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babyhatesreality · 10 months

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Can you please write a stucky x little!reader? Where reader sneaks her game into bed, stays up all night but the daddies don’t know and then is cranky and tired all day? The daddies found out of course and help put her down for a nap with jellybean? And you can as a small punishment if you want

Absolutely, my darling @youre-amazing-say-it. Thank you for being so supportive and patient. I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to find words again, and I thank you for your kindness while I made you wait.

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Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, pet names, stern Daddy/Papa, affection and teasing between married couple, stubborn/cranky/bratty baby, small tantrum, tired baby, soft punishment, fluffity fluff fluff fluff. Also I have no idea about video games so I'm going off what I know from y'all, sorry if it's wrong.

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"I told you so."

"Yeah, but-"

"I TOLD you this was a bad idea."

Bucky rolled his eyes at his husband. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You don't have to keep reminding me."

"Well, apparently I do, because this kind of stuff keeps happening."

"Can we just fry the big fish right now and argue about whose fault it is later?"

"There's no arguing, because it's your fault."

"Fine. It's my fault. There, you happy? Can you PLEASE help me now?"

"Yup."

Steve immediately got up from his desk and made his way to the office door where Bucky was standing, exasperated. Bucky looked at him incredulously. "Seriously?" he said as Steve approached him. "All I had to do was say it was my fault, and I could have saved myself all the hassle of arguing with you?"

"Should've listened to your commanding officer in the first place, soldier," Steve teased him, before kissing him gently to show that he was over his frustration. He laughed as Bucky groaned into his mouth. The pair made their way to your room.

"Alright, kiddo, time to turn off the game," Steve said, going in with all guns blazing from the moment he stepped through your door. He knew he couldn't play this one soft- he had to lay it all on the table immediately. You'd been hyper-fixated on your new game for three days now, somehow convincing Bucky to turn your original one-hour-of-play-a-day into at least 4. Steve knew this would happen, but decided to let the chips fall and maybe teach Bucky a little lesson about overindulging you in the process.

You were hunched over your game on your bed, your little tired eyes scanning and your thumbs flying like your life depended on it. You didn't like what Papa was saying, and so in a wild act of rebellion, you chose to ignore it. Until you felt Papa walk right up next to your bed, standing tall and firm. He said in his low Papa voice, "I know you heard me, Katie." You knew better than to play dumb now. You gulped and looked up.

"But Papa, I almost done wif dis part," you whined, holding your game up just a bit. "Five more minutes? Pweeeeeease?"

"You said that five minutes ago, Trouble," Bucky cut in. "It's time for bed. You heard me, you heard Papa. Turn it off, now." Instead of obeying immediately, like you usually did, you let out an angry squawk and kicked your feet onto the top of your bed. Normally, you weren't such a little brat, but when you were frustrated and tired, you could be a little monster.

"Alright, that's it," Steve said sternly. "Give me the game, right now."

"But Papa!"

"No. No more 'but Papa's. Give me the game or you're in big trouble, little girl." He held his hand out, with that don't-push-it look on his face. With a pout and a huff, you saved your progress and turned off the game, slapping it into your Papa's hand, before crossing your arms tightly and looking away to the wall.

"Kaitlyn," Bucky said in that dangerous tone. Uh-oh. When your full name came out, you were teetering on the verge of MAJOR trouble. You sighed and dropped your arms, looking forlornly at your blankets. "That's better. I'm not happy about all this attitude that you've had, ever since you got this game. Maybe you should spend some time without it, little girl."

Your head shot up, panic in your eyes. "No, no Daddy! Pwease! I sowwy." You didn't want your precious new toy taken away so soon, and you knew that you really had been pretty naughty today. "Won't be bad no more, okay? I be good," you pleaded with him, looking at Papa for support. They both sighed heavily, then looked back at you.

"Alright, princess, you can have your game back tomorrow morning, but it's bedtime now. Any more arguments and no game tomorrow. Understood?" Steve said, laying down the law as he put your game up on your highest shelf. You nodded vigorously.

"Understood, Papa!"

"Good girl. Let's get you ready for bed."

About twenty minutes later, you were snuggled into your own bed, Jellybean at your side, as Daddy finished off his story. Your eyelids were heavy and you let them shut as both Daddy and Papa kissed your forehead, tucked the blankets gently around you, and tiptoed out. You were nearly in dreamland...

Except you kept seeing your game played out behind your eyelids. If you just walked there...and moved that....then that would mean...YES! Your eyes flew open. You knew how to get past the part you had just been on! Your mischievous eyes slunk over to the top shelf where your game was....just one more level and then you'd totally go right to sleep....Petey had shown you how to crawl up the walls and all these shelves made for great hand holds....

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The next morning, Steve slipped in to your room. He began gently carding his fingers through your hair to calmly wake you up, but you didn't move. Surprised, he began rubbing circles on your back. "Good morning baby," he said in a soft sing-song voice. "Time for little girls to get up so they can play."

You groggily came to, and instead of the usual burst of energy that accompanied most mornings, you grumbled and rolled away from him, tucking your head underneath the blanket. He let out a soft laugh that was more shock than anything else- this wasn't like you at all.

"Looks like the baby bunny is not ready to wake up, huh?" You mumbled something unintelligible in response. "I'll let you sleep for a few more minutes, but then it's time to get up, okay?" You didn't answer as you were already asleep again.

Twenty minutes later, Steve was back, trying not to have a panic attack. He had the no-touch thermometer ready, convinced that you were sick; which he did not deal well with. He gently woke you up again, and when you whined and rolled over, he took your temperature. His guts all returned to their original locations in relief, and he gently scooped you out of bed. You yowled your protests, but Steve just cuddled you into his arms and carried you to the breakfast table.

"Morning, Sunshine!" Bucky said as Steve brought you in. But you simply growled at him, refusing to open your eyes.

"Yeah, this 'sunshine' is a little rainy this morning," Steve joked, sitting down at the table and keeping you cradled in his lap. "She doesn't have a fever-"

"I told you she didn't."

"- SO I'm not sure what's wrong."

"Well," Bucky said, sauntering into the adjoining dining area and kissing the top of your head. "If my world-famous fruit and yogurt breakfast doesn't chase the clouds away, then nothing will." Bucky set the bowl down in front of you and Steve.

Normally, you loved when Bucky made you a fruit and yogurt bowl. He drizzled honey and granola on it, and made the blueberries into a smiley face for you. But you fussed and turned your face away, desperately trying to fall back asleep in Steve's arms.

"C'mon baby, time for breakfast," Steve said, jostling you a bit to try to wake you up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you whined as loud as you could, squirming to get out of his grasp. He, of course, wasn't letting you down anywhere.

"Is your tummy hurting?" Steve asked, trying to keep calm and figure out what the hell was going on with you. You just kept whimpering and pushing away from him, using the precious little energy you had left.

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances, having a silent conversation to determine what was happening, or what was upsetting you. Finally realizing that you weren't able to get out of Papa's clutches, you gave up and began with the crocodile tears, going completely limp in an effort to just get him to put you down so you could crawl under the table and go back to sleep.

Steve, however, stood up, keeping you snuggled in his strong arms, and began walking around the living room, gently patting you, trying so hard to get you to calm down.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky muttered, following the two of you into the living room anxiously.

"I don't know," Steve murmured back, grateful that Bucky had super soldier hearing to make out his words over your theatrical sobbing. "It's like she's throwing a tantrum- but leveled up."

Something clicked in Bucky's brain at that moment, and without another word, he turned and went into your room. He didn't have to dig under your blankets for long before he found your game. He sighed heavily. Of course you had scaled the shelves on the wall to get your game and stayed up all night playing it. He rolled his eyes. He was never going to hear the end of this one.

He walked back into the room, holding the game out in front of him. Steve got it the second he saw the electronic device, giving his husband a know-it-all look, before turning his attention back to you.

"Katie Cat," he murmured softly. "Are you tired because you played your game late last night after bed time?"

That stopped the crocodile tears in an instant. You were so tired that you just nodded, not caring if you were in trouble, and hoping that this would get you put back in bed. Steve sighed, then chuckled, then carried you back into your room. He tucked you back in, Jellybean in the crook of your arm, while Bucky changed the settings on your windows to block out light. You were out again before they pulled the door shut.

Bucky and Steve walked back into the dining room. Without missing a beat, Bucky put your game up on top of the fridge and went to the pantry to hide your step stool. Steve put your breakfast back into the fridge, and made two cups of coffee. Bucky came back after hiding your step stool to find Steve with the mugs ready and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So when she gets up, we're having a talk with her about staying in bed and doing what she's told, and why it's important to not get obsessed with games," Bucky said, avoiding the thing he knew Steve was grinning about.

"And?" Steve prompted.

"And she's not getting her game back for at least a week. Maybe two."

"And?"

"And when she does get it back, she is only allowed to play for one hour a day, that's it. I won't let her sweet talk me into more."

"And?"

Bucky sighed heavily. "And...you told me so."

"There we go," Steve said, stepping forward and taking his grumpy husband into his arms and giving him a cheeky kiss.

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satorubrain · 1 year

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Heyy! I saw you're taking requests rn, do you mind if I give it ago? :D

So recently, I've been really into the game Just Dance & I was thinking about how it would be like to play this game with Satoru. You can add solo dances from which they get competitive on who gets the most points or Satoru suggesting to play duo dances hehe.

Idk if I'm making sense, but feel free to do as you please, so no pressure! ^^ Let me know if I'm missing anything!

JUST DANCE

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!

Synopsis: just two cuties dancing!

A/N: Honestly at first i didn't know the name of the game but that ended up with me watching just dance videos for like 45 mins😭 BUT THIS IS SO CUTE!! He would enjoy this so much. Also i hope you like this!

It was your rest day, mainly because you weren't assigned any missions today. You wonder who wanted to stress themselves more so you get rest but either way you were grateful.

Having nothing to do better today after being done with your daily routine, you decide to finally try out the game Just Dance since you were free enough. You turn on the tv, holding the remote in your hand, practicing the steps shown on the tv. Slowly but surely you were getting better since the steps were easy too.

You were busy doing your steps when you heard the latches being unlocked, sensing Satoru was the one unlocking the door, you paid it no mind.

"BAABE-" he dramatically dropped the bags he was carrying when he saw you and then the tv, dramatically gasping "How could YOU! dance all alone, without me!" He wiped his nonexistent tears sniffing "I do so much for you and YOU! decide to not include me in your fun activities. Thou shall be punished!!" He declares as he tackles you down to the couch, tickling you.

"I- IM SORRYY" you gasp through your laughter making him stop as he lays down on top of you caging you.

"Since I'm home early today, how about we BOTH have fun now?" He suggests enthusiastically as he gets the both of you on your feet.

The time soon passes as you both discuss and memorize the dances to your and each other's favorite songs as well. The takeout gojo brought for you both has gone cold and long forgotten about.

But the rumble from Gojo's stomach drags you both out of your trance causing you both to pause, breaking out in laughter. The feeling of exhaustion finally settles in as you both sit down on your couch, wiping the sweat off your forehead. None of you expected to play the game for this long but oh well you always seem to be losing the sense of time when you are accompanying each other.

"Well, princess, I guess our stomachs' demands have been growing, how about we eat up first?" Gojo asks as he clings onto you, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him before he presses his lips against yours. You return, smiling into the kiss before breaking apart and dragging him to the kitchen to finally have dinner.

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Ever since that day, you conduct a competition every time you're both free. Not only it helps you get better at dancing but you also get to enjoy the overly competitive Satoru who loves to dance extravagantly, popping his hips to every move and ending the dance with a perfect score and a unique pose that changes every time. Not just that but he's also your greatest hypeman, who loves watching you dance without even blinking, watching your body sway around smoothly. He gets competitive but his real victory is to watch your flawless form which does things to his brain and he wonders why he didn't bring up this game before.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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stxrvel · 10 months

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what is it with all these secrets? (6)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: everything starts being suspicious when everyone in the complex dissappears. but just then, you learned some things that may be or not connected to something from your past.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: counting

warnings: just some bad words.

note: hi guys. i can't believe i got this out in one night, but i hope it is as good as i think it is inside my head. im really tired rn because i got sick and my whole body's just exhausted. so here it is for you guys! hope you like it and see you next time 💜

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You hadn't seen Bucky in two days. You had gone through and tossed and turned every room in the Complex, but he seemed to have simply disappeared. He'd been swallowed up out of the ground, as if he'd never been there at all.

And, being honest, at this point in the game you had no idea what to think. There was a jumble of thoughts and emotions inside your chest, all so crazy and frantic that you couldn't quite conjecture. That Bucky really hadn't existed would make as much sense in your head as the reality of that strange voice you'd heard out of nowhere in the middle of astral travel less than five days ago.

What the fuck was going on? Why couldn't you find Bucky? Why'd you had those memories when they weren't even yours? Whose voice was it? Why did it make you so suspicious of the team? Why did it seem like you were agreeing with it…?

Being alone with your thoughts wasn't the smartest choice of all, but Dr. Cho was done with the exams for the day and you had absolutely nothing to do. Probably by that time you had memorized every path, door and room in the Complex and were close to learning the color of every wall on every floor. The boredom was extreme and the ignorance did not make up for it.

Oddly enough, you hadn't met any of the team either.

It just seemed that every person you knew had disappeared from the Complex.

Alone with your luck, you wandered through every corner of the huge building until your head completely consumed you. You had in your mind only the memories of the last two weeks and that anything further back than that had disappeared. And you had tried to force the memories to come out, to give you answers and explanations, because no one around you seemed to have them or didn't want to give them to you. You had meditated, done grounding, watched hypnosis videos on YouTube, but you only got weird dreams in response. You tried everything, but it seemed like you simply hadn't had a life before the last two weeks. Were it not for the fact that it was impossible, you'd even doubt the few memories Bucky and some of the team had shared with you.

Like when one of the afternoons of the first week after several studies when Natasha and Steve came to keep you company and, among some of the things you were able to get out of them, they told you that you had once donated hundreds of dollars anonymously to several animal shelters that were about to close due to lack of funds across the country. Natasha also shared with you that one time when you were out on a girls' night out with the other girls on the team, you got so drunk that you bought five rounds in a row to everyone in the bar. The club gave you a membership after that.

Another day, Clint told you that you had rescued the two dogs that lived with his family in the field and for that alone his children considered you a real hero. He also told you that you had picked out many of the tattoos he had on his arm.

You also got Carol to tell you some things the first and last time you saw her. She told you that you two met in the middle of a fight and that you had beaten her. At that moment you remembered that you had laughed and asked her genuinely surprised how it was possible that someone with your physique and little fighting ability had been able to defeat one of the most powerful avengers, and she had only told you that you had caught her off guard. You didn't know it before, but you should have.

Tony was the one who shared one of the best memories with you. Your wedding day with Bucky. You hadn't even been able to get that information out of your own husband. He told you minute by minute what had happened that day, as if it had been his own. He told you how you had been nervous but confident since the morning, between hair and makeup, accompanied by your bridesmaids and him. He described the moments from the time you finished fixing your dress until you walked down the aisle and when you and Bucky said yes. He laughingly told you that Sam Wilson had gotten drunk on Asgardian liquor and gave the craziest and funniest speech of the night; he assured you that one of those days he would show it to you.

Between those and a handful of other stories, it was the only thing you had that assured you that you'd had a life before. And you were glad to know that you seemed to have lived it to the fullest, but that joy was mixed with a sour uneasiness in your chest that increased within you the desire for everything to go on as it had been before. But life being as unfair as only it could, you could only settle for imagining those memories that at some point you were able to evoke so vividly in your memory.

You also tried to ask questions about the blessed accident, about what had happened that day, but you never got a concrete answer. It seemed that every time you asked about it everything lined up around you so that the people you were with had to leave or simply left on their own with excuses that were too lame.

So, even though it seemed like you had maintained a good relationship with the team members and you had been a part of their lives and they had been a fundamental part of your life, you didn't trust them at the time. None of them. They never gave you any reason to trust, other than to talk about things in the past, and that maybe gave them the benefit of the doubt, but they hadn't done much on your behalf, so you weren't going to do it. You preferred to cling to doubt because it seemed to be the only certain thing among so much darkness.

Bucky seemed to be the only person you could really trust, that's why you had confessed to him what had happened in that hallway. But seeing now how he just disappeared, what were you supposed to think? In a situation like that, being the person you thought you were, you couldn't afford to trust just anyone. Especially when you didn't remember anything about anyone. Maybe you knew them well before, but what about now?

You went back to the control room when your feet started to hurt, the place where you started to spend more time those almost three days, mainly because you had magnificent view of all the cameras in the Complex and because your footprint was still registered with free access to the room, for some reason. It was past noon and you got tired of searching for answers in that meaningless labyrinth.

There was always a TV in the background on mute. You didn't know why. Maybe the person who should have been there instead of you liked to watch the news on mute. That seemed rather strange to you, almost suspicious. That every time you walked into the room there was no one there. You didn't even know if someone came in after you left or before you came in because you never saw anyone near its vicinity. But that didn't hold you back enough not to satisfy your curiosity.

You were watching that little screen when some familiar people started to appear in a corner of the newscast.

It was Steve and Carol.

With a frown you reached for the TV remote, which wasn't too far from the camera panels. You unmuted it and the words began to come fast.

“… the Avengers seemed to be having trouble with it. It's been over a year and it looks like this is a threat we won't be able to get rid of.”

As the presenter finished speaking, videos of the Avengers, many half-recorded with lousy cell phones and others with aerial views, took over the big screen. They seemed to be in different parts of the world, but the panorama was always the same: destruction and total chaos. Another voice began to narrate over the videos.

“October 27, 2022 is the day everyone remembers as judgment day. The sky turned purple and darkness surrounded the planet for seven whole days. Although scientists searched for answers, they did not think to look outside this planet. One man, an extraterrestrial, with immeasurable powers of destruction, has unleashed chaos on the planet ever since. He has not been credited with a name, but people call him-”

The screen went black and all you could see was your own stupefied reflection.

“What are you doing here?”

That voice stunned you.

You'd never heard it before, nor had you ever tried to get close enough to do so. For some reason you always preferred to stay away. And to have her show up now, right at that moment…

Still, even though she was the person you trusted the least on the team, and only because she had turned the TV off on you when you were discovering something that everyone had surely kept hidden from you and that had generated quite a bit of annoyance, you turned around and faced her.

“Who was that man?”

Wanda Maximoff didn't seem surprised by your question and your coarse tone of voice. She had indifferent features on her face, an unflappable seriousness that a person could only maintain after years of disappointments and suffering. At that moment you wondered if it had been the right thing to expel completely from your memory the fact that she had been one of your bridesmaids.

“A very bad man.”

“I'm not a child. Who is he?”

“No one you should care about.”

“Then why the hell did you turn off the TV? And why did you show up just then? Were you spying on me?”

Wanda didn't answer you, only focused on the control of the device she had levitating with one of her hands surrounded by that reddish mist so characteristic of hers. A shiver ran through your body, because you didn't even realize the moment she took it. Her eyes never left yours, and though you tried to keep your composure, she was too intimidating.

“Stop asking so many questions.”

Her open palm closed and with it she shattered the control. Its pieces fell noisily to the floor, interrupting the heavy silence that followed her words. If you had any doubts about taking that as a threat or not, you were left with none when you looked up from the floor, from the shards of the control ruined by her telekinesis, to see her face enserrated with eyes so dark you felt they could devour you.

Wanda wasn't playing around. For some reason she didn't want you to know anything about that man on the news.

Regardless of what she did or said, one thing that was certain was that this man was diabolical. The pictures and videos of the disasters, massacres and general destruction spoke for themselves. And even more so the fact that it seemed that the Avengers, united, had been unable to defeat him. The mere thought of his power, such that an entire group of super people couldn't stop him, made you shudder.

“Who do you think you are to say such things to me?”

Wanda rolled her eyes, and you saw her determined to turn around and head for the exit at once, as if that conversation with you wasn't even worth the effort, so you raised your voice:

“Does he have anything to do with what happened to me?”

You saw her stop on her feet, face inscrutable but her eyes glinted slightly. A small glint of surprise that gave her away. You almost pointed your index finger at her. It disappeared as fast as it could, but it had been there, you were sure. And her defensive stance didn't help her to maintain her nonchalant posture. You had hit the nail on the head. You didn't want to say you were right, but….

“It does have to do,” you mused.

“No,” Wanda spoke up, but too late for her liking. She had already changed and now looked like she wanted to rip her tongue out just because she had set out to answer your questions in the first place.

“Why is he related to me, is he to blame for me not remembering anything?”

“Stop it. That man has nothing to do with it.”

“You are a very bad liar.”

Wanda's eyes suddenly looked surprised, as if your words had been the answer to a problem she'd been searching for a solution to for years. Suddenly she didn't look terrified but… hurt. You couldn't help but compare that expression to the one Bucky wore the few times he had talked to you about things you didn't remember.

But her mask came back quickly and with a scowl she pointed accusingly at you.

“Stop asking questions and shut up.”

That time she left the room without you being able to think of anything to stop her.

You didn't know what to do anymore. You had spent hours thinking about what you had discovered and Wanda's expressions, but you couldn't find a connection that was big enough to justify the drama everyone was making about the accident. If she had tried to hide it from you like that it must be related. That, or maybe it was simply someone who had hurt her deeply and she couldn't bear to see him or talk about him.

Mmm…

So, if what had happened to you was because of him, that man personification of chaos, there was only one way to put it together: being an Avenger, you were sent on a mission to fight this great villain, but in the course of the fight you couldn't defeat him and he left you so wounded that you had that memory problem.

That's it. That must have been it, right?

But… it sounded so small compared to the fuss that seemed to surround the accident.

No one ever mentioned it, nor did it ever escape their attention, even if they were distracted. They were trying to avoid the subject at all costs and run out of your reach as fast as they could. That they did those things, that they avoided the subject like the plague, didn't fit so well that in the end that was the simple explanation. It had been a fatal accident in the field, surely it had happened to them before. It was an occupational hazard. So why were they hiding it from you like that?

There must have been something else going on, and you had no way of finding out about it, because you didn't happen to have a cell phone or internet access. You'd never questioned it before because it seemed like the logical thing to do, seeing what you were recovering from and they didn't want you to have information overload, but now it just seemed too suspicious.

With so many things inside your head, you decided to leave the Complex. You had never gone farther than the distance of the parking lot within what you could remember, but you knew that the back was full of trees and surely green trails that your peace of mind would enjoy very much in those moments.

There, as you walked away from the building, your mind went back to Bucky.

He was the person you least wanted to stop trusting, but for him to disappear from your sight after what you said to him was so strange. And that the others weren't present either was also suspicious. Bucky had done nothing but support you during that short time you remembered and all the memories you had of him only focused on his kindness and understanding. There was no way to paint him as the bad guy in the story.

Then, there was the other thing you really didn't want to think about…that voice… what it had said…

Whoop, wait.

What's that?

You stopped in the middle of the trees.

You didn't know how far you'd walked, but it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes since you left the Complex. You had been so focused on distracting your mind that you narrowly missed the strange thing that seemed to be in front of you.

An iridescent glow appeared a few feet away. It appeared and disappeared. It appeared somewhere else and disappeared. It was like bubbles. Or like the light that caused refraction when the sun rested directly on a clock or a mirror.

They weren't very powerful, you could barely notice the colors. But it did seem to be everywhere at the same time.

As you got closer, you noticed that your vision started to get a little blurry. Even though you touched your eyes, it wouldn't go away.

When you finally got close to it, to that kind of anomaly, you could notice that indeed the colors seemed to be everywhere because of the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees.

You also noticed that the blur did not disappear. But with a quick glance back and sideways, you realized that that strip stretched the length of the forest, and seemed to curve a few miles into the background.

What the hell was that? Your head was hammering for an answer, but you really couldn't understand what you were seeing. You could only process surprise and fear.

You raised a hand to reach through the blurry blanket and…

And…

You couldn't.

It was hard.

Too hard.

You moved your hand again, this time with your palm extended forward, and as soon as you made contact you could see ripples move from where your hand was upward.

That was a barrier.

And seeing how it extended sideways and upwards…

It had to be a dome.

But why was there a dome surrounding the Complex?

Your mind had barely begun to ask the important questions when you felt it. Everything happened very slowly.

An electric current passed from the barrier to your fingertips. You saw it coming from above. From your fingers it moved quickly to your arms and suddenly seemed like shock waves. You felt five currents, there gawking and dumbfounded, until the sixth electric current was so strong that it sent you flying a few meters back.

Surprised, you couldn't even react. You felt the emptiness of a fall as your body moved backwards, until you finally hit solid ground making a loud, elongated sound. You had crawled a little on the grass. In pain, you writhed on the ground, letting out slight groans. What was that supposed to be? Why had it thrown you like that? You hadn't even gotten out of a few questions and you were already entering another pile of questions.

When you sat down on the grass expecting to see the dome a few feet away, you were struck dumb when you saw that you were a long way from the trees. And several of them looked like they were cut down, very specifically they looked like they were cut in the direction you were thrown.

Without taking your eyes off that long path you stood up. It seemed to be that the current from the dome had thrown you so hard that you had gone all the way through the trees back to the entrance of the path. Even in the distance you could still glimpse the iridescent glows of the dome.

You were too surprised that you felt pain, but not too much. How could you not be in tremendous pain after crossing through fifty or so trees that fast?

But before you could continue thinking about the unreal situation you were going through, you heard a commotion in the back. In the parking lot. Being that the entrance to the trail was relatively close to the parking lot, you didn't have to walk too far until you began to make out faces.

They were the faces of the Avengers, especially Bucky.

You started walking faster when you spotted him and he wasn't far behind. It looked like he'd seen you sooner because he was already trotting towards where you were.

“Where were you?” you spoke quickly when he reached your side.

He didn't respond, just kept his gaze fixed on you. You barely noticed the dirt smudges on his face, and with a quick inspection he didn't seem to have any serious injuries on his body.

“Bucky?” you spoke again after several seconds with no response.

His body seemed frozen with his longing gaze fixed on your face. You missed his attitude, but at that moment you had important things to ask.

“Bucky, did you know there's a dome over the Complex?”

The aforementioned shook his head slightly. That question seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“And I saw someone on the news today. A man. Very destructive and evil.”

Bucky discomposed his face more and more. Suddenly, it looked like only fear and confusion made his expression. You didn't know if the right thing to do was to press on with asking or wait for him to say something.

The rest of the team, instead of entering the Complex, stood behind Bucky. You barely glanced past everyone because you really didn't want to see them, and you didn't want to have that conversation there either.

“Why don't we go inside?” you asked Bucky with pleading eyes as you grabbed his wrist to make him walk.

“There wasn't anything you could do, was there?” Bucky finally spoke, and you wondered for a moment if he was really talking to you or to what was going around in his head, because from the look on his face you could almost swear he was lost in thought.

His eyes were shining, emotions were passing too quickly across his face to identify them carefully. But one stayed with you: heartbreak. He looked like he had just been told that the love of his life had died. You thought for a moment if that was the expression he'd had when he found out about your accident.

The accident.

“Bucky, we have to-”

He embraced you. Hastily, he took your hand that had gripped his wrist and pulled you until he had you contained in his arms. His grip was so tight you feared he might bury your clothes in your skin. Still, his embrace felt like a welcome. Maybe that's how he would have hugged you if you had awakened from your coma with your memories intact. But you also felt desperation pouring from his pores, with the way he moved his hands over your arms and the way his breathing quickened and wouldn't calm down, even though you were so close. It seemed he feared you would disappear, that you would be gone again, out of his reach.

His thumbs caressed your skin, but it felt rough, hard, desperate. Bucky seemed to want to remedy something with that embrace. Maybe his guilt, maybe your pain. Maybe the time together you had lost. His touch almost surrounded the abuse, but his ragged breathing seemed to make up for it.

You wanted to push him away so you could go inside. You wanted to tell him what you had discovered in such a short time, the things you had surmised, but you couldn't find it within yourself to push him away. Not when it seemed he would faint if a millimeter of his skin didn't touch yours. Not when it seemed that your breathing near his ear was the only thing keeping him sane.

“I'm sorry. I really am,” was all he said, after several seconds.

His grip didn't lessen much over time. Rather, it stopped being a little desperate, but it was still strong. He didn't want to let you go.

And, for a moment, you decided to share his feelings. You hugged him back just as hard and also decided not to let go.

You hoped you were making the right decision.

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lucy90712 · 10 months

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joao fluff of him not being able to take away his gaze of reader when they first meet

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: google translated Spanish

Getting your dream job is exciting and also nerve wracking at the same time and that's exactly how I'm feeling this morning before my first day. A few weeks ago I interviewed for a job as part of the Chelsea media team not really expecting to get the job as I don't have much experience but to my surprise they actually offered me the job and now it's my first day. I have been a fan of the club for as long as I can remember and I've been going to matches since before I could pay attention for the full 90 minutes so to actually be working for the club feels so amazing. As much as I love the club the thought of actually meeting all of the players and actually interacting with them is almost making me nauseous as what if they hate me as then watching games would never be the same. Luckily for me they told me my first day was just going to involve a lot of meetings and sort of introductory work so I don't have to meet the players just yet.

Arriving at the stadium felt so surreal especially when I went in the door for all the staff and not just the regular way to the stands. Somehow the place seemed so much bigger when I went behind the scenes than it ever has when I came to watch a game. I had a meeting first thing this morning so I made sure to go in a little early as I knew I would get a bit lost and I did but one of the other staff members kindly told me where to go and I made it on time. There was a lot of people in this meeting that I hadn't met which meant that before we could start everyone had to introduce themselves which was as awkward as I was expecting it to be but it got it over with.

"Y/n can you stay behind for one minute please" my boss said as the meeting ended

"Is everything alright?" I asked

"Yes everything is fine it's just something has come up and now the person who was supposed to be doing filming with the players today won't be there and as you are part of the media team I need you to head to the training ground to take over" he explained

"Oh um ok" I replied not really knowing what to say

"All of the players already know when they are filming and the cameras are already set up all you need to do is be there and oversee everything I have the document with what the video is supposed to be about which I will email to you right now" he said

"Thank you I will head over there right now" I said

"Oh and y/n don't worry all of the players are lovely if you just tell them it's your first day they will be understanding" he said

With that I headed back out to my car and drove to the training ground which luckily isn't far away so it only took me a few minutes. Those few minutes were more than enough to make me incredibly nervous. I hadn't mentally prepared myself for meeting the players today as I thought my first day was just going to be in the office which means I don't know what I'm supposed to say to them. Do I introduce myself or while they not care? Will they even notice that I'm new I mean they are so busy with other things surely they don't pay attention to each person who makes them do media. There's no time to worry about all of that now though as I need to get my job done as I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day.

When I made my way in all of the cameras were there but they weren't actually set up so I dropped my stuff in the corner of the room and began setting up the cameras and the microphones as those weren't ready to go either. As I was setting up I heard people enter the room but I didn't pay any attention as I just wanted to get the cameras ready so that the videos didn't turn out awful. When I finally looked back up I almost fainted as the 3 players I was filming with had already arrived. I didn't even want to know how long they had been watching me press buttons and completely ignore them so I put that out my mind and just decided to try and start over by introducing myself.

"Hey guys I'm y/n it's my first day today so I'm going to apologise in advance for anything that goes wrong" I said

"Welcome to the team" Broja said

"Don't worry about things going wrong the longer this takes the more training we miss" Madueke laughed

With them was Joao Felix who's on loan from Atletico Madrid but he was stood completely still and didn't say anything. As he stood there looking slightly bewildered I wondered if he understood what I said so I tried to remember the bit of Spanish I know as I thought he would understand that better than English.

"Si necesita que le traduzca algo hágamelo saber y haré todo lo posible" I said as clearly as I could (If you need me to translate anything for you let me know and I'll try my best)

"gracias pero debería estar bien" Joao replied (thanks but I should be ok)

After I explained what we were doing I got all the cameras recording and we all sat down. It took a minute for everyone to get comfortable including me as it's my first time doing this but when we did it was actually really fun. The guys did most of the work joking about with each other and being competitive even though it's only a silly game. Throughout filming I noticed that Joao kept staring at me in fact he barely took his eyes off me which had me feeling a bit flustered but I did my best to hide it at least from the camera. Once we finished filming I went to turn the cameras off and grab the sd cards which meant I was completely in my own world as I heard murmuring in the background.

Joao's POV

Out of everyone they could get for us to do media with the had to go and find the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and of course I had to make a fool out of myself in front of her. When she introduced herself all I could do was stare as my brain couldn't process how beautiful she was and what she was saying at the same time. Instead of being a normal person and just saying hi no words came out of my mouth so she started speaking in Spanish instead which made things 10 times more awkward as I know English and understood everything she said the first time. Hearing her trying to speak Spanish just to help me only made her more attractive to me as it means she's kind as well as beautiful. To make things less awkward I replied in Spanish and then we just got on with filming.

Usually doing this sort of thing isn't my favourite thing about the job but today I actually wanted to spend as much time filming as possible. You could tell that y/n was a little nervous as it took her a few tries to do the intro properly but she quickly became more confident and we got into our stride with the video. The entire time we were filming I couldn't help but stare at her as she's just so mesmerising when she speaks and when she laughs she just looks so cute especially when her nose scrunches up slightly. Having her doing the video made it so much more fun and I was more relaxed than I usually am as I wanted to show her more of my personality instead of being awkward and quiet.

When we finished with the video she got up and started doing whatever she has to do but the second she turned away I felt an elbow in my side and laughter from both the guys. When I looked at them they started making fun of me by doing hearts with their hands and wiggling their eyebrows in suggestive ways. I knew it was coming as I was never going to get away with what happened earlier without them making fun of me for it but I was hoping they would at least wait until she wasn't in the room and could see what they were doing.

"So what do you think of the new girl?" Noni asked clearly teasing me

"She's alright" I replied trying not to give in

"Oh come on man you literally couldn't speak to her and I don't think you took your eyes off her for two seconds" Armando said

"I mean yeah she's beautiful but please be quiet she's right there" I whisper yelled back at them

"Aww does Joao not want to be embarrassed in front of the girl he likes" Noni laughed

By this point there was not stopping them they were just going to keep going so I walked away from them to go and talk to y/n to try and get some of my pride back.

Your POV

As I was trying to pack stuff away I felt a slight tap on my shoulder which made me jump a bit so I turned around only to see Joao. He smiled at me and offered to help me which I appreciated but there wasn't much he could do a I was just downloading the footage so I can begin editing it as that's one of my main jobs. Seeing as Joao was kind enough to check on me I showed him a bit of the editing process and he was amazed at how much work it takes just for one video. Together we watched some of the footage to know if it needed cutting out or if it should be kept but instead of paying attention we were just laughing at some of the outtakes which weren't necessarily that funny but once we started laughing we couldn't stop.

After some time I realised the other boys had left and it was just me and Joao which I quite enjoyed as I'd like to spend more time with Joao. Thinking about Joao honestly has me torn as there's no denying that he's an attractive guy and I think we get on well but at the same time I just got this job and he's new to the team so being anything more than friends probably isn't the best idea. That being said right now I just want to get to know Joao to see if in the future my mindset changes. Although I was supposed to be working more of my time was spent talking with Joao as he was asking me questions about my life and getting to know more about me outside of my job. In my experience the people I work with usually don't care about who I am as they are just there to do their part of the job and then go home so it was really nice that Joao seemed to care about who I am as a person.

We spent hours sat together talking as I edited which I probably should've done back in my office but I was enjoying myself and plus my boss wouldn't mind as long as I get the work done. It was only when I got a text and looked at my phone that I noticed the time and it was almost the end of my hours so I saved the video and started shutting down my laptop. As I was gathering my things Joao was kind enough to go and grab my bag so I could put them away. I almost didn't want to leave but at some point I have to go home as I have my own life to live plus I have to come back to work tomorrow morning.

"Have we really been here that long" Joao questioned as he looked at his phone

"Apparently so" I said

"Thank you for making my first day so fun" I said

"There's no need to thank me I'm glad I could make your day so enjoyable I remember my first day with the club was so fun so I'm happy to do that for someone else" Joao said

"Well you succeeded I've never had this much fun at a job" I said

"Before you go I have to ask if you would like to go out for drinks with me later" he said

"I would love to" I replied without giving myself time to think

"Great can I have your number so I can text you later?" He asked

I gave him my phone to put his number and then we parted ways to get into our cars. I didn't leave right away as I was trying to process everything that just happened. While thinking I caught myself smiling which means any reservations I held earlier I think have gone out the window because as much as this is my dream job Joao might be my ideal boyfriend and to me that's more important than a job.

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felassan · 1 year

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A few more snippets of interest and insight from Mark Darrah, from an older Mark Darrah on Games YouTube video where he was livestreaming playing Dragon Age: Origins some months ago -

Chat asked "Why are there no Desire Demons in DA:I?". Mark said "I think they need a visual redesign and there wasn't time for them, and they're not, they require a combat rethink in terms of how they're used in combat, and a visual redesign, so it was basically just de-prioritized."

[please note this video streamed 4 months ago] "I'm not worried about DA:D not having been at TGA 2022. I mean they're doing it probably because they don't wanna date themselves. Their earliest launch date would basically be end of this year [2023], so it's rational for them not to be at TGA 2022. I assumed they would be mainly because of just the way the marketing campaign has gone, but the fact that they aren't is actually a strong signal that they've decided to regain control of their marketing campaign, which is actually probably smart. Yeah, they're not out of beta yet." Chat commented here "I'm kinda relieved to hear that because I was afraid they would push the game beyond Q4 24." Mark said, "No I don't think so. For them to go to TGA 2022 would have meant having full gameplay and they probably just didn't wanna polish it up. I should've clued in when they released a whole cutscene from the game on DA Day 2022 that they weren't gonna be at TGA 2022. That was a pretty strong signal. For them to do both wouldn't have been. There's no way that Geoff Keighley was gonna let them put that cinematic trailer on the stage at TGA 2022. So what they have is this sort've, too little for TGA 2022 but it's a big drop for DA Day, so that was the thing that I missed."

[following on from the previous point, and when chat was discussing feeling drip-fed] "It's just, I mean, for reasons that make sense for the project but less sense for the marketing. DA:D has been announced for a very long time. You wouldn't voluntarily announce a game so early if you didn't have external reasons. Also, harder to cancel an announced game."

"Cullen's story is done in DA:I."

"We've recast people before, for sure"

Chat said "I feel like DA fans have this tendency to cling extremely tightly to existing characters. Like, there will be a ton of characters introduced in DA:D that we will fall in love with, and not really miss people from previous games." Mark replied, "Yeah, you're right about that. That's exactly what happens, is people want stories with the characters that they know to continue but once they feel that they've seen new characters then they're a lot less concerned."

"I mean the general rule is, you don't bring back followers who are romances or who could be dead. So Cullen kind of doesn't meet any of the criteria for coming back. The quantum on DAII characters is really high. I guess there are a lot that don't die, but."

"My feeling on Absolution, I think everyone else is a bit too under-played and Qwydion is a bit too over-played. If you like brought her done one notch and everyone else up one notch it would be okay. But yeah, she does stick out a little bit for sure."

Chat asked "Was there any thought given to bereskarn in DA:I?" Mark replied, "I think the problem is the artists don't really like the visual design of bereskarn. I think there's a cool model to be had there, but they just don't have it at the moment. I think there's a general desire to move away from just generic wilderness creatures as combatants, like wolves and bears and stuff, so maybe they'll make a reappearance."

Chat asked "Who does everyone think the 'default' Divine is?" Mark said "Interesting question, I don't know."

Chat asked "Do you think that the Architect will make an appearance in DA:D?" Mark replied, "I don't suspect, I think they'll let the Architect just be, the place for the Architect to appear was DA:I, I don't think he will appear in DA:D. I think the reason why he doesn't appear in DA:I is because he could be dead." Chat commented, "Wouldn't he have the same powers as Corypheus though, and just come back?" Mark replied "Well that's true, that's a good point. I don't know that we established that by then or not but I don't know, maybe. He could've linked himself to a, could've been body-hopping."

Chat asked "Do you see DA continuing as a franchise after DA:D?" Mark replied, "Oh yeah, I don't think they're done with DA."

Chat said "We saw Hira in Absolution using a flying magic disc. Do you think they will implement that in DA:D as a new form of magic?" Mark said "Yeah, I don't know. It was interesting because when Hira uses it the first time she uses it to lift someone else, which is sort've how I imagined it working, but then she actually flies with it later. I don't know if that was just poetic license given to the anime creators or if it's an actual plan for going forward. It's definitely presented as quite an awkward way to fly."

[source]

He also talked more generally about DA:O and the franchise and things in general. These bits are collected under a cut due to length -

"I think you can always see the Black City in the Fade, I think that's been said/is correct"

"I like that in DAII the darkspawn have a consistent visual. They don't in DA:O. So I'm pro-that. A lot of the darkspawn in DA:O have like orc plus zombie equals question mark"

"They did lose the grab animation from enemies in DAII. I don't think DAII had any sync animations"

"Stun on the player is not a fun ability. It's not so bad if you have a party fully controlled by the player (you can switch to another party member to try and break it) but only one party member, it's not fun for sure. You definitely need some sort of range attack otherwise you just end up kiting like the Arishok fight in DAII"

"DA does have a tendency to use the Pride demon model as 'generic high tier demon'

"I don't regret putting Cullein in DA:I , the characters are not their voice actors"

"Oghren is kind of a caricature in Awakening"

"Lore in DA is always presented through someone's interpretation"

"In Awakening the Children don't really fit in with the rest of the design up until this point"

"The official response to Leliana's death retcon in DA:I is that the only way Leliana can die in DA:O is at the Urn of Sacred Ashes, so the Urn brought her back. The only way she dies is a weird, specific choice, you're making a choice if you kill her in DA:O for sure. It's not a common choice. Desecrating the Urn doesn't make any sense, I don't think there's a rationale given for why you do that. I can see 'destroy it' but I don't know why in the world you would desecrate it so. Very few people are able to, Renegade in Mass Effect is actually not widely chosen"

"Golems of Amgarrak DLC is there to [just] be there [basically]. Most of the DLC in DA:O doesn't have any particular goals. It was just to make DLC. Like Leliana's Song doesn't really expand Leliana very much. Darkspawn Chronicles is just kind've a fun thing to exist. In DA:O DLC was pretty much still a new concept, at least big pieces of DLC. So kind've trying to figure out what people wanted"

"Awakening is an old-school expansion pack in a time when expansion packs are gone basically. So that's why it feels so big"

Chat asked, "As Executive Producer, did you have any say on the story and direction of the lore?" Mark said "I'm always involved in that kind of stuff, I'm not the one dictating lore but I'm influencing it for sure"

Chat asked "Any chance of the DA tactics game actually being made at this point?" Mark replied "There was not really any chance of a DA tactics game being made. It's pretty antithetical to everything EA believes in"

Chat mentioned that golems in Awakening lack a 'gap closer' move. Mark said "that's why they got chucking rocks in later games"

"Strategy guides used to be a big money maker for games. Not so much anymore"

"The models got new bones in DAII"

Chat asked "Is there a reason why the Legion of the Dead don't automatically just join up with the Wardens?" Mark said "Politics I guess"

[source]

(pls note that in places there is a bit of paraphrasing of the info, the best source is always the primary source with full quotes in their original context)

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stratossphere · 1 year

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Phone sex w ville 🤩🤩

long distance | v.v

you and ville still find ways to be close despite being thousands of miles apart.

warnings: male!reader, smut, sexting, phone sex, sex over video call, mutual masturbation, sappy fluff at the end <3

word count: 2.8k

a/n: thought i’d combine this ask with some asks that i got about a male reader! hope you enjoy :)

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You hated dating someone in a band. Sure, it had seemed fun in the beginning when all you had to worry about was Ville staying up too late to write songs or spending too many hours in a studio, but now it was different. He was on tour, and he had been gone for almost a month, so you were close to going insane.

You missed him so much that it hurt. Every day in your shared home where you could see his clothes still left out or his belongings scattered around was torturous, and trying to reign him in from his current fast-paced lifestyle for long enough to get more than a five-minute phone call had been nearly impossible. Sure, he sent the occasional picture or two of what he was up to (you deeply appreciated his unamused attempts at selfies), but it wasn't enough. You missed his face, his voice, and nearly everything else about him, and it only got worse as the days went by.

But tonight, you were going to try your chances. You knew he was in the same city for two shows, so he would be in a hotel room for the night and not a crowded bus that made so much noise you could barely ever hear his side of the call. You knew you'd eventually get his attention on a phone call when he found the time, but you were impatient, so you texted first.

You: Are you out of the venue yet?

V: Got in to the hotel a little while ago. Almost cried about having a real fucking bed.

You: Feeling okay?

V: Missing you.

You: Yeah? How much?

V: This much.

[photo attachment]

You stared at your phone in shock for a second, completely taken aback by the fact that Ville had beat you at your own game. Because the picture he had sent you was a low-lit shot of his hand resting over where his cock was clearly hard through his boxer briefs.

You immediately felt your cock stirring in your own pants as you stared at the picture, the sight half-making you deeply aroused and half-making you miss him more than you already did. You knew he must've been feeling the same way, because Ville usually wasn't a huge fan of sexting unless he was really horny.

But he must've been really horny now, because he wasn't done sending messages. Your phone continued to buzz as you quickly kicked your sweatpants off where you were laying in bed, and when you checked the screen once again, your face heated up even more than it had already begun to.

V: I can't stop thinking about your mouth

V: I wish you were sucking my cock right now

[photo attachment]

V: All for you, my love.

Your face was burning as you stared at the picture of Ville's hand wrapped around his fully-hard cock where he had pushed his boxers down just enough to free it. Despite the low lighting in his hotel room, you could still see the dark detail of the tattoos on his arm, and you felt your breathing picking up despite the fact that he wasn't even in the room with you.

You knew you'd been staring at the pictures long enough for him to probably wonder if you were ever going to respond to him, and you quickly rushed to type out a response.

You: Fuck I want you

[photo attachment]

The picture you sent was of your own cock hard against your stomach. Your hands weren't in the picture, but because you'd been so sexually pent-up ever since Ville had left for his tour and he'd barely been available for anything besides five minute check-in calls, a bead of precum was already forming at your tip. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself, as you wanted to wait until you could hear his voice.

Barely 10 seconds went by after you'd sent the picture before your screen was suddenly lighting up with Ville's contact picture (which you had taken when you had found him fast asleep in his studio chair with his head back and mouth wide open), signaling that he was calling you. You picked up just as fast.

"What's up?" You asked casually, as if the both of you hadn't just been sending nudes back and forth. There was a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone, and you shifted your hips uncomfortably at the sound because goddamn did he sound good. His voice was always a little hoarse after shows, and you would've been lying if you had said it didn't make him that much hotter.

"Are you touching yourself?" Ville, however, was never one for soft lead-ins, and you could hear the aroused impatience practically dripping from his voice as he spoke. Your hand that wasn't holding the phone rested low on your stomach, but you weren't touching yourself yet. You wanted to hear him first.

"I was waiting for you." You said softly, heart beating fast in your chest because you could hear his stuttered breathing that told you he was already one step ahead of you. He sighed out another laugh, a slight groan bleeding into his voice as you swallowed back desperation. "Can I?"

"Of course. Good boy." His voice was low as he cooed at you over the phone, and at that point you could no longer hold yourself back from wrapping your hand around your own cock now that you had his permission. You knew you didn't necessarily need it, but you would've been lying if you'd said you didn't like the swirl of arousal you felt in your stomach every time he called you 'good boy'. Of course, he didn't need to know that, but you were sure he knew anyway. "Did you like the pictures?"

"Yeah." You breathed, a soft whine leaving your lips as your hand sped up on your cock where you were touching yourself to the mere sound of his voice. You didn't usually consider yourself to be that desperate of a person, but there was just something about Ville that brought it out of you. "Fuck, I miss your cock so bad, baby."

"Yeah? S' that why you're going so fast?" His tone was almost condescending, and you felt your face burn as you realized that even in different countries, he was able to hear how embarrassingly quick you were fucking your own hand out of sheer desperate want. When you didn't answer, he chuckled through a moan. "Is my boy getting desperate because I've been gone?"

Despite whatever intentions were lying within his mocking tone, all he was doing was making each stroke of your hand on your cock feel better and better, and the picture in your mind of Ville in the exact same position with his legs spread and his head thrown back wasn't helping much, either. You tried to whimper out a response, but your words came out jumbled and unintelligible as you continued to let whines and gasps fall from your lips in a steady stream. Ville inhaled shakily.

"FaceTime me. I want to see you." He demanded, clearly fed up with only being able to listen to the sound of your voice considering you could barely respond to anything he was saying to you. You fumbled on your phone with shaky fingers then, pausing just long enough to use both hands to connect the camera before you were setting it on the nightstand (that was on his usual side of the bed) and going right back to fucking your hand at a frenzied pace.

However, once your phone made the sound that told you the call was connected, your head was immediately tilted towards the screen, and you had to try hard to refrain from cumming right then and there when you got a look at Ville where he had put his phone in a similar position so that you could see him completely from the thighs up.

He was completely naked and laying on top of the sheets, his hotel room still low-lit by a single lamp that you couldn't see. With the low lighting, each groove of rib and every muscle was accentuated by slight shadow, and you swallowed hard when you watched the muscles of his ass move as he fucked his cock into his tightly fisted hand. You truly meant it when you said that Ville Valo was gorgeous.

"Mm, does that feel good?" He groaned as he got his first look at how quickly you were falling apart by your own hand, the sight of you probably not much more than pathetic by this point as you whimpered with every swipe of your thumb over your extremely sensitive tip. When you nodded hard, he only smiled coyly, his head pushing back further against his headboard as he let out another moan. "Fuck, I need you."

Through your pleasured haze, you had enough mind to wait until his eyes had fallen closed before you messily reached out for your phone, quickly taking a screenshot because you knew you'd be missing this sight even more tomorrow when he'd be right back to incredibly busy. He couldn't be there with you to jerk off every day.

"It doesn't feel as good." You whined, the burning need in your chest not enough to stifle the constant reminder that nothing would feel as good as the way it did when Ville was fucking you. You may have known your own body inside out, but somehow it felt as if Ville knew it better, and yet he was thousands of miles away and able to do nothing but talk you through your loneliness. Ville’s lip drew between his teeth, and you felt arousal shoot through your cock in an entirely new wave when he opened his eyes and returned his heated stare to the camera.

“You miss being a crying fucking mess underneath me when I’m fucking you, don’t you, my love?” He sighed, his words coming out drawn-out and breathless as he clearly let his mind stray further in the direction of the pleasure of his own hand as opposed to the coherency of his words.

“Yeah. So bad.” You were practically pouting at the love of your life on the other end of the phone, and you could tell by the aroused spark in his eye as he stared back at you that he was enjoying it considerably. “I want you in me so bad.”

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface in that goddamn house when I get back. I miss the taste of your cock.” As Ville continued to languidly fuck his own hand, his hips gaining more and more force as time went on, his voice was slowly raising in your pitch, and you could tell that despite how hard he was trying to hide it, he was getting just as desperate as you were. The both of you were hardly focused on anything besides the quick joint pace of your hands stroking your cocks, and being able to see each other in such a fucked-out condition was only making it worse.

“M’ gonna cum. Feels too good.” You could only hold on for so long, and with the filthy words coming from Ville’s lips in a steady stream, you were getting to the point where the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body was making your head spin. You needed the release that you felt like had been impossible without him, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Luckily, he didn’t seem much further off, and he let out a full-on cry at the sound of your voice as his hips bucked up especially hard towards his hand.

“Let me see it. I need it.” He begged, beginning to lose that cocky facade that he always loved to hold on so tightly to as the muscles in his abdomen began to contract tightly with the slight writhing of his body on top of the sheets. He looked almost angelic when he was this close to orgasm, and if you hadn’t been so close to your own climax, you would’ve been unable to function with the sight. Instead, it was only pushing you closer to teetering over that edge, and you felt the pace of your hand fisting your nearing-oversensitive cock pick up against your own conscious volition.

You fully moaned his name when you finally came, getting one last swipe of your thumb over your tip before your release was spilling all over your fingers and across the warm skin of your abdomen. Your cock was twitching against your fingers, and you only slowed your hand to a stop when your hips began to jerk from the intense pleasure.

You were just able to draw your fuzzy attention back to your phone screen quick enough before you watched as Ville came, his lips parting as a deep groan rose in his throat. Cum spilled onto his stomach in heavy spurts, but he only kept the same pace of his hand, his back arching off the bed as a jumbled mess of filthy words and your name came in breaths while he came down from his high.

He was so perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect. That was the only thought in your dizzy head as you laid boneless in your bed whilst staring at him through the phone screen, admiring every inch of his skin while his eyes were still closed. You missed him so goddamn much that it had been hurting more and more as the days went on, but now you felt a bit more at peace as you got to watch him come back to himself in his most vulnerable form.

Eventually his eyes re-opened as well, and then you just stared at each other for a quiet moment as you both caught your breath and let the power come back to your extremities where it felt like every nerve had turned to jello. After some time, a slight grin formed on Ville’s face that matched the soft look in his eyes.

“I’m so in love with you.” He mumbled softly, the longing in his eyes no doubt matching your own as you watched them admire you fully out of what he could see on the screen of his phone. You only laughed, because he was always so cheesy after you’d (admittedly indirectly) made him cum, before your head fell to the side.

“I miss you.” You said it earnestly this time, without the horny intentions that you had said it with before, because you needed him. Needed to hear his voice, and needed to know that you still had him even though you couldn’t touch him. He sighed.

“I miss you too. Every moment of every day.” He promised, his clean hand running through his slightly-messy hair as he blinked slowly. You smiled at the sentimentality of the fact that the two of you were able to have moments like these even when you were lying in your respective beds across the world from each other with cum still on your hands and stomachs, missing him even more at the thought. “As soon as I can be, I’m yours forever.”

“Can you call me when you wake up and then talk to me until I fall asleep?” It was close to his bedtime for him, but it was still the middle of the day for you, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to spend the next day or so in withdrawal from the sound of his voice. He grinned, grabbing his phone off the nightstand because he knew as well as you did that you were leading into telling him that he really needed to get some much-needed sleep on the rare night that he had an actual bed and a quiet hotel room.

“Of course, darling. Anytime you want.” He promised, unable to stop himself from yawning as his exhaustion clearly came back at full force now that he’d worn himself out even more. You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him sleepy and spent, grabbing your own phone off your (his) nightstand.

“Okay. I love you, and get some sleep for once.” You let a bit of warning bleed into your tone, because you knew that if you didn’t force him into actually using his time to sleep, he’d wake up ridiculously early to call you three hours before you even went to sleep so that he could talk to you for as long as possible. He gave you a sheepish grin that told you he was thinking about the same thing.

“Okay. I love you too. I’ll talk to you when I wake up.” His sad tone of voice portrayed how little he wanted to hang up the phone, and you felt that longing pulling at your heart for the same reasons as you got ready to hang up and try to occupy yourself until he called again. You could not have possibly been counting the days until he came back home to you any closer than you already were.

“Bye, baby.”

“Bye, my love.”

#ville valo #ville valo smut #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #jackass #jackass mtv #jackass imagine #jackass movie

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lotusprotocol · 5 months

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dreamcatcher devlog: november 2023

(messy concept art sketch for one of the story pages)

it's time for the first proper devlog post on this blog! this is my first time writing something like this, so hopefully i'll do it fine. without further ado, here's what happened in november:

i did some work on music at the start of the month and made some progress on a few tracks; here's the tutorial music:

i also decided to redo the movement mechanics, since i wasn't satisfied with what i had before. i ended up finishing them, and i'm still working on tweaking everything until it feels just right.

on the 12th, i opened up a discord server for dreamcatcher! i'd actually created the server months ago, but was finally ready to share it this month.

if you're interested in joining for more updates, asking questions, or just to hang out, here's the link (also in pinned post): https://discord.gg/umPNp5QTCu

a few days later, i remembered that krita existed and decided to try it out. it's been a good upgrade from the app i used to use (autodesk sketchbook), and i'm still learning as i use it.

to be honest, not much happened for about a week and a half. i was off for thanksgiving break and struggled to find motivation even though i had so much free time.

once i finally felt like making progress again, i finished up the menu animations! once i learned about tweens, they weren't very hard to implement. here's a video showcasing them:

i also downloaded audacity so i could make sound effects, and i've been learning to use that as well.

to finish off the month, i made a github repo for the game and set up github desktop! now i don't have to worry about making backups, and i can also use github's issues and projects features to help with development. also i get so much satisfaction when i commit a new change, so that's been really helping with staying motivated.

that's all for november! i think i've made some good progress this month, and i would like to keep this pace into this month. speaking of which, here's some things i plan on doing in december:

i'll be hosting playtester applications this month! they'll open on the 15th, and close on the 22nd (both are in utc time). you'll be able to find the form in the discord server, but i also might post it here as well.

i want to get as much of the core game mechanics done as possible, such as level transitions, save data, the notebook, etc. i think i'll mainly be focusing on level design for the first few months of next year, and i want to be prepared for that.

i'm buying a stylus and smudgeguard this month, so hopefully that'll improve my drawing process. i've been using my finger to draw for years now, and i'm excited to have those tools to help.

there's plenty more that i'll be doing this month, but this post is getting pretty long, and the rest aren't as significant. if you want to keep up with progress, please consider following this blog, or joining the discord server!

and if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! it means a lot to me <3

that's all for this month, cya!

#devlog #gamedev #godot #indiedev

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dislyteshack · 10 months

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Another fic

Angst Pining Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Drinking Sad Ending Dreams Suggestive Themes

Language:

English

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He couldn't sleep again.

He would check the time had he not done so twice now in the same five minute span.

Now he's sitting up, now facing a clock that barely registered as midnight. It wasn't rare if he went days without sleep even, no matter how tired his soul and body were.

Yun Chuan didn't want to admit this to anyone else in the Union, that his habit of drinking went deeper than just something he wanted to do.It was something he needed, he wouldn't sleep these days without a drink.

He swore to himself he'd stave off drinking but attempting to fall back to sleep wasn't working out at this point. It'd let him have those dreams again.

dreams of a different time, of an old flame now lost. hands cupped against his cheek , sweet nothings whispered inches from his ear .

It was wrong, this should be wrong. He knows what Xiao had done to him, yet the memory of the man who saved him, the version of xiao who cared for him chuan could never forget

He resented what he did, he also resented himself for wishing to forgive him.

At the cliffs, the temptation to stay was almost too strong for Chuan to resist. Walking away after the harm he caused by his own fists took almost every bit of willpower he had

The past seems so preferable, he wants to think he's moved on. That he's never regretted any of his decisions yet his thoughts lingered

Wishing for the dark shadow to clear over and allow them both to pick up where they left off.

Where they were happier-

He shot out of his bed to reach for where he'd hidden a stash away. The familiar burning taste of wine met him, straight from the bottle he indulged himself

It would just be a few drinks

…. Or a few bottles

Baiju stopped having a burning taste a long time ago, and with his transformation? Health risks were a non-issue when blessed by a diety

He doesn't remember when he last checked the clock, he's been at this for what felt like hours.

He just wants to pass out in this dorm, to retreat in his mind.

A thud met the floor after the lastest one's contents had been half emptied, its liquid contents spilling out. Chuan has since returned to his bed seated and hunched over, he reached futilely to retrieve it

His dog had awakened from his own slumber, whether on his own free will or because screamer had sensed his owner's sadness, chuan didn't have the mindset to ponder

The hound nudged the bottle away from arms reach, signalling to chuan that he'd reached a limit in its mind

The world was getting blurry, Chuan was furrowing his brows for clarity. How pathetic he looks in that moment, a hero consumed by their vices. allowing the memory of a coward to control him.

The humiliation was almost as bad as the pain he feels inside It burns up and down in his throat

The soft touch of a familiar hand began to rest on his chest, a figure sitting above him. Dream and reality no longer mattered

His eyes look up to face pools of crimson, white streaks of hair with black sprinkled in trailed down their shoulders

Yun chuan began to reciprocate by wrapping his arms around them

"Please…. Stay with me this time"

It was a desperate plea

There was no response from the figure…li xiao never responded to him

Soon ,he'd be engulfed in ghostly touches; teasing and coy . This was the part of the routine he adores the most, one moment he allows himself to surrender to the vixen

Yun chuan was holding on by a thread, a whine slipped past his lips. These touches weren't enough anymore, years of the same dream was maddening.

"Xiao …"

His voice shook, a great contrast to how he acted usually .

Xiao's careful hands guided Chuan to the edge of his bed, his back meeting with the bed frame.

Those gentle hands went to work once again, with Chuan as his puppet; the puppeteer repositioned him to his whim, allowing their legs to intertwine. Each touch by the other was heaven, pure electricity that could break down even the strongest of wills

His heart was so heavy in his chest , it was pounding so fast as well

he swore if he ever let go, xiao would be gone too. He didn't want that, he couldn't lose him again. His head buried into the crook of the other's neck, savouring every last drop of love unlimited

Chuan hated how his voice cracked as he tried to continue,detested how he stumbled over his words to profess his love even as the image of Li xiao became harder to visualise

He wants to stare into those pools of scarlet, he wants to be lost in them, this was his reality.

This is the reality he wants, the reality Yun chuan sees. He pushes down any part of himself that tries to argue

And now just to cement his reality, he begs for a response. Anything to be given back, his eyes looked on in awe and expectedly

And was met with nothing

silence

Xiao's form was loosening and in distress, Yun chuan scrambled to keep it together, to salvage his reality.

Nonononono not again

He can't go back

'i can't go back '

Not this again

Please

He begs for him to stay again

He makes promises he can't keep

Nothing works

Nothing ever convinces him to stay

….

It was all blank space

His arms were wrapped around air and only air

A dream

A dream he lost once again, just as he lost the previous one , always just out of reach.

Shame creeped up on him.He couldn't help the tears that gathered at the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheeks in an endless stream.

A nudge…Chuan didn't want to look up, whimpering from screamer was hardly registered.

He really was pathetic, he tore his eyes away from the hound. Chuan wished not to fall back asleep again with the knowledge that even his dog knew he was hurting

In reality, he'd curled up in his bed, Holding onto himself, for a false recreation of what could have been.

#dislyte #dislyte yun chuan #dislyte fanfic #fanfiction #pining

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northwest-cryptid · 10 months

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I cannot express this clearly enough so let me say it as best I can...

The reason I don't go off about "AI is bad AI is scary!" is not because I condone the use of AI to steal people's art, writing, voice, or likeness; because I don't condone that at all. The reason you don't hear me go off about "AI is bad AI is scary!" is because AI isn't actually the problem here... The people who use AI for these things are the problem and I refuse to let them get away with their horrible shitty behavior by letting them scapegoat lines of code that we've literally had for decades but haven't been usable for the common individual due to a lack of understanding, an understanding that the common individual STILL lacks.

If you actually care to know my thoughts past that summary I got you fam. All that I ask of you is that you have the reading comprehension level to understand that I do not condone theft in any form, outside of shoplifting necessities from specifically large chains (do not steal from mom and pop shops or small chains like mall stores it impacts the workers on the lowest rungs of the ladder.)

I literally expressed to a good friend of mine not too long ago that I had used an AI to generate a reference image since I'm trying to get better at art. Without so much as any understanding of my process he began to shame me for it, which made it very hard to explain to him that I had actually trained the model in it's entirety myself; on my own art so that it would produce reference images closer to how I actually draw already and thus make it easier for me to understand how the drawing would look in my style. He then went off about how even if that were true, it wouldn't know what common things are, like how it knows what an owl looks like; to which I had to explain to him that stock photos exist and how I have literally done photography as a hobby for years so most of the images were literally my own photography (most of my family are artists whether that be photography, writing, music, or painting and I grew up in this environment) the only images used to train the AI that weren't literally created by my hand were legally owned stock photos that I used to help round it out a little since obviously I don't have great photos of everything ever that I might want to try my hand at drawing. This explanation literally took me hours, and the actual explanation would have taken me about 5 minutes but we couldn't get past "AI bad AI scary!" to get to "actually you can ethically train an AI to use art, photography, and images of your own creation and not have to steal anything from anyone; ever. All of the images, and art that are used by my AI are used with permission of their original creator, because I am that creator." The AI doesn't even run on the internet or connect to the internet, so it's not like it could pull results from some secret third party or website or something. It's just a huge help as someone who suffers from ADHD, I can't very easily keep an image in my mind and remember the finer details as I draw, and I am not a skilled enough artist yet to know how things should look in relation to other things just yet. However despite all of this I still have had a lot of people get upset with me simply for even USING an AI in the first place.

It's honestly as if people forget what "AI" really even is, it's code. That's it; that's the end all be all of it. Every video game under the sun that you love uses code, and I'm willing to bet good money it uses AI, it's own AI; because a lot of shit has for a long, LONG time. We're only seeing a problem with it now because it's finally being made open source, brought to the masses; and in those masses there will always be people who use it for the wrong reasons. I've been told that my thoughts on AI sound like some 2nd amendment right winger talking about guns and gun laws, which is honestly just annoying because I cannot in my right mind think of an ethical use case for a gun. The best case scenario with a gun is that it's a waste of money you never have to use. However when you break down what AI really is, it's just a bunch of code that can use the knowledge given to it (by a human being) to discern patterns and calculate what mathematically should happen next based on the parameters and then do that thing. There are so many use cases for that, everything from simply trying to calculate a minecraft seed to stuff as complex as surgery (although I would probably still feel more comfortable with human surgery lol)

The only difference between AI and say a basic start up sequence for a computer is that a sequence like that is pre-written by the programmer, it's a line of commands the computer will just follow; while AI has a line of commands that tells it to basically write it's own code and execute it based on the commands that give it "knowledge" of how to do everything. There's no "thinking" there's no "consciousness" it's all calculation and mathematics; which some may equate to consciousness and thinking; but like at that point I think you're just getting into the weeds about it.

What I'm trying to say with all of this is simple though, the tl;dr is this:

That age old saying of "a computer should never be put in a position of power because a computer cannot be held accountable for it's actions" is how I feel about AI, people want to point the finger at AI saying that it stole someone's art or voice or something; and no it didn't AI didn't do that A PERSON DID, BLAME THE PERSON; DO NOT LET THE INDIVIDUAL GET AWAY WITH USING A TOOL TO MAKE THEIR THEFT EASIER, THE PERSON IS STILL THE ONE AT FAULT.

Ai has no conscious thought, it cannot do anything it is not explicitly told to. If I go out and use an AI to generate art or to steal someone's style, that's on ME not the AI; the AI is just a tool, I could have just as easily gone about it some other way. I view AI as a sort of accessibility tool, it makes a lot of lives easier it can make everything from hobbies to jobs easier WITH PROPER USE, but the lazy idiotic assholes who don't bother with proper use and wish to abuse it should be the ones being held accountable. If a studio uses an AI to steal someone's voice and likeness then blame the studio for misuse of their tools!

If I run over 20 people with my car, the car is not at fault; I am. Rightfully so! If I generate 20 images that uses art from various photographers or drawings from artists without their permission or knowledge well, I guess the AI did it; can't blame me right? When people aren't held accountable, they'll just go do it again.

#long post sorry #do not come after me about this I swear to god

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azar-rosethorn · 2 years

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It's Been 1 Year (Songfic)

Summary: Takes place during season 4. It's the Rowdyruff Boys' birthday, but since they aren't around to celebrate it, their father takes matters into his own hands.

Rated T for the following triggers:

Death, Child Death

Song: It's Been So Long by The Living Tombstone (lyrics have been slightly altered to fit the circumstances)

Lyrics will be in italics and bold

The City of Townsville! Where it's a bright and sunny spring day! All of its citizens were hustling and bustling about in the fresh spring air! The cold, hard winter has passed, and now there's nothing but warmth, love, and happiness in the air all throughout the town!

I don't know what I was thinking, leaving my boys behind

But wait, there seems to be one resident of Townsville who isn't feeling the love and warmth of spring. For this, dear readers, was the one day that one of Townsville's most dramatic, eccentric, and emotional citizens, went numb.

Now I suffer the curse, and now I am blind

Don't let the smell of homemade chocolate cake wandering throughout the volcano fool you, this was not a happy day in the lair of Mojo Jojo. Nor was it overly sad. This day was a bittersweet day, and even with Townies flocking around the park outside having the time of their lives, Mojo Jojo has never felt more alone.

With all this anger, guilt, and sadness coming to haunt me forever

Under different circumstances, today would be a tremendous, splendid, and utterly terrific day. Exactly one year ago, Mojo Jojo gathered snips, snails, and a puppy dog's tail to create the Rowdyruff Boys, three superpowered children that were equal in strength, agility, and power to his arch enemies, the Powerpuff Girls. He then sent them to destroy those accursed little girls, hoping he would finally have a chance at beating them this time.

I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river

Should the boys fail to destroy the Powerpuff Girls, Mojo expected he would be tending to quite a few wounds at best, and at worst plan a rescue heist from some highly secure prison facility.

But never, ever, in a million years. . .

Did he expect to witness not one, not two, but all three of the boys, his boys, die right in front of him. . .

Is this revenge I'm seeking? Or seeking someone to avenge me?

Mojo grabbed the nearest towel and wiped his face as the memories came back. He can forget about a lot of stuff, but the agony on his sons' faces, and the fact that he couldn't go to them and comfort them, tell them that he was here and that things were going to be alright, even though the both knew they weren't, well, that kind of scar stays there forever.

He didn't even get to say goodbye. . .

Stuck in my own paradox, I wanna set myself free

Finally, the cake was done. It was a chocolate cake, with blue, red, and green stripes as frosting, along with blue, red, and green sprinkles scattered across it.

Maybe I should chase and find before they'll try to stop it

Mojo stopped and examined the cake for a bit. "Blue for Boomer," he thought out loud, "Red for Brick, and Green for Butch." The evil chimp was surprised at himself. They boys only told him their names once or twice, and the only time he really took the time to get a good look at them and process what was actually happening was when the four of the celebrated after he thought they destroyed the Powerpuff Girls. He only ever had one photo of them, and that was kept sacred, stored in the one room in his entire lair that he hadn't dared set foot in for almost a year.

It won't be long before I'll become a puppet

With the cake in hand and a sad smile on his face, Mojo made his way to that very room. The room that was going to be the boys' bedroom. The room that should still be their bedroom. The very thought that they would be in there right now, either roughhousing, sleeping in, playing video games, or a combination of all three if it hadn't been for those Heartlesspuff Girls made Mojo Jojo fume with hate.

It's been so long, since I last have seen my son, lost to this monster

Mojo slowly came to a stop as he approached the door. It was very recognizable by the RRB CAVE, KEEP OUT LOSERS that was painted in graffiti-like spray paint on the front of the door. Mojo remembered that before the boys died, the four of them started on making their room, and one of the boys had the idea to do that, though Mojo couldn't really remember which one. Once he got to the door, he stopped, trying to process everything that was happening right now, and what was about to happen as well.

To the girls behind the slaughter

One year. He had endured one year without them.

Since you've been gone

He moved the cake to one hand, and slowly turned the knob with the other. The silence and the tension was quickly cut by the chimp's shaky breath, and the creak of the door as it opened.

I've been singing this stupid song so I could ponder

He looked inside the room. It hadn't changed one bit. The first thing you see when you walk into the Rowdyruff boys' room is they're bed. It was similar to to the Powerpuffs', but instead of pink, lime, and baby blue sheets, the sheets were a blue-ish indigo, scarlet, and forest green, and their headboard was an ebony black with a white skull painted on it. In the drawers inside of Boomer's nightstand was a variety of spraypaints that they could've used to do graffiti across the town. Directly across from the bed was a TV with a game console hooked up to it, along with some video games stashed in the TV stand for safe keeping. To the left of that, in the corner next to the door, was a toy box filled to the brim with trucks, dinosaurs, robots, and who knows what else. To the right of the TV, in the corner by the window, was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling that the boys would've used to train. It even had terrible graffiti of the PPG's faces on it. Even though the window of their bedroom was huge, just like the other ones in the volcano, the room never got much sunlight. Its blood red curtains had been closed so that there was only a sliver of sun escaping through and sprawling out onto the bed, right across its pillows. Boy, the boys would've been annoyed at that if they were sleeping in the bed right now.

But they weren't. . . .

The sanity of your father

Instead there were three glass cases on their dresser. One of them had a single snip of hair, one had a dead snail, and the other had a servered dog tail inside of it. Underneath each glass case was a name. The case with the snip was labled "Boomer", the case with the snail was labled "Butch", and the case with the tail was labled "Brick".

I wish I lived in the present, with the gift of my past mistakes

Mojo set the cake down on the bed and made his way to the dresser. Usually he has a whole dictionary of words at his disposal that he uses repeatedly way more times than necessary, but right now, with his vision becoming blurry from tears that he has given up on wiping away, he could only mutter two.

"Hello, boys."

But the future keep slurring in like a pack of snakes

Suddenly he remembered something. Something Professor Utonium said to him, back when he was a normal monkey, and the Professor's lab assistant. The Professor had told him about his latest project he had been working on. He was trying to create children for himself, specifically little girls. Apparently three "perfect" little girls saved his life when he was younger, and he wanted to create little girls just like them. Mojo never really understood the way he just went on and on about kids that he didn't even know for two days.

"Now, I know you probably think I'm talking like a crazy person since, you know, I've never even truly met these girls that I'm trying to create, but I promise, Jojo, one day, when you have kids of your own, you'll understand. You'll take one look at their precious little faces. . .

Your sweet little eyes, you little smile is all I remember

"and you'll fall in love. You'll do whatever it takes to protect them, and keep them safe. And if anything happened to them, well. . . you'd just absolutely break."

Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper

And he did. Right then. Right there. Mojo Jojo, one of the most goofy, eccentric, and notorious villains in Townsville, broke.

His mind went blank as he started to grab the pillows off of the bed and almost tore them apart. Punching them, kicking them, stomping on them. Then he attcked the punching bag with everything he had, all while his vision was blurred by a river of tears and the room, as well as the hallway were filled with his unintelligible screams, sobs, and wails of agony and fury.

Justification is killing me, but killing isn't justified

He kept at this for a little while before tiring himself out, plopping onto the bed, right next to the cake, and finished his mental breakdown into a pillow, staining it most likely beyond a level of repair. Whatever. It's not like Butch is gonna be using it anymore.

What happened to my sons, I'm terrified

Even after he stopped crying, Mojo continued to lay there. He had a few bites of cake, but for the most part he just laid there, occasionally sniffling every now and then, mindlessly roaming his own thoughts.

It lingers in my mind, and the thought keeps on getting bigger

He imagined where the boys could be now, if they were able to make it to some sort of afterlife, or if they had been reincarnated into someone that would live a full life, or if they were just spirits wandering around Townsville, haunting people. Haunting him. He also thought about what it would've been like if things were different. If those cold-hearted Puffs hadn't resorted to murder. Today would be the best day ever. They'd have a much bigger cake, that's for sure. And ice cream. Oh, you better believe Mojo would spoil those boys rotten with gifts today. He thought about all the heists and crimes the four of them could've gotten away with. He thought about them building a huge, super powerful battle robot together. . .

I'm sorry, my sweet baby, I wish I'd been there

The thought of it turned the faucet in Mojo's eyes back on, and this time, it didn't stop. At least, not for a good while.

It's been so long

Things will be back to normal tomorrow, but for today, just let him grieve.

Since I last have seen my sons

Tomorrow, he would be Mojo Jojo again. Just not today.

Lost to these monsters

Tomorrow, he would be a notorious criminal again. Just not today.

To the girls behind the slaughter

Tomorrow, he will be infamous for his genius evil plans and goofy demeanor. Just not today.

Since you've been gone

Tomorrow, he will be a little more agressive than before, but it won't be anything new. Just, not today.

I've been singing this stupid song

Today, he's a grieving father. Tomorrow, he'll be an evil genius

So I could ponder

A year's worth of bottled up emotions takes its toll on you, so please.

The sanity of your father

Wait for tomorrow.

#tw death #tw child death #ppg #the powerpuff girls #mojo jojo #boomer rrb #butch rrb #brick rrb #fanfic #angst fic #the rowdyruff boys #rrb #rowdyruff boys

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allsassnoclass · 2 years

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Hey!! Could you do “things you said when we were the happiest we ever were” with Lashton please? And with a friendship base as well!

lashton: things you said when we were the happiest we ever were (friendship)

Luke burrows deeper into his hoodie, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun has just risen, the sky bright and pale blue. Byron's birds sing gently from the surrounding trees, wind rustling through the bare branches, whistling over the landscape further out where the sparse vegetation gives way to desert. Luke takes a deep breath of a crisp autumn air.

There's something about cold, outdoor air that makes him feel alive. Humans weren't meant to be cooped up in their houses all the time. They're meant to be in places like this with people they love, getting up early to watch the sunrise when a few years ago they would've stayed up late to see it instead.

Luke closes his eyes against the white, bright sun and breathes.

It doesn't take long for someone to find him. Luke hears footsteps approach, but he keeps his eyes closed, knowing that whoever it is isn't intruding because they belong in the moment with him.

A gentle hand passes over his curls, large and callused. Luke tips his head up as the person sits next to him, then finally opens his eyes.

"Hey," Ashton says, beanie covering his faded black hair. They'll both abandon their extra layers as the day progresses, succumbing to the heat of the dessert, but for now he looks cozy, cheeks turned up in a smile that Luke has desperately missed seeing in person for the past few months.

"Hi," he says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out hoarse from lack of use. He'll have to be sure to properly warm up later if they do more writing.

God, he wants to do more writing. He's missed creating with his band. He's glad that they paused, letting each of them rest instead of forcing new songs when they weren't ready, allowing each of them to spend time settled at home and find other outlets, whether with personal songs or different hobbies, but he's ready now. He thinks that they're all ready, and this place feels like the perfect beginning.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Luke Hemmings woke up early to watch the sunrise alone," Ashton says, amusement radiating off of his features. Luke rolls his eyes with a smile, used to this type of gentle teasing born of familiarity.

Ashton was already up by the time Luke woke. Luke spotted him around the other side of the house, preparing to do some yoga.

"It's not a habit, don't worry," he says. "I can't change that much in a few months."

"It's been closer to a year," Ashton says on an exhale, looking back out across the landscape. Luke studies his profile, taking in the slight physical changes that Luke--for the first time in nearly ten years--wasn't around for.

"Yeah," he agrees once he realizes Ashton is probably waiting for a reply. "We're still the same, though."

Part of him, a very, very small part that he's learned he's never supposed to listen to, was worried that they wouldn't be. Sure, they've done zoom calls and they've texted, but that's not the same as being there. A lot can happen in months away from each other: Luke went to therapy and fixed his sleep schedule. Ashton wrote and released an entire album. If they were any other band, it might be strange to come back together for a few days, isolated from everyone else except a kind caretaker and the desert wildlife.

That was never an option for them, though. They're bonded too closely for time away to damage things between them. Luke thinks that he could reunite with any of them after fifty years and still pick up right where they left off, as if all the time apart was the cut scene in a video game they could skip with the push of a button. If they left each other mid-sentence, one of the others would complete it the second they reunited.

Being without the other three was like being without three of his fingers: he could survive, sure, and still do most of the things he had before, but the loss was noticeable and tangible every second he was awake. Driving with Michael on his way out here then seeing Calum and Ashton pull up next to them a few minutes after arriving filled the gaping crevices in his heart that he had forgotten were vacant.

"I missed you," he says. Ashton blinks, pulling his gaze away from the trees and the birds and the clear blue sky. It's a phrase that all of them uttered when passing hugs on the first day here, but they aren't empty words.

They aren't sad, either. Missed, in the past tense. Luke's heart soars the longer they spend out here, like it will fly out of his chest to join those birds in that big blue sky.

"I missed you," he grins. Ashton mirrors it with the same smile Luke remembers him sporting as a teenager back in Australia. He wraps an arm around Luke's shoulders like he used to do back then, and Luke tips into his side. He's warm and alive against him, something that phone screens and video chats can't replicate, and Luke knows that he's never going to go this long without a hug from Ashton again.

"I missed you, too," Ashton says, and he isn't sad, either. He's fluent in Luke's emotions, and that's never going to change.

Luke wraps his arms around him and closes his eyes against the desert sun, knowing that Ashton is doing the same thing.

#my writing #lashton #ask box prompt #i like this one i think #it's short i don't think it even hit 1k but it's not bad #just luke and thoughts and ashton and joshua tree

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1, 4-6, 8-10, 12-14, 16, 18-25, 29, 30! (Sorry, I ask a lot! 😂)

Lmao no worries! Imma try my best to answer these

1. What song makes you feel better?

Love Live songs, mostly from Muse, like half of Aqours and some of Liella (not so much Nijigasaki)

4. What flower would you like to be given?

Portable hayfever machines? No thanks!

I'm kidding, I love flowers, they're beautiful but I'm more of a cactus/succulent kind of person!

5. Who do you feel most you around?

Hm, well I think that would have to be my brother? He doesn't judge or look at me weird if I'm screeching Love Live songs around the house, if I decide to randomly wear a costume in the day he doesn't judge like my sister. I think my brother was the first person I actually came out to as well.

That's for irl anyway, otherwise the internet I feel very much like myself lol, the server's I'm a part of, my online friends are super nice and supportive! ^-^

6. Say three nice things about yourself. (Three physical and three non physical)

Aaa it's like primary school all over again hahaha.

- It took a long time but now I like being as short as I am (so height)

- My hair, I dyed it blonde again but it used to be a browny/blonde, but as fluffy as my hair looks I kinda like it lol

- my eyes, I'm the only person with blue eyes in my family and they're kinda a grey/blue

- My ability to forget some horrible things that have happened; my memory is pretty shit so while it can work against me I like that I can forget I've seen a movie or listened to a song and so I am able to hear/watch it for the first time again

- Eventhough my memory is shit, I can pick up patterns in games pretty fast- so I like that I can play my love live game better than my family, I don't mean to brag, my family is big on video games and so it's a big deal for someone to be better then someone else at a game... (I don't know if that made any sense sorry)

- Uuuhhh, this is hard... Another non physical thing that's nice about me? I like that I'm happy person most of the time! (Does that count?)

8. Tag someone (or multiple people), that make you feel good

@nek0mancer , @the-yugioh-theorist , @hecho-a-mano , @angrykittenz62 , @horrifyn-llewellyn , @toxicsugarz

There are more but I can't remember everyone's usernames off by heart lol so if you weren't mentioned it's not because I don't love you, don't worry I love you guys

9. What calms you down?

Music! Watching my comfort shows and drawing, sometimes breathing techniques work if I'm anxious

10. What's something you're excited for?

Hopefully before Christmas my website will be up and running! I'm hoping to sell art, like the Date a Live portraits I've done, just anime/character portraits in general and those tags I've been making!

12. How are you?

Doing well, got a lot on but it's doing wonders telling myself I can take small breaks and focus on one thing at a time! ^-^

13. What's your comfort food?

Bbq shapes, or chicken crimpy shapes, mushrooms and kale and cheese and bacon rolls (I don't think it's really cheese because I don't react to them lol)

14. What's your favourite feel-good show?

I don't know too many feel-good shows? Love Live maybe? I don't know what counts as a feel-good show

16. Compliment the person who sent you this number.

Wow so you asked this for a free compliment? 🙃

You're super kind hearted!

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?

HELL YES!! I have kept majority of all my stuffed animals and a bunch live on my bed. A couple of months ago I got a Bulbasaur plushie from build a bear- which I didn't even know they did!

19. What's the most important thing in your life?

Family, possessions and memories! (I think I've already answered this question)

20. What do you want most in the world right now?

As selfish as it sounds, money, my dad is gonna kick me out soon so I'm a little scared as to where I can go with my stuff and my birds

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

Things will get hard but trust the universe to give you the right tools and believe it'll be okay.

(god I know that sounds cheesy)

22. What would you say to your future self?

Did we do it?

23. Favourite piece of clothing?

My leather jacket!! Gotta feel the power!

24. What's something you do to de-stress?

Listen to music, tv on in the background and read

25. The personal gift one.

I think I've answered this one; it's hard to answer, all gifts I get feel personal.

29. Morning, afternoon or night?

I am unfortunately a morning person but I like nighttime best. I don't sleep all that much lol

(is that what the question meant? Or did it mean what time of the day am I answering this? Technically, it's 11:40am as I answer this but I will shove this in schedule)

30. What reminds you of home (doesn't have to mean house... Just things that remind you of feeling home)

Sometimes pictures or odd song/pitches of sound make me feel frozen to the spot and this huge wave of nostalgia washes over me, it's intense and it's like I'm trying to think of home but like something is blocking me and I can't piece it all together...

Thanks so much for asking, I feel as though I've answered like every question 🤣

#kurumi asks #ask game #the yugioh theorist

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You've had a makeover! I like the contrast of the black and white dots to the rainbow ones. Did you find out if your person is okay?! I also did not realise I had ignored your questions. Please forgive my oversight :-(( I don't play fortnite anymore! My macbook Does Not Like it and I did download it onto the playstation but couldn't be bothered getting to grips with the controls so I gave up </3 But I did win a game once! Do you always do the classic 'gotta be the last one left out of 100' or do

you ever do that one where there's like two teams? Do you play solo or do you have fortnite friends? Other things I am into atm: sudoko, origami, and Taylor Swift. What are some subreddits you enjoy? i will say that I do spend a couple of hours a day on tiktok :/ but usually only when I go to bed and when I'm on my lunch break at work for some mindless entertainment. I don't feel good about it. But I get some chuckles every now and then. And there are always cute dog videos so who could say no?!

I'm glad it's not just me that's nostalgic for lockdown! Feels a bit weird to say that but I genuinely miss the one way systems at supermarkets and the like. I haven't seen any films on your two most recent lists (except for Mrs Doubtfire) but I have watched some youtube commentaries on the Vanessa Hudgens ones and got the impression that they weren't that great :/ Who are you watching on youtube these days? I did like Folklore and Evermore! I didn't love Folklore too much at first (as it came out when I wasn't listening to her all that much, and I don't really like soft-acoustic-y music so much) but it's really grown on me over the last couple of years and these days, she's all I listen to <3 From Folklore my faves are My Tears Ricochet and The Lakes, and from Evermore my faves are Champagne Problems, Gold Rush and Cowboy Like Me. Which album re-record are you most looking forward to? My other fave songs are Long Live, All Too Well, Out of the Woods, and Forever and Always.

I'm also very sorry for the amount of notifications you're about to get from me. BUT do you still follow Jedward and what they're up to?!

anon you are back!! I was wondering how long it would be until you replied again, if it would be weeks or months or years lol. I wasn’t expecting days! (I also didn’t know how long ago you sent the previous messages cos I had no timestamps in my inbox when I replied to them - when was it??)

I did have a makeover. the garrett watts sidebar image didn’t seem appropriate anymore so I just pulled my most random/non-fandom-related gif of mine out lol.

my person hasn’t posted since about 2019. I’m hoping they’re ok and just taking another tumblr break cos they’ve done that before.

and I forgive your oversight :D I understand the vibe of your macbook Not Liking It. mine didn’t either, so I installed Windows a couple of years ago and play from there (and also have the game graphics set incredibly low and my fans on an increased speed. it does ok tbh). amazing congrats on your win!!! I do have a couple of friends so usually play duos/trios - it’s very, very rare for me to play solos. I think I would get lonely and frustrated dying alone lol. on occasion I play squads with random fill friends (but sometimes those people are not so nice). maybe you need to install windows tbh and resume your fn career :D

subreddits, mostly I read AITA and relationships ones. so basically just people complaining about their life problems lol. how about you? which good ones am I missing?

youtube has been showing me tiktoks as youtube shorts so I have been spending lots of time on these for the past few weeks. currently the algorithm thinks I want to see a mixture of: engagement rings being handcrafted, a comedian lady who pretends to be an annoying mother/teacher character, a man cooking lunch for his wife, horses getting new horseshoes put on, golden retrievers, cakes being frosted, and tiktok fashion girls trying on clothes. what all things does tiktok show you??

the Knight Before Christmas was not good. BUT I did kinda like the Princess Switch ones lol. they were fun and easy to watch if you just want a happy albeit cheesy and I’m-definitely-older-than-the-target-audience-for-this movie and not a Serious Cinematic Marvel.

youtubeeeeee I’m watching mostly hmmm. (edit: this was originally going to be a short list but it turned out longer than I expected): simply nailogical (esp. her podcasts), jammidodger and shaaba (highly recommend), molly burke, tom scott, ryland adams, hannah witton, jessica kellgren-fozard, carrie hope fletcher, louise pentland, vlogbrothers, a few fortnite youtubers, and the Cut and Jubilee channels. do you watch any of those? who are you watching?

I am a Bad Fan maybe cos I’m not getting the Taylor’s Version songs. I have all my music in iTunes so it’s not like I’m streaming and giving revenue for the old versions, but I like how the old ones sound for nostalgia and don’t want 2 of everything. but I have listened to some of the new ones to compare. and I have been getting any new ones that were previously-unrelated / From The Vault etc. sooooo I guess I’m not excited for any re-records specifically, but I will be interested to see how they sound. do you have the old or new versions?

jedward no lol. are they up to anything? occasionally I stumble across a tweet of theirs and I’ve noticed they now swear openly in tweets which I found amusing and not unexpected. and generally call out people for bad human rights / sexism / other isms. which I guess matches with 2011/12 jedward except now it comes with less sneakiness and more swears lol.

this is such a long post. I hope my multitude of decimated followers have had a most enjoyable read :D

#anonymous #answer

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This time I'm serious!

*sighs* Well, good news and good-er news. I sure did take on the project of starting from the ground up and it took some time to find my mojo, I'm finally on a save file that isn't confusing me. Let me explain what I've so far

I planned my residential lots out. I went on a hunt to find lots that lacked very little to no custom content; store content was fine being that I'm already used to most of the items.

I planned my community lots out. I knew for the most part I still wanted my open rabbit holes, but some of them weren't necessary, like having the second gym and the nightclub. I also took out the honeymoon lot and the cafe that was across from it that served as a diner. I've now brought back the original diner lot but I've put a new diner on it instead.

Since I already had a wedding venue on the beach, the honeymoon lot was not really needed, but it sure was pretty.

I'm thinking of moving the city hall lot to where the school is and moving the school to the city hall lot. I found a cool school I wanted to use a long time ago before I got into making my own. The one I made is full of CC, and I want this file to be less stuffed with content, so I hope the new school will work out.

There are two big homes names "*** Lofts" that house the Roomies and Working Friends respectively, but finding the just right home for those lots were definitely a task to the point where I just renovated one that was close enough. To be honest I really love how I renewed the place, but the bulk of the work was done by the original creator. I just built off of what was there, but my tweaks are definitely top notch, I must say. So impressed I was with the first build that I duplicated, reversed the bottom floor rooms and then plopped it down on the adjacent lot so now it looks like a condo community. I'm sure that's what the game was going for and I like the idea so much, I want to make some townhomes on my own. I think the community could use more of those for storytelling.

To the lofts I added a pool and park lot in between them. Before it was 3 homes and a pool behind the middle home. But now it's 2 homes with a shared recreation are in between.

Those were the most significant tweaks I could remember. It would have been a good idea to post some photos. I'll be sure to get those when I jumped back in to edit again. So now with everything planned out, I created a new folder called "Custom Lots" where I have everything and any contents they have in there. In this sense, when I'm playing a new save file that I'm starting in Sunset Valley I could just pull from this folder to customize my town to my liking with what I want or don't want play with.

Next task is restyling my Sims (AGAIN). I have to do it only because I haven't moved all of the CC from my other save file which contains my CAS files - but they are merged! No way am I going through all of those to pick out hairs to use. So I'm only working with default CAS in this new save. I'm still going to add as many of the default hair replacements that I can.

I finally created my channel. I would've posted about it but I didn't have another video immediately edited and guess what? I somehow deleted the files I needed to make my third episode, which deems my second upload almost useless. I was a little hurt over losing those files, that I didn't even mention it to anyone and no one asked either. LOL So for now I'm just calling this a soft launch in the meantime and come Monday I'll be down to record again. I'm gonna just start over. It's not like I'm not used to it by now. Ha!

This feels good though. I've come a long way.

#sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #sunset valley #the sims 3 #ts3 #ts3 simmer

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veebs-hates-video-games · 5 months

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I think maybe I'm going to try to figure out how to do a post about both The House in Fata Morgana and Chaos;Head Noah simultaneously, because I just finished both recently and they're both horror VNs, but one of them succeeds at what it's trying to do a lot better than the other.

Spoilers: The House in Fata Morgana is consistently great, while Chaos;Head Noah is frequently pretty good, never amazing, and too often a bit of a disaster.

I think I'm going to start in kind of a weird place because it's what made me start comparing the two in the first place: the amount of time I had to spend skipping over dialogue I'd already seen. Well, that and they both have main characters who spend most/all of their time stuck in their house as they gradually deteriorate over time, which like they just like me fr.

With The House in Fata Morgana I started it about a year ago, took a break for like ten months when I stopped being able to read pretty much anything, and then finally went back to it and finished it last month-ish. I was maybe a third of the way through when I stalled on it, and by the time I came back I remember enough of the story to jump right back in but couldn't remember the structure of the VN or what any of my saves were for. Probably some of them were at the very sparse decision points, but I didn't want to load every single one of them again and try to figure it out.

I think it was probably after getting the very first ending that I tried to go back and start over to see if there was any new dialogue added or new decision points or ones I hadn't previously checked before. It seems like the skip button skips really fast, but oh no it does not. It was like half an hour of waiting to get to the first decision point (not counting the one at the very beginning), but I guess I made the same choice again and there was nothing new.

I kept skipping, and another half an hour went by before I made it back to where I'd stopped the original time almost a year earlier. Then I went back again and loaded the save from that previous decision, chose the other option, got like 500 words of new dialogue, still wasn't sure if that would affect anything later on, and got to skip through another entire half hour to get back to where I was and discover it does not have any effect.

Finally after 90 minutes of fast forwarding I was able to get on with the story and my life and the rest of it was great, but that was really not an awesome experience and I nearly gave up on it entirely. If I weren't bad at video games and had realized that it's almost totally linear and the decisions don't affect anything down the line that would've all been easily avoidable, and that's probably how it would've gone if I hadn't forgotten so much about how the game worked during that time. I'll keep that in mind next time I decide to have ADHD and various other health problems that prevent me from sticking with something until I'm done with it.

Chaos;Head Noah on the other hand requires that you spend at least as long as that, probably significantly longer, fast forwarding through stuff you've already seen, because it's part of the incredibly poorly thought out structure of the VN itself and not just a consequence of being a dumbass. I had been spoiled by mostly only playing stuff from the past five years or so recently and forgot how much it blows goats in some older VNs getting all the right flags set for certain events or routes. It would've taken even longer if I hadn't given up like three chapters into my second playthrough and just used a guide to get through everything as fast as possible, and I still had to waste at least a few hours just on the skip button.

This is quite frankly terrible. I get what they were going for with the gimmick and how stuff was laid out, but the different endings don't actually branch out until the end of chapter seven (out of ten) on average, and the stuff before that is 95% the same every time through. You also just have to kind of magically intuit several three way choices and correctly answer five yes/no questions to get onto each of the different routes (and for one of them way, way more than that), which you can sort of figure out some of it but a lot of it is just guessing and hoping for the best. This is in fact bullshit and does not respect my time, and in this case is a deliberate design decision and not just me being stupid like with the other one.

This one thing that I've already gone on for far too long about kind of sums up my experience with both of them. Most problems I had with The House (I don't know why I started shortening it to that, but I blame talking about it with @dragonsbutalsorabbits) were my fault or could've been avoided, while most problems I had with Chaos;Head were on purpose because someone (incorrectly) thought they were a good idea.

They both are full of characters who are completely a mess because of the things they've been through in their lives, often but not always deliberately inflicted on them by someone else for their own benefit. The character arcs in The House are much, much better fleshed out though, and anyone who recovers or is redeemed (or gets worse for that matter) gets a lot more development, and the end results feel a lot more earned.

Chaos;Head does that to some degree with some characters, but I wasn't entirely convinced by all of them. I actually am totally down with the main character being kind of a shitty person and the biggest loser in the world (and generally a parody of stereotypical imageboard otakus from the 00s) and don't need my protagonists to be good people or anything, but I feel like they didn't put that to as good use as I would've liked, and I was very not sold on stuff like the "secretly he was a Mary Sue all along" ending.

I feel they could've used it to actually say something a bit more beyond "this guy is a shitty person at least partly as a reaction to the shitty circumstances he was put in outside his control" (totally reasonable) and "maybe girls should be nice to incels because that would fix them (and also they might secretly be superheroes)" (uhh try again chief). It came close a few times, but they never really quite went anywhere else with it.

The House is in some ways the way more fantastical one of the two, but I found it a lot easier to suspend my disbelief for it. It doesn't pretend anything works like the real world does, but it has its own weird but consistent internal logic, and I never really felt myself questioning it. It serves the story, and the story is compelling enough to just go along with it.

Meanwhile Chaos;Head tries to be heavily grounded in the real world, with plenty of psychology and physics and other jargon thrown in to try to tie it in with real world concepts. Unfortunately the writer(s?) have next to zero understanding of how any of that stuff works, so it gets pretty silly pretty frequently. I'm not even going to get into it because I'd be here all day, but even as someone who dropped out of high school twice and only finished like a semester and half of university before dropping out of that too, I still know infinitely more about pretty much every single thing like that they tried to drag into their story and would exhaust the entire world's supply of Cinema Sins dings if I tried to point them all out. The short version is if you know even the absolute bare minimum about psychology or physics or anything like that you're going to have to pretend you don't and just roll with it.

I feel like I've been saying a lot of nice things about one of these and not very many about the other. Let's completely not even things out by saying that I think The House would've been better if it'd ended like ten minutes sooner at the fakeout credits and left some stuff implied at the end instead of actually showing any of it. I was still overall very happy with how things came together in the end, but I would've been even more happier if they'd had a tiny bit more restraint.

And, uh...what can I say nice about Chaos;Head? The first and last/true endings were kinda lame in my opinion (pretty much anything involving the main villains in any of the routes kept making me go "oh no has this secretly been stupid all along?"), but there were some genuinely interesting moments in some of the individual character endings, and I did actually like a decent amount of stuff in the main common route at times too. They did make a pretty interesting world, and some of the characters can be pretty interesting at times too, even if the overall package left something to be desired.

In the end I think The House in Fata Morgana might be the best/my favorite pure VN I've played/read in the past year (although if we count hybrid stuff I think I'd still put 13 Sentinels ahead of it), and Chaos;Head Noah is probably the worst that I enjoyed the least, even if it had its moments and was still ok enough that I finished all the routes. I look forward to one of these days going back to do the side stories for The House and moving on to the next game in the Science Adventure series, Steins;Gate, which I already know I like the characters and story of because the anime adaptation was great when I watched it like a decade ago. I might need a break to do other stuff for a while though, because this last one kind of burned me out.

#the house in fata morgana #chaos;head noah

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