🎮 - What’s your favorite video game?

So, I already mentioned Mass Effect 2, but I play a LOT of video games, so I have plenty more! An easy three to throw out there would be:

Bloodborne! I got the Platinum on this and did all of the endings and quests, ran Kirkhammer and Tonitrus before switching it up for the Boom Hammer. I streamed the Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower fight for my boyfriend and the friend who introduced us, and they were just watching with bated breath because I was matching her hit for hit for hit - I search for Visceral Attack openings, fish for that exact point in the animation, and just go in. That's my style. I also just adore the setting, the darkness, the dreariness, the lack of specificity about anything, the sheer out-there-ness of the monster designs and the hard left turn from Victorian Gothic horror into the Eldritch. Ebrietas is my favourite boss. She's cute. :)

Until Dawn. I fucking love all of these characters, I love the interlocking narrative - I've played it maybe eight or nine times, and each and every time, there's been some change in the dialogue or some minor difference in a scene that tickles my brain every time I see it. Sam, Mike, Josh, Chris and Jess are probably my favourite characters of the principal cast, but honestly, I love them all, they're just amazingly well sketched out and performed. Understand the palm of my hand, bitch~

Resident Evil 2 (Remake). The Resident Evil games are, on average, my favourite video game series of all time - I'm a sucker for survival horror, I really love the characterisation of especially the remake versions of the cast, I adore how different each run can be because of the variable difficulty, I fucking LOVE the music for the games, they're just amazing (not you, 5 or 6. Piers is cool. I'll take Piers. But you can keep Kijuju.) 2 Remake is probably my favourite of the lot, though, just because of how perfectly and tightly designed it is. Also, Collapse fucking SLAPS. Fucking incredible escape music.

🌿🍒 Roguey (because I like making his life difficult 😌) @southern-belle-outcasts

Someone had some sick and annoying sense of humor to put mistletoe up all around the tower. He would blame Stark, but Pietro felt like he didn't even bother showing up around any longer. No, the only person what would have this much time to hang literally hundreds of bundles of the plant was Wade. And he probably had cameras around to capture anything awkward.

Which was what he was going to get as Rogue of all people walked through the door, the both of them stopping just right under the plant, "Don't tell me you think we need to follow some stupid tradition and kiss now."

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you have made me strive for better description and length. You have a way to weave words that immerses me in your writing and obviously I cherish your friendship regardless of how fast we get to write our replies.

If we're being honest, you were awesome by the time I even got here, but sure. Also, I keep hearing length doesn't matter. LOL. Sorry, couldn't help myself. I do tend to be slow, but mostly because every post I write I want to show the story, let it grow, and sometimes that does take time. Sorry for the long waits. I appreciate the way you balance canon and oc, I love a lot of your HCs and how they expand the character and world you write them for. Also, you're stuck with me.

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise? Music!Ben

{ 🫀 You broke and bought: Music!Ben }

He brought it on himself. He brought the whole house tumbling down. 

A listicle of the infamous tumbling downs:

Got cosy with a singer with the sole ambition of stealing her songs for First Order Records. Then he fell in love with her. Then he broke her heart. Then he broke his heart. 

Deliberately drove a car he knew would crash, physically debilitating his bandmate and best friend, Devon (Dräede (Music!Verse Knight OC)). 

Kicked out of the band that was his life- and family, too. 

Destroyed by Snoke. 

The other public break-up with another singer.

(Not invented by the mun at all, mun is loving and kind, and Music!Ben…

Music!Ben: pff, I was a fucking sweetheart in 2020.

K: Why you little—

He was.) 

And the long inciting crawl before the drop: 

He was picked up by First Order Records, a mega-famous, albeit notoriously abominable, bloodsucking label, at Snoke’s behest. Snoke has a lot of power in the industry, a big string-puller, surrounded by goons and lawyers and goons who are lawyers. Legend has it, they didn’t want the rest of the band, at least not initially. Just Ben. 

Ben accepted and signed a contract with profoundly shitty terms and not only urged but successfully convinced all his mates to do the same, you know, so that the band could stay together. To be fair, he didn’t know any better at the time. Later on, however, when certain strictures became clear, ‘Kylo’ shrugged off the band’s concerns. Things got ugly even before they got ugly

(Apparently, he never apologized to any one of them. And there were nine members at one point.)

Various incidents where this poor boy (nobody loves him) was a victim of sexual assault by gnarly, old Hollywood men. All horned-up aggressive men, at parties, you know, locker room behavior on designer drugs. Men who’d grab at him and tell him it was a good thing he was so big. Some women, too. 

(Ben denies this. He’s also denied the existence of TMZ when they’re right in his face, so go figure.) 

Some women threw broken Guinness bottles at ‘Kylo’ during a live performance in Michigan. Women with strong throwing arms. One bottle hit him in the pelvic belt… that was during a low-rise jean phase everyone went through. Probably would’ve been a nothingburger if he got offstage treatment. Everyone thought it was so cool the way this kid kept playing. A few shards got into his eye area, though. Then they had to take him down. And that was before the masks and uniforms. 

Born in New York and raised all over the world. They really liked that line. It wasn’t Ben’s, but he wore it after a while. He would hate anyone to know, but if you asked someone from before the Knights of Ren, they’d tell you he grew up in North Wetyin, which never existed on a map, ever. He got the shit kicked out of him in school, too. He dressed kind of like maybe he was gay? Sure, he was a tall tree, but he looked weird and talked funny, and you could see how sad he was. It’s mean; kids get mean in middle school, but those kids he went to school with just didn’t like him, and they seemed to want him to know it.

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@southern-belle-outcasts sent: you couldn't have known it was a trap. - Nilza & Aiden

She tried her best to calm down, running her hand through her hair. A part of her knew that Nilza was right. That she couldn't have known it was a trap. she was going by instinct now, with her powers gone. Though she still wished she had done something to stop it. Maybe people wouldn't have gotten hurt if she was more alert. "I know. I just hate seeing people get hurt," aiden finally spoke, looking over at her. "I should be used to this by now. But every time someone gets hurt or loses their life because of some monster, I.." she stopped herself as she tried to gather her thoughts. "How do you make yourself numb to this? I have been doing this for as long as I can remember and it never gets better."

Continued from Here. Closed for @southern-belle-outcasts

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She smiled as he spoke. That wasn't the first time in the last three months she'd been given a version of the job question. It was a strange choice she would admit to herself. And while she would answer him, she felt better that he was aware enough to understand how personal that could be. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She shook his hand twice and then took back her hand so she could continue to to keep up with the increasing amount of glasses.

"You see enough horror that people can do to one another that in my case, I needed a different outlook on life." She flicked the mostly dry towelette behind her, clear to not hit anything or any one as she gave him her attention once more. "I moved here a while back and needed a job to get me through until I can find the right place for a bakery and café. I won't be as popular as Jitters, but I hope I can manage with the locals."

Once the stack of glasses were dried to her standards, she began to put them away until she was needed again or a new round manifested at her station.

"If you don't mind me asking, and you can tell me it is none of my business, but are you going to be okay? You seem a tad frazzled." She spoke as she made her way to gather the latest tray that appeared by her co-works endless running about. "I'm a great listener and keeper of secrets."

Rogue/ @southern-belle-outcasts said: “ What is goin’ on here? ”

So much for keeping things down on the quiet, having snuck into the building figuring it was unoccupied, wasn't often he had gotten such things wrong, but this was one of those rare cases. For the moment his back was to whoever it was addressing him, hands in front so they couldn't see what he was doing. "Nothing you need concern yourself with...away with you."

to the following in no particular order because i just started at the top of the notes and worked my way down....

@kit-just-kit | @mymydrukkari | @multi-mused (sry wouldnt let me @ u) | @southern-belle-outcasts | @nytehavyn-circle ( sry wouldnt let me @ u ) | @corinnebaileyrp | @goodlawman | @kylo-wrecked | @tabbyrp | @therealgamble | @kalaimcgarrett ( sry wouldnt let me @ u ) | @morgansmornings

thank you all so much for sending well wishes and good juju. as le Turtle mentioned previously on her update....i and my family unit arrived at the inlaws at about 230-300 am tuesday. we are safe and just waiting things out for the time being. Hoping we will have a home to go back to once Ian gets his slow moving 450 mile wide ass out the way and power has been restored. Because that this point power is a given thing we will lose and for a substantial amount of time given last time (with Irma) it took week. tho admittedly our governor did decide to get properly prepped this time around and Line trucks have already been called in to safe areas to be dispatched to where they are needed as soon as the storm is cleared. 

(and if anyone that is reading this is or has family or friends in that line of work that volunteered or were assigned to this emergency call for help--thank you so much. you guys make all the difference in disasters like this we appreciate you/them SO much.)

but yes a bird and family are in a completely different state so we’re very much okay and out of Ian’s way. :) just please continue to keep our house and home in your thoughts. It and everyone still down there that chose to or couldn’t leave is going to need it.

@brooklynislandgirl - special thanks for keeping everyone up to date while i didn’t have the capacity and sending all your own good juju. -hugs-

-Crow

@southern-belle-outcasts asked: * i swear, it’s my dog’s fault. - Nilza & Dean

: { Dean } :

"I mean... if it is your dog, I'm impressed it can pick up a wrench and take out a window with no opposable thumbs, but that's just me."

@southern-belle-outcasts​ // meme (usfw)

[ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse.

     His boxerbriefs are tenting but the effort goes ignored behind Kaylee’s back, merely occasionally brushed by her buttocks as she moves back and forth on Arthur’s stomach. His hands are on her thighs, her skin dipping where his fingertips press into it but he doesn’t move them for even an inch so Kay can do what she wishes without ever breaking the contact of her wetness on the smooth latex. She’s riding him -- and he welcomes every second of it.      Her moans paralyze Art, who keeps focusing from her face down to where her hand is working on herself, the little pink nub peeking out between her fingers every now and then in a way that has him whimpering with desire to play with it as well. When she knows he’s looking, index and ring finger spread the blushing lips apart so he can enjoy the complete show of how she smooths against him, kissing his navel on the way. He wants to beg to get permission to do something, anything, but he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the sounds she spills, his name mixed with primal noises that would have every hair on his body stand to attention if he had any.

     The elbow leaning against his knee moves so she can unceremoniously drag the underwear off Arthur’s legs, presenting him with a sparkling shred of hope that has him lightheaded for a second with how quickly the blood rushes right to where she leaves him begging against the curve of her ass. He feels her heat, throbbing with excitement for the teasing she’s doing without the payoff.      God, she’s so wet, she’d feel so good, so soft and tight. The way she moves her body on top of him, if she leans back like this while he’s inside her and he touches that little bit below her belly button so he can feel himself --      Arthur howls softly and as Kay’s hips angle back, his stomach tightens up below her to get his shoulders off the bed. Instantly her free hand lands on his chest with a soft smacking noise and he’s pushed back to where he was, the motions of his own hands mirrored now in the way Kaylee mercilessly squeezes his pec. The tense muscles under flesh relax with the knowledge she likes him pliable, pinchable in her hand, and Kaylee appreciates the gesture with a quick flick of his already perk nipple. He can get as muscular as he wants, but she enjoys the little cushioning he always seems to keep here, her little pillows for when she’s too lazy to get off of him.

     ‘I’m gonna cum,’ she purrs, leaning heavily on the hand on Arthur’s chest to come down to him to rest her forehead against his. Together they watch how she brings herself closer, closer, closer... and then the release that has her arching her back, wrist trapped between their bodies while Kaylee cums with her labia nestled around Arthur’s shaft, bringing her darling to an orgasm right alongside her without much extra effort.

@southern-belle-outcasts​:  ❛ Who hasn’t he slept with? ❜- Rogue

“Who, Remy?” Jasmine asked. “Well, he’s a charmer and easy on the eyes, so he’s probably been with quite a few women.”

Jasmine smiled, wondering if there was more to Rogue’s question. Like a hidden subtext about Remy she didn’t want to admit to.

“Why, you jealous?” Jasmine teased.

“Can’t sleep?” Rogue

". . . No. No, Hypnos' embrace eludes me tonight."

Rogue finds him in the lab, curled over a lab bench, but with nothing in his hands, which is a warning sign all of its own. He appears to just be staring off into the distance, thinking very deeply, or trying to do the exact opposite. All the monitors are reading Legacy Virus data, exploded genomes, lab cultures, projected transmission rates, but he's doing a very good job of avoiding looking at any one of them.

Just off to the side, slightly out of view, is a clipboard with a medical report stuck for someone named Josephine. Hank appears to have stolen it from a hospital. Rogue knows exactly which one.

"It's the damnedest thing, to think you're right. Like knocking back shots in rapid-fire succession, you just get so - high, on yourself. You think that because you're right, you can, should, and must do anything to, to carry it forward, to keep on going. If you're right, you simply have to keep on being right. It's your duty. Your moral imperative."

Hank's musing to himself. He doesn't turn back to look. He doesn't think he'll like what he might see in Rogue's eyes. He doesn't think he likes the idea that she might've been right and he was wrong.

". . . Threnody. Do . . . do you think she'll be all right?"

Hank suddenly feels sure he's made a horrible mistake.

@southern-belle-outcasts (x)

"Well, you were the only one who answered my call." Which honestly was surprising. Some of the others in his contact list answered but said they were too busy. Too busy to deal with a giant monster. Really.

Add in the fact that he and Rogue didn't quite get along. At all. It was weird to see her be the one showing up to help him. Though she probably didn't trust him to take care of things himself.

"If we're getting food, you're paying." He knew that was no small price with the amount of food he could eat. And he needed to get back at her for being a smartass. "If you want to pick the place, fine by me."

@southern-belle-outcasts {{xx}}

One of her quieter love languages ~not that she knows to call it this~ is her ability to observe and translate that into small acts of service. She's made a note about all the things Nilza likes or appreciates, and saves them for moments when the woman needs them. Right now her brain might through its fog say she needs coffee and so Beth provides, but what she needs is tough love. A lifetime of living with a werewolf sept has taught her how to do it in the least provoking manner possible. "Then you're getting off your lovely backside, leaving the coffee here for me, an' gettin' yourself into bed. I don' mean that in the naughty way, either." It might seem like a demand but…this is a fight that Nilza won't win. "Of course you could decide t' put up a fuss an' then I'll have t' fight unfair. You know healin' aint the only granny-work that I can do with it all, right?" A threat? Yes. Softened by a kiss pressed to the other woman's hair. "Mos'ly though, I'm worried about you. I don' like what this new job of you'r'n is doing to ya." She softens. "I'll curl up with you an' Saph is right there by the fire in her own bed. You can tell me all about it til ya drift off, deal?"

[ lemon ]  do you believe in ghosts? how about aliens?

[ bumblebee ]  where have you always wanted to travel to?

[ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song?

{ from the colourful interview meme }

🍋 Alien organisms, mhm. Love those lil' dudes. (Don't come here.) I would rather not deal with ghosts, although I might feel a bit better if they did exist...

🐝 Greece! I have some family there, yet I've never been. Someone get me on a goat on the heathen island of Crete, I'm ready.

💁‍♀️ My favorite song could also be Satchidananda. The whole album could be my favorite song.

@southern-belle-outcasts

@southern-belle-outcasts sent "He's not really my cat. He's kind of feral — ya know, wild? Of course, Ah do feed him every night, and sometimes, he'll come in mah window and bring me little dead things..." Roguey & Aiden

"I think that's adorable." She always had a special love for cats. They seemed to be the standard companion for witches. Though she wouldn't trade her dog, Daisy, for anything. "What kind of dead things does he bring you?" Cats were mysterious creatures. They weren't as predictable as some dogs could be. "Even if he's not your cat, I think he's bonded to you. Bringing you dead things is a sign of that. he's trying to take care of you like you're taking care of him."