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4guiltypleasure replied to your post: have people forgotten that Lúcio like….exists?

yes, because he doesn’t shop at hot topic, where all the gringos are having a Halloween party.

I guess him being the sweetest dude alive ever isn’t enough for people I GUESS

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On the Switch question, do you miss any type of games? I know the console is new but how's the console's library treating you?

You said it’d be cool to answer this publicly, so here goes: I’m very happy in the moment (lots of JRPGs announced!) but a little anxious about the more distant future. It’s hard to say how much of this is just the normal transition period in console life cycles, but it really feels like so far a lot of the extremely mobile and quirky games you might find on the DS and 3DS family of consoles aren’t getting announced for the Switch.

Now it could be that these kinds of games are still on their way to the much larger install base of the 3DS -- I’m looking at games like Sushi Striker: The Way of Sushido when I say this -- but with most of what’s announced of the Switch feeling somewhat more like home console titles than the more out of the box lower budget stuff you might sometimes find on the portables, I do worry that the library might end up being a bit too narrow.

Of course, this could all change once the supply bottleneck is fixed and there are enough Switches out in the wild (particularly in Japan) that developers might feel compelled to give it more of their attention when it comes to weirder titles. The fact that Falcom and XSEED have expressed interest is encouraging. (If a single console could fill the gap for both 3DS and Vita, with console level Mario and Zelda, that might be the greatest device of all time.)

I mean, there’s going to be a Mario cover-based shooter with Rabbids. So I have to remind myself that maybe my concerns are entirely unfounded.

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4guiltypleasure replied to your post “Omg Sevila ☠️ P L E A S E I feel like she's even more Extra at...”

Sevila "Will Outshine Your Dead Loved One at Their Own Funeral" Peinatokos

Sevila ‘Will Pick Up Your Hot Niece at Your Funeral’ Peinatokos

[lumberwoof]

rainy afternoon

what is the last book you read for fun?

tbh the last book I read from cover to cover was probably The Temple at Landfall, the last book I opened up (but haven’t finished yet) was Welcome to Night Vale (the novel)

[lumberwoof]

@4guiltypleasure asked: Rocket Angel, awkward camping trip ending up with a confession

Present day AU where Angela and Fareeha are in their 20s and most of the heroes are close friends (w/ background Ana/Rein because I can)

The solemn quiet of the outdoors always puts Angela at ease. The tension of being away from work fades into the ocean of rustling boughs and chattering wildlife, sunlight rippling on the forest floor. She’d be relaxing even more, she thinks, if everyone else hadn’t bailed on the group camping trip and left her with no one but Fareeha Amari for company.

Not that Fareeha is bad company. They’d known each other since Fareeha was a snot-nosed child and Angela was the overbearing teen hired to babysit her. The problem is that it’s been years since the two have spent time together. Now they’re both fully grown women, and Fareeha has arms that are covered in dark ink with muscles that look like corded steel.

(The problem is that Angela might enjoy Fareeha’s company too much.)

Angela watches Fareeha chop firewood with short, precise swings. Mostly she watches the way the muscles of Fareeha’s shoulders bunch and flex under the tightly clinging cotton of her tank top.

“Kind of strange everyone else bailed, huh?” Angela says, desperately trying to do something other than stare.

(And there are a lot of things to stare at - the rugged ridge of her knuckles, the sculpted definition of her arms, the coat of arms of her regiment tattooed on her shoulder, the cotton top that fits almost too well on her torso, the strong lines of her jaw and nose, the lips that always look half a moment from a crooked grin.)

Fareeha pauses to wipe the sweat from her face with the bottom of her tank top, giving Angela a view of the well-toned abs underneath. She lines up another piece of cedar to split. “It’s strange, but it’s not impossible.”

Angela isn’t sure if Fareeha’s playing the fool or if she genuinely believes the whole thing is a coincidence.

(Angela is pretty sure that it isn’t.)

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, that should be enough for tonight and most of tomorrow.” Fareeha lodges the axe in the stump with a soft thump and starts piling the wood under the tarp. “Dinner?”

“Dinner sounds good.”

Dinner is uneventful. Angela is thankful that Fareeha isn’t one of those gungho campers that likes to take everything to wilderness survival levels of difficulty and instead just brought along easily prepped meals.

The fire crackles pleasantly as the sunlight starts to fade and Angela lounges nearby, watching the stars come out through the holes in the forest canopy.

“S'mores?” Fareeha asks, taking a bag of marshmallows from her rucksack.

“Ugh, no, I’m stuffed,” Angela says. “Why do you have so much food?”

“Because I was expecting more people to be here,” Fareeha reminds. “And because I have, as my mom likes to call it, a black hole for a stomach.”

Angela can hear Ana’s voice in her mind, saying exactly that, and she giggles. It’s been years since she’s seen Ana, but she remembers her fondly, and knows that the older Amari has aged gracefully.

“How is your mom?”

“Her and dad went on their ninth honeymoon - backpacking through some part of Asia or something this time - and they still aren’t even married yet.”

She sounds equal parts amused and exasperated and Angela lets out a full laugh at that. Fareeha’s smile is lost to soft hissing as she tries to peek at her dessert, fingers plucking at the searing hot foil with stubborn determination.

“You’re going to burn yourself.”

“Oh, I already did that,” Fareeha says. “Right now I’m just too hungry to care.”

Angela snorts because it’s something she’s heard Fareeha say dozens of times before, albeit when they were both much younger. (And perhaps it is a bit comforting to know that, despite the years apart, Fareeha is still the person she remembers.)

“Does it actually bother you that your parents aren’t married?”

The noise Fareeha makes in her throat is some sort of coarse, choked snort. As if the question is so ridiculous it short-circuited her response.

“Not at all,” Fareeha finally retrieves her dessert from the fire and cradles it like a hot potato as she unwraps the foil with soft curses. “Just annoyed at how hypocritical mom is, saying she’ll never get married but always telling me to settle down with a doctor or something.”

Pretending she isn’t blushing at the word ‘doctor,’ Angela is glad that Fareeha is too focused on hungrily devouring her s'more to look her way.

“It’s just,” Fareeha pauses, crams the rest of the mess of graham cracker and chocolate and marshmallow in her mouth, chews and swallows before continuing. “Doctors can be so condescending, y’know? ‘Back here again, Lieutenant?’ and ‘Oh, colour me surprised. It’s you. Again.’ I just can’t stand it.”

“Excuse you, I’m a doctor!”

Miraculously, Angela sees Fareeha’s ears tinge red.

“I didn’t mean you, Angela,” Fareeha somehow manages to speedily backpedal without tripping over her own words. “You’re an exception.”

“Does that mean you’d settle down with me?” The words are out before Angela can stop them and she’s left wanting to stare disapprovingly at her own mouth as Fareeha gapes.

“Um,” Fareeha chuckles nervously, clearly unsure if Angela is joking or not. Unsure if this is harmless flirting between friends or something more.

“Sorry,” Angela says, feeling the heat crawl up her neck and slowly fill her entire face. “I just… you know the others bailed on purpose, right?”

“What? Why?” The awkwardness drops from Fareeha’s posture, she becomes sharp as if expecting something bad. “Do they not like me?”

Of course that’s the conclusion Fareeha would jump to. She may be an old friend of Angela’s, but she’s only been back for a few months, and she’s new to this friend group.

“It’s nothing like that!” Angela has to take a deep breath in order to say the next bit, to own up to what’s actually going down. Even then she still can’t help using less direct wording. “They bailed because they wanted to give us some alone time.”

“Ah, because we haven’t seen each other in a while?”

Fareeha, it seems, is inclined to give the benefit of the doubt and not take the hint unless it’s spelled out entirely for her.

(To her credit, that is partially why the others bailed.)

The other part is because I got drunk and told Lena I wanted to sit on your face. “Look, I didn’t know they were going to do this until after they did it.”

With an awkward chuckle, Fareeha nervously says, “You’re making it sound like they locked us in a closet together at some group sleepover.”

She takes one look at Angela’s embarrassed expression and almost chokes on a marshmallow. “Oh! Oh? Um… really?”

Fareeha looks more bashful than Angela can ever recall seeing her, and she wishes for a moment she doesn’t feel like an overgrown teenager with a crush, that she could feel like the skilled surgeon she usually is. That she could apply a precise stroke with a verbal scalpel to this conversation.

“Yes, okay? I…” It feels childish to say she simply likes Fareeha. “I’m… attracted to you.” Perhaps that doesn’t convey the emotional attraction as much as the physical attraction, but Angela is okay with that for now. “Sorry if that makes things weird, I’ll just--”

“No,” Fareeha grabs her wrist before she can escape into the tent, and everything ahead of Angela is so unknown that she doesn’t know how to steel herself for it (or if she even should). “I mean, I feel the same way.”

Between the fire and her furious blush, Angela is surprised that her cheeks can get any hotter. “Really?”

“Really.”

She lets Fareeha tug her back down so she’s sitting on Fareeha’s lap. The reciprocation makes her feel confident enough to start teasing. “Even though I’m one of those overbearing doctors?”

“You’re the exception, remember?”

Fareeha kisses her, mouth still sticky-sweet with chocolate, and Angela is suddenly glad the others bailed because she couldn’t imagine trying to do this with them around, hooting and hollering.

When they pull apart, Fareeha bows her head, presses their foreheads together and stares into Angela’s eyes for the briefest of moments before her own go wide and she leans back, stunned by a private realization.

“Holy shit, Mom was trying to set me up with you this entire time.”

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4guiltypleasure replied to your photo “quick sketch of Princess Zoe all grown up”

She's got gramma's hotness, bless this family. A+

grandma got good genes amen

[asynca]

4guiltypleasure replied to your post:The official twitter cleared something up about...

Asy do you know the link for this tweet mentioned? (PS: I replied to the wrong post before because sleep…)

Yeah, here it is (read the full convo). Looks like there’s a contingent of people who want to hear the answer directly from the devs, though, because there’s no reason why Blizz would give Pharah CLEARLY 100% mechanized joints unless it was for a narrative purpose? Like, someone has to be directed to model that stuff. It’s on purpose. 

Social media folks get details wrong about games from time to time so I think it’s reasonable request. 

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4guiltypleasure replied to your photoset “introducing Cosmas Thorakis - 32 yrs old. Captain of the guard in the...”

I'm kinda hoping she would punch Sevila again if there would ever be a compliment involved. "You're looking hot today." [punch]

Cosmas figures out that the best way to deal with trolls like Sevila is to ignore them. Sevila pouts for weeks.