a little's way away from the final finish line I jumped on him and grabbed his controller and yanked it from him as hard as I could. He let out a yelp of shock and quickly reacted, going for the controller immediately. My premeditated plan work perfectly as I lifted both my feet up with s p e e d. He landed on my feet and groaned in light pain. He rolled his eyes as I passed the finish line in first and he stood up.
"That was so unfair!" I gave him the most innocent smile I could muster. "Its called playing smart babe!" I said in a borderline mocking tone. He snatched his controller back from me, accidentally disintegrating it. I laughed at his now emotionless 'I just died inside' face expression.
"Don't worry baby, I always keep spares just incase." I stood up and walked over to my table, picking up another controller I had set out, whilst picking up a little surprise present I had gotten Tomura. It was put in a cute little box that I had carefully wrapped ribbon around. I walked back over to him where he was sitting on my couch fidgeting his fingers, "I'm sorry (Y/N)". I plopped next to him and handed him the box. turning to face him while watching his expression change from confusion to happiness at the realization that I got him a present. He tugged at the ribbon but to no avail, the ribbon was put on there a bit tight, so he ended up just disintegrating the ribbon off. He lifted the lid off the box to reveal a pair of gloves that cover only two fingers to help him prevent destroying some things with his quirk. He lifted the gloves up and a smile spread across his face.
"Wow.. Thank you baby" He slipped the gloves on and looked at me with a goofy smile. "But I'm still gonna beat you in round 3"
"I'd like to see you try"
We had a deal that neither of us would try to make the other lose. ‘A fair fight’ we called it. It’s obvious no one had the intention to make this a fair fight, we were both glancing at each other and smiling. So yeah, obvious.
Eventually we had both made our way to first and second place, but I was showing to have the chance of being first. I was quite ahead of him and I just had my fingers crossed for a Bullet Bill power up to seal my win.
I came up on a row of power ups and I drove through one, waiting to see what I got. I got a banana. I huffed in defeat and kept driving, throwing the banana behind me.
“Ohh whaT THE HELL” Tomura said as he conveniently ran over the banana, causing his car to slow and allowing me to gain more of an advantage against him. "Haaa looks like I'm going to win!"
Suddenly he pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while taking away my controller with the other. “What happened to no cheating? Did you just get too mad at me?” I mocked. He leaned over and kept my arms pinned with his forearm and used his hands to keep steering his car, not responding to me. I tried wiggling my arms out but to no avail, he’s pretty strong.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back in return. I snatched his controller away and made his racer drive off a cliff and tossed the controller onto the ground where he wouldn’t be able to reach it. I looked back at him to see that his face was slowly turning red. I leaned down and rested my head on his chest and smiled at him. I let go of his pinned arms and lowered my hands to trace the scratch marks on his neck. He brought his hands down and ran his fingers through my hair. He sat up and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in to kiss him. I could feel his other hand start to roam up my thigh when we suddenly heard the Mario Kart finish line music play through the speakers. We broke away from the kiss to see who had won.
”WALUIGI!?” I yelled, jumping from my spot on the couch. Running up to the tv with my controller. “HOW DID WALUIGI WIN HE FUCKING SUCKS!” I huffed and crossed my arms, mumbling quite rude things directed at the annoying character. I felt Tomuras arms wrap around my waist as he laid his chin on my shoulder.
“It’s just a game baby, besides, that just means you and I are still tied. So we need to find another way to find the winner” He whispered that last part in my ear. “What other way are we gonna decide who wins then- ohhhh” I felt very very dumb in that moment. Tomura laughed and pulled me back onto the couch. I sat on the couch as he turned off the tv. I patted the cushion next to me to tell him to sit. He gave me a questioning look and sat next to me.
I flipped my leg around and crawled into his lap, facing him. He rested his hands on my waist and leaned up to kiss me. I put my hands on the sides of his head and deepened our kiss. He licked my bottom lip, asking for my permission. I parted my lips and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. There was no “battle for dominance”. There was him, just this gorgeous man exploring my mouth for the umpteenth time.
We broke from the kiss and I buried my head in his shoulder, slowly starting to rock my hips against his lap. I took in the scent of his cologne, it was the same cologne I had bought him for his birthday. It was my favorite on him and the fact that he uses it almost everyday makes me feel so many emotions, most of which I had never even grown up with.
He groaned as I grinded against him faster, I could feel his very obvious hard-on through his pants. He matched my grinding with his and used my hips to direct me the way he wanted. “God I love you” He mumbled into my ear, I tried to giggle but moaned as he put his hands up my shirt and kneaded my breasts. It had been a while since we were this intimate due to him being busy with the league but I was glad I had caught him on a day off.
He suddenly picked me up bridal style and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and stood in between my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him. He slid my shirt over my head and un clipped my bra and started sucking on my sensitive buds. (I’m literally so high rn) I put my hands in his hair and tugged slightly, moaning his name.
”Nngh- T-Tomura, I n-need you” He looked up at me and stood straight, slipping my leggings and underwear off my legs. “Do you baby? Because you seemed to be doing fine earlier” He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He aligned with my entrance and I was waiting for the immense pleasure soon to follow but there was nothing. I looked up at him and saw him smirking at me, whilst not moving.
“W-what the hell. babe come on, pleaseee” I groaned with anticipation, trying to squirm but he quickly put his hands on my thighs, stopping any movement from me. “aghh Tomura I don’t know what you’re trying to do- OH GOD” I was mid sentence when he suddenly trust his member in me as fast as it seemed like he could. He groaned as he thrusted into me again and again “Oh baby you’re so tight”
Our moans filled the whole apartment as he never showed any sign of slowing down. I gripped the sheets and tried to match his movements but he kept me in his grip. That’s when I knew I was his for tonight, and I loved every second of it. With every deep thrust, his member hit my core just at the right spot where every time I feel like I’m going to burst from pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head, waiting for my upcoming climax.
He stopped moving. My eyes snapped to him.
“Get on the bed on all fours for me baby” He said in a low octave that he usually had during our more intimate interactions and I feel like he knows it turns me on. I crawled onto the bed on all fours as instructed. He came up behind me and before I could even say anything snarky he once again thrust his member into me before I could even react. I buried my face in my pillow and matched his pace, pushing my ass into him.
He rubbed my ass sensually as his pace quickened. “mmm baby I’m close” he groaned. I nodded in my pillow and tried not to make the loudest sound I could. I could feel my climax rounding the corner.
I gasped and made an almost scream sound as I came around his dick. His pace slowed as he busted in me. He pulled out a few seconds after and I laid on my side, him following suit.
“I missed you” I mumbled into his chest as he pulled me closer. He rubbed simple shapes on my back and kissed my forehead.
“I missed you too baby.” I giggled and looked at him, pecking his lips.
”I think it’s safe to say you won the tie”
Ahhhahh i’m so fucking high right noww. I’ll most likely add a note at the top when I get off the high so whatever my sensible self says, listen lmaoooo
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