dead games I would give anything to play again + aqw appreciation post
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BUILD A BEAR WORKSHOP 😭
DC Legends
TUNNEL TOWN !!
DISNEY and NICKELODEON games 💔
adventure quest worlds is over 10 + years old and is still up and kicking I recently returned to the game and have been obsessed , but playing it reminds me of how much I miss my old childhood games. my memories are just a graveyard of amazing fun games I will never be able to play in their full glory anymore. aqw will be changing over to AQW Infinity soon but I hope they don't lose their charm and what made AQW so great in the first place. it has already changed so much
I am so burdened by my body's basic needs. It is SO fucking annoying. I can never get anything done because im always tired, always need to use the bathroom, always hungry, always thirsty etc. There is so much shit I need to do in my life and I HATE having to make time for any that shit. It takes too fucking long and the process is ridiculous. Passing waste and eating is so expensive and time consuming I could use that time to study more or sleep in more so I can make it to work on time / in a better mood. I LOVE sleep but it is truly such a burden. I do everything to try and rest but NEVER get any decent sleep in. I feel like my body is playing in my own face. I feel rushed and restricted from what I want to do because I have to add in the fact for a stupid fucking "snack break" here or "bathroom break" here and I need to get home on time to get at least 4 hours of sleep before my next shift, wait no you have to drink water and eat a meal or else.
Like you're telling me I absolutely have to do all these or I will die???? GET THE FUCK OUT.
I know mattel kept everything pg but imagine Valentine if he was allowed to be a real villain. that being said this blurb is more pg-13 lol maybe even R (about 500 words of idek)
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do you think Valentine was even more pleased to see Draculaura with the fact that she was already in a relationship? because in the context of his powers two broken hearts while only putting in the effort for one is a sweet deal.
do you think he intentionally went after monsters in relationships or just an easy single catch?
(- in this case he could have gone after Frankie)
would monsters in happy established relationships be better targets for him? the fuller the heart the harder the break?
(- in that case he could have gone after Cleo or Deuce)
or would he target monsters who are single and lonely / in unhappy relationships because they could be collected much faster / easier?
(- sorry gil x lagoona fans I'm gonna have to add them in here ,,, for the plot)
extra: Valentine is able to see someone's heart and their progress to full love. what do you think Valentine does to monsters who arent as invested / interested in him? I'm talking about the monsters who will "be" with a person but only for the benefits or for "fun". the monsters who are in it for a FWB , or who are cheating on him / thinking of cheating. someone who doesnt take the relationship seriously. what if he ends up with a monster who actually wants to use HIM for once. how would he handle that? I wish I could have seen that play out. do you think Valentine would do situationships?
with his power, does he decide its not worth it and break up with them or does he continuously push and seduce until they cant fight it anymore? does Valentine have an absolute "I am going to have your heart" idea or "I can always find another one" idea. does he care more about the quality of a relationship or the quantity of how many he can harvest. do you think with his powers he can tell the difference between lukewarm love , a "oh I like him he's nice" or a "I want this monster for the rest of my existence" love ? does that matter to him or does it feed him / add to his collection all the same?
I know valentine had a vendetta against Draculaura because she got away but I'm also upset that the movie never went deeper into the relationship struggles of Draculaura and clawd omg she is obvs so underwhelmed and he is kind of clueless its hilarious. I wish they could have explored the dynamics of these two characters genuinely attempting to have a relationship more. clawd is broke and draculaura is literally daughter of the most established vampire in monster history. due to this Draculaura is materialistic and clawd wants to give her something that is going to be useful and genuinely improve her quality of life for the future. also dog years and vampire immortality??? why does nobody mentions that clawd is not going to be there for her sweet 1700 like 😭.
"hi! I'm a little embarrassed to request something from a mutual for the first time, lol 💔
anyway, I've been extremely into Twilight recently and thought of: RE men as werewolves x vampire reader.. can be sfw or nsfw! >:D"
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HC Preferences: Werewolf!Resident Evil Boys x Vampire!Reader
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♂️Male Characters:
Leon S. Kennedy
Chris Redfield
Albert Wesker
Carlos Oliveira
Piers Nivans
Jake Muller
Jack Krauser
Luis Sera
HUNK
Karl Heisenberg
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Leon S. Kennedy
Leon's the type of wolf who keeps things casual, but once he knows you're a vampire, he's in. He teases that you're the "forbidden fruit" he shouldn't desire, but the way he gazes at you with that crooked smile indicates he most certainly does.
He enjoys pushing limits; prodding at your fangs, stroking his thumb across your lips after you've fed, challenging you to confess you enjoy how much he provokes. He's irresponsible in the manner he's attracted to you, as if he'd like to know if it'll bite him in return.
His wolf nature gets sloppy around you. When you're getting it from someone else (or just hinting that you might be), his jealousy rears up fast, and he'll shoot off a sarcastic comment but his body? Completely bristling.
He's quietly infatuated with the scent of you to him. There's something inhuman but sexy, such as peril with silk wrapping. When he comes too close, his wolf desires to pursue and catch you, but the man within him only wishes to kiss your throat.
Nights with him are a blur of intensity; sometimes you're laughing under the moonlight, other times he's pushing you against a wall with a growl just to remind you who's the wolf. But at the end of it all, he's the one who winds up wrapped around you like he can't let go.
Chris Redfield
Chris is so much more serious about the whole wolf-vampire thing than Leon would ever be. He's also protective, naturally, so he's always concerned about whether the world; at least other wolves, would be okay with your relationship.
He enjoys the contrast: your icy touch in comparison to his persistent warmth. He'll actually go in search of you when his wolf side is troubled, simply to quiet himself with your presence. He avows you're the sole thing that causes his blood to stop flowing so hot.
Feeding doesn't faze him. If you're hungry, he presents his wrist or his throat without question, as if it's just another method of taking care of one another. He doesn't wince when your fangs come into contact with skin; if anything, he pulls you in closer.
Chris is old-fashioned in some respects; he views you as a life partner, not merely some casual fling. When his wolf picks you, that's it; you belong to him. He lets others know about it, too, the growls or the way he stands just a little bit closer to you when you're in public.
He'd create a routine with you: hunting together by the moon, you eating afterward, then resting in his arms until dawn. It's all domestic in this strangest, supernatural manner, yet it makes him feel rooted, as though you two were destined to fit.
Albert Wesker
Never has Wesker seen your vampire s a flaw. More than that, he sees it as an asset. You're a perfect match for him; immortal, powerful, and just as dangerous as he is. He would see you as an “evolutionary compatibility,” but really, it’s fascination.
He enjoys teasing you. He will turn his head to expose his throat, challenging you with, "Go on, if you dare," knowing very well the restraint it takes for you not to lose control. Your self-control entertains him; your mistakes thrill him.
His wolf half is elegant, piercing, and deadly; he doesn't go wild very often. But with you, he enjoys letting that wild edge come out, because he knows you won't fear it. There isn't even fear between you, only shared power.
He'd play at feeding; never allowing you to take without offering something in return. At times that's information, at times his own blood, and at times an exchange of control in other ways.
Not the most sentimental man but with you, he’s territorial. To Wesker, you're his equal but never his weakness and he would guard that bond carefully. If anyone would dare to threaten to take you, Wesker will unleash something a merge of both would and man in ways no one could survive.
Carlos Oliveira
Carlos is surprisingly laid-back about the wolf-vampire thing. He makes light of it with jokes like, "Guess we're just the whole monster mash now, huh?" but secretly believes it's the coolest thing ever.
He's a touchy person; constantly running his fingers along your chilly flesh, pulling you into hugs, or sprawling over you as if attempting to warm you up. He claims he's merely "warming you up," but really, he enjoys the contrast.
His wolf side plays with you. He's more apt to wrestle you into the grass beneath the moon than snarl and pose. He loves the chase, but it's all in the pursuit of affection, finishing with him nuzzling into your neck like he can't get enough.
He doesn't flinch at feeding, but teases about it nonstop: "What, my neck not good enough for you, babe?" He gives willingly enough, though, and privately likes it kinda sexy when you actually take him up on it.
Carlos is faithful to a fault. If you're his, he's in, no questions asked. He'll defend you against anyone who says your love is unnatural and will have the last laugh, too, kissing you as if there was no one else on earth.
Piers Nivans
Piers is reserved at first. The wolf in him is curious, but the soldier in him is suspicious of what you are. But once he sees your intent isn't malevolent, his respect and quiet admiration develop quickly.
He sees everything; how you walk, how your eyes light up when you are hungry, the subtle cues you're restraining yourself. He is not afraid, but he wants to know you, so he can make your world easier.
His wolf nature becomes protective in a gentle manner. He lingers when you're feeble after eating, ensures you're cozy throughout the day when you require rest, and won't allow anyone to mess with you even though he doesn't shout.
Eating is something he approaches nearly as ritual; intimate, personal, and founded on trust. He doesn't make a joke of it; he gives quietly, and when you take it, he just holds you firm with a soothing hand at the base of your neck.
Piers is that kind of wolf who thinks in the long term. He's already planning lifetimes with you, considering whether his own humanity will endure as long as your own. It's not fear; it's love, wanting to keep up with you even if it takes everything from him.
Jake Muller
Jake's the type of wolf who plays your entire vampire thing as a game. He's cocky, smirking whenever you flash your fangs, like he's challenging you to do something with him.
He adores the danger in your relationship; claims it keeps things interesting. If you threaten him that you're hungry, he just inclines his neck and smirks, saying, "Do your worst." Half the time, he's expecting you to.
His wolf urges are powerful and sometimes stupid. He becomes territorial in no time if someone so much as glances at you wrong. He'll be right behind you, arms crossed, growling low enough for you alone to hear.
He enjoys challenging your strength against his. Sparring, wrestling, moonlight fights; it always culminates in both of you panting, battered, and laughing. He swears nothing drives his blood crazy like you.
Secretly, Jake finds a strange comfort with knowing you're immortal for it actually helps him from fearing of abandonment; knowing that if anybody can handle his temper and his wild side forever, it’s you.
Jack Krauser
Krauser views you as temptation and weapon. You are the ultimate power play to him; a vampire lover, make no mistake, he'll boast of it, too, though he never will actually say he cares.
His wolf is hostile with you, but not in a hurtful manner. He prowls, stalks, tests you to see if you'll strike back. He enjoys when you do, it's stimulating for his need for dominance and keeps things alive.
He's addicted to your feeding. Drinking from him is not only a rush, it's a test of his control. He relishes that moment when you push the limit of taking too much, and pull back just in time.
Krauser isn't the sofa type at all but when it comes to loyalty? It runs deep. For you, he'll fight tooth and claw, tearing anyone who dares to threaten what's his. In his icy blue eyes, you're never fragile but an equal, his rival, his partner in blood.
His nights are nights of untamed heat. There is no soothing cuddling but claws, teeth, snarls, and the kind of passion that marks both of you. And he does not want it otherwise.
Luis Sera
Luis finds the entire "werewolf x vampire" situation completely out of a gothic romance book, and he's living for it. He'll rag on you forever: "What's next, cariño, we run away to some castle in Transylvania?"
He adores your icy touch, always tucking your hands into his just to remark on how "perfect for summer" you are. It's half playful, half sincere admiration.
Luis's wolf side is not as ferocious as some; it's playful, mischievous. He'd sooner spend the night running you around the woods as a game than showing his teeth in a serious fight. You're his favorite sport, and he never gets bored with the hunt.
Feeding? He's dramatic about it, naturally. When you sink your fangs into him, he moans and tells you, "Ay, you're killing me, hermosa," even though you and he know he loves it too much.
Underneath all the trash talk, Luis is as hopelessly romantic as they come. He'll give you small tokens, used books, or baubles that are reminiscent of your mystical aura. He wants you to understand he's not merely here for the adrenaline; he's here because he's falling, and hard.
HUNK
HUNK is unreadable, even as a wolf. Your vampire nature cringes at his stoicism, because you can't get a read on him; but that enigma is precisely what draws you.
He makes no production over your feeding. If you need blood, he simply silently turns a wrist or neck and lets you take what you need, no fanfare, no words. That tacit surrender nearly makes it more intimate.
His wolf side is horrifying to everyone else; cold, calculating, savage. But to you, he moderates just a little bit, enough that you can glimpse that there's something human beneath the façade. You're the only one to whom he grants that privilege.
He's watchful, but indirectly. Standing guard beside you without being invited, hovering over your back, ensuring no one approaches close enough to detect your aroma. He may not verbalize it, but you sense it as his way of showing concern.
Being with HUNK is forever in its own right. He doesn't require words, promises; just the unspoken understanding that he belongs to you, and vice versa. The connection between wolf and vampire is one that comes unspoken, but unshattered.
Karl Heisenberg
Heisenberg thinks your vampirism is funny. He'll refer to you as "Dracula" or "fangs" just to rile you up, smiling when you eye-roll. The joking never desists.
His wolf nature is wild, random, and he loves pulling you along into his craziness. He'll challenge you to hunt with him by the moonlight, then chuckle when you attempt to keep pace with his frenetic energy.
Feeding is essentially a kink for him. He'll tease you while you're drinking, making low sounds just to get your ire up. Half the time, he'll push you to drink more than you need to, just to observe how far you'll go.
In spite of the madness, he's crazily possessive. Anyone who dares to threaten you is met with the full wrath of his fury; fangs and claws and that warped smile that indicates he's loving every moment of ripping them asunder.
Heisenberg lives on the conflict between your icy sophistication and his feral, savage nature. To him, you're the ultimate crime partner; immortal, deadly, and just crazy enough to keep up with his wild wolfish inclinations.
I was listening to Your Idol and I did NOT like the way they were talking to me and that one listening session made me realize I Would Punk The SHIT Out Of The Saja Boys because who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that? Demon or not hot or not im going to make you kiss the floor nobody talks to me like that. I would not accept that kind of speech from anybody else what makes the Saja Boys different. They would get bitchslapped so fast.
Adrian was sulking. You knew it the second you walked into the bedroom and saw the large wolf sprawled across the bed, his amber eyes fixated on you as soon as you opened the door.
You sighed heavily, already exhausted from his antics. "Really? My love, please don’t," you said, crossing your arms. "You’re 300 years old. Quit acting like a child."
The white haired wolf—Adrian—huffed through his nose and dramatically turned his head away from you, pointedly ignoring your presence. This was not the first time he’d pulled this particular stunt. Adrian always found it more effective than the normal silent treatment; in his mind, nothing said "I’m upset" quite like turning into his wolf form and refusing to communicate like an adult.
"You’d think that after living for over 300 years your feelings wouldn’t get hurt so easily… but I guess I’m wrong," you muttered as you approached the bed. Sitting down beside him, you reached out to scratch behind his ears. His ears twitched, betraying the fact that he enjoyed it, though he didn’t move otherwise.
"Turn back into your normal form so you can tell me what I did that was so awful," you said, your tone laced with mock exasperation. "Then I’ll apologize to your beautiful face. Deal?"
Adrian ignored what you said, instead he shifted his massive head to rest on your lap, clearly finding your attention a sufficient consolation prize.
"Can’t be too mad at me, then, huh?" you teased, scratching behind his ears again. His tail thumped against the bed once, as if by accident, and you chuckled. "However, if you want to sleep with me in the bed tonight, I’m going to need you to turn back into a human before you start shedding, my love."
For a moment, he stayed still, and just like that, Adrian was back in his normal form, his long blonde hair spilling over your lap. He lay there without moving, looking up at you with a scowl and those piercing amber eyes that could strike fear into anyone—except you.
"There you are," you said warmly, running your hand over the side of his pale face. His scowl deepened, though it lacked any real venom.
"My inconsiderate partner," he began, voice low and dramatic, "did not kiss me this morning."
You blinked, confused for a moment. Then you laughed, the sound bubbling out before you could stop it. "Oh no," you said, feigning horror. "I’m so evil." You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, but when you pulled back, he was still frowning.
"Not enough," he sighed, flopping an arm over his eyes like some wounded poet. "My dear, you have deeply wounded me. My poor, cold heart..."
Rolling your eyes, you leaned down again, kissing him once, then again, and again. You peppered his lips with soft kisses, trailing them along the edge of his jaw, over his pale cheeks, and finally brushing your lips across his forehead.
"Any better?" you asked, pulling back to look at him.
He cracked one eye open, considering you with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm. A bit," he said finally, though his tone suggested it was only barely enough to satisfy him.
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. "You’re an incredibly difficult thing, you know that?"
"And yet," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek, "you adore me."
"More than anything," you murmured, leaning down to kiss him one last time.
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