#goes through my followers and slowly makes starters

[marksbear]

hate sex with patrick bateman? perhaps 🤔

patrick hating reader for being "better" than him (contemplates killing him), they fuck, patrick turns into a desperate mess

i <3 seeing these cocky "alpha males" turn into whiny desperate sluts <33

Anon we both think like great request my friend! Cocky men becoming a slut is one of the things I live for. And sorry for taking so long I fell asleep writing this

Warnings! SMUT, brat taming, teasing, talking about killing, about to kill, Patrick is a asshole, swearing

PATRICK BATEMAN X MALE READER

"Hey did y'all hear that Y/n got another big promotion?"

"Oh my fucking God." Patrick thinks to himself. He feels like hes gonna puke if he hears your name being mentioned one more time.

"Yeah! The man is gonna have it all. He already has the women dropping to his feet and the bosses practically worshiping the man." The guy next to him says causing Bateman to clench his fist.

He never met Y/n personally but he has to hear about him all day long. "Y/n this. Y/n that. Y/n.y/n. Y/n." Patrick says mentally feeling a headache coming from hearing about the things he did.

"What about you Bateman. What do you think about L/n?" All of the men's heads turning around giving Patrick their full attention.

"That hes a annoying son of a bitch. And he makes me wanna kill him with my bare fucking hands. And he's a waste of space in this damn earth"

Well of course he didn't say that but he only imagined he did and says this instead.

"I never met him, but he seems like a great guy." Patrick gives them a short lie making them all pleased. "You never met him!?! That truly can't work. How about I schedule a dinner for you both to meet?" One of the men offers his co-worker.

"Yes, for I can finally kill him." "Sounds good how about tonight?" Patrick says instead of his first thought. The co-worker gets the phone calling up Y/n so Bateman can hear. "Hey L/n, are you busy tonight? I have someone you should meet. You are great! I know you're gonna like him. Meet at the restaurant where I always take you. Okay bye."

"I just changed your life for ever Bateman! Get ready to meet the greatest man in your lie."

TIMESKIP

Patrick arrived before Y/n checking his watch impatiently and slightly annoyed.

"You're here early."

Patrick looks up at the figure that he's guessing is Y/n.

"Fuck hes handsome. And he looks sharp wearing a suit that hasn't even gotten released yet. Y/n looks exactly like hes described from the stories he heard. Why the fuck does he look better than me!?!"

Bateman rambles in his mind and sticks his hand out. "Patrick Bateman."

"Bateman? I heard of you. And seen you around at work a lot just never made an effort to go up and talk to you. Y/n L/n nice to meet you." Y/n says with a smile and takes a hold of Patrick's hand giving it a tight shake.

The dinner was far from quiet. Y/n almost had every single conversation starter under his sleeve. Some sparked a short topic and some sparked a long conversation and some even started a debate or an argument.

"Hey L/n it's getting late. How about we continue this in my place?"

"Good idea Patrick. How about I pay?"

Right when Patrick opens his mouth about to argue about how Y/n doesn't need to pay Y/n hands the waiter his card.

TIMESKIP AT PATRICK'S PLACE

As soon as the two step inside the place Y/n pins Patrick on the wall by the front door. "Patrick. Tell me what do you want from me? Because I know you hate me. I know we were not friends, so why invite me here?"

Y/n backs away from Patrick slowly with a smirk on his face before heading into the living room. "You think you're better than me don't you Y/n?" Patrick says in his mind before quickly follows after the man. Patrick stops in tracks fighting with himself mentally just to get his axe and drive it through the other man skull.

Patrick snaps himself out of his thoughts and goes to the living room. "Nice place you got Patrick." Y/n says looking outside through the window watching cars and other things. Patrick finds a knife and walks up to Y/n slowly raising it.

Y/n turns his head around slowly and Patrick throws the knife somewhere else becoming nervous. "For a man who hates me you sure do love being close." Y/n puts his hands on Patrick's hips bringing him closer.

"Tell me Patrick. Do you love being close to me?" Y/n uses his right hand to bring it to Patrick's chin then uses his thumb caressing Patrick's bottom lip.

Patrick hated you. He hated how you talk, how you walk and even how you breathe. He hated you with his life. But now why is he acting like this, His body became putty by your touch. The way you look down at him, the grip you have on his hip, your hand on his chin and your thumb lazily on his lip.

What are you doing to him?

Patrick gives Y/n a weak nod as an answer to his past question. "Use your words." Y/n smirks moving his thumb off of Patrick's lip and back to his chin. "Yes." "Good boy Bateman."

Y/n pushes Bateman away from him and walks around looking for the bedroom. Patrick quickly picks up the knife from the floor and follows after Y/n.

Y/n stops in the hallway turning around at Patrick staring at him like a predator like hes taunting Patrick to come closer to him. Patrick clenches his jaw tightly setting the knife on the nearest flat surface. Patrick's blood boils and his veins pop once he's the smirk on Y/n face.

"After you Patrick." Y/n opens the bedroom door inviting Patrick in. Slowly Patrick walks into the bedroom already knowing where this is leading. Y/n shuts the door after he goes inside walking up behind Patrick. Y/n takes off his shoes and socks then takes off his suit jacket. Patrick watches the men take his clothes off.

"Can you just strip and stop being a brat." Y/n says catching Patrick a bit off guard.

Patrick takes off his clothes and shoes. After hes done Y/n attacks his lips with his own.

The kisses are rough and a bit painful because Patrick refuses to be the submissive one. Y/n groans in annoyance and tackles Patrick on the bed so hes under him. Patrick tries to push Y/n off of him but fails just ending up scratching his arms. "You're such a brat Patrick." Y/n says pulling away from the harsh makeout,

"What? You don't like underneath a man like me? Well you better get used to it." Y/n laughs at Patrick before using one of his hands going down to Patrick's cock.

"You're already hard? Wow and the only things we did were just kiss." Y/n doesn't waste anytime jerking off Patrick. "Fuck! L/n s-stop touching me!" Patrick tries to contain his moans but some fall out. "Ohh~l-let me go! fuck!"

Y/n hand doesn't slow down anytime soon he even goes faster up and down every time Patrick begs.

After a while Y/n stops moving his hand with a smirk on his face. Patrick doesn't even notice Y/n's hand not moving and raising his hips up and down into Y/n hand. Y/n lets go of Patrick cock and puts two fingers on Patrick's lip."Suck them."

Patrick didn't want to. At first he bit them because he didn't want to look weak and desperate. Y/n watched him bite his fingers and let out a sigh. "If you keep acting like this i'll just fuck you dry and you get no prep." Y/n warns Patrick but lets out another sigh when Patrick tries to flip him over.

"I warned you Patrick. Now your just getting me fucking irritated." Y/n flips Patrick over so his belly and chest are on the bed but Y/n holds Patrick ass in the air.

Y/n spits a few times on Patrick hole making him mad. "Stop spitting on me Y/n! You're a dirty disgusting bastard!" "Don't you fucking dare put that disgusting cock inside of me---- fuck~" Patrick insult was cut of by his own moan once he felt Y/n cock pushing inside him. "Oh!~ fu-- oh gOD~" Patrick holds the sheets tightly as he feels Y/n moving inside him. "Ju-just shove it in already!~ please just gi--vie me your cock." Y/n decided to be nice and answer Patrick begs by thrusting his cock fully inside him.

Patrick lets out breathy moans feeling Y/n cock go up and down inside of him. "Fa-faster! fuck me faster Y/n!" Patrick hates himself for begging but god Y/n felt too good inside of him he couldn't help it. Y/n snaps his hips into Patrick at a face pace abusing his hole like he was a toy.

Patrick sneaks his hand down to his cock jerking himself off as hes getting fucked.

Y/n take Patrick's arm harshly holding it above his own head pinning his hand down. "Sluts like you aren't allowed to touch themselves without permission" Y/n thrust became aggressive using his free hand to Patrick hair.

Patrick feels Y/n cock twitch inside him and he panics. "No no no! Don't cUm~ inside of me! fu-fuck no!" Patrick's own cock twitches from imagining Y/n cumming inside of him but his mind feels disgusted at the thought.

Y/n thrust quickness searching for Patrick prostate. "Shi~ FuCk oh fuuck~! agaIn hit it again!~ more more please." Patrick screams into the sheets when he feels Y/n cock push against his prostate.

Y/n hits that spot over and over again until Patrick cock is twitching rapidly and aching precum leaking out of the tip. Patrick feels the knot in his stomach become tight and moans words and sentences that don't even make sense. "I'm cumming! fu-fuck i'm cumming! ahhHh!~" Patrick cums hard on the sheets and his head is in full bliss not even feeling Y/n hot cum inside him.

After Patrick gets out of his high he feels something hot and sticky leaking out of him and getting onto his thighs. "Y-you asshole! you dirty bastard I told you not to c-cum inside!" Patrick shouts.

Y/n laughs and says "I couldn't even pull out. Your slutty hole kept me inside~" Y/n teases letting go of Patrick's hand and hair putting both of his hands on Patrick's hips. Y/n snaps his hips deep inside Patrick causing him to yelp out. "fuck~ Y/n give it to me please! I-im your desperate slut please! keep fucking me until I pass out please! Fuck me like that slut I am!~"

"Fuck I hate you Y/n for making me like this!~" Patrick thinks feeling Y/n cock inside of him moving slowly.

"Be a good slut this time Patrick. Then I may let you suck my dick."

THE END

#patrick bateman #american psycho #slashers x male reader #x male reader #male reader #Patrick bateman x male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #slasher x male reader #american psycho x male reader #the bear club

[purpleknighty]

Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Agent!Haerin x Agent!Fem!Reader

Summary: Now a rouge spy, fleeing from the old agency you once worked for, you find yourself at a familiar doorstep you never thought you’d see again.

Warnings/tags: violence, mentions of blood and injuries, small angst, enemies to lovers(?), reader and haerin are off and on, heavy emphasis on communication, misunderstandings(?), tell me if I missed anything else

Tonight has been shit, nothing has worked out in your favor, everything keeps getting worse and worse.

At first, you assumed it was very badly timed coincidences. You walk into a bar for starters, college students being the loudest customers there. 20 minutes into enjoying your drink, a suspicious group of men walk in, eyeing you up and down.

They whisper among each other, stealing glances at your seated frame, but you feel their eyes on the back of your head.

You keep calm, waiting to see who makes the first move. The men do, and as they itch closer, you realize they look like agents that you use to work with.

Fuck that.

You pay for the two drinks you had, a gin tonic and a strawberry sunset, bolting out the doors with the group falling after you.

It becomes an annoying game of cat and mouse, the racing after your car, the unnecessary shooting, the rookie mistakes they keep making, it was all just headache inducing.

That same group purposely took a different route to corner you, five guys in black suits coming out to bring you back to headquarters.

You denied their request upon getting out the car, not caring about how wanted you are within the agency, how much of a target is on your back or how much money the higher uppers are offering these stupid rookies to bring you back.

You could give two shits about it.

Your refusal results in an all-out-brawl, which was very unfair in your case, five guys all jumping one person? Now that’s just plain dirty. You win through experience but you don’t leave the battlefield unscathed, one of those bastard had slashed you with his knife, adding another wound that needs to heal.

At this point, wounded, bleeding and tired and the clock passing midnight. It was best to go home and clean up before resting.

But somehow, your body goes on autopilot. Foot pressing on the gas, hands turning the steering wheel into a familiar place, onto a familiar road and oops, now you’re standing at a familiar doorstep.

This is a bad idea. You should turn back around. It’s all the blood loss getting to your head.

Despite the voices telling you to not follow through, you do it anyways. Knocking with your free hand as the other presses a flimsy cloth over your cut to stop the bleeding.

You wait a few seconds before doing it again, ignoring how slowly you’re starting to become dizzy and lightheaded. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.

Passing out in front of your enemy’s(?) doorstep isn’t a good look on you or anyone.

As you’re about to give up, grumbling curses under your breath, the door opens. A set of cat eyes stare through the cracked door, suspicious but upon seeing your silhouette, the door flys open.

There, she stands in all her sleepy glory. Hair slightly disheveled, sleep shorts with a tank top on adores her body and cat eyes that still make your heart flutter and chest tighten.

Yup, it’s definitely the blood loss now.

“What happened?” She breaks the silence, dark eyes sinking in your injured frame. White shirt now stained red from your blood and others, dark jeans covered in dirt from all the times you were thrown into the ground of that god-awful alleyway.

A dry chuckle leaves your lips, causing you to cough up. “You know,” A half-smile finds its way onto your face. “Being hunted all night, the fun stuff.”

Haerin huffs, making sure the coast is clear by looking down her hallway. Seeing no one but you and her awake at this hour, she gently pulls you in.

“Let’s..” She pauses, eyes lingering on you. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can get out of my house.”

Wow, such a friendly welcoming.

You hiss at the pain, hands gripping the armrest at your sides. You can never get use to this, snitches. No matter how many wounds you have received as your time as an agent, you will never get use to getting snitches.

Your head falls back to lay on the headrest of the office chair, a sigh of relief can be heard, aware this painful procedure is done and over with.

“How did this happen?” Haerin speaks softly, fingertip lightly circling and messaging around the wound as to not hurt you.

You ignore the groan that threatens to spill from your throat, ignoring the feeling of desire everytime you look at Haerin.

You know you can’t have her but that’s what keeps pulling you in, what keeps making you come back.

You run a hand through your hair, utterly exhausted. “Rookie agents were sent after me. Found my ass in a bar downtown.”

You watch Haerin’s brows frown, almost like she’s lost in thought before collecting herself and standing up from her kneeling position.

“Why are you here? You are a target, coming here makes me an enemy as well, you know?” The cat-eyed girl looks back over her shoulder, only to shake her head at seeing you once again, this time bruised and wounded.

“I work for the same agency that’s after you, Y/n. A hefty amount of money is being offered to whoever can successfully bring you back, dead or alive.”

The raven haired traces her pointer finger over the barrel of your pistol that lays unsupervised on her desk, petite fingers are quick to grab the gun, now your own weapon is being pointed at you.

“I could kill you right now. You’re tired, open, and vulnerable. I could end this nuisance and bring you back to headquarters myself.”

She’s right, Haerin could kill you right now and you wouldn’t have the energy to fight back. Your knife is too on her desk but she stands right next to it which puts you at an disadvantage, and she knows you have a big slash on the side of your stomach, another disadvantage to you.

Your life on the line, the barrel to your gun in point blank range to your face, you should be scared.. but you’re not.

You can’t stop thinking about how the moonlight makes Haerin the most beautiful woman alive, even more than she already is. Cat eyes that keep you hooked, a smile or grin or smirk that makes you weak in the knees, or a laugh that makes you wish things were different.

You wished you and Haerin met under different circumstances.

Maybe then things could’ve worked out better between you two.

“Then kill me. You have the opportunity, Haerin. Take it.”

She sighs, arms dropping, a small smile graces her pretty lips.

“You’re so stupid, dingus.”

God, you love when she calls you that.

Miss it even.

A dorky smile breaks out before you can stop it, eyes filled with so much emotion for the cat-eyed woman. You just hope the dimmed moonlight doesn’t expose too much.

Then a harsh jolt of pain flashes up your spine from a simple gesture, reminding you of the real reason why you’re here, why you’re sitting in Haerin’s apartment to begin with.

It ruins the mood greatly.

You go to stand up, abruptly becoming lightheaded and close to losing your balance. Haerin’s eyes widen in worry, rushing to your side as you try to re-focus your vision.

“Sorry,” You murmur, seeing the slight mess you made. “Stood up too quickly.” Haerin frowns, eyes glancing up to your face then back down to your cut.

She bites her lip before speaking, “Stay.” She says it so softly that it scratches your brain in a way that just feels right. “You’re injured.. stay for the night.”

She shyly finishes, not sure if her hands on your arms are there to keep you or her steady, you don’t mind the warmth though.

The request feels tempting, is this how Eve felt when the snake whispered for her to eat the forbidden fruit?

Inner conflict arose, your heart tells you to do it, take her up on her offer. Once in a lifetime opportunity, but your mind says no. It’ll feel good in the moment, but will it help you in the long run?

Haerin is already breaking protocols, giving aid to someone the higher ups deem to be an enemy. If they catch wind of this.. Haerin might be outcasted, thrown out of the agency and ending up in the same situation you’re in.

A wanted agent, a criminal who’s on the run from an organization that’s wants you dead.

Yeah, this was a bad idea after all.

You forcefully have to pull yourself away Haerin’s grasp, choosing to ignore the look of disappointment that comes across her face.

“Where you going?” She breaks the silence, voice quiet, watching your back muscles flex as you reach out for your ruined shirt.

“Leaving.”

Cat eyes stare daggers into you, brows now stuck in a permanent frown.

“Why? I said you can stay for the night.” The feeling of annoyance seeps into your veins, wondering why Haerin’s starting this now.

“No reason. I’m just getting myself out of your hair.”

She stops you from grabbing your gun, the small puddle of annoyance expanding from the action. A sigh of frustration slips pass your lips, running a hand through your hair.

“Haerin.”

“Stay, Y/n. You’re injured.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before.”

“Well, I’m stopping you now.”

Your eye twitches, why won’t she let you leave? She’s let you walked out on multiple occasions, but why now? Why stop you now?

You scoff, now isn’t the time for your emotions to get in the way. You shove past her, grabbing what belongs to you from her desk and making your way through her bedroom door.

But Haerin isn’t one to give up easily (one of many traits that you love about her) and forcefully grabs onto your forearm, halting you for putting your shoes on.

“Haerin- I swear to god—“ But you stop upon looking back at her. Now there’s a clear look of sadness, dark brown eyes are slightly teary and her grip tightens on your skin.

She looks so small and fragile, so vulnerable and soft. Even through your shoving and pushing, Haerin has always been gentle and patient.

Never one to swear, even when upset or angry. Always polite and quiet.

You still can’t fathom why she chose to become an agent with her shy and timid demeanor.

“Please..”

Her voice cracks, trying to push back the sniffles and tears that threaten to fall.

“Stay.. please..”

Her pleads and begs get muffled and drowned out by your lips. Her broken voice echoing through the empty walls of her apartment, almost as if it’s haunting and taunting your very existence.

Your hand finds way to the back of her head, burying itself in her silky locks. The other placed on her waist to pull her closer, needing her scent to linger on your skin.

This kiss feels different, like there’s a hidden message behind it. A message Haerin can’t express with words but can convey with body language.

You pull back when oxygen becomes a problem, your warm breath fanning over her lips and your heat engulfing her into a comforting embrace.

“I’ve missed you..” She whispers, finally spilling. Her palms rest above your chest before scrunching the ruined fabric in her grasp.

“I’ve been worried after everything happened.. I got even more worried when Headquarter started sending agents after you..”

She pauses, observing you quietly as she continues to talk.

It’s one of those rare moments when Haerin talks and never stops.

“Was it really that bad?”

You shrug, not wanting to think about how chaotic your life has been since and focus more on the woman in your arms.

“I broke protocol, and I mean a bunch of them too when I was working. The higher ups have always been strict about their rules.”

She nuzzles into your neck, the act resembling a cat. Your heart speeds up, pumping and butterflies forming.

“You went MIA for months..” You crack a small smile at her voice.

“Had to keep a low profile. Didn’t wanna die so early into my retirement.”

You go to move, which prompts the brunette to cling on to you tighter. God, she’s gonna be the death of you.

“Relax, kitty.” You press a reassuring kiss to her temple, the brief smell of her shampoo easily evaporates any worries you might’ve had for the night.

“Just going to take my shoes off, I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiles into your neck, looking up at you through her lashes, cat eyes instantly turning you smitten. A faint blush creeps over her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears.

Attractive, ethereal, magnificent, beautiful.

Kang Haerin makes you feel alive.

You let your emotions win once again that night, choosing to bask in what it would feel like to fall in love with Haerin without death knocking at your front door.

And honestly.. now you don’t wanna know.

#female reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans imagines #kang haerin x reader #haerin x reader #haerin imagines #kpop gg #girl group imagines

[obsolescent]

Pride

Summary: A thunderstorm ruins your plans of attending Pride with your girlfriend, Jill. But that doesn’t mean you still can’t have your own Pride at home.

Author’s Note: Happy Pride month everyone. This is my first time writing smut, hope you enjoy it.

Content Warnings: Begging, gender neutral terms used for reader, nipple play, P in V sex, squirting, use of sex toys, unprotected sex.

Pairing: trans!Jill Valentine x agender!Reader

Tags: @emilzke, @xxacademy, thank y’all for your help navigating this place, I appreciate it.

Word Count: 2,314

“Oh, damn!” A clap of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder resonated throughout the house. “The forecast didn’t call for rain today, I guess it had other plans.” Jill said, walking up beside you to peer out of the window to the approaching thunderstorm. “Heavens to Betsy…There goes our plans for today.” You exclaim, causing Jill to let out a laugh. “You and your phrases,” Jill says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Sorry, just a bit disappointed, I really wanted to go to Pride with you,” You let out a frustrated sigh and Jill tightens her grip on you. Having her home was few and far between with her job always lurking around the corner, something new popping up that had her gone for sometimes weeks to months.

“Hey, it won’t be so bad, let’s throw our own pride festival here, at home!” Jill said, pecking you on the nose and grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. “If it ain’t too much trouble, what do you have in mind?” You asked, intrigued. “Well, for starters, we can make some pride themed food, dress up in what we were going to wear to the festival, play some games, and watch some LGBT movies?” She proposed, glancing back at you. “That sounds like a lot of fun! Thank you, honey, you always know how to make a situation better.” you responded, smiling.

So you spent the day with Jill making the most of pride at home, baking cupcakes with sprinkles inside and out, some with different pride flags iced on top. You dressed in some comfortable clothing with your Agender pin attached to your top, with Jill sporting her transgender colored tie-dyed tank top and some high-waisted blue shorts. Pulling out some games, you sit and play rounds of Monopoly and 31 While snacking on the treats. “Ugh, how are you so good at these games,” You mutter, losing, once again, for the fourth time in a row. “It’s just luck!” Jill exclaims, taking the cards back from you and shuffling them once more. “How about we watch some of those movies now?” You asked, “Tired of getting your ass handed to you?” Jill replied. “Oh, hush your mouth!” You guffawed, standing up and putting the board game back into its box and proper place on the shelf, before making your way to the couch.

Jill stands up as well, walking towards the couch and plopping down beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder. She begins to scroll through the applications, navigating to the LGBT category. “Anything in particular catching your eye?” She asks, slowly flipping through the options. You ain’t paying much attention, too busy staring at her profile. Her short brown hair tucked behind her ear, beautiful blue eyes with a sparkle always in them, full lips formed into a slight smile. As the years progressed between you two, she began to become more comfortable with touch, from hardly holding hands, to now, always touching you in some way. Watching her become relaxed and feeling safe around you filled you with warmth. You knew it was hard to be open with what little details you had of her job, but being with Jill has truly been some of the best times you’ve had. Her cheerful demeanor, always willing to give a helping hand, a truly selfless person that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with.

“You sure you want to watch some movies, or just me?” You’re snapped back to the present with Jill staring at you, grinning. “Oh, good Lord!” You exclaim, blushing and looking away. She laughs, kissing your head, “So cute, always so easy to fluster,” She chuckles. “What were you thinking about anyways?” She asks, causing your blush to deepen moreso. “Well, just about me and you, is all.” You respond, fiddling with the hem of your top. “Oh? Like what?” She presses, leaning closer to you. “Uh, well, just appreciatin’ you, thinking of how special you are to me...” You trail off. If your face could get redder, it would light on fire. “Huh, is that so?” She replies back, the arm around your shoulder slowly moving down your back, grasping your waist and pulling you closer to her. “Look at me, baby.” You lift your head up to look at her, unable to make eye contact, you pin your gaze to her exposed ear. “All the way now,” she says, cupping her hand around your jaw and directing your stare to her eyes. “So shy, love that about you. So easy to make you red in the face. You sure that’s all you were thinking about?” She asks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. “Y-yeah it was,” You reply back, stuttering some.

“A shame, though, thought you may have been thinking about…Other activities we could participate in for our at-home Pride fest.” She muses, smirking. “I mean, w-we definitely could if you wanted to?” You squeak out, knowing what she was referring to. “I want to hear you say it.” She replies, “Come on, I know you can do it.” God. You take a deep breath and exhale, “Maybewecouldhavesex?” You say in one breath. She laughs, patting your cheek. “Alright, good enough.” She stands, picking you up with a squeal and wrapping your legs around her waist. “So easy to rile you up,” She snickers, burying her face into your neck and kissing there. “Ah, well, I ain’t like this to everyone, You know,” you reply back, tilting your head to the side for better access. “I know, just for me, baby.” She hums, beginning to walk towards your bedroom.

Entering and setting you down atop the bed, Jill bends down and captures your lips. Grabbing both sides of your face and titling your head back for better access, tugging on your hair, a sign she wants you to open your mouth. You comply, letting your tongues glide and twirl with each other. As you kiss, your hands explore each other’s bodies, light grazes across dips and curves. Pulling away, Jill removes her top and bra, revealing her breasts. You reach out to trace her chest, finger circling before flicking her nipples, hardening them. Moaning, Jill says, “Baby’s so shy but also such a tease, huh?” You giggle, responding, “Not teasing, just like hearing your noises, seeing your reactions.” Jill smirks at you, coming closer and beginning to disrobe you. “Well, I think it’s time I get to hear some of your sounds, baby.” Clothes now fully removed from your body, Jill lays you back against the bed, staring down at you. “You’re marvelous,” She whispers, trailing kisses down your face, neck, over the scars on your chest, before cupping and fondling the remaining tissue. Slipping a nipple into her mouth and sucking, you arch your back and whine. “Feel good? Know how sensitive your nipples are, bet I can get you to cum just from fondling them, Couldn’t I?” She teases, taking her finger to the other nipple and rubbing it back and forth. “God…Please, give me more.” You beg, running your fingers through her short hair.

“Beg some more for me, and I’ll let you know,” She laughs at your groaning, throwing your head back into the pillows. She continues her ministrations, switching her finger and mouth between each nipple, lighting tugging on each with her teeth. Your hole clenching around nothing, gushing. “Fuck, please please just, God, give me more, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” You wail, clenched hands gripping the sheets as frustrated tears escape your eyes. “What I want, baby, is for you to keep begging, just like that.” Jill mutters against your chest, never ceasing her attention from your sensitive buds. “Fuck!” you cry out, reaching down to palm her stiff cock straining against her shorts. “Please Jill, need you so bad, need your cock in me now,” rocking your hips up against her thigh. “Oh, Goddamn..” She moans, bucking her hips against your hand. “No, not yet. Hands off, back at your sides.” she says, grabbing your hip to still you. Keening, you grip the bed sheets again. “If you don’t behave, I can keep this up for hours,” Jill responds, gliding her hand from your hips and lightly brushing over your bottom growth. “GOD no please, I’ll behave, just need you so bad, baby…” You whimper, tears staining your cheeks. “I know, just be good for a bit longer, love playing with you,” Coming up to whisper against your lips before enveloping you in a passionate kiss. 

Tongues clashing, rubbing against one another in a sloppy manner that has saliva running down your chins. Jill’s hand gliding down your body, squeezing and pinching along the way. She leans over, rummaging in the night stand’s drawer before retrieving a vibrator. Without turning it on, she runs it down your body slowly, following the path her hand had just taken. “My needy little thing, you want this so bad, huh?” Jill says mockingly, lightly shaking the vibrator side to side. “I can’t take anymore, Jill. Please, I’ve been so good!” You cry, nodding your head. Suddenly, Jill grabs your legs and lifts them to her shoulders while simultaneously turning the vibrator on and pressing it against you. Squealing at the sudden change of position and sensation. “Good baby, keep making those noises for me,” She says, kissing at your thighs as she moves the vibrator in slow circles, then up and down your cunt.

She inserts two fingers, already prepared by how wet you’ve become, your praises a chorus of endless “yes yes yes” “please don’t stop” and “fuck me please”. Jill takes her fingers and vibrator away and turns it off, leaving you wailing at the loss of sensation. “Don’t worry, It’ll all be back soon,” She says, quickly discarding her shorts and underwear. Picking your legs up and resuming the position they were at before, she taps her cock against your opening, chuckling, “Gotta knock before entering,” “Oh my LORD if you don’t fuck me right–” Your words are cut off by her sinking into you while reapplying the vibrator to your growth, turning it on to the highest setting. Shrieking, all you can do is hold onto her shoulders while she pumps into your heat.

“Oh FUCK baby, you feel amazing,” She groans, watching your fucked out expression on your face. “Must be feeling real good for you too, baby? Wanna hear you scream.” You obliged, no longer holding back any sounds that escape your mouth. “Don’t stop please Jill keep fucking me please, you feel so so good I need you so bad just keep giving me your cock!” You yell, the lightning and thunder outside doing little to drown out both of your noises. Jill’s thrusting matching to the way she’s rubbing the vibrator across your engorged bundle of nerves has you reeling, wishing to forever be in this moment with her. At one powerful thrust and jolt of the vibrations has you seeing Heaven, a spurt of liquid shooting out of your cunt onto Jill’s abdomen. “Fuck baby, keep squiritng for me. Right there, yeah?” Jill moans, picking up on the exact location. Tensing up, keening as spurt after spurt leaves you. “Oh, oh God I’m close, please can I cum?” You whimper, gripping Jill’s shoulders tighter. “Of course baby, cum all over my cock.” Jill says, bending down and ensnaring you into a kiss.

Your orgasm washes through your body like a coursing river, weeping and shouting Jill’s name over and over again. Your hole clenching so tightly around Jill as she continues to thrust, prolonging your finish. Groaning, Jill’s movements begin to falter. “Oh fuck I’m about to cum, gonna fill you up, huh?” She continues to keep the vibrator against you, quickly building to another release. “Please please cum in me, need you inside me so bad, give it all to me!” You yell, another orgasm leaving you limp against the bed. Jill lets out a long moan before slamming her hips flush against you, finishing deep in you. You both stay like that, panting, recovering from your earth shattering orgasms. Hovering over you, she brushes some of your hair out of your face. “God baby, you did so good. You okay? Hurting anywhere?” She asks, petting your face. “No, I’m okay. I feel amazing,” You reply hoarsley, having strained your voice from all the belting you were doing.

Laughing, Jill answers, “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” She pulls out of you, watching her cum spill out of you onto the sheets, admiring how fucked out of it you are. She gets up off the bed and retrieves a wet cloth, cleaning you up, leaving kisses wherever the rag touches. Finishing, she tosses the cloth into the clothes hamper, before settling down beside you. You roll over onto your side and throw your legs over hers, burying your face into her chest. Kissing the top of your head, she begins to snicker. “What’s so funny?” You ask, voice muffled from your position. “Glad we could go out with a bang this year for Pride.” She responds, laughing. “Oh my God.” You exclaim, raising your head to meet her gaze. “That’s…so corny.�� You giggle, while she pulls you closer, still chuckling. You soon fall into a comfortable silence, laying in each other’s arms while the rain beats down upon the roof. “I love you, so much,” Jill suddenly whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, darlin’, so very much,” you reply back, reaching up to caress her face. You’re met with the brightest smile you’ve seen on someone before. You smile back, leaning up to capture her lips in another kiss, while the rain lulls you two into a peaceful sleep. 

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Sander Sides Season Two Finale: Thoughts and Wants

    Okay, so if you’re here, you likely know how Sander Sides is doing. It’s broken all our hearts and all we can do is write fanfiction and theories as we slowly edge our way to the season two finale. Emphasis on slowly because anyone who’s been part of the fandom for at least a couple months knows Thomas is insanely slow when it comes to releasing new episodes. So slow that the last true Sander Sides episode was more than two years ago, and that was an Asides video. For two years we have been waiting for a follow up to Working THROUGH Intrusive Thoughts! But us Fanders don’t judge. Thomas is an adult, so should be allowed to take as much time as he needs for the sake of his health; and while he takes his sweet time, we have time to craft theories on what this season finale beholds. And that’s why we’re here today.

    Hello, I’m Bizarrio, and today I will share my predictions of what I think—and want—to happen in the Sander Sides season two finale. Quick disclaimer, the only two things we know for certain about the finale is that there will be a lot of songs and that it is planned to be four parts long. So there is no way I’ll be able to guess everything that’s going to happen. Anyways, I’ve stalled enough, let’s get to the part you’re here for.

The Structure

    Four parts is a lot of parts, but I think I’ve made a formula that the finale could follow.

    The first part will introduce the first problem, a simple problem that would be addressed in any Sander Sides episode, from dealing with an issue Thomas has to answering a question about life. In part one, the sides will try to find a solution to said problem. But as the episode goes on, it gets more and more clear that their action and the way they treat each other is stemming from something far deeper than this simple issue. And at the end of the episode, this is confirmed when one of the sides does something drastic, whether it be blurting out something they shouldn’t have or even physically hurting another side.

    This leads to part two, where everyone tries to discuss the real problem. In this part, they will try to find the problem and what’s causing it. After finding the problem, they will make a solution that leads to one of the sides being unhappy, which will lead to that side breaking down, causing the events of part three.

    In part three, the actual cause of the problem is revealed. And this side’s problems will be on full display, showing a level of despair we haven’t seen of him to this point.

    Now knowing the real root of the issue, the fourth and final part would be about Thomas and the other sides comforting the side in their breakdown. They would then find the true solution to the problem. And after they find this solution, Thomas gives his final speech about what he’s learned, kisses Hello Fresh’s feet, and shows us the end card, where we can finally prepare for season three.

The Plot

    So that’s what I think the structure will be, but that’s not a plot, so who’s it with?

    Well, for starters, the finale will likely focus on one side, and based on recent events, I think that this side will be Roman. Roman’s insecurity has been present since the very beginning and has only gotten worse. And throughout the entirety of season two, he’s been forced to compromise his wants or admit that he is in the wrong, especially in more recent episodes. So I feel like it would be suitable for the finale to be about him. I feel like with the structure I set up, he wouldn’t be the main focus of part one and a portion of part two, but the rest of the parts would definitely start to focus on him, putting him in full center.

    And since the finale is Roman centered, the first problem in part one is gonna have a lot to do with him. And that problem will be about Nico.

    I think the first conflict will be Thomas trying to decide if he should make a move on Nico. This could be anything from taking him somewhere to straight confessing. I don’t really know, but regardless, Roman is absolutely rooting for Thomas to go for it. Janus and Patton on the other hand, think that it would be a terrible mistake.

    Janus thinks that Thomas isn’t in the right headspace to start any relationships, and should be focusing on himself. And from what Patton said about Nico in the five year anniversary, we can tell that he isn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of him. I assume that he’s likely scared of the heartache that would occur if the relationship failed. And after some recent—and totally uninfluential not upsetting—events, I feel like he would also see the merit in Thomas focusing on Thomas.

    Things look bad for Roman(and they will be later)but it’s okay. He’s not outnumbered, for he has a very smart, and very cool guy on his side, who also believes that it is reasonable for Thomas to take this chance: Virgil.

    When confronted with the issue, Virgil sides with Roman almost immediately, which is a huge shock to everyone. Virgil says that Thomas should get it over with because Thomas has no way of knowing how much time he has, so if he doesn’t do it now, he may never get the chance.

    So yeah, part one would mainly be Roman and Virgil vs Patton and Janus as they try to convince Thomas why he should or shouldn’t make the moves on Nico. Patton and Janus’ argument is that it’s the wrong time to do it, while Roman and Virgil’s argument is that this may be the only time. And Roman and Virgil will be absolute couple goals as team up and absolutely obliterate Janus—figuratively. 

    Also, all the multiple-part episodes so far have involved going to another side’s room. And since this is a Roman centered finale, he’ll take Thomas and the other sides to his room to prove his point about taking risks, and that’s where they’ll be for the rest of the finale. I imagine his room to be vibrant and shiny, covered with shades of red and pink, white, and gold. It’s also very cluttered and messy, with discarded papers and costumes scattered all over the ground, and posters, artwork, and Thomas’ biggest accomplishments hung on every wall. So much stuff is in there, it almost feels claustrophobic. And the different rooms have different effects based on the side it represents. I think that Roman’s room would cause Thomas and the other sides to lose touch with reality, and become fixated on their desires.

    *Insert song about time and when you should and shouldn’t take chances.*

    But things aren’t all well, for as the episode goes on, the argument gets more and more tense, especially Virgil’s argument. And at the end of part one, Virgil blurts out something along the lines of, 

    “Of course it’s a bad idea! But which is worse? Losing one friend by making a bad choice, or losing all of your friends to him?” Virgil would be referring to Janus of course. This shocks everyone—especially Roman—and reveals Virgil’s true intentions.

    You see, there was more to Virgil’s quick decision than just time. In fact, he never thought Thomas should do it at all. The real reason he was telling Thomas to do it is because he didn’t want Thomas to listen to Janus. It’s clear through every interaction he and Janus have that Virgil hates him, and doesn’t believe that he should be trusted ever. And from recent episodes, it’s shown that Virgil has even started resenting Patton. So I feel like Virgil would be much more happy if Thomas listened to Roman than Patton and Janus.

    Then in part two, they discuss the real problem. After discussing this, Virgil finally accepts that it would be better if Thomas didn’t confess his love, and that it doesn’t make Thomas a bad person to listen to Janus this time. And it seems that everyone is satisfied…

    But wait.

    What about Roman? He’s not satisfied. He didn’t get what he wanted. Time and time again, Roman has given up on his desires, making compromise after compromise for Thomas’s sake. And once again, he’s the one who has to sacrifice his happiness. He’s the one who gets the short end of the stick. He’s the one who gets called out for his poor decisions. And do they even care? They act like they care, but it’s only really for their own gain.

    Nobody understands. Nobody cares.

   Tired of this cycle, Roman snaps. He kicks all the other sides out of his room, putting all focus on him. And in part three, Roman makes a pitiful final attempt at convincing Thomas to confess to Nico. And all of his insecurities are displayed.

    *Insert absolutely heartbreaking song about how everything Roman does is for Thomas and how he feels worthless because his contributions seem less important and even more harmful than the others.*

    Near the end of part three, or the beginning of part four, the other sides return. Or maybe Roman brings them back? Or maybe he never kicked them out in the first place and he shut them up a different way? I don’t know. But the sides are there. And in part four, they all comfort Roman, claiming that he is important and helpful, and that they wouldn’t be where they are now without him. Patton apologizes for misleading him, and Janus apologizes for taking advantage of him. And I think it would be cool if Virgil had a beautiful speech about Roman, similar to Roman’s speech about him in Accepting Anxiety. Considering that Virgil was Roman’s final straw, and that he hasn’t tried to be nice to Roman as Roman has to him, I think it would be a nice way to bring things all together.

    *Insert song about how everyone will always love and appreciate Roman and how he is just as important as everyone else and how Roman and Virgil should totally kiss when this is over.* 

    And after everyone says what they want to say, and Roman starts to feel better, they go back to Thomas’s living room. Thomas comes to a compromise that makes everyone happy, and he finishes the video off with what he’s learned: Acceptance and the merit to taking risks.

    And then he tells us about Hello Fresh and how it’s the superior way of eating.

    Wait a minute. I think I’m forgetting someone. Someone who’s really important to the series, and could add some really interesting—and even logical—points to the argument…

    Oh yeah, what about Remus?

Remus and the Orange Side

    If the finale is centered around Roman, then Remus has to be there by obligation. A main theme within it would be Roman’s insecurity, and we know that Remus is one of his biggest. So it simply wouldn’t make sense for him to not be there.

    In the finale, Remus is just gonna be himself. He’s not gonna pick a side or provide helpful information. No, he’s going to make the same discomforting jokes and taunt everyone, making them feel worse than they already do, especially Roman. 

    As entertaining as he is though, I don’t see him actually contributing to the plot, other than making things worse. I don’t even see him apologizing to Roman in part four. At most, he’ll begrudgingly apologize for killing him after Janus looks at him sternly.

    What I do see however, is some major foreshadowing. When Remus isn’t making inappropriate comments about the situation or blatantly insulting Roman, he’ll try to bring up completely random things that have absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. Thomas and the other sides will brush it off as Remus being his usual self, but those remarks will actually be information of the orange side, and foreshadowing of what he will do in season three.

    Speaking of the orange side, what will he be doing?

    Honestly, I have no clue, which is why I haven't talked about him so far. It’s pretty clear that the orange side is linked to anger and negativity in some way, and likely has the ability to take control of others when they're upset. And you can’t exactly say Roman’s content during the finale. So it would make sense for orange to reveal himself at this time.

    But apart from what he could represent and one of his abilities, we know absolutely nothing about him. And since we don’t know his personality or even his goals, I can’t tell you how he would act in the finale.

    Additionally, I also think that a lot has happened in season two so far. The series has grown to be really complex with all its different plot points. And this finale is definitely going to be the effect of all this complicated commotion. So adding the orange side into the mix might make it too complicated. I’m not saying that it couldn’t work or that Thomas can’t make it work, I just feel like the orange is an issue better left to address in season three.

The Other Stuff

    There’s also a couple of other things I want to talk about that didn’t really fit in with the other stuff, but weren’t big enough to earn their own section, so I put it all here.

    Firstly, I find it very possible that there will be a common analogy in the finale. I’m referring to how Logan and Roman used visuals to prove their points in Why Do We Get Out of Bed In The Morning?, and the whole video game theme in Putting Others First. I think it would be cool if it had a cartoon theme where every side has their own art style. Though, for the finale, it might be more fitting to reference different musicals, since Roman is deeply obsessed with theater. And it would explain why there’s so much music in the finale. But that’s more of a cool idea than an actual prediction.

    Second, I’d like to talk about Dark Roman, or Roman becoming an antagonist. I don’t think he can become a darkside, since the dark sides are just parts of Thomas that he hasn’t accepted as good yet, and Thomas already knows that Roman can be a positive influence, even if Roman doesn’t feel like it. That being said, I can definitely see him dealing with not being Thomas’s hero by doubling down on the antagonist thing, and becoming a “villain.” It would also be a good way to involve the orange side.

    However, I also feel like even if Roman really tried, he wouldn’t really be that big of an enemy. He may be trying to embrace his evil side, but at the end of the day, he still cares about the other sides and especially Thomas. And I feel like this care for them would hold him back from doing something truly evil. Besides, we already have an evil Roman! And I feel having one of those around is plenty enough.

    Also, I think Thomas’ living room should still be messy, showing that he still hasn’t cleaned it after Working THROUGH Intrusive Thoughts.

    And Janus should get his own song. It could be about literally anything, just give him a song. He’s earned it.

    So, yeah. Those are the things I think will and want to happen in the Sander Sides season two finale. Of course this doesn’t fill in every detail, it would be impossible to guess everything that will happen. And there’s no way everything I’ve said will actually happen. So I’d like to see your thoughts too. Anyways, that will be all, so goodbye every-

    Wait. Wait. Hold on a second. I’m forgetting something. Something I’ve seemed to ignore despite being very important to the series. Something that’s been here since the very beginning, and has been a part of some of the best moments in the show. Something all the fans have grown to love…

    What about the end credits!

The End Credits

    The end credits have shown us some of the cutest scenes within the whole series, and have provided some really interesting foreshadowing and tension as well. So we have to talk about them!

    The end credits of part one will be all the sides berating Thomas for leaving on such a cliffhanger. He’ll try to reassure them by saying that part two will come out really soon, but absolutely no one will believe him.

    The things I’ve said so far have been speculation or headcanon, but this one is actually correct. After all the time we’ve waited, it would be such a missed opportunity to not make the joke. So this will be the first end credit or else. No, no, I’m kidding… Or am I?

    We’re at the second end credit, and at this point, I’m sure you can tell I’ve been leaving someone out… And it’s Joan!

    No, this joke has gone on for long enough. As you can tell, I’ve been avoiding Logan. And it’s not just because I don’t see him having a place in a Roman centered episode. In fact, I do see him in it.

    He would call both sides irrational, and propose a compromise. (The same compromise they make in the final part…) But he would be ignored as the other sides try to talk over each other. And it would be especially bad this episode. So much that he would quit trying and leave the conversation, similar to how he did in Moving On and Putting Others First. Only this time, no one will be there to notice or care…

    And that’s where the end credits come in.

    The second end credit will show Logan right after he leaves to his room. He starts to talk to himself about how frustrated he is about being pushed aside so often. He talks about feeling unwanted and possibly unneeded as Janus is slowly taking his place as the voice of reason.

    The third end credit continues his monologue, showing him grow more and more upset. 

    We finally reach the fourth end credit and Logan is completely furious. But his monologue gets cut off when Remus enters his room, he of course immediately masks his anger. He tells Logan about everything he missed and how they came to the exact same conclusion he was trying to push, only to be ignored. This breaks Logan’s composure, and he starts lamenting all his frustrations to Remus. Remus interrupts him, claiming that the root of the issue is that he doesn’t stand out enough, and that all he needs to do is be as loud as they are. They then turn to Logan’s door as they hear footsteps; Remus smiles. We see a glimpse of the man at the door. Perhaps we see an orange-hazed silhouette, or a pair of shoes we have yet to see. Or maybe, just maybe, we even hear his voice,

    “I can help with that…”

Conclusion

    And that’s everything I think will and want to happen in the Sander Sides season two finale, for real this time.

    And as I said before, almost anything can happen, so I’m bound to be wrong about something. Thomas has also said that he plans to to get at least parts one and two out by the end of the year, so we’ll get to see any day now.

     And in the end, while I may not know exactly what will happen, I do know that this finale will leave us laughing, crying, and absolutely hyped for season three. I am so excited for the finale, and I know I’ll love it, regardless of what happens.

    Goodbye everyone.

#sanders sides #ts sides #thomas sanders #ts spoilers #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders

[i-send-you-random-asks]

Re-the toothpaste ask.

For starters I'd make it have a food-save water soluble adhesive, so it actually stays on your toothbrush until you put it into your mouth.

I'd also include tiny virus particles which contain CRISPR CAS sequences. These sequences will do the following things in specific cells:

excrete a chemical which slowly destroys the enamel near certain cells in the dentin;

the same cells will excrete a substance that will go through the enamel, this substance will then react to certain substances in the toothpaste, growing the teeth there;

cause cell division within the pulp and the dentin, so that it grows into the cavity destroyed by the first sequences;

excrete a substance in other cells which also goes through the dentin and reacts with stuff in the toothpaste, but this time to shrink the enamel there.

These features would then combine in a way that morphs the teeth into a carnivorous maw.

Also, tiny amounts of poison. Not enough to actually cause harm, but enough to build up an immunity.

You are absolutely insane. Because my english is shit I do not understand 25% of what you have written.

And of course you had to add poison. You absolute menace.

#yellow dog

[emilycollins00]

Autumn troupe + SAD!GAD! reader

To one of my lovely besties 💕

Attention: Slight mentions of anxiety and such! Not too much, but just in case wanted to put it here. Good ending tho! <3

Please enjoy! 💕

Okay so! I their reactions to someone with these characteristics does depend of course on who you come in contact with, because all of them have different layers of approaching the situation:

Taichi

Becomes a ball of nerves when you threaten to cry. If you do he might as cry well!!

As time passes, decides to share things about himself with you.

He doesn’t know what you go through and he’s not going to pretend to, but! wants you to know he’s someone you can feel at ease with, at of course he thinks you learning more about him could help. Maybe that way you won’t find him as scary?

Will probably use jokes to diffuse any awkwardness or discomfort during interactions, and will be over the moon if you laugh.

Omi

So, so patient.

Catches on quickly about what might be going on is might become a tad protective.

Definitely eager to help you not feel tense around him and the others -anything to help you, he’s ready to do.

Lets you take the lead and control the pace of your interactions, always with a gentle smile. If he feels you are a bit over the edge, he will give you all the space needed while leaving some sweets on the table <3

Banri

After any answer or comment you say as a response that clearly made you want to be swallowed in a hole, he begins to use open-ended conversation starters, something to make sure you shift your attention to something trivial.

If he notices you need help, often supports you in ways that don't add let’s say pressure. I’m thinking about indirect support like suggesting equipment, resources, or offering assistance from a distance.

Proud when you answer him or the others back, even if it's a short answer.

Tends to remember many things, so if he knows there’s something in particular you need, he’ll be sure to mention it so that you don’t feel awkward in certain silences.

Juza

Your encounters are a bit awkward at first. Juza's is also someone who adapts slowly so your interactions might take a bit to be called, conversations.

He sees the way you react when he and the others arrives so he usually tries to make the least movement and noises.

This is mainly due to him being one of the most understanding when it comes to the situations you experience, already aware of his own presence and the impact it might have.

As such, he tries to avoid the pressure you feel regarding his height and deep voice by not standing too close to you, opting to sit if possible.

Sakyo 

Watches your body language and behaviour from moment one, even though he may not act like it.

Picks up immediately your uneasiness around many of them with the exception of director.

King of respect. Seeing as you prefer not to engage in one-on-one, Sakyo will most likely ask Izumi to delay the information and if not, will leave a note or message.

Azami

Azami isn't the most social person either, he doesn't actively try to engage regularly in conversations. Simple greetings are good for you both.

Will most likely avoid personal questions or just questions that could turn more private, respecting your boundaries.

He knows how it’s like not wanting to share more than needed, so he’s really empathetic about this.

Usually if he needs your help he goes for activities that don’t require constant conversation and that can be done in separate paces.

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“Here we are. Impressive, right? I even managed to stock it like an inventory!”

You grimace. If the storage could ask for help, you were sure it would be doing so right now. The room felt cramped, stacks of equipment towering over you like a fortress.

Matsukawa goes inside and you follow without much enthusiasm. He has yet to turn to look at you though, engrossed in an unbroken monologue of self-praise, evidently delighted at the chance of showing someone the product of his work.

While carrying your own boxes of equipment, you shift your weight uncomfortable. You wish you could muster the courage to get him to focus. In truth, you would have preferred he left you alone to take a look around but alas, he was the one who supposedly knew where all Mankai’s props were.

Supposedly.

“I-It will be just a minute!” his confidence had quickly dropped after the initial entrance. “I think I might have misplaced the props director asked me to select for you— but they must be here I’m sure!”

You bite your lip as you watch him look inside some more boxes. Izumi had requested your help —being on your way to becoming a property designer and all that— and you had been more than glad for the opportunity, but the current situation felt overwhelming.

“I thought I asked you to rearrange all the upper shelves and throw what wasn’t necessary.”

A sudden, harsh and accusatory voice cuts through the air, freezing both the rustling of boxes and your racing thoughts. Honestly, an incoming bear might have given you less of an internal freak-out — because of course the voice belonged to another man. Just your luck.

You notice the manager flinches and you feel a pang of sympathy for him. You really wouldn't want to be in his skin either. "Sa-Sakyo-san!" the initial disorder in the storage upon your arrival had transformed into an even more distressing sight after he had begun the search for the props.

“I did!" he exclaims, maneuvering to find a path between the piles of boxes. "Just yesterday you could almost see the walls in between the shelves, and let me tell you it has cost me sweat, tears and quite a few scratches!”

There's a pause. You and the blond man scanned the room. If anything had been removed, it didn’t seem like it. As if the room itself tried to make a point, a few objects squeezed too tightly together toppled to the floor.

“I don’t think you are making the point you think you are.”

You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I mean, you never do. It was supposed to be a muttered remark to yourself— a feeble attempt at humor to conceal yourself from the escalating discomfort. The comment however seems to catch the attention of the scary looking yakuza still standing on the doorframe. He crosses his arms, sighs, and to your luck, focuses on you.

You immediately feel the need to apologize even though you had nothing to do with their problem.

“You must be Y/N.” he says instead, pushing his glasses up and visibly choosing to ignore the chaos in front of you two. “My name is Sakyo, I don't believe we've worked together before. Our director had a last-minute emergency with another troupe and she told me to…"

His lips keep moving but you barely listen to anything afterward. Izumi wasn’t going to be there while you worked? The information hits you like a train. Heck, you might as well have started to cry right there at the idea of being surrounded by men all alone.

"Traitor." you whisper betrayed. Your voice is barely audible, almost lost in the expanse of the hall, but there is a sudden thought that tells you the blond man with glasses might have very well heard you again. So you cough, hiding your initial reaction the best you can and try to recompose yourself. “I, uh, yeah. I came to fix your props.”

Great job, Y/N.

You stood there, lips pursed, nervously nibbling the inside of your cheek, half-expecting a similar reaction to what Matsukawa had received. Instead, the atmosphere shifts almost imperceptibly.

You kind of notice he subtly moves a few steps away from you, though it could also have been your imagination— There was a lot to keep up with. He then speaks again.

“I assume you have your own schedule to keep. I will manage over here. You can go first and set up your equipment. I believe our carpenter has left some tables set on the stage since it’s the place that has the widest space for you to work while getting a signal.”

Stunned, you nod. He offers a small nod in return, giving you directions to get there before addressing the issue at hand with Matsukawa, annoyance flickering once again across his features.

“And you. How many times do I have to tell you that pushing boxes doesn’t equal…”

The scolding echoed as you left the storage.

.

.

.

Mankai's theatre wasn't as big as other theatres you had worked at, so at first, it feels like a cozy haven rather than an intimidating workplace. You soon reach the stage and begin to set up your equipment, beginning to create some props. Surely Izumi would finish before—

“Hello?”

You freeze at the unexpected male noise coming from one of the wings. “Don’t come closer.”

Here we go again.

The young man that had appeared stopped immediately of course. He stood taller than most people, his presence looming over you even from where you were. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in so suddenly.” His relaxed smile did little to ease your tension, especially with his imposing height. After a few seconds of silence on his part, maybe waiting for you to say everything was fine again and he could move again, confusion showed on his face. “…Is everything okay?”

You barely swallowed. Why was your mouth so damn dry? Come on Y/N, say something. “Yeah, um, I’m—  organizing the equipment and stuff is also on the floor so—  it’s messy here.”

Another pause. You whine inwardly and again feel like crying. You watch the actor —at least you think he is an actor— study the situation, and something might have clicked, since he finally nods.

“Of course. I will leave in a bit, my phone just died...” he takes it from his pocket and shows you the black screen, as if to show proof he wasn't lying. “And I was supposed to meet with the others here.”

You nod curtly, and opt to focus on your work. Hopefully he doesn't begin to make up conversation if he sees you concentrated.

Minutes go by and amidst the silence you can't help but steal a glance at him. You notice a distinctive scar etched across his chin, giving him quite the menacing image—  His demeanour however emitted an air of calmness that clashed starkly with the anxiety boiling within you.

"Excuse me. Do you need help with that?" his offer breaks the silence, gesturing toward a set of props in your hands. The tool had been quite fragile, so you had wanted to carry it as securely as possible. Maybe too secure. You had been fighting with it for a few minutes, and Omi seemed to have noticed your struggle.

He offers you a smile when you look his way. “I’m Omi, by the way. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself from the start and entered without warning.”

“Ah, no it’s— ” the fact that he had been so far so attentive makes your cheeks burn. “Um, my name is Y/N, I’m a property designer… if I can properly schedule a meeting with my anxious thoughts before work.” The self-deprecating joke masking your escalating nerves might have been too much. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that.”

To your surprise he lets out a soft chuckle. “It's fine, I understand. I’m a part-time photographer so I also get nervous when I have to go alone somewhere for the first time. Especially when I have eyes on me.”

You doubt that was true (weren’t they all actors?) but if he had wanted to calm you —albeit unknowing to him the fact that him being a man was the terrifying part—  you felt it worked a bit. He had managed to get closer to you during the exchange, and you didn’t feel as tense as before.

Today was getting weird.

“Then, would you mind if I try to open it?” he asks again.

It took a while. Or maybe it just seemed like that to you. Omi didn’t make the slightest comment or movement that indicated you were taking way too long though. You walked towards him. You hand trembled slightly as you reached out to him. With a shaky breath, you handed him the prop. Omi’s gaze softened.

"Thank you for coming to give us a hand." his words are gentle, his tone a blend of reassurance and warmth while he places the tool on the table. “Work for this new play has been quite hectic and none of us know much about fixing props so when director said—”

“’s anyone home?”

“We’ve come to help! Director-sensei told us not we didn’t have to, but we thought it would be good to— Oh, Omi-kun you made it!”

“Hello.”

“Sup.”

This was bad.

Near you, Omi notices how you had completely frozen at the entrance of his troupemates. He turns and begins to walk up to them. “Hey Taichi, everyone.”

They are good kids so while they might seem scary you have nothing to be concerned about! Besides, I’ll be there with you as much as possible.

You remember her comment over the phone yesterday. “How about I surprise you with a sudden burst of irrational concerns then…” the comment echoes the place, their attention directed toward you. You whimper. They were bulky, tall and absolutely intimidating in your eyes.

To your surprise, the redhead laughs. “Hey, that sounded like Tsuzuru-san just know!”

You yelp and you bit your lip. The rest of the actors had begun to walk almost where you stood, their collective gaze intensifying your unease. Part of your brain tells you they are only being friendly, but you feel like prey under scrutiny.

“You must be Y/N! Are those the new props we will use?”

The red head (Taichi?) appears in the blink of an eye in front of you. His eyes move in awe from one tool to another, humming lightly and above all, talking non-stop.

The proximity was too much, too fast.

“Oh wow, this is so cool! Look, Ban-chan!”

Before you can process it, someone else begin to lean in as well to inspect your equipment.

“Sweet.” The young man mentions, his expression one of approval. “Is this going to be—”

“If any of you get any closer I swear I will cry.”

Words tumbled out before you could stop them. There it was, your usual way to threaten people to leave your personal space. Some tended to find it funny. Others not so much. Your stress picks up just by imagining their reactions.

“Settsu, stop intimidatin' them.”

“Uh?! I don’ think ya should be the one to talk, fuckface.”

"I wasn't the one who was putting their nose in the work of others."

"How are you so sure they didn't mean your..."

As those two bicker, Taichi put his hands together, worried. “I'm sorry! We got too excited. We’re not bad tho, just so you know!”

“Tell that to that resting-bitch face over there.”

"Guys you are not helping!"

Omi chuckles while the one with dark black hair next to him rolls his eyes. “Great first impression.”

You blink. You were not sure what was happening but you felt… calmer. Or at least more than you thought for some reason, just like with Omi moments before.

Their movements and voices lowered, as if they had pick up on your discomfort but weren’t really angry or bothered by it. There was a hint of understanding in the air. A subtle shift and attempt to create a cautious yet friendly distance.

“Ah, right." the one called Settsu turned to you, temporarily derailed from whatever retort he’d been about to deliver. "Did Matsukawa show ya where the storage is? We don’ have many props but Director-chan said to take a look at what we could use. They are shitty tho, guess that’s why ya are here too.”

You nod. “I was there but… he couldn’t find them. Sakyo, I think was his name, came and said he would take care of it.”

"Yeah," he confirms in understanding. “That place is a lost battle so we might as well help. Would ya like us to divide what we find or somethin’? If you’re cool with that, I mean.” he turns to the others nonchalantly and then to you. “We can also just leave. It’s your call.”

The attempt to steer the conversation away from the unease you had at first was relieving… and the thought of not having to go back to that room also helped, of course.

You make an effort to meet their gazes, but they were already talking among themselves. You try to take them all in once again. Many of them have quite a few earrings, piercing eyes, and combined with their rugged features without meaning, added to their imposing appearances.

Still, the interactions had been considerate, more than what you sometimes were used to, and the proposal had made your chest feel warm, which is why you imagine despite your usual nerves stirring, you found yourself nodding. “Anything related to the play could work. I have the equipment to fix stuff so…” you shrugged but did just best to smile. “It’d be helpful, yeah.” You meant it.

Banri sends another in return. “Copy that. Let’s go.”

“We’ll be back in a while, Y/N! Ah—  I'll make sure to look for cool things we find so you can have the play be—“

“Taichi-san you’re getting overly excited again.”

“…Thanks for the work.”

Omi, who is the last one to leave the room and follow their troupemates turns back to you at the last second. “If you need anything else we can call director and let her know you are still here."

“It's... fine. Thanks. Um, sorry for…” you didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t really know what were you apologizing for. You back down. "Nevermind."

His laugh echoes again through the auditorium. “There’s nothing to apologize for. We'll see you in a bit then.”

And just like that, you were alone with your thoughts.

Despite the uneasy feeling you had brought, the encounter hadn't been as terrifying as you had imagined. The prospect of further interactions still seemed daunting, but for now, you found a sense of relief regarding Mankai’s Autumn Troupe.

You take a deep breath and resume working again. This time however, a small smile decorates your face.

#a3! #a3! banri #a3! taichi #a3! juza #a3! sakyo #a3! omi #a3! azami

[mintytealfox]

HI HI HI HI! For starters, i love your norton and nortalice art! It is the reason i started following you because i had just recently back into IDV and those two were on my mind.

Mainly thanks to a weird dream i had, but not the time and place for dream discussion dhdh. But i just wanna yapper in her about headcanons or what, mainly just the idea of Norton coming off as very cold and assholeish because that is what he is used too, and Alice slowly breaking that away with kindness, melting the ice on Norton’s heart. So by himself, Norton can and will be a dick, beats being used. But with Alice, he comes off as more tired but warm. He speaks in a warm low voice reserved solely for her. He’s not charamstic in what he aays but he is truthful and whispers all the love be can into each syllable. Alice is his Golden Canary. She led him from the darkness and dangers into the dazzling sun, it is only right he treats her with the tenderness she gave him

B'aaaaawwwWWWW Thank youu 🥹🥹 👏👏👏👏👏👏 -applauds, applauds A LOT- THIS ALL OF THIS 10000000% and the 'Golden Canary' -writes that down- PERFECTION 🤌🤌

He absolutely would come off as such a prick and honestly rightly so, he has been through so much and having to survive on his own at such a young age. Then according to the most recent trailer about him, was abused as well from stronger coworkers. Likely just because he was working so hard to change his life, that can really piss off people who are not willing to do the same and just want drag people down with them to make themselves feel better. He would learn pretty quick how to survive in any situation including on a conversational level, since he is so good at getting people to open up to him and tell him things.

By the time we see him in the mansion is is definitely jaded/numb even, closed off, and has that 10000 mile long far off stare. It would be difficult to get into that head of his and figure out what he is thinking. His sentences would be short and vague to an irritating degree lol

Alice has her work cut out for her for SURE. But she is so gentle, direct, and interesting with how she goes about things and that is exactly what he needs, patience and kindness. He might take advantage at first cause that is how he is programmed by this point, but eventually the sincerity from Alice would chip at his rock solid heart.

I imagine his love languages are gifts, acts of service and, after a long while: physical touch. With all the physical violence of where he used to work, marks still visible from his time there, I bet touch is something reserved for the highest tier of trust and love. And why it would mean so much to feel soft gentle touch.

I think Alice would be similar in that regard to physical touch, with how her life went with the experiments and such. She would require that gentle care which Norton would know how to do from his time studying rocks and gems and having to handle some with care as to not mess with the integrity of gently formed ones.

The love language, I believe, they would both not be overly fond of is 'words of affirmation' since they both know how words can get them anywhere when used correctly so words would be useless to them if not backed by action. BUT when they are at the highest level of trust between them, those words they share with each other would mean the world ;;

I also think they would work GREAT together 👏👏Norton knows people, he could get her interviews with just about anyone in the lower class (at least with those he hadn't double crossed. srry Benny). With him vouching for her she wouldn't be viewed as this outsider rich girl, but welcomed. Then Alice would be able to get him in places and get clients he wouldn't have gotten before. And also showing him the finer way of living. and to not spend all his money so quickly. Oh my gosh, my mind just reminded me of Titanic a bit with this tangent 🤣 shows her his way of life and she shows him her way of life.

oh my GOSH I went on and ON LOL I will hold back now so this doesn't become an ACTUAL NOVEL 🤣

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK 🥹🥹

#norton campbell #idv norton #identity v norton #alice deross #idv alice #identity v alice #idv prospector #identity v prospector #idv journalist #identity v journalist #minty speaks #I could go ON AND ON about them OH MY GOSH LOL #asks #idv #identity v #nortalice

[crawlingforwardx]

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NONVERBAL RP STARTERS

🔥 pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way | in reference/continuation of ( x )

Coming back to her house after their fake date had been a huge mistake. Between the movie, which had a number of scenes heavily leaning into some very spicy romance, her falling asleep on his damn thigh, and the well meaning (but not at all helpful in his current state of bothered) offer to stay the night, Steve felt like he was literally on fire and one small touch away from being completely consumed by it.

As if that weren't already bad enough, he just goes and makes it worse by agreeing to stay the night. "It is late..." He answers in as normal a voice as he can manage. Standing up in hopes that putting a little distance between them will be helpful, she follows in suit and they start to head upstairs. All the while, he's giving himself a little talk down. Steve would be staying in the guest room, which was good because there would be no temptation with her sleeping in a completely different room all the way down the hall. It would almost be like he wasn't sleeping over at all.

By the time they made it upstairs to the guest room, he was already feeling a little better about the whole arrangement. At least he was until Alice went to the closet to grab him an extra blanket because that was when everything went wrong. She was struggling to reach it off the top shelf and when Steve moved to help her, she finally grabbed hold of it and went to turn around... And turned straight into him. Chest to chest. They briefly made eye contact and then they went for it at the same time; lips crashing into each other with a hunger so strong, it was all consuming.

Tilting his head as he deepens the kiss, Steve wraps an arm around her waist as he guides her back toward the bed, acting purely on instinct at this point. There was a barely even a coherent thought in his head at this point, he just knew that he wanted her and wanted her bad. Gently shoving her down onto the bed, Alice reacts with equal force as she reaches up grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down on top of her. Breathing heavy and heart rate through the roof, his mouth eagerly seeks hers out again, tongue tracing the inner outline of her lips.

If Steve was on fire before, he felt like he was in a pit of lava now. Briefly pulling away from her to yank his shirt up over his head, he quickly returns his lips to hers, lingering there for a bit before he starts to trail off toward her neck. Meanwhile his hand is resting at her waist, slowly inching up her shirt and fingers lightly brushing against her skin. As soon as his hand reaches the lining of her bra though, it's like a bucket of ice water is thrown over both of them.

"Shit!" He breathes out as the two of them quickly separate, reality dawning on both. A moment ago they were grabbing at each other seeing if they could possibly get any closer and now they couldn't put enough distance there. "Shit." He swears again more quietly, scouring the floor for his shirt and swiftly pulling it back over his head. This whole fake dating and then that stupid movie... Yeah, that had been a bad idea.

#askalicelockwood #( I'm the king baby you're my queen ; steve & alice. ) #( v: imagine me and you. ) #usfw #ish #// here you go lol enjoy the flames

[gayhoediaz]

Sentence starter - "I'm really not sure what you thought this would achieve..."

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“I’m not really sure what you thought this would achieve…” Eddie mumbles, mostly to himself, as he watches Buck unpack countless bags and boxes of pure sugar out of the reusable grocery store bag. Buck pauses, one of his arms fully immersed down in the bag, the other one holding onto a bag of caramel popcorn, as well as a smaller bag of fruit gummies. He looks up at Eddie, raising an eyebrow - as if he’s the stupid one. 

“Dopamine, Eddie,” he says, shrugging a he goes back to digging through the bag - which finally seems to be empty - the kitchen island littered with any and all kinds of treats, snacks, and candy. 

Eddie should be upset - he really should be. If Christopher eats all of this, he’s not only going to experience a huge sugar high, followed by a huge crash - but he’s also likely going to vomit. That being said, though, there’s no way Eddie is letting him eat all of it tonight - he can pick two or three, they’ll save the rest - so maybe it’s okay. 

It’s also kind of adorable that Buck is this nervous about this. Eddie honestly hadn’t expected him to be nervous at all - there’s no reason for him to be. But the flushed face, the way his hair is messy from all the different ways he’s been tugging at it in frustration - it’s cute. Adorable. God, he loves him. 

“Babe…” Eddie sighs, making his way around the island. The word is still slightly foreign on his tongue, but the way that Buck’s face twitches and softens when he says it - it’s worth it. More than worth it. Combined with the weight of Eddie’s hands on his shoulders when he gets close enough, Eddie thinks he finally might be letting go of some of the tension that has been following him around all day. “You don’t need to get our son high on sugar. He’s not gonna be upset. He’s gonna be happy.” 

“When you told him you were dating Ana-“ 

“Ana,” Eddie immediately interrupts, shaking his head, letting his eyes slip closed as he digs the pads of his fingertips deeper into the muscle of Buck’s back, giving him a little bit of a massage. “Ana was wrong,” Eddie continues, finally, letting his forehead fall to Buck’s. “She didn’t fit with me. With us. And you…” Eddie trails off, lifting his head again, their foreheads parting as they both open their eyes; he feels Buck’s large hand rest on the side of his waist, grounding him. 

Eddie means to continue, but he truthfully doesn’t know what to say. How does he even begin to explain how Buck and Ana are different, not just as people, but in their roles, and who they are, and - god, he can’t even find a single thing that is remotely similar at all, so where is he supposed to start laying out the differences?

“You’re Buck,” he settles on, through a faint sigh. “His Buck,” he continues. “Our Buck.” 

“I know,” Buck nods - because he’s not a complete idiot, he knows he’s not anything like Ana. He’s just nervous - Eddie knows this. So he nods once as well, and then he slips his hands down to his biceps, slowly backing him up against the kitchen island.

“Come here,” Eddie says, letting his hands slip down to his thighs - thankfully, Buck gets the idea, and curls his hands around the edge of the countertop, helping Eddie with the task of lifting him up onto it. As soon as he’s steady, Eddie steps in between his legs, and he feels Buck’s arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close. “I know you’re afraid of losing us,” Eddie says, making sure that Buck’s eyes are on his the entire time - making sure that he’s not just hearing him, but that he’s listening. “And I need you to hear me when I’m telling you that that’s never going to happen. I love you. Christopher loves you. Our family is not complete without you, not anymore. It’s been that way for a long time - longer than you or I have been willing to admit, right?” Buck nods once, his body once again relaxing. “So you sleeping in my bed, or kissing me goodbye, he’s not gonna care about that.” 

“And if he does?” 

“If he does, then we will talk to him, and figure out why it bothers him,” Eddie says. “But I’m not gonna throw you out just because he has a bad first reaction - which he won’t, by the way,” Eddie continues. “Okay?” 

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Okay,” he repeats, and when the smile on his face starts to grow, Eddie can’t help but match it, as they go in for a kiss. 

It’s been nearly a month and a half, and Eddie would have thought that he would get used to this - the way the smooth slide of Buck’s lips over his own make his head spin, the buzzing in the pit of his stomach, the slight scratch of Buck’s stubble against his own, the intoxicating weight of Buck’s hands on his shoulders, in his hair, on his -

“Are you dating?” 

Immediately, Eddie thinks he hears the record scratch of the moment, as he immediately pulls away - takes a step and a half away, Buck’s arms falling off of him as they both turn to look at Christopher - Carla standing a couple of feet behind him, barely keeping her face in check. 

“Uh…” Buck starts, immediately turning to look at Eddie - usually, Buck is the one who is good at this kind of stuff, saving an awkward moment, but it seems like he’s passing this one to Eddie. Understandably so. 

“I, uh - “ Granted, Eddie clearly isn’t all that eloquent himself at the moment. “Would uh - would you be okay with that, Chris?” He finally manages. “Buck being my boyfriend?” (Eddie’s not sure that he likes the term boyfriend, but considering the fact that they have been partners at work for so many years, they need a way to differentiate. Besides, Eddie plans on having him upgraded to fiancé within a handful of months, anyway. Hopefully.) 

“Obviously,” Christopher says, with his signature eyeroll - as if the mere suggestion that he might not be okay with it is just absolutely ridiculous. Eddie meets Buck’s eyes over his eyes, and raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘I told you so.’ In response, Buck nods once. ‘Yeah, you told me so.’ 

“I’m just gonna leave you all to yourselves,” Carla finally says, and leaves all three of them with a hug. “I’m proud of you,” she whispers into Eddie’s ear, and Eddie nods, struggling against the way his eyes want to water at the words. 

The front door opens, and shuts, and then they’re left alone. Buck opens his mouth to say something - probably to ask Christopher what he wants to eat, because that’s - stupidly - the one thing they haven’t bought. 

“Is that cotton candy?” Christopher asks, though, before anyone else can get a word in. 

“Uh… yeah,” Buck says, shooting Eddie an apologetic look - of course they had been planning on putting everything away before Chris came home so that he wouldn’t walk into this sugary paradise - alas, they were too slow. So now he’s standing here, looking over everything. “Hey, how about you uh… pick three things out to have tonight? We’ll save the rest?” Buck asks. 

Christopher agrees, and they start up a different conversation, but all Eddie can do is stare at him, and wonder how the fuck he managed to find someone who just always seems to read his mind. 

God, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this man.

send me a sentence starter and i (might) write you a fic 💕

#writing tag #prompt fill #fanfic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #librarianonparade

[medjedrpresources]

Random Song Lyric Starters

I put one of my music playlists on shuffle and picked lyrics from the first 10 songs that came up. cw; infrequent profanity, drug references

"I try not to remember. No memories."

"I feel good in my loneliness."

"I'm looking for a new dimension, new life to live."

"If you're coming back to find me, you'd better have good aim."

"I need you in the picture, that's why I'm calling you."

"I don't want this isolation. See the state I'm in now?"

"If I pick it up when I know that it's broken, do I put it back?"

"Do I head out on to the lonesome trail and let you down?"

"They say I'll get hurt if I'm not like ice."

"I know I've got friends, I still get so lonely."

"If I look in your eyes, I'll want you to hold me."

"I over communicate and feel too much."

"Sick and tried of acting all tough."

"I'm hooked on all these feelings."

"This love asylum, like an island, just me and you."

"Caught up inside, both happy and lonely."

"Keep telling me lies, they're killing me slowly."

"I get too attached, they don't even know me."

"Why can't I relax? Why can't I relax!?"

"I'm sorry that I care."

"I think you know that tonight I just wanted to dance."

"I didn't wanna fight."

"Thought we could make it right."

"I saw that look on your face, like you were tired and bored."

"I don't wanna be turned away again."

"You've been stuck on the wall like a wallflower"

"Are you feeling afraid? 'Cause you look terrified."

"Nobody cares if you slip up and fall on your face."

"I see you watching me like you wanna be taking me home."

"I'm not waiting around for you to make a move."

"I'm waking up to fantasy."

"Times that are broken can often be one again."

"You're out of touch."

"I'm out of time."

"I'm out of my head when you're not around."

"Smoking guns hot to the touch would cool down if we didn't use them so much."

"I saw in you what life was missing."

"I'm not one for reminiscing but I'd trade it all for your sweet embrace."

"A thing of beauty will never fade away."

"I see your eyes, I know you see me."

"You're like a ghost how you're everywhere."

"Somehow I'll find a way."

"We'll never fade away."

"You won't take the sting out of these words before I say 'em."

"I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me."

"I'm not afraid to take a stand."

"But I think I'm still tying to figure this crap out."

"This fucking black cloud still follows me around."

"It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me."

"I'd shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazing up at the stars."

"I get the same old dreams, same time every night."

"You can't know what you mean to me."

"Just goes to show you don't give a damn."

"Baby, you know you'll never do wrong."

"I knew right from the beginning that you would end up winning."

"I knew right from the start you'd put an arrow through my heart."

"With love we'll find a way, just give it time."

"We're gonna prove it tonight."

"Can you look at yourself now?"

"You can't win this fight."

"We all have emptiness inside."

"We all have answers to find."

"What's with the violent aggression?"

"Hey! Why won't you listen?"

"I need to warn you that there is no way to rationalize."

"So have you figured it out now?"

"I see you're a king who's been dethroned."

"Stand down. Place your weapon by your side."

"In the end, we'll surely lose but that's alright."

"You're not invited, so step aside."

#inbox starters #rp starters #roleplay starters #lyric starters #source: sandy marton #source: gorillaz #source: hayley kiyoko #source: divalola #source: hall & oates #source: cyberpunk 2077 #source: eminem #source: rainbow #source: ratt #source: avenged sevenfold

[blazehedgehog]

And Now: Thoughts on Sonic Prime (1-8)

I am hot and fresh off watching episode 8 of Sonic Prime -- it's the end of the current batch of episodes we have, with the promise of more to come.

And to some degree, I guess I went in with low expectations. For starters, this show has been kind of shrouded in mystery. I guess to some degree I'm used to more lead in time on these things, where there's a steady drip feed of teasers, and trailers, and previews for 9-12 months leading up to its release. Sonic Prime had nothing, for the most part -- just some concept art leaks, until about three months before it premiered. It didn't help that the streaming landscape as it stands today is sort of on fire; not just Warner Discovery slash-and-burning HBO Max, but a swathe of Netflix Animation layoffs cut through the industry during Sonic Prime's production. It was, and is still a scary time for the industry.

The pervasive theme from some I follow on social media also was kind of lukewarm. I get the feeling a lot of people had the same experience with Sonic Prime as I did with Samurai Jack back when that premiered. For me, Samurai Jack came at the peak of the anime boom, when Americans were getting their first taste of truly serialized animation. Jack set itself up as a serialized adventure, but very, very quickly devolved in to a typical American cartoon format, with episodes made to be syndicated and aired out of order. Or, to put it in terms that make my comparison more clear: I expected something more and instead got a show that was comfortable resting in an existing format.

And the prevailing complaint I've heard against Sonic Prime is that it's "just a kids show." The complaints aren't very loud and most people are fine with this, but the disappointment is still there, because, again: they expected something more and received a show that was comfortable where it was. That's fair.

Sonic Prime is definitely a cartoon show for children. The original pitch was that it is "Into the Spider-verse for Sonic", and that's definitely true, but it makes sure to go as slowly as possible and explain the concept of a multiverse over, and over, and over again just to be positive that the six and seven year olds in the audience understand the concept of alternate dimensions, and the fact that Sonic is crossing between them. A lot of early episodes are taken up by Sonic being confused by what's going on, despite the fact that DC's Crisis on Infinite Earths popularized the idea of the multiverse back in 1985. But hey, kids today weren't alive in 1985 (heck, I was barely alive in 1985).

Even though, y'know, Spider-verse itself was a comic book in 2014, and a movie in 2018, with a sequel due next year, which is to say nothing of the Marvel Cinematic Universe dabbling in the multiverse with Spider-man: No Way Home and Dr. Strange in The Multiverse of Madness. And then there's Fortnite, perpetually one of the biggest games in the world for the last half-decade, which has positioned itself as the center of all multiverses ever created, in its quest to transcend and graduate to a metaverse.

Heck, even Sonic himself: between Sonic Generations, Sonic Forces, and the 24 year run of the Archie Sonic comics, this isn't Sonic's first multiversal rodeo.

But I can swallow that. Like it's been said, it's a show for kids, and they're just trying to make absolutely, totally sure even the youngest are able to digest what's happening. Eventually you get past the show feigning a sense of "I don't know what's going on!!" and it starts to hit a stride.

Sort of, anyway. By the end of episode four, when Sonic Prime has fully and finally committed to admitting this is a multiverse, you're halfway through this first batch of episodes, and the pace suddenly goes from zero to sixty as Sonic starts more rapidly popping around dimensions.

I'd really like to see the original, unedited pitch for this show. Because there are clear vibes in Sonic Prime that suggest something much closer to what a "Spider-verse" really is: namely, different sub-franchises coming together. More specifically, the Spider-verse movie goes out of its way to suggest that its Peter Parker is, in fact, the same Peter Parker from Sam Raimi's movie trilogy, as during his origin story, you see shot-for-shot recreations of famous Raimi-Spider scenes. Now, with its sequel, Across the Spider-verse, fans are going wild pointing out cameos in recent trailers.

All of this is me saying I think Sonic Prime was probably pitched to be a show where Sonic visits known dimensions -- alternate universe versions we know from other pieces of Sonic media. In the Sonic Prime show we have now, Sonic visits three dimensions:

The Red Sky Dimension: A grim, dark universe where Eggman ("The Chaos Council") has already won. A rebel band of freedom fighters works underground to fight back against the dictatorship. One of the characters is a half-robot woman with telescoping arms and legs.

The Jungle Dimension: A tribe of natives are suffering from a small civil war after temperament changes over how they are maintaining their balance with nature.

The Pirate Dimension: The entire surface of the planet is covered in nearly endless water, leaving most people to sail the high seas in galleons.

Parts of each dimension map pretty well to existing things we already have (or had) in the Sonic franchise. Some more than others, and maybe it's just a sign that Sonic's been interpreted so many ways over the years, but I can't help but wonder if there was a version where this was pitched as:

The SatAM Dimension: Named for the fact this was the Saturday Morning Cartoon Sonic (Saturday, in the AM), this was part of the second wave of dark kids shows following in the footsteps of pioneers like X-Men: The Animated Series and Batman: The Animated Series in 1992. Dark kids shows truly kicked off in 1993, with Sonic joining the ranks with Swat Kats, Exosquad, and Cadillacs and Dinosaurs. SatAM put Sonic in a team of freedom fighters lead by Princess Sally Acorn as they fought back against Robotnik's dictatorship. One of the characters is a half-robot woman with telescoping arms and legs. The show became the basis for the Archie Sonic comics, which went on to become the longest continuous licensed comic book in history. The "red sky" in Sonic Prime isn't necessarily a reference to SatAM itself (which often use colder blue hues), but the "red sky" is often a general term for the grim dark period of cartoons in general, used in particular when the 80's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon rebooted to become darker and more serious, entering what fans call the "Red Sky Era." That, or, y'know, Eggmanland from the actual Sonic games.

The Boom Dimension: This one's admittedly a big stretch, but what really grabbed my attention was the way Knuckles acts in this world. Here, he exists in a nearly identical role to Sticks the Badger from Sonic Boom. Basically, all he does is interrupt when the dialog gets too serious to spout off over-the-top conspiracy theories as a way to lighten the mood. Plus, um, wood huts...? Like I said, it's a stretch.

The Sol Dimension: This is the home of Blaze the Cat, introduced in the Sonic Rush games. These games are, in themselves, also suggestive of a multiverse: in the first Sonic Rush, we meet Blaze, who is kind of the Sonic of her own dimension. In the sequel, Sonic is temporarily stranded in Blaze's world, which is mostly covered in water and dominated by pirate factions. A great deal of the gameplay is Sonic gathering materials so Tails can build watercraft able to reach many of the game's most scattered islands. Blaze isn't in Sonic Prime, obviously, but there's nameless background rebels in The Red Sky Dimension that are almost a dead ringer for her in a way that feels like a deliberate wink. (Re-scanning the episode, there's also Raccoon-styled background characters clearly using visual cues from Marine, too)

I could definitely see this show being pitched where these references were maybe a little more overt. Especially the first one, considering production is being handled by WildBrain, aka Cookie Jar, aka DiC, the original production company behind SatAM in 1993. The first thought I had when I heard the legacy was that if they were going to pull a "Spider-verse" as they originally announced, they needed to do an episode where Sonic visits SatAM, and given the Red Sky Dimension is the first (and seemingly most important) of the three so far, it seems they were at least thinking in the same direction, to some degree. I just assume Sega wouldn't let them commit, so they had to pick and choose what they liked about those worlds and adapt them to fit a mainline-centric cast.

As for what they did with it... yeah, it's fine. It's not the greatest Sonic show ever created, but it's a step above things like Sonic Underground, Sonic X, and even Sonic Boom, I'd say. Sonic Boom was also very "fine" from everything I've seen (I never saw most of Season 2), but it's really hard to look back on nowadays when you see Sonic Prime's vibrant colors and fluid animation.

I'm hesitant to judge too much of the story yet, given we know Netflix apparently ordered 24 episodes and we're only 8 episodes deep in to that run. Assuming they keep to 8 episode batches, we still have two more "drops" left to go -- the series is still clearly getting warmed up.

I will say I echo what some others have said, namely the fact that they treat Green Hill Zone with such a comical amount of reverence as if it has all these iconic locations, when it turns out to be... like, one tree. Out of many. Or a single loop-de-loop. Every time Sonic goes to a new dimension, he has to be like "aw man, there's the loop" like we're supposed to feel something with him, when Sonic games show us loops everywhere, in every level.

As I said in another blog, though, I really appreciate Sonic's characterization here. He has the personality I always thought he should have: carefree to a fault, very hyperactive, and obnoxiously cocky. Sonic is used to going where he wants, when he wants, and doing what he wants, and we're lucky he's one of the good guys because he's basically unstoppable when he really puts his mind to something. He just, uh, doesn't put his mind to very much, because he just kind of casually wanders into and out of trouble at his leisure. His friends love him just as much as they put up with his ADHD impulses. Sonic Prime just shows us a moment where that devil-may-care attitude bites him particularly hard. But I've definitely been of the mind that more Sonic games should be about Sonic stumbling in to something dangerous by accident, and that's definitely what happens here.

So, in general, I feel like I am living my best life when I watch this Sonic bumble his way around, lost in worlds he doesn't understand. This is my guy. This is how I'd write him. There has not been a single moment in the entire show so far where I have wavered in this thought. This is, 100%, my Sonic. He is perfect.

Everyone else I'm not so sure of. Shadow shows up here generally to repeat the same things that got him pushed out of the IDW comics, where he's treated more as a hyper-aggressive one-dimensional rival to Sonic who can't stand being seen as a second-banana. It's a flimsy reason to make a character punch Sonic (something that happens a lot in Sonic Prime). I know I've complained about Shadow being too serious before, but there used to be more nuance to his characterization than "I am always going to be mad at Sonic for petty reasons."

Rouge is also a weird addition to the main cast; namely making her part of the core team along side Tails, Amy, and Knuckles. I get that they probably wanted more gender diversity and probably didn't want to (or couldn't) introduce a new female character, but she always struck me as someone who was always off doing her own things and didn't necessarily care about what Sonic was doing unless their paths accidentally intersected.

I'm already getting tired of The Chaos Council. This is probably the thing that feels the most like a kids show -- instead of having one character with depth and nuance, you break them down into a group of easy-to-digest stereotypes. Here's the trendy one! Here's the dumb one! Here's the apathetic one! Here's the old one! Here's the leader! It's the same line of thinking behind The Deadly Six from Sonic Lost World, and being so basic and toyetic is one of the reasons people rejected those things. The council seems like they're going to be the central villains for the rest of Sonic Prime, but I'd like them to combine back in to the real Eggman at some point.

Though speaking of Chaos, I'm pleasantly surprised how little Chaos Emeralds have factored in to this story. Sure, they have a different type of jewel to worry about, but it's nice that the emeralds aren't so important just yet. I assume they will be, since Shadow finds an emerald in one episode and his ability to use Chaos Control seems to tie in to the dimensional shenanigans, but it's still good to have Sonic media where the answer isn't instantly just "we gotta find the Chaos Emeralds because Super Sonic will stop this." We get to have some fun, first.

Definitely interested in seeing where the rest of this series goes, but at the very least, these first eight episodes have dashed any hopes of legitimate alternate-universe crossovers. Perhaps SatAM, Sonic Boom, and the Sol Dimension were never in the cards, and they chose these as the first three dimensions to showcase as a way to tell people like me that they can't and won't be crossing over with any existing Sonic media. Because, I mean, they can't do SatAM and the Red Sky dimension, right? It's an easy way to set expectations.

Fingers crossed it finishes strong.

#sonic prime #sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #netflix #sega #sonic team #wildbrain #man of action #this was way longer than I expected

[mamamittens]

I did my Level Best to empty out all new blorbo thoughts to properly attend to my two commissions so we'll see how that goes tomorrow after work I suppose.

A sneaky peak at my hard work designing yet another precious pokemon OC with a backstory too damn sad for me to function nearly two days cause my weakness can be boiled down to "Old Yeller Adjacent"

The design for Finley Novak, 19~ retired champion of Kanto with the second shortest run behind (I believe) Gary who managed to beat the previous champion just before you and gloated for all of five minutes... I think it was Gary at least. I don't have clear memories of whoever Red's rival was.

They actually inspired Red's rise to fame despite the tragedy, though he didn't need a psychic pokemon to battle.

Their title is "The Lone Champion" due to the accidental explosion (Team Rocket attack that got out of hand) of the Indigo League just before they were officiated after beating the previous champion that resulted in the death of her entire team. They moved from Kanto to Unova when they turned 18, desperate to escape the dark shadow of their fame.

Ironically, if it wasn't for this incident, they would have been "The Silent Champion" due to their selective mutism. They directed their team in battle through Silver, their Abra and starter.

Following years of therapy, a series of successful children's books that started as a therapy project, and managing to take on another support pokemon (Platinum 'Plat' the shiny riolu), they wish to take steps to get back into battling via the Battle Subway.

They tends to squat in battle as their nerves make them unsteady and it provides a unique view of the field. They only stand when they're confident there's nothing else they need to see. They also constantly cover their eyes, finding eye contact intimidating. Sign language is unreliable since their hands shake easily so they often have to pause and start over slowly to enunciate their signs.

Fin speaks softly to her Pokemon whenever possible to make sure her voice still works but as of yet, cannot manage to speak to other people, even her therapist.

Still not sure if she does the plot of black/white or is just present while it happens. We'll see how fun and fancy free I feel about it later but I'm definitely interested in her going through Arceus Legends with the baneful fox mask.

#mittens updates #mittens rambles #pokemon oc #no romance only friendship and sadness

[saltjam]

My Tmnt Oc: June (aka, i wanna ramble)

So, i just realized, this is tumblr and nothing is stopping me from yelling into the void about my and how much i love her and how much i love the turtles.

Now in order to not make this post a super long wall post like the "do you like the color of the sky" post, will put the line thing to make this part small and bite sized. you can skip if you want and not read that is fine, this is mainly so i can ramble about her and all the lore i thought of her. i will be ordering this post in order of when the different series came out and i will be sticking with the main four

which are as follows: 1987, 2003, 2012, and rise

these are my main focus since i've seen each and i feel comfortable molding June to each. i haven't seen the new movie yet but i don't think she'd work, same goes for other versions like the 2014 movies and that one batman movie (i wanna watch it so fucking bad)

with that covered, the read more line

so before i start i would like to give some background on who/june is, for starters she is a robot and not an actual human. in the lore for '87, '03, and '12 she is created and referred to as the Juniper or Jupiter project (for '87) thus the name June, for Rise it's different as she is actually made as a child for a big Dragon milf and her lil nerd husband; still made in a lab but she's more organic made as she is they're baby.

another thing i would like to state is that June originally a self insert for my persona Jam (this also why the J names) but i liked her enough to make her, her own oc. as well originally she was going to be giving Mikey kisses across the bored but then i thought "well i love all of them, and there are four of em, and i'm making four versions of the oc. so no one is really gonna stope me" and this each june is with a different brother so they all can get some kisses

a constant for all June is that they are all some type of robot/cybernetic

now let's start diving into each June!

June (1987): The Big Sister

Full name: June Lynn

So June for 1987 i thought it would be cute if she was like another older sister for the turtle (Since April also takes an older sister role) so she is shipped with Leo as he is the oldest brother. seeing as i am rather young i haven't watched that much of the 1987 series but i have developed her a little bit

she would be very protective of not only leo but the others as well, when it comes to inspiration for how i would want her robot form to look, i thought a more Transformers like look would fit since they came out around the same time (i'm also just a huge fan of Transformers)

when it comes to how she met the turtles, i imagine she helped them from a few mousers.

the few images i have of her (1 drawing i did in style, a picrew i edited, the original picrew, and the link) (also two older drawings of when i first her, plus a bonus mikey of when she was with him)(oh, and some extra stuff with height charts. note i did these late at night so please don't mind the mistakes in spelling or forgetting to label things right) Also i kept messing up on the drawing so please have mercy qwq

Pbelt Witchsona｜Picrew

June (2003): The Material Girl

Full name: June Splinterdottir

Ah 2003, the year i popped out. obviously i hold this series is very close seeing as we grew up together. so when it comes to lore and development for June this version has the most meat on it's bone.

For 03 June, the turtles actually found her abandoned in an old decaying lab left there to rot and slowly die. that was until they saved her, she grew up with them seeing as she didn't have a home or family of her own. and slowly through the years she got closer to Donatello, seeing as he was the smartest of the family and she is a super charged weapon. until they ended up confessing and soon dating.

April and Casey help teach her about more humans things with Casey taking on an older brother like figure in her life and April acting as more of a teacher.

for her more robot form i though something more interesting would fit her, so her more robot form is/will be based on the xenomorphs from Alien (because i thought it would fit 2003's more gritter look)

for her drawings i actually have a good few, but she has changed through my development of her, there are a few drawings i wanna redraw and change to fit her current lore

the first few drawings are her in the lab, 1 with edits and 1 unedited, Mikey finding her (again pre-kissing donnie era), and her taking a nap while they drive her to the base, a drawing of her in the 2003 style (did my best), plus a picrew edited and unedited /w link, and some height charts.

Faelions Avatar Creator｜Picrew

June (2012): The Baby

Full Name: June Lyn

2012, the baby, the lil guys, and the one i've thought of most second to 2003. she is the youngest i think of all of the variations. now her lore is similar to 2003 except instead of being left to rot, she caused a black out in the lab she was held in and managed to escape making a fake identity for herself so now he's lived a bit in fear they'll find her and force her back.

This june in lore was made less as a weapon and more as a tool, she is power source that is greater then the sun. so she was used to power things in the lab, but she isn't defenseless as she can assimilate organic and non organic matter into her body (i.e: if she grabs a gun she can use it to make her arm a bigger gun)

when it comes to her robot form, i've decided (with the help of my friend) that i wanna use My life as a teenage robot for inspo, She also kisses mikey as i feel like he really needs someone who's on the same page as him. like they are so mean to him he is just a lil guy, he needs a hug hella bad

when it comes to art, i actually don't have too much i'm pleased with. since 2012 is 3D and i don't really wanna try my hand at 3d modelling, so trying to draw in style is not really an option so if i drew her i'll just do it in my own style. what i do have is a picrew of what i'd imagine she'd look like older and the height charts

Girl Maker｜Picrew

June (Rise): The Working Girl

Full Name: June Harper-Lyn

Rise, the series i did hella dirty and feel so bad for missing but i'm making up my crime.

now this June is a bit more unique as she actually has parents, her Father is a micro scientist and micro biologist, and her mom is a big yokai dragon (She's a kaiju, because godzilla is cool) So this June is half robot, half human and half yokai, she works with her parents in the diner they own called the "Dragon bite diner" with her mom being the main cook and her dad running as mechanic of the building. the diner itself is suppose to be an place for humans, yokais and mutant to feel safe and have a nice home cooked style meal, they cater to a variety of tastes and it's a conflicted free zone (It's helps when the owner is a huge dragon)

her robot form is more simple, as it's just a more dragon style robot, and of course she is with Raph. big man needs his kisses too, plus he just needs a break from being the eldest sibling and get cuddled up with.

sadly, i don't know what picrew i used to make her. and trust me i looked through 100 pages on picrew, so if anyone could find it that would be nice as i'm a little worried it may have been deleted. i also have a drawing of her in style plus some more simple cute doodles of her and Raph being sweet. she is the most non human looking of the bunch.

another thing just for my oc in general is that i wanted her to be like besties with another brother, since i didn't want her to be Soley around her bf. i want her to be like a legit character and not just 'girlfriend' if that makes sense.

so for 1987 who is with Leo i thought it would be cute if she was besties with Mikey, ya know oldest sibling getting along with youngest (rare i know, but still)

for 2003 she's friends with Leo, since i imagine she has a lot of stress with 1, being left abandoned, 2, knowing she was only made as a weapon and 3. her boyfriend is too busy being a nerd to cuddle. plus he's the eldest so she looks up to him

for 2012, i imagine she's friends with Raph. main reason so he would stop picking on Mikey so much, two because he would love being a bad influence on her and they'd be menaces together

and finally Rise, for her i've decided Donnie. one because he's the last and two because this June's dad is a super smart scientist and because this June is more open to the fact she's not human. so them talking tech and analytics sounds nice

but yeah, that's my oc. i love her and i love the tmnt so much, if anyone wants to know more about her feel free to ask because my brain is absolutely buzzing about tmnt and i don't wanna bother my friends about it

to those who took they're time actually reading my nonsense, thank you!!!

#salt #salts art #art #mun salt #mun talks #tmnt #tmnt oc #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt art #big post #i love my oc to much #ramble

[deadnightcoffeetime]

Nightmare-9

know, but it’s gone..”, said Elva. “Well, I’m not sticking around any longer, for that thing to come back? let’s get the hell out of this room!”, said Joanne. Just before leaving Elizabeth’s room, both .Joanne and Elva, also screamed in agony pain. Casey is startled by the girls screaming. “ what’s going on?! Why are you two screaming?!”. “I felt like something burned my back!”, said Joanne. “Same here! I felt this burning sensation..”, said Elva. Having no choice, they have to stay a little bit more. “You might hate this, but we have to stay a little bit more longer. I’m going to check if there’s son both of y’all backs. Just go sit back on the bed. And just tell me when both of you are ready. Tell me when you two not feeling the burning sensation.”, said Casey. The three stayed in the room, to wait it out.

It’s 10:15 p.m., on to team 3 now, Luke, Chloe, and Christine, are now investigating a corridor, that is filled with sculptures, paintings, and other artistic objects, all wrapped in huge plastic. Christine expresses her concern. “Be careful! I sense something dark and negative is here, watching us.”, said Christine. All are using their hand held camera, recording and roam around looking at the priceless and historic art. “These are very beautiful art work.”, said Chloe. “Imagine selling these, someone would be making bank.”, said Luke. Chloe approaches to long big table of dozens of framed canvas paintings, that are orderly stacked. As she’s looking through them, Luke bypasses Chloe, approaching to tall sculpture of a naked woman. In Luke’s wired camera screen, shows Luke’s hand touching the statue, and he whistles. 2 viewers has joined. Turning to leave the sculpture, he gets startled, as his wired camera screen shows Christine standing next to him. “Jesus!”. Christine got a little distracted and disgusted by his actions, but jokes around also. “Pervert!”. Luke chuckles, as he replies. “What?…It’s just a sculpture!”. Christine goes off to roam around some more. Chloe is still looking at the framed canvas painting. In Chloe’s wired camera screen, shows various paintings. Some of tortured naked men and women, some of buildings, some of land scapes, some of individuals, including Elizabeth, and some of Elizabeth with girls. 4 viewers has joined. She feels a little uncomfortable looking at paintings that has Elizabeth with girls, knowing the atrocities she’ve done. Finishing looking at the canvas paintings, she looks at a window and notices a glimpse reflection of a ghostly deceased girl running through the corridor. Starter tired, she turns around and looks. In Chloe’s wired camera screen, absolutely shows nothing, but sculptures and more paintings. She goes to inform Luke and Christine. “Luke, Christine, did YouTube see a little girl running around here?“. Luke replies, as he is confused. “ A little girl? Um, no, I haven’t. Besides, we’re the only ones in this gigantic hallway”. ” what you witnessed, was a spirit of a girl that died here.“, said Christine. “On, I thought it was just my nerves playing with me.”, said Chloe. The three hears a girls giggling laughter. The three were up and alert by the giggling laughter. “What the?... Did you two hear that?“, said Luke. Christine points her finger towards the direction where the laughter came from. “Sounds like it’s coming from the end of the corridor.”, said Christine. While they bypass the canvases on the table, the painting of Elizabeth with girls is coming to life. In the painting, the little girls turn their heads, looking at the three, as Elizabeth disappear from the painting. Following towards the laugh, and reaching at the end of the corridor, they all see a pair of doubled door slowly opening itself. “Might as well check it out.”, said Luke. One by one, they walk and approach the doubled door.

It’s 10:15 p.m., on to team 3 now, Luke, Chloe, and Christine, are now investigating a corridor, that is filled with sculptures, paintings, and other artistic objects, all wrapped in huge plastic. Christine expresses her concern. “Be careful! I sense something dark and negative is here, watching us.”, said Christine. All are using their hand held camera, recording and roam around looking at the priceless and historic art. “These are very beautiful art work.”, said Chloe. “Imagine selling these, someone would be making bank.”, said Luke. Chloe approaches to long big table of dozens of framed canvas paintings, that are orderly stacked. As she’s looking through them, Luke bypasses Chloe, approaching to tall sculpture of a naked woman. In Luke’s wired camera screen, shows Luke’s hand touching the statue, and he whistles. 2 viewers has joined. Turning to leave the sculpture, he gets startled, as his wired camera screen shows Christine standing next to him. “Jesus!”. Christine got a little distracted and disgusted by his actions, but jokes around also. “Pervert!”. Luke chuckles, as he replies. “What?…It’s just a sculpture!”. Christine goes off to roam around some more. Chloe is still looking at the framed canvas painting. In Chloe’s wired camera screen, shows various paintings. Some of tortured naked men and women, some of buildings, some of land scapes, some of individuals, including Elizabeth, and some of Elizabeth with girls. 4 viewers has joined. She feels a little uncomfortable looking at paintings that has Elizabeth with girls, knowing the atrocities she’ve done. Finishing looking at the canvas paintings, she looks at a window and notices a glimpse reflection of a ghostly deceased girl running through the corridor. Starter tired, she turns around and looks. In Chloe’s wired camera screen, absolutely shows nothing, but sculptures and more paintings. She goes to inform Luke and Christine. “Luke, Christine, did YouTube see a little girl running around here?“. Luke replies, as he is confused. “ A little girl? Um, no, I haven’t. Besides, we’re the only ones in this gigantic hallway”. ” what you witnessed, was a spirit of a girl that died here.“, said Christine. “On, I thought it was just my nerves playing with me.”, said Chloe. The three hears a girls giggling laughter. The three were up and alert by the giggling laughter. “What the?... Did you two hear that?“, said Luke. Christine points her finger towards the direction where the laughter came from. “Sounds like it’s coming from the end of the corridor.”, said Christine. While they bypass the canvases on the table, the painting of Elizabeth with girls is coming to life. In the painting, the little girls turn their heads, looking at the three, as Elizabeth disappear from the painting. Following towards the laugh, and reaching at the end of the corridor, they all see a pair of doubled door slowly opening itself. “Might as well check it out.”, said Luke. One by one, they walk and approach the doubled door.

Slowly opening the door, Luke, Chloe, and Christine, has entered a huge workshop. The room is filled with art supplies, rolls of plastic wraps, unfinished busts, sculptures, drawings, and paintings, and tables with stools. All looked side by side, looking around with their eyes. “We’re in a art workshop. I wonder why we’re brought here?”, said Chloe. “Maybe something, or someone, is giving us us a gallery of unfinished art.”, said Luke. Christine has an unpleasant feeling about the workshop. “There’s something eerie and wrong. I don’t know what could happen, but let’s just be careful and stay alert.”, said Christine. They have their hand held cameras, and are starting to record. Since the workshop is gigantic, they wander around separately, but not too far from each other. Each walks through sculptures like a maze, zig zagging around.

In Luke’s wired camera screen, shows him walking through unfinished sculptures. Luke quietly speaks to himself again. “Going through unfinished sculptures are a bit creepy.”. 2 viewers has joined, Arriving at a desk, with supplies and canvases, he notices there is another big, but different portrait of Elizabeth hanging.above. “Well, well, we meet again. Couldn’t resist me? Hope you don’t mind we look around?”. Digging and moving supplies on the table, there was nothing interesting. He leaves, Elizabeth’s eyes in the painting moves, following his direction. In Chloe’s wired camera screen, shows her walking through unfinished sculptures as well. Behind her, stood a figure of a ghostly deceased girl, just looking at her. Having a feeling of being stalked, she turns around, but sees noting. Shrugging off the feeling, she continues to walk through the zig zag sculptures maze. Out of the maze of unfinished sculptures, she

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[jordanthoughtsoup]

It's the eyes that pull you in. The ruby, firey intricate dancing of the flames within the void center is truly to admire. You'd never seen such a tango before. Though you feel your hair follicles spike from the adrenaline, you decide to dive one step at a time towards her.

Your thoughts wipe away, leaving but an empty stream of consciousness. Your body moves autonomously.

No words have to be spoken, she was in the crowd before and she knows who you are. The glare speaks volumes as the silence muffles the surrounding voices. The eternal chaos moving through the ether of the world finally feels negligible, as the only thing that matters to you is the ardour.

You are now happily swimming in the soup of togetherness.

I have taken a hiatus from writing, I apologize. I invested my time into personal projects and the development of the platformer. I am now interested in finishing the textbook, I only have a couple chapters left. This should help me creating and tuning the next games in store for the course. Much of what I read I have implemented in the concept of the platformer. A synopsis of what it is can be found in the elevator pitch, but I can run through the ideas and how they came about.

For starter I defined what type of game I wanted to create: following guidelines, it had to be a single player format (platformer) against the game. This meant that the complexity of the game was stored in how the formal elements interact with the player, not other players.

Then I started a brainstorming process to figure out what features my game needed to have, along with a premise. Dante's Inferno is a book deeply rooted in Italian culture, so the idea of escaping from the various rings seemed perfect and natural for me to develop. Each ring presents it's own challenges and you have to complete every level before the clock runs out. This not only makes the game more dynamic, with increasingly difficult challenges, but also adds a sense of urgency, following the dramatic arc.

The player therefore goes through the mildly infuriating procedure of learning a couple levels at a time, slowly making their way upwards and facing new obstacles. If time runs out, they must restart.

Unfortunately, I did not have time to add this feature in the digital prototype, though I wanted to include a positive feedback loop where each completed level adds time on the clock. This means that even if you barely make it onto the next ring, you still have time to try it out. Furthermore, players who manage to go through the start faster have more time to do the later stages. After understanding the objective, challenges and rewards, I decided to include very simplistic character movement. This was chosen to reduce the time to be spent on complex inputs and create a smooth kinesthetic feel. The player can move left, move right, jump and double jump.

To create the different challenges, I based myself off of the punishments that Dante talks about in every ring. As the game does not have AI, the environment has to change for the player. Different terrains modify the player's movement parameters, some levels include weather effects like wind or sandstorms. Finally, some levels also include puzzle-like solutions.

Development was not too complicated. I admit, the digital prototype is very simple, though it was enough to gather some testing feedback. I made my two roommates play the game, and coming from different gaming backgrounds, I adjusted the levels to cater to both audiences.

The prototype contains only 4 levels and a small tutorial, with minimal art, no music and no menus. This can of course be expanded on easily in the future.

I found quite rewarding the fact that one of my play-testers was so dedicated to beat my game that they kept playing until my computer ran out of battery.

#development

[thefanficmonster]

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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