this is just kind of a big tangent but like I fucking hate when nerd ass losers see a game with even vague similarities to another game and go "ERMMM. HOW ORIGINALL (SARCASTIC). THIS IS JUST ANOTHER GAME IN THE STUPID TREND OF-" and then they list every genre/label under the sun to try and discredit the game as unoriginal by comparing it to other games. 90% of the time they haven't even played the game they're complaining about. they just see pixel art and get angry ig.
like look at this image. look at this and tell me it's not just alphabet soup. what do half of these words even mean. congrats on discovering what a genre is I guess?????????? good for you?????? do you want a fuckin award or something???? a little handclap??? shall I pour you a little glass of wine for being oh so smart and sophisticated for figuring out that Things Can Have Little Similarities Sometimes?????? just say that 7 years later you're still bitter that undertale got popular and leave oh my god
"quirky dialogue" oh I'm sorry did you want your dialogue boring and soulless yeah let me just remove the personality from the game. here's your Nothing Burger I hope you're happy. "pixel art" oh so i guess like almost every game that came out in the 80s and 90s is actually just part of a so-called "2010s-2020s trend". These people genuinely think earthbound and celeste are "Basically The Same". it's not even an rpg. You had to throw in platformers in your disgusting word smoothie because otherwise you couldn't even find any real similarities besides "has a story and contains pixels". they think the psychological horror game Omori is just Undertale 2. yeah sorry guys Super Fuckin Mario Brothers is part of the quirky rpg metroidvania fjhksdgjhlkfgsdhkfgh-like diarrhea trend. cant play it now or you're cringe and bad. do you people ever get TIIIRRREEDDDDD. DO YOU EVER ENJOY THINGS. ON THEIR OWN MERIT. DO YOU EVEN GIVE THINGS A CHANCE. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL FOR NOT LIKING THINGS YOU'RE BORING AND ANNOYING AS FUCK. I'm so fucking done
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No capes AU 15-year-old Jason and new foster 12-year-old Tim quickly learning how to beat the shit out of each other in absolute silence so they don't get in trouble with Bruce.
Bruce found Jason stealing the tires off his car a few years back, and he took in Tim when Tim's parents, who were also his friends and neighbors, went missing on a business trip. When he first brought Jason home, Dick was already away at college, but Jason loves when Dick visits, and Bruce thinks both he and Tim would benefit from having a brother closer to their own age.
Instead, Jason thinks Tim is a stuck-up rich kid, and Tim thinks Jason is being a crass asshole to him on purpose, and they turn the house into a war zone. Tim's parents made him go through self defense classes, and Jason had to fight off street kids bigger than he was, so they both come away with black eyes and bloody noses, and Bruce grounds them for a week.
After that, Jason rips some of Tim's hair out, and Tim burns him with a poker Alfred was just tending the fireplace with. Tim moves around the bookmark in whatever book Jason's reading to make him lose his place, and Jason half-unplugs Tim's laptop so it won't charge and he can't sit with it in the comfy chair that's too far away from the outlets. Jason kicks Tim's ankle when it comes to close to his side of the car on their way to school, and Tim sticks his fingers up Jason's sleeve and digs little bloody half-moons with his nails into the soft skin of Jason's wrist.
It goes on until a group of older kids pick on Tim and start pushing him around, and Jason walks up and decks the leader right in the face, and then he and Tim fight the rest off together.
"I didn't need your help," Tim snaps. "I can take care of myself."
"Whatever. I just don't want to deal with B throwing a fit," Jason says, and leaves for his next class.
That afternoon, after they've finished their homework, Tim asks Jason if he wants to play video games, and they sit cross-legged with their controllers in front of the big TV in the living room Bruce actually uses until Alfred calls them for dinner. Jason starts helping Tim with his homework, and Tim shows Jason his camera and goes out on the manor grounds to take pictures of whatever Jason points at.
They completely forget about the pillowcases they each filled with bars of soap, dented from some of their more vicious fights, until Alfred finds them while cleaning, alarmed, and brings them to Bruce.
It was worse than he thought. Bruce marches off to look for the boys and finds them on the sofa, asleep in front of a movie with Tim spooned in Jason's arms. He smiles to himself, asks Alfred to put the pillowcases and soap back where they belong, and decides the conversation can wait until morning.
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