I’m telling ya. Nothing works better to defer creeps than saying something about almost anything related to Bloodborne out of context.
The workplace weirdo starts taking an interest in you? Tell him about how you like to consume umbilical cords and hunt the moon for sport. Maybe tell him about that one time you got your brain sucked out by a tongue-headed demon-creature. Talk about how you hear babies crying randomly at night, or how you need to put the invisible child to “sleep” after you murder its wet nurse. Don’t forget the finger quotes around “sleep.”
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“Hey, what are you doing after work?”
“Avoiding this madman that screams a lot and tries to beat me to death with a human corpse. Maybe kill an orphan that got a little too comfortable using his placenta as a murder weapon. What about you?”
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a taste
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Rodent Brainrot
I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS DOWN BEFORE MY BRAIN EXPLODED OMG,,,
Okay so Dead Plate Canon Divergence AU—probably OOC because there's no murder involved— Vincent does not turn Manon into a gourmet meal, he just tells her he's not interested and they part ways. The rest of the game goes on normally; Vincent is still obsessively fixated on Rody while Rody's hung up over Manon. And GET THIS,,,Manon eventually calls Rody back after he keeps insistently calling her every night, and straight up tells him to stop. She tells him to please focus on himself for once, and to stop trying to contact her. She doesn't want to get back together again, she's seriously exhausted by how self-destructive he is. The phone call ends and,,,Rody starts coughing. He spits out the strange lump in his throat and there, in his palm, sits a yellow carnation.
This is where everything falls apart. So he decides that, hey, maybe quitting such a well-paying job after a week just for the sake of winning back his ex was NOT a good idea. So he stays. He sneaks in bundles of yellow whenever he has to take out the trash in his shifts, fixes up his apartment, and he tries to be,,,better. But still holding onto the hope that one day Manon will come back. He ignores the way the mere thought of her makes his lungs feel heavier.
And all the while? Vincent is right there, still uncomfortably observing his every move. But one day, he invites him over to his place. No dinner party to cater, just two cups of tea. Rody remarks at how surprising it is to see his boss drinking anything that isn't red wine or black coffee, but then Vincent says he made the blend himself. Curious, he tries a sip and,,,it's incredible. A light, floral feel and then a citrus-y aftertaste—Vincent did say he liked lemons. He's never been a fan of tea, but there's just something so sincere about it that soothes all of his worries. When was the last time he just sat down with someone, a mug warming both his hands and heart? No worries about how he's acting, what next big thing he must attempt to keep the affection of those around him—of her. So he looks at Vincent and tells him,
"It tastes like love."
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Me realising that while we saw Pey’J get gunned down by Eden police officers while protecting other hybrids during the riot , Pey’J was never actually confirmed to have died from those bullets
Bullfrog was taken into custody before he could try helping Pey’J and Dolph was taken by Sarah into the wasteland. Meaning neither of them were there to see to Pey’J’s body, and that the two are assuming Pey’J is dead
Cody, Jade and Dolph all died because of the bombs inside their heads detonating. We also saw their bodies from the aftermath of that fact
Pey’J is the only one (besides Bullfrog) whose bomb didn’t detonate
We didn’t see what happened to Pey’J’s body
Shit
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so. if the rooms only appear as the sinners' base egos when they're having a particularly bad time. it seems that heathcliff is just. always having a particularly bad time.
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As someone who LOVES a good old time travel au, and after seeing amazing fanart of kid!Mihawk i have to let it out!!
I just wanna read a time travel fic where baby Mihawk wakes up and finds himself in the world of adult Mihawk and he's like wtf is going on?
And word goes around that a kid that looks exactly like Hawkeyes and carries the same cross knife as him is roaming around this island and rumors say it's the son he abandoned to fend for himself.
And so, marines and every pirates he ever wronged come after him for revenge and the little guy is just thinking why is everyone trying to get me? While doing his best with his cross dagger to rid of them.
And Shanks, good ol' shanks could have sworn that if his old rival had an 9years old, he would know about it (also he refuses to let the bitter taste in his heart take over unless his own eyes see) so he's skeptical about the whole thing and that's the only thing that gets him to leave his hideout in a reclused ghost island waiting for whatever is his big plan to take place.
News say Red Shanks is on the move after being mia for a few years and everyone got their panties in a twist, what could have raised the emperor from the dead.
He follows from island to island because apparently the young boy knows how to avoid the marines and pirates coming after him.
Till one night, on their stop at some bar on an island that wasn't really on the plan, he sees the boy. Just outside the bar in an alley, where he went to empty his guts from the booze overfilling his body, there stood bloody faced, cross dagger in one hand, a tiny version of his old rival with a bounty hunter's body at his feet.
The boy furrows his eyebrows even more at the new arrival and strikes another pose in case the new guy tries something funny. But Shanks, drunk ass Shanks, who knows his rival by heart is a 100% sure the little guy is in fact his rival for whatever magical reason, there he stands in front of him in the form of an 9years old and Shanks giggles at that -to which the child takes great offense- and just say "hey kid, i'm a friend of your dad's, want me to take you to him?"
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Guys i normally don't yap about this but i was reminded of it when my bf came over the other day-
He admitted to me that he felt like he was forcing me to be around him (which isn't true - if anything i'm the one who's really forward lol).
And while i believe everyone should be held accountable and that statistics exist - teenage boys are demonized in the school system. They are often collectively punished as a gender through high school (this include FTMs in my experience). The phrase "boys will be boys" is lessening the errors of serious bullies and generalizing a whole group of children of different backgrounds and emotional levels to just one gendered expression.
It just made me very sad that he said he was scared of being perceived as a threat to me (or even accidentally hurting me) because of our difference in stature (a solid one foot height difference 💀). I think it's because of how adults ignore the actual emotional depth of boys (includes FTM!!!) since "they're more simple" or they need to grow up on their own to be a "real man".
All teenagers need guidance. And between Covid isolation to the prevalence of online communities trying to lead young people astray to capitalize off of insecurities and strip them of humanity (look at the language used in self-help programs online - it's blantantly objectifying!) that guidance is needed now more than ever.
Behavior is learned but humanity is innate and needs to be cultivated...
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so when will i get to baldur's gate in this game called baldur's gate 3
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prompt: patchwork
hope the writing is enjoyable!
It was a rare day off for Heather. Her job, and... particular hobbies didn't leave a lot of free time to just be, or to work on other personal projects. Though, she was hoping to fix that soon - work wasn't the pressing priority it used to be lately, and she was already looking forward to the extra time in her day.
It was a good thing she'd focused on outsourcing working and income to others. As if on command, her phone beeped three times in a row. Status reports -- checking out of work, and checking in with their Mistress. Such sweet little dolls.
That meant it was already 5 PM. Where had the day gone? Heather knew the answer. A figure knelt in front of her, eyes blank and unseeing. She stroked its cheek with a tenderness not often shown around others. She couldn't help but think about how blissful the world was through its eyes. No sense of time, or obligations, simply existing.
Though, she thought wistfully, she had no right to envy anything about its current state. It was her fault, after all.
Light footsteps made themselves known from the doorway. "Mistress, it's--"
Heather lifted her head without turning towards the voice. "I know the time. How's dinner preparations?"
"On schedule, Mistress."
"Good. I'll be down shortly."
No further questions or reports meant the conversation was over. She focused her attention back on the thrall kneeling by her legs, and the small grasp the fingers had on her shirt.
She knelt down beside it, her eyes widened. "Yes? Were you asking for me?"
Silence.
"Smile for me."
It smiled.
"Look into my eyes."
It did.
"Speak for me."
Silence.
Heather smiled softly. Of course. She needed to temper her expectations more.
Early on, much earlier on - her very first, in fact - she'd been reckless and power hungry, thought herself to be infallible. She pushed too hard, went too far. The human brain was only so flexible. It was natural for it to break eventually.
She was much stronger now, and much more in control. It'd be impossible for her to make a similar mistake these days. But for however easy it was to shatter a person's psyche, it was infinitely more difficult to put it back together.
She was a wreck, back then. Vowed never to do it again, until things got tight, and she was so busy trying to undo an irreversible error, and eventually it was easier to just have a little outside help. A little, then some, then a lot more. Comforts made life easier. A means to an end.
The guilt had long since faded. Somewhere along the line of enslaving so many others, she couldn't continue to be hung up on her very first, could she? It was more an intellectual curiosity than anything these days. She'd made progress, little by little, adding in small triggers and programming in its brain, adding and removing certain attempts, seeing which didn't work together and which worked best. Little pieces of programming fabric sewn together into a quilt of human behaviors. It could move, now. Listen to direct commands. That was the extent, so far.
But, still. She'd never call it a soft spot, but it still had its own room in the manor. Several dolls whose main priority was to feed and bathe it. And every day, no matter how brief, Heather would visit.
Soon, she hoped to be able to spend more time in a day by its side.
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i wanna keep the crowley hate to a minimum here because that's not the point of this blog and i don't want to alienate people who can still love him despite what happened but like.
i need to grieve for a minute.
i loved that demon so goddamn much, but seeing him force a kiss onto the character i project SO much of myself onto... god. i'm gonna miss him but yeah no i can't even look at him now.
it's going to take a lot and i mean a LOT of work to get me to feel like he is a safe and comforting character again. if that's possible.
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Alfie Lewis: The Bravest has a Sneak Peek available!!
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are you still doing ship bingo. because i nominate shalaura
Confession time: in my first playthrough this ship flew right over my head, and when i saw fellas mention how it was heavily canon implied i was confused until i turned around and realized the game was smacking these two together like barbie dolls under the table
I love how they mirror eachother: the opposite color schemes, the similar stories of dealing with an asshole master, and how both are the direct consequences of the belmont clan's disappearance: Shanoa who's been forced into filling the role of vampire hunter, and Laura who's been freed from that same role, the burden her ancestors had to carry; the one just freed from duty and her misguided replacement. This is fine soulmate material if i do say so 👌
And their development is so sweet: Laura wishes to help Shanoa and tries her best through her craft, and beats herself up when it doesn't works; Shanoa knows its futile (bc pretty jewelry doesn't stops dark lord level vampiric curses sadly) but values her efforts and still delivers her the jewels. And finally Laura realizes she can't make Shanoa smile but rather how the past abuse and perfectionism was hurting her, freeing herself of those toxic expectations and instead gains confidence in how much she improved and gives Shanoa her support nonetheless. ✨The power of love✨ didn't instantly fix everything but it still matters; its very cathartic and beautiful and so well done and- 💥
And finally this is a ship with a happy ending for once, we all know that post credits both reunite and Laura finally sees Shanoa's smile (and if canon dares say otherwise im burning konami to the ground)
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I’m really glad…
… That NUMB3RS noticed (I presume—guessing it’s also why they added Colby to the main cast) what a draw David and Colby were and so fleshed them out even more and gave them an arc that spanned seasons and all that.
Like 3x04?? The juxtaposition of David’s steady concern, even defending Colby covering for Dwayne to Don, w/ Dwayne using his rescue of Colby during their army days to pressure him into covering for him and acting sketchy af. It’s fucking perfect. I love these two so much.
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See this? This is what brought me back to rid15! The cool worldbuilding and designs! I may not be the biggest fan of the plot but some of the implications here are so so so so so damn cool
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i work at a bookstore and like. we got these 'nerdy' tumblers in
one has book tropes and i was fine with them as i was looking it over for the first time but then. i got to the end
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finished AC Origins! I liked it a lot, Bayek might be one of my favorite protags
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