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formulafootball66 · 1 year
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Promoting
a/n: hello! this is my very first fic! criteria is welcome, but please be nice! pairing: neymar x reader warnings: language and slightly mature at the end. word count: 1100 enjoy!
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I really don’t want to be here.
But I had no other choice, my work forced me to be here. Due to the success of my movie in Brazil, I had to go for some kind of event. Of course, where there are events there are after parties, and where there are parties there are potential connections. I’m here for that last purpose.
I’m not doing a good job. I have only spoken to the bartender yet, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. The drink sure did help with the mood.
There is nothing wrong with this party, the lights are maybe a bit too bright, but still. The purple lightning made it impossible to even see your drink. One thing you were able to notice, is the smell. It smells so horrible. Sweaty bodies, strong alcohol and awful food.
The worst part of this place? I don’t speak a word Portuguese and I have zero friends here. So I do what a girl has to do: get another drink.
While walking to the bar, I make sure to check the floor. God forbid that slip over some trash and someone takes a picture of it. So I make sure to focus and dodge all of it.
I was a little bit too focused on not slipping, cause I crashed into someone. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” I say embarrassed and I look up. In front of me stands the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And, oh my God, now I recognize him. Shit. I just bumped into Neymar Jr. The Neymar Jr. The man who was is magazine every week, either with a hot a photoshoot or a rumor that he’s dating a new girl.
“Sem problemas, lindihna,” he says and his voice is just as attractive as himself. I don’t know what the last thing he said means, but I’m pretty sure that he said that it’s not a problem.
“Uh, sorry again!” I mutter, because, man, I want to get away from this awkward conversation. I walk away, but he grabs my arm. “What’s your name again, beautiful?”
“I’m Y/N. And you are Neymar.” I say, lowkey flabbergasted. Hello? He wanted to know my name? He called me beautiful? Neymar has still a hold on my arm. I see that he notices too, because he let’s go of me. Instead he grabs my hand, leads me to the dancefloor area again.
He pulls me closer, hands that have snuck on my hips. His face gets closer. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. His eyes are gleaming mischievous. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. How many times in your life do you get a chance to be so close with an insanely hot man?
“Yeah, are you a fan?” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers over my body. Oh god, what was he doing to me? I only met him like 2 minutes ago.
While my mind wanders, my body knows exactly what I want. I feel hot everywhere. It’s probably a combination of the busy crowd and his body close to mine.
“Kind of. At home we watch a lot football. I think I saw you play a couple of times.” I’m really trying my hardest not to make this awkward. I must admit, I don’t really know Neymar as a player, nor as a person, obviously.
Meanwhile his arms lay loosely around my waist. His right hand creeping down a little.
He chuckles. “So, what brought you here in such short skirt You’re on a mission?”
I blush and look down. I really should’ve worn something else. Now he probably thinks I’m just some easy girl. Then again, I try to gaslight myself into thinking that I don’t care what Neymar thinks or says about me.
“No, definitely not. I had a movie come out. I’m here from promotion, but it’s not really working.” I don’t mention that I’m too scared to talk to people and that I should actually get that third drink.
“Ah, an actress.”
“Yeah, something wrong with that?” I ask kind of defensive.
“The opposite actually.” He says flashing a cocky smirk.
A new songs comes up and it’s some song of the Weeknd. He begins to sway me around. Holy shit. He wants to dance. I’m not a particularly bad dancer, but it’s definitely not one of my talents. But the way he moves, the pure confidence in all what he does, makes me lose it to rhythm too.
“You know, I think I can solve your promotion problems,” he says seductively. His hazel brown eyes looking in mine and locking contact.
I was intrigued, because everything was better than what I was doing. “Oh yeah? Please, tell me.” I say, without breaking the eye contact.
“I can’t tell you, only show you.”
“Show me then.” I say with sudden confidence. His hands lift your chin and his thumb runs over your bottom lip. His other hand cups my jaw and he finally breaks the eye contact to look at my lips. He looks me in the eyes again to asks for permission, maybe? I nod and it happened all in a flash.
And all of sudden his lips are touching mine. I do not kiss back immediately, out of pure shock. The kiss, that was gentle at first, was getting more intense, he kissed me harder. He also gave my ass a little squeeze. That made me gasp and therefore he had the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.
He tastes like expensive alcohol and there is a slight taste of spear mints on his tongue. While our kiss was getting deeper and more passionate, I let out a slight moan and grab his hair. It seems to have done something to him too, because now he groans into the kiss. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him than I already was. I can now feel him. Every part of him.
In the heat of the moment I move my hips slowly, earning another groan from him. He breaks the kiss. “Don’t do that here. Save that for later.” These words make me do it again. And now move hips in a way he can definitely feel it. I do too. In that short moment, I can feel his hard-on. Oh god, is he just as turned on as I am?
Our lips connect again and all of sudden I see flashes around us. Shit, the paparazzi. Neymar doesn’t break the kiss though. That happens a minute later. He let’s go off of my jaw and he brings his mouth close to my ear.
“I’m sure you will make the front page now, bêbe.”
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thesmpisonfire · 5 months
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Now that we're talking about our fluffy Soulfire hcs, lemme present to you Aypierre Wine Machine
He can't have an actual winery here, Create isn't working, but he actually has an inbuilt system that allows him to produce way too alcoholic wine. Its actually the thing that fuels his body and why its allowed to work. He told how this works to Tubbo and how to make him produce wine out of almost anything
At some point, when Pierre is shut down for a day, Tubbo just slaps a tap on his chest and the team reunites and. Puts down any fruit they can find, they put tea, they just try anything bc it has been a shitty day and goddammit they need some damn alcohol
Pierre wakes up and suddenly his system is overridden with new recipes and his teammates are drunk out of their asses and just trash talking everyone else in global. Rivers sent coords to get Roier to fight her but it's the wrong ones so Roier is lot in the middle of the desert somewhere. They hid Mariana comms bc he somehow is the only one who has the right coords and he's trying to get Charlie to visit him. Bad is just clinging to Pac and purring like a tractor while Pac is just talking to him in slurred Portuguese. Tubbo is trying to shove diamonds and see if any wine is made at all. Missa is crying while Lenay and Niki tries to calm his down but can't help but giggle a little. Pol is happily sleepy away
Pierre just stares at this mess and chugs down whatever wine they had made last so he can get on the same page as them. They have the greatest night of their lives
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saleeba · 11 months
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reward ; gabriel martinelli 🌟
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summary ♡ after two beautiful goals during a match that you were unable to see in person, you decide to both apologise to and reward gabriel in your own special way.
pairing ♡ gabriel martinelli x fem!reader
content ♡ 18+ (minors dni), smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, sub!gabriel, domme!reader, mr martinelli being so adorably obedient, cum eating, unprotected sex (pls practise safe sex friends 🫶🏽), praise (m receiving), marking, riding, tit play, kissing, pet names galore, some (google translated >.<) portuguese
a/n ♡ i’m in my slut eraaaaa 🤭 honestly i wanted to go down the fluff route when it came to my pookie but smth came over me o_O i just know this man makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being sucked off i just know it!!!! anyway this goes out to the lovely anon who asked if i was gonna write for martinelli,, i hope this doesn’t disappoint!! this fic is set right after the arsenal v everton match that happened on march 1st so almost 2 months ago 😭 but i think bc bae scored twice it had to be the one <3 anyway hope u guys enjoyyy !!! as always pls lmk if u have any feedback <3 requests are temporarily closed as of now but they’ll open up right after i’m done with my current wips !! :D
[ meu amor = my love // linda = pretty girl // meu anjo = my angel ]
4-0. a formidable result. and the love of your life shares half the score with two spectacular goals.
you’ve been watching the match from your shared living room — work assignments long forgotten — biting your tongue at every slip and trip but buzzing with pure joy when the whistle eventually sounds, concluding arsenal’s victory over everton. you instinctively jump up from the sofa to grab your phone and send gabriel a congratulations text, a ritual that the two of you have unintentionally become accustomed to whenever you were unable to watch him play in person.
congrats baby i’m so proud of you ❤️
you text his phone, not expecting a reply anytime soon since he’s probably still in the dressing room celebrating the team’s win. you smile at the thought of him cheering and dancing with his teammates, the mere mental image sending flutters to your stomach. i am so fucking lucky. a second barely passes before your phone pings with a notification.
thank you meu amor, can’t wait to get home to you ❤️
gabriel’s response comes some minutes later — surprisingly fast in your opinion. not that you’re complaining because it gives you the chance to text him back without missing a beat.
well don’t be too late i want to celebrate with you 🥰
he replies with a simple but sincere ‘🫡❤️’ which makes you laugh audibly. you’re intentionally vague about what you mean exactly, quietly thankful that your charmingly innocent lover doesn’t poke you about how exactly the pair of you are going to celebrate the win together, and that you have the opportunity to take him by surprise when he arrives home later.
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you’ve been mindlessly watching some late night trash television for over an hour or two, maybe even longer, you have no idea because the thought of giving gabriel what you’ve been wanting to give him is the only priority in your mind right now. you glance at the clock on the wall to help you out. 11:57 pm, it reads.
you contemplate texting gabriel once again, starting to miss his presence more and more as the seconds pass. the sound of keys and the front door closing pulls you from your thoughts.
not even a moment after he passes through the living door, you practically leap onto him, arms and legs wrapped around his body in a style not too dissimilar to that of a koala. gabriel chuckles, throwing his house keys onto the sofa-side table and steadying you by the waist, hands clasped together on your back.
“i missed you so much, you did so good, my wonderboy, i’m so so proud of you.” you leave what feels like a million kisses across his entire face, not even attempting to calm down your affection for him. gabriel just lovingly laughs at your antics and welcomes it all in, planting a big kiss on your lips when he finally gets the chance to.
“i missed you too, my love. winning would’ve been even better with you there, though.” he sits down on the sofa, your form still clinging onto him, making you slip yourself into his lap. in the days leading up to the game, you’d been extremely busy with work, suddenly up to your neck in deadlines and assignments which caused you to break your long streak of going to see gabriel play live.
“i know, sweetheart, i’m sorry,” the tiniest frown is momentarily painted on your face. you genuinely do feel bad for not being able to see him do what he loves doing the most at every given chance but what were you to do? casting the small sphere of guilt aside, you lean in to mumble against his full lips, voice low and dripping with desire. “let me make it up to you, hm?”
he responds with a bashful nod, eyes turning slightly wider, his gaze even more doe-like than usual. you move your head from his line of view to start plotting kisses down his tender neck, each one more hungrier than the previous, evoking small whiney moans from the footballer. settling on a spot at the base of his throat, you go on to bite at the surface before soothing it over with your tongue and sucking to see a small bruise forming. the vibrations of his heightening moans make you smile against his now splotchy skin.
stopping yourself from getting carried away with the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down from how good you’re making him feel, you climb down from his lap and stand up, extending your hand out towards him. “come on, baby,” you make a small ‘grabby-hand’ gesture. “i want to show you how proud i really am of you.”
gabriel doesn’t hesitate to pull himself to his feet which allows you to take him by the hand and lead the both of you to your shared bedroom, where you ask him to sit on the end of the bed. you say nothing more, letting the actions of your lips do all the silent talking as you leave a burning kiss on your lover’s mouth, one that goes on for a couple of minutes as neither of you want to let the other go, even if it’s for just a second.
“help me take these off you, baby.” you request, shifting your hands to his shorts where you snap the elastic band against his heated skin. he hikes his hips up at your words, letting you slide the material down his legs and off his body before tossing them over your shoulder. the only thing between you and gabriel’s growingly hard cock is the cotton of his black boxers straining against him.
you triallingly palm him through his underwear, cock twitching upon first touch and you take this as a signal to swipe off the acting barrier between what you desire, flinging that in some random corner of the bedroom too.
gabriel is almost writhing under your touch now, your fingers wrapping around his aching cock to give it a drop of relief. your thumb circles the tip where pre-cum pools around the orifice, spreading the thick fluid over his dark pink head.
“oh my god, please.” gabriel pants out, eyes squeezing shut when you kneel down between his parted legs and kiss the tip of his weeping cock a few times, pre-cum now being shared onto your lips.
“sshh, baby boy, let me take care of you,” you part your mouth to allow your tongue to swirl around it now, knowing that this much stimulation would have him whimpering for so much more. gabriel goes to touch your head for both leverage and relief but you lightly scold him with an ah ah ah before placing his hands on his thighs and telling him to keep them there. you knew he would’ve used them to guide your mouth to where he wanted otherwise but tonight, you’re the one in control — and you made sure to let him know. “try that again and we’ll stop whatever it is we’re doing, okay?” it’s a harmless warning really, because you know there’s no way you could ever say an absolute no to the boy when it comes to things like this, but you still smile appreciatively when he gives you a slow, coy nod.
“good boy.”
you swoop yourself down to capture the first few inches of his cock in your mouth, head moving easily along that particular area. he’s girthy for sure, but it’s his length that’s outstanding; lips stretching as you go lower on him, still struggling to take all of him in despite being with him for years and doing this an unfathomable amount of times. you set your tongue to work to make up for it though, laying it flat against his boner as you drag your head up to the top, lips still enveloping him. you don’t let go just yet as you opt to test yourself on how far you can truly go.
in one determined yet unbroken sweep, you push your mouth to the base of gabriel’s cock, gagging around him instantly as the tip is forced into the opening of your throat. the oscillations coming from you have him moaning deeply, his hands now gripping the sheets. you feel proud for being able to deepthroat him finally, for finding the fuel to do so off of how much you want to see him rewarded for doing so good in that match and for being able to make him sound like an absolute porn star.
you continue on relentlessly, without pausing for breath, just to hear the constant stream of his moans and heavy panting. the sounds cause shockwaves to flood your pussy, rapidly becoming so wet that you doubt you’ve ever been this drenched before. certainly not while being untouched. the bobbing of your head on his shaft gets faster too; you’re now needing him to finish and get what he’s so desperately been craving for, what you’ve been so desperately craving for ever since you got your mouth on him.
temporarily pulling off his cock, you go back to jerking it off and his sounds get even more lustful. “that’s it, baby boy, you’re doing so good for me,” you tap his cock against the flat of your tongue, slick and wet with how hard you’ve been working it on him and he throws his head back with a throaty groan. “god, you make the prettiest sounds, gabi.”
you return to stimulating his cock some more with your mouth, pulling off every few seconds or so — only very briefly — to tell him that you need his cum inside your mouth, that he’s allowed to make a mess on your face, and that your pussy is absolutely dripping with how fucking angelic he sounds right now. once you put your lips around him for the final time, almost swallowing his length again, gabriel switches up the pitch of his moans, signalling that he’s so close to what the two of you have been looking towards.
“ah, ah, amor, please,” his face is twisted in pure pleasure, his full lips separated to let every hefty breath out into the air, face burning with complete determination to orgasm. “i’m so close, please, i’m gonna cum.”
you’re listening to every syllable pour out of that kissable mouth of his, your own one acting unstoppable in its quest to make your lover cum for you. the sounds emitting from the both of you would be branded as utterly obscene if anyone heard them, your tongue and mouth creating the most vulgar slurping noises and gabriel virtually screaming at the top of his lungs at the sensation of you on his cock.
your head delivers one bob, two, nearly two and a half, before gabriel floods your mouth with his cum, the viscous fluid all warm and slightly salty along your tastebuds, voice sounding strangled and overwhelmed as he lets the loudest mewl you’ve possibly ever heard him make escape this throat. you pull off his tip with a pop, taking extra care not to spill a single droplet of his cum on the floor. gabriel pants heavily, chest heaving up and down, as you audibly swallow, giving the corner of your mouth a wipe to tuck a stray drop past your lips, not wanting to waste one bit.
you stand up, legs slightly stiff from being bent at the knees for so long, steadying yourself by grasping onto his shoulders, rubbing them along the toned muscles to soothe his breathing. if he were to be completely honest with you, your actions only sped his heartbeat up, the way your fingers dance across his skin causes it to erupt into a million goosebumps.
“you reckon you can give me another one, sweetheart?” another request falls upon his ears. your voice is relatively hoarse from sucking dick for some time but its tone is so saccharine, gabriel wouldn’t ever imagine denying you.
“anything for you, meu amor.”
your heart almost burst at that.
biting your lip to keep yourself from squealing over how fucking cute he is, you motion to the other end of the bed where plenty of plush pillows lay against the headboard, ushering him towards it. once you watch your lover situate himself where you want, you praise him with a good boy, as he sits with his back against the pillow pile, legs stretched out.
still at the foot end of the bed, you take a step back to make sure gabriel has your full body in view, as you come to the decision of giving him a mini show of you undressing yourself. starting with your bottom half, you turn to face away from him, bending over in the slightest angle, skilful fingers taking off your leggings and underwear in one go, and putting your ass on display. gabriel’s breathing accelerates when he catches sight of your pussy, the way it glistens in the room’s dim lighting making him gulp in a mixture of anticipation and excitement. mind so fixated on imagining the feeling of your tightness on his still sensitive cock, he doesn’t notice that you’re now back facing his awaiting form, hands unclasping your bra and discarding it beside you.
you smile across at him, crawling onto the bed before you land on his outstretched legs, plopping yourself down onto his lap yet again, thighs on either side of him. the juices coating your inner thighs smear onto his own skin.
placing your palms on his flushed chest, you start to grind slowly down onto him, relishing the tiny moans that pass through his lips. “will you let me ride you now, gabi?” you ask, your core intentionally slipping right over the head of his dick and causing you both to gasp out at the deliciously cruel teasing. “oh god, need you inside me now, meu anjo.”
the switch to portuguese and the feeling of your soaked pussy finally enveloping his raw cock sends his mind absolutely reeling. a pair of indecent moans are ripped from the two of you as you set yourself on bouncing and grinding on his cock, not wasting any time on making you both savour the feeling of each other.
“oh my god, baby,” you moan out, head thrown back and hands now embracing his shoulders. “you fill me up so well, ah!” you scream quietly when his dick twitches up into you at the sound of your praises. you notice him clumsily gripping onto the sheets, fingertips seeming antsy to hold something else other than the thin fabric. you smirk to yourself before leaning into his face and leaving a small kiss on his lips. “you can touch me now, y’know.” you say lovingly as your hands bring his slightly sweaty ones onto the curve of your hips, essentially responding for him.
his fingers conform to the shape of you, palms slotting perfectly into place like the two of you were made for each other. gabriel’s whines and whimpers spur you on to move faster and harder against him, the friction of your tits on his chest fogging your brain, hardened nipples on soft, damp skin.
“oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” you pant out into his rifted lips, body rolling and shuddering on top of him. “stuffing me so deep, my good boy, i’m so proud of you,” you’re starting to babble now, words just spilling out of your mouth in sheer adoration and pride for gabriel, not even sure whether you’re talking about how well he’s taking you or how well he did in tonight’s match. either way, your words stand sincere and heartfelt. “so good at everything you do, baby boy, oh my god, so good.”
gabriel isn’t sure if it’s the newly gained feeling of his hands on your pretty body or the way your voice doesn’t stop singing his praises but something sparks his confidence, and he thrusts firmly up into you with a groan of achievement, you reacting with a sudden scream, swearing that you can feel the tip of his cock reaching your stomach. with your back arching on command at the extremely full sensation inside you, gabriel takes the chance to latch his lips onto your left boob, the plumpness of them engulfing the sensitive bud as he sucks gently. the antithesis of your forceful hips on him and his delicate mouth on you has your cunt flooding with even more wetness, your juices only encouraging you to keep moving on his big cock, granted how fucking easy it is to slide up and down him.
he moves onto your right boob, this time involving his tongue, swirling it around and around as if he’s intentionally trying to mimic sending your mind into a similarly spiraled frenzy. you clench around him dangerously, both of you knowing what that action does to gabriel.
“ah, shit!” he whimpers, own head now being thrown back against the headboard as you’re still persistent with your hips, sopping pussy rocking over his length. “i-i think i’m gonna cum, amor.”
“cum for me, baby,” you permit, feeling the high of your own orgasm on the horizon, hips racing to meet gabriel at his climax. “you’ve done so well for me, come on, gabi, i want you to cum inside me, sweetheart, please.” the tight bubble at the pit of your stomach threatens to burst, pussy so tempted to throb around the shaft it’s enveloping.
gabriel’s hold on you gets tighter, imitating the same strength your cunt is exerting on his cock, fingertips pressing into your flesh to give him some relief but the way you clench around him grants him exactly that. his orgasm crashes over him like a ferocious wave, mouth wide open to let strangled moans escape his throat. your own release comes seconds later, just as gabriel is panting out the lasting moments of his, your lips seizing his in an effort to drown your carnal cries of pleasure as his warm cum coats your walls, the feeling of being stuffed and filled with his seed making your face scrunch in ecstasy, whispers of my good boy and that’s it, baby and you did so so well flowing into gabriel’s ears. you both help each other ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms — gabriel’s hands still on your hips as tight as ever, as if to say please don’t leave, knowing that you’ll take your body off him if he removes his grip.
“stay here with me, meu amor, pleeeease!” he whines after you tell him that you need to clean yourselves up, showing off those beautiful doe eyes that make you weak at the knees. huffing at his adorable antics, you respond with a joking roll of your eyes. you both know there is absolutely no way you could ever refuse those big brown eyes.
“alright, alright, but just for 2 minutes, okay?” you poke at his chest as a warning. he smiles, bringing you down with him as he goes to lay on the bed, the two of you still connected down below. “you’re so insatiable, i swear.” you place a meaningful kiss on his tender lips, pulling up to see how his face beams in a post-orgasm glow.
gabriel sweetly yawns, the hustle and bustle of the day now wearing down on him, fingers taken to rubbing your back to soothe himself as his eyelids flutter close. you let him of course, knowing how hard he’s worked on and off the pitch tonight, hand falling amongst the dark strands of his hair as his chest slowly rises up and down. there aren’t enough words to tell him how much you love him, you muse to yourself. you feel so lucky to call him yours.
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louissatturi · 1 month
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Dumb shit cellbit was "cancelled" and criticized for
- Very early in his youtube career (2014-2016) he got criticized because he screamed and laughed very loudedly
- Brazilian YouTube lore, a guy called aruan cut his youtube plaque in half and Brazilian YouTuber HATED that for some fucking random reason and cellbit was one of the people got mad at aruan at that, so aruan made a response video against the criticism and talked about how got "hate from something when there is people trowing fans gifts on the trash but what can he do when he dosent have blue eyes?" And everything thought it as a shade against cellbit and he even tweeted a photo with gifts and stuff, in the end the shade wast for cellbit and they made peace with each other
- Loosing in tetris and called someone "plebe com prime" (pesent/pauper with prime) and banned the guy because they are annoying him, that almost ruined his career
- doing a prank pretending being uncomfortable with people calling him hot and pretty on stream and people got very weird about it and belived in his prank (even some qsmp fans belived in it lol)
- donating subs and bits for trans institucions while playing hogwarts legacy
- being a nerd while flirting with his girlfriend
- gifiting his girlfriend a ipad "too late" because he is rich so he should have gifted that earlier
- criticizing the purgatory 1 event in his alt account in a channel that you can’t clip his streams and dosen't save vods
- having the most famous brazilian ttrpg
- not supporting his friends ttrpg enough because he streamed in english in the middle of the last episode of his friends rpg that was in brazilian portuguese
- having a big comunity and fandom that is diverse
Thats all
(EDIT: i forgot some)
- People got pissed he got a award of "gamer of the year" because he wasn't a real gamer because he only played indie games
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carols-writting · 7 months
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aaaa fiquei tão feliz quando vi alguém brasileiro na fandom :’3 eu posso fazer uma request em português mas vc escreve em inglês pfv? (primeira vez que eu faço isso rsrsrs)
Wukong e Macaque (eu li os nomes deles em português e ficou muito estranho hsjajahja) com um s/o de gênero neutro brasileiro? alguém com o nosso jeitinho amigável e sociável (na maior parte), alguém que fala muito e sempre está disposto a ajudar, faz gambiarras… cê sabe.
elu chamando os meninos de “meu bem”, “meu amor” “vida”, fazendo nossas comidas pra eles, rindo de um jeito contagiante, andando por aí de chinela e bermuda, etc…
FAZER REQUEST EM PORTUGUÊS É MUITO ESTRANHO MDS
aliás vc escreve muito bem <3
HOW WUKONG AND MACAQUE REACT TO A BRAZILIAN READER
fluffy + romantic
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scenario: reader is brazilian and have brazilian traits! they are friendly, funny in a childish way, sociable, always want to help, talkative BUT is able to defend themself just well. they hate to trown things in the trash so they always try to repair things... in their own way. they also use petnames in brazilian portuguese, make brazilian food as a gift and laugh in a funny way
reader: they/them pronouns used, style is mentioned as more of a mandrake like (i just love mandrakes and want to give them representation), a request
warnings: no warnings
authors note: OMG OMG OMG BRASIL MENTIONED AAAAAAAA!!!1! no, but really, i love write brazilian representation, we are so cool fr fr. im literally shaking of excitement!!!1!!! im glad you think my writting is good! im kinda insecure about it cause i study alone... if you can call "fucking around and finding out" studying... anyway! obrigado!!! tenha um bom dia e obrigado pelo pedido, achei divertido escrever >w<
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SUN WUKONG
- he notices the way you talk when yall first meet (accent, catch phrases...) but he didnt wanted to question it, he thought you was going to feel like he was making fun of you
- like stated in the past by me, he have accent in others languages, so he knows it may make you self conscious
- he loves your accent btw (check my "sun wukong react to a reader w accent" post for details)
- but when yall are dating and yall are both is in his house
- yall are having a (playfully) argument, like a love language type of way
- and you acidently say a phrase in portuguese
- "AI- oque o cu tem haver com a calça??" "... what"
- he stare at you in silence for some seconds, you are ready to explain or say "forget it"
- but his face lighten and he seens all exicated
- "repeat it." he say seriously but he looks and sounds so amused, his eyes widened and fixed in you
- "... oque o cu tem haver com a calça?" ":0"
- he loves the way you pronunce words in your first language
- like- LOVE LOVE
- like you just said a love confession
- makes his brain happy :D
- he later on find out that you are brazilian
- hes very curious, ask you a lot of questions about your country
- you explain and make him do a "L" w his hand
- hes very confused to why you scream "FAZ O L!!!1!"
- also asks you to teach him swears and insults
- so when macaque is close, he just turns to you and say "ele é very much feio e arrombado muleke"
- his accent <3333
- anyway- he loves your personality
- you are so sweet
- dosent mind your loudness at all
- he loves how talkative you are, finally someone likes to talk when he dosent have anything to say
- hes alone for a long time, i see him not knowing how to interact w pretty people (aka, u)
- he also admire you for always looking forward to helping others
- how you see a kid alone in the streets, looking around in a lost way
- the kid didnt know chinese but you didnt gave up, using google translator and succeeding in helping the lost kid + calming them down
- also when MK have too much orders, you also help him as much you can
- he have a soft spot for who helps his little guy (/p)
- your "8 years old latino boy in a public school" jokes are very funny to him
- not so different than his humour, but you (somehow) can be worse than him
- ALSO admires how you are good in arguing and standing up for yourself and others
- a regular costumer was being rude to pigsy and was fatphobic w him, you immediately jumped in
- "skinny is not a proof of healthiness. if was, your skinny mom wasnt dead because of cancer. hes what? 48? and your mom was what? 32? well- 'was' because now shes dead" you decide if you was rudely loud and clapping or rudely quiet with arms crossed
- everyone paused in silence but you just stared at the costumer with a intimidating glare
- "OOOOOOOOOOH" mei screamed in the top of her lungs and you had a flashback of your public school years
- you are cruel and rude when needed, he admires that
- also, he thinks is very funny how you hate to trash things
- bro was very amused by how your flip flop had a wire because it broke
- and how you explained to him what "gato" is
- so- theres a way to make the electric box dont notice all the energy and water you use??? so your bills are cheaper than it should be?????
- yall are very creative sometimes
- you wear mandrake style
- if masc, a example is a black shirt w a yellow jaguar, black cardigan shorts and a yellow sneakers + golden chain necklace and a yellowish juliet
- if fem, a example is a white crop top hoodie, a blue jeans mini skirt and white snickers + a silver chain necklace and a blueish juliet
- your makeup style is also so cute!!!1!!
- now, imagine you, w a grumpy face and juliet, laying down in your bed... w a elsa blanket...
- he dosent know if its a joke or not- but it makes him laugh
- everytime you call him petnames in your first language, he "hihihi" giggles and smiles
- "meu bem, can you pass me the control?" "hihihi *gives you the control*"
- sometimes call you "amor"
- you love his accent so much >w<
- "you are so... serelepe" "im what?"
- you struggled to explain it but you succeed it
- now he calls you it
- "you cant kill him!" "teu cu" "... *sigh* you are so fucking serelepe garota" he pouts and looks the other way
- hes totally ok when you playfully insult him, he gets it. its fun
- makes him be more comfortable in messing around w you faster
- and when you cook brazilian food to him? AYO
- brazilian food often have dishes w rice, and our rice isnt so different than chinese rice
- so he would love the way you make rice
- he loves to eat junk, but hes not statunitian to JUST eat it. hes a old style guy in some ways, he likes traditions and especially the chinese culture (looks at the english fandom)
- so he sometimes order healthy food (mostly pigsy noodles, to support his little guy /p)
- he CAN cook, but... does he WANTS to do it? well...
- hes CENTURIES alone in his cottage house, just getting junk food and healthy foods made by other people. nothing too different
- so when he finds someone who makes uncommon food dishes? (at least "uncommon" for him)
- ooooh- hes so happy.
- LOVES LOVES the combination w rice. rice and beans and banana and tomatoes and meat in churrasco style? kiss me.
- CHURRASCO ITSELF??? marry me.
- ooooh- formigueiro cake- his heart is hurting of joy
- BRIGADEIRO??? just get in his bed already /j
- he loves your laugh SO. MUCH.
- the way its funny sounding
- especially if you snort. or gasp for air. or do this typical laugh of a motorcycle running. or just sound like you are dying. or loud laughs.
- anyway, hes just happy that you are so fucking nice and cute
MACAQUE
- another one who noticed your way of talking, he dosent question it cause he simply dont give a single fuck
- dont get me wrong- he is curious- but he simply just dont want to ask. if you wanted, you would tell him
- also loves your accent (check my "macaque reacts to reader w a accent" post for more details)
- but when yall are in your house (who practically turned into his)
- watching a horror movie and you just insult the main character in your first language...
- "puta que pariu- MAS- TU É UM BURRO??? UMA PUTINHA??? CARALHOW- VAI TOMA NO MEIO DO SEU C- nossa mano."
- he just looks at you with a amused face, processing the situation and when he does, his tail start to move like a cat and he pauses the movie
- "what?-" "i love your language. *movie start to play again*"
- hes totally down for learning about your language and country
- hes also super interested in the history and culture
- "and you can tell wukong 'o chupa cu vai te chupar se você não cala a boca'" "... chope cu?"
- you explain to him what 'chupa cu' is
- hes very confused... WHO TF HAD THIS MONSTER IDEA??? A MONSTER WHO LITERALLY IS CALLED "ass sucker"?????
- he told it to wukong tho
- and didnt gave him a translation
- wukong thinks he just got cursed
- also calls you "pirallha"
- "TEU CU. that i will do it" "*roll eyes* pirallha do caralho"
- his accent too <33333
- also loves your personality
- you are so nice, something he needs to experience
- hes not a big talker, so hes glad that you can carry the conversation going and going alone
- he loves to hear you, even when you are saying to someone go to the hoe house... or saying that your ass turned cold (i swear is not a sexual phrase I SQEAR PLEASE BELIVE ME)
- the way you are so kind to everyone you respect? makes his heart go all fuzzy
- the way you help pigsy do the noodles in the morning
- or when you help a stranger in the street to carry their heavy stuff
- you always are making jokes to make others laugh or just to have a fun time in general
- even tho your humour is childish, still never fails to make others laugh (for finding it funny or just being shocked w your latino jokes)
- makes others happy makes YOU have a nice time- your such a sweet person omg
- did i said you "are kind to anyone who you respect"? yeah. is kinda easy to lose your respect
- someone said how your accent is "so fucking weird and you should stop talking"
- you just look at them up and down w your best mean (debochada) face
- "really? your mother loved it. the way i demanded her to call my name w my accent was pretty cute in her eyes. well- what can i say? some mommys have a better taste than their childs. and- oh- your mommy DO have a GOOD taste!"
- bro is laughing so hard and loudly (just to spicy the argument)
- you make gambiarras? he gets it. things are expensive. fuck capitalism /gen
- but when you explained him what a "brazilian electric shower" is... and thats a regular shower but electric... hes what the actual fuck mood
- "and is works just fine!" "... how." "i dont know, im not a-" "no. how yall are still alive." "... luck?"
- again, you wear mandrake style and he thinks is so cool
- is curious about how you do your makeup
- teaches you about chinese makeup too
- then he sees you, in a mandrake style, laying down w a shrek blanket
- he takes a picture and hold on his dear life to not laugh
- everytime you call him petnames in your first language hes so embarassed
- "vida, can you pick this up to me?" "*freezes* ... .... ... *silently give you what you asked for*"
- after 6 months, he gets confident enough to try calling you petnames in portuguese
- not because is in another language, he just think its too much of a personal situation
- now he calls you "minha querida"
- and is the most cute thing ever :3
- "what is lazarento?" "ah, is a insult in the minas gerais region" "hm."
- congrats, now u are a "lazarento"
- "but- you cant just leave! we arent finished cuddling yet!" "foda-se" "*tsk* ... you a fucking lazarento pra porra"
- he LOVES when you playfully insult him
- he loves to playfully insult others
- hes worried of hurting you for some years tho, but w time he will be more confident
- he steals food. nothing can prove me wrong.
- so finally being gifted a food. a food who was meant and MADE for him? hes so glad and happy
- also, hes centuries eating practically the same type of food, a bit of a break isnt so bad...
- hes not very comforted by the uncommon food- but he wouldnt refuse to eat it
- now he just want to eat your food.
- pão de queijo? pamonha? mix of rice and beans w something else? he will love it all
- also, JUST wants to eat your food now
- sometimes he will text u, trying to give hints that he wants your food
- "im hungry 🙁" "want me to order something for u?" "no, i want something else" "meu cu?"
- he dosent respond after that, like a punishment (in a /j way)
- but when he comes to your (his) house and you made dinner? you are forgiven
- your laugh makes him laugh, he loves it
- macaque dosent like the new, but grown to (somehow) like the weird
- so he loves every single weird laugh out there.
- hes glad you are so different, he loves everything about you, especially your weirdness cause thats what difference you of others
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spamminginks · 3 months
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Comic Progress
I thought it would be a fun idea to show you all how I went about making this comic since I don't see people do it very often.
Timeline:
-Day 1 Part 1-
I started by making a side profile study of what I wanted the ender king to look like and the comic thumbnails while Phil was still live, before he had even seen Missas' "house". I have hyperphantasia (I have extremely vivid mental imagery) so I already knew what I wanted everything to look like, so I was able to finish both the side profile and the full thumbnail set before Phil had even ended stream.
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-Day 1 Part 2-
Took a short break to take a nap and eat some food (remember to always take breaks and save the progress you have down to send to yourself so you can see it at a different angle. It helps a lot with seeing any errors you may have made.) At this point it was getting close to when I usually sleep so I only did a little more progress before I stopped for the day.
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-Day 2-
Really started pumping out more refined final sketches for about half of the pages. The only one that I didn't like was page 1 of set 2. Added text and experimented with text location
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-Day 3-
I decided to make a 3d ref for page 1 of set 2 because I was struggling to get the angle right, finished the other half of the final sketches and figured out what I wanted for page 1 of set 3.
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-Day 4-
Break day. Didn't do much beside deciding what angle I wanted page 2 of set 3 to be at and light edits all around. This was also the day I decided I wanted the comic to at least be translated into spanish and started asking around for a translator in different qsmp discord servers I'm in.
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-Day 5-
This was the day I made my post about the comic! I started rendering 5/12 pages and finished page 3 of set 3 (sorry for the trash image quality).
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-Day 6-
Decided to full send it and do all four of the main qsmp languages. @tikiloowho got me in contacts with @insertatitlehere for the french translation and @the-anime-idiot got me in contact with @/zzkkai_ for the portuguese translation (cellbit discord my beloved). While I waited for the translations to get back to me, I finished fully rendering 11/12 pages. The only one I didn't finish was the first page because I wanted to customize the enchantment table text on the book for all of the languages.
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Got all of the translations plus any grammar updates that got caught and implemented them into the comic and fixed any last minute edits I wanted to make. Stopped for the rest of the day to come back to check if anything else needed fixing.
-Day 8-
Posting day!!! The comic is now available in all four languages listed above! Thank you for following along and checking out my art! It really means a lot <33
English | Español | Française | Português Brasileiro
My personnel favorite pages
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clovermine13 · 9 months
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It's been awhile since an IF has managed to completely take over my brain in awhile so I decided to get a drawing of my @infamous-if MC Delilah Rose, commissioned from @inorheona, who always does a fantastic job.
OC Fun Facts below
Pansexual
100% has a praise kink, she wants to explore that more but the kind of sex she has doesn't usually leave much room for conversing.
Has been wildin' in the club since she broke up with Seven, like a lot, probably to much, maybe needs therapy. Definitely needs therapy
has a very particular Pen Preference and while she will use whatever is available, she might complain. Also, prefers to write in one of her many notebooks over her notes app.
She does drink, she does do drugs (Coke or Oxy depending on her mood) but tries to stay sober and makes sure her friends get home. Also, she sleeps around and would rather do that as sober as possible.
Has definitely written lyrics on the back of a one night stand. In sharpie, she was very sorry. She always dedicates that song to that poor women.
Would kill to play a rain show. She has a thing with rain storms.
Loves to read romance novels. especially fantasy ones, ESPECIALLY spicy ones. Its trash but she loves it.
Is she still actively in love with her ex, probably, is she planning on avoiding that with every fiber of her being, absolutely.
I like to think she is part of a VERY casual FWB situation with the lead singer of another band where they meet up when they are in the same place and send each other memes. For two rockstars, its pretty wholesome.
Would absolutely love to be in a committed relationship, monogamous or otherwise but is too afraid to even try.
Wants a big family, is looking forward to being an aunt, is convinced she is going to be a horrible mother, which isn't true but she doesn't think highly of herself, also she doesn't know how to balance her music and the relationships she has that aren't directly tied to her music and having a baby scares her. (She is very careful)
Is okay with the idea of being married but doesn't think it's necessary, catch her with her lover initial around her neck, or initials tattooed on her wrist.
Is super committed and very touchy in a relationship, really enjoys PDA but wants to keep as much of her relationship private as she can, just for them.
Will eventually write love songs but hasn't written one in a long time.
Is completely unaware of how she affects people, not is a mean way, she just doesn't think she is that important outside of her music. She is sweet, just sad and a bit oblivious. She is a sweetheart she just doesn't believe you really like her.
Says she is indifferent about her parents, that's kind of true, she still wishes they liked her (Head canon wise, I think her Dad does and wants to reconnect but at this point he doesn't know how and her Mom resents Delilah, she never wanted kids and D is aware of this. )
She is Chinese on her Dads side and Portuguese on her Moms. She is First Gen American and doesn't really know he extended family.
I think friends would call her D if nicknames ever become a thing.
Would love to have pets, maybe a bird or some bunnies. But she is literally never home.
Love language is a tie between Physical Touch/ Words of Affirmation
Loves pet names.
A pacifist unless she needs to fight then she can.
I like to think she has a lot of half baked talents like her parents put her in a ton of activities to keep her busy and supervised when she was young so she can sew, tie fancy knots, put up a tent, build a fire, has basic tap/ballet, karate and can raise goats and ride a horse.
Is an absolutely mid cook. She tries but generally hates cooking.
Has everyone's things in her apartment. Like she has a spare room and in that spare room is two dressers and a closet full of the bands stuff and they can sleep there whenever.
Has a top secret email that Fans can use to get in touch with her and there is a higher chance of getting a reply. Sometimes people use it as free therapy (She is not someone who should be giving advice) or different artistic pursuits, fanart, short stories. I think she has written songs based on short stories sent to her email, she gives them credit and dedicates those songs to the author. Has she received fanfic to this email.... Yes.
Is artistic and tends to work on other projects while idle. Right now she is crocheting a baby blanket.
Has so many belts.
Favourite Colour- Green
Favourite Show- Black Mirror
Favourite Movie- The Princess Bride.
I only create one MC per game. I am not a multiple MC girlie. So she will romance everyone but as an angsty, second chance romance girl, Seven is probably gonna be her main. (Although G is a close second.)
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sp4ceqtown · 11 months
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Pregnant - Neymar Jr.
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Neymar and You had been dating for a few months when you found out you were pregnant. You were scared and didn't know how to tell him. When you finally told him, he was surprised, but happy.
You both started planning for the future, deciding on names, decorating the nursery. Neymar even attended all of your prenatal appointments with you.
One day while at a doctor's appointment, Neymar asked if he could hear the baby's heartbeat. The doctor put the ultrasound wand on your belly and you heard it together, it was such a special moment! Neymar teared up and said that he couldn't wait to meet your little one and spend the rest of his life with you both.
You decided to do a gender reveal party with all of our friends and family present. After the gender reveal, you found out that you were having a boy!
Returning home, you and Neymar cuddled on the bed, his hand resting on your belly.
"eu te amo! não vejo a hora do nosso bebê chegar e passar o resto da minha vida com você!" (i love you! i can't wait for our baby to arrive and spend the rest of my life with you!) Neymar said, rubbing your belly and giving it a kiss.
"eu também te amo, Ney!" (i love you too, Ney!) You said, happy to have a small family with the love of your life.
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Author's Note :
a little pregnant reader x Neymar since Neymar and Bruna are having a baby!🎉 Some trash Google Translate Portuguese... I hope you enjoy it! Please send me some requests<3
- Megi.
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In another blog - sorry I dont remember- an anon said at the end the 'tinhats' like you were right. Now I believe NYC story about how HM and WK 1st meeting went terrible bc M sat at K sofa arm.
About how W turn out balanced, he was co-raised by other aristo families, ie the Van Cutsen, Diana was said to look up at the mother as a role model, and had weekly mandatory meetings with The Queen. W was carefully surrounded by good kids of society that even traveled with him, exception to Camilla son later. I find W proposal meh bc Africa is not K thing, but with the 'picked the biggest stone' story from his parents and Mr backyard, all in the field brother, the helicopter sounds surreal.
I think H was expecting the bodyguard to come with dads worries about his sexual life bc the story Ive seen about W was in a cruise in the Mediterranean on the yatch of a megarich friend of KC, also with an older women, sounds arranged. Around the same time it was rumored W had slept with KC goddaughter Tara, who denied. That was on The Sun cover and serious magazines articles. This is another thing about W he wants, no one never cared about him. I never could stand him and dont wish him well bc hes envy, entitled and damaging, but Im surprised to realise how abandoned he was. Like the title in BR Portuguese, he is a leftover and Meghan cant accept she got another trailer trash.
I'm constantly surprised at how many of those old stories turned out to be true. Yes, the sofa story now rings true.
In a way, Harry's upbringing was downright criminal and now we see the consequences. William at least got some attention. He got nothing.
I bet Kate and the Middletons were also a good, or at least normal, influence in Will's life. I remember rolling my eyes at all the "cheese toast" stories, but maybe that was exactly what he needed. Carole as a mummy substitute sounded pathetic a year about, but it's a lot more functional and normal than Meghan as a mummy substitute.
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galvanizedfriend · 6 months
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List your nine most favorite books
Tagged by @jinxedwood
It was so hard to keep this to nine. I feel like this is a list that changes a lot, depending on my mood (with a few exceptions). Like jinxedwood, I feel I must add a disclaimer: some of these books are great, some of these books are great to me. I like what I like.
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. I've lost count of how many times I've read this. It's totally nonsensical and hilarious and I absolutely love it. I collect Alice in Wonderland editions, and I have read every single one of them at least once. Don't feel the same way about Through the Looking Glass though. Wonderland is very uniquely insane, which is what makes it great.
1984 by George Orwell. I fully realize this book is much more impressive when you're 18 and reading it for the first time, but I will absolutely fight anyone who trashes it. It stands the test of time to an eerie (and somewhat depressing) degree. I remember getting to the end of this and being so completely disheartened by the way it ends that I was upset for a week. I was 18, but still. It's a great book.
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. I am OBSESSED with Jurassic Park, ok? It's my favorite movie ever. And precisely because of that, I postponed reading this book forever because I was fully convinced it would suck and I didn’t want to live with the source material of my favorite movie letting me down. But then these really really beautiful editions of the series came out and I just had to buy them, and so eventually I had to read them as well. AND LO AND BEHOLD! The book is actually great! Not better than the movies, mind you, but really good. It's different enough that it's surprising even to someone who's seen the movies 30 times like me. And it's also very philosophical, whereas the movie focuses more on the adventure and the T-rex (for obvious reasons, to great success). 10/10.
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. First time I read this I was 13 and it was this 1936 edition written in Portugal Portuguese, maybe even the first translation of this work into the language, and I hated it. Then many years later I found this stunning Barnes and Noble edition in English and decided to give it a second try. Instantly obsessed. It's a huge exposition in vanity, hedonism, ego and the human nature, monologues can last for pages and pages, but it's so interesting, so insightful and the dialogues are so good.
Epitaph of a Small Winner (Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas), by Machado de Assis. This is a masterpiece of Brazilian literature and probably my favorite thing I've read by Machado de Assis, who's one of, if not the most revered writer of all time in my country. Brás Cubas is a wealthy 19th century dead man and the narrator of this book, in which he makes reflections and digresses on many chapters of his life - after his death. It's a basically a fictional autobiography written by someone by a dead man. I just googled to see what the first paragraph was like in English, because it's one of my favorites ever, and it's still great. "I am a deceased writer not in the sense of one who has written and is now deceased, but in the sense of one who has died and is now writing." He dedicates the book to the first worm to eat his flesh. Brilliant.
Vicious by V.E. Schwab. I love Victoria Schwab so much, have read almost everything she's ever written. If writing talent was something you could buy at a supermarket, I’d get myself doses of hers. I love her style. Even the things that I objectively don't like, I still enjoy for the writing alone. This is probably my favorite thing she's ever written. I love the duality between Eli and Victor, I love their rivalry, I love the ideological war between and how ruthless they are, how far they are both willing to go just to prove a point. Neither of them is a good guy or a hero, and I love that about this story. It's not really that original, you can see where she drew inspiration from, but still. I love it.
Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann. The moment I finished reading this, years ago, I wondered how the hell this hadn't been turned into a movie yet. Thank you, Martin Scorsese, for listening to me. Please, don’t fuck this up. It's not fiction, which is not something I read very often because I’m easily bored, but this is amazingly written. And the story is so crazy. Maybe Americans are more familiar with it, but I wasn't, and it stunned me from start to finish. If you don’t know what it’s about, at some point in the history of the USA, the members of the Osage Nation were the richest people in the country, and then they started dying, one by one. The investigation into those murders was crappy because of racism, but it also led to the foundation of the FBI as it is known today. David Grann is a genius. I've read other books by him, all of them non-fiction, and it's always an unbelievable true story that's just shocking. His investigation into the topics is fantastic. He has one about the lost city of Z that is WILD. I’ve told everyone I know about that book.
The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne. I know John Boyne has some controversial books (which I have tried to stay away from), but this is so good. His writing is amazing. It's such a heartbreaking story, but the way it's narrated is so light that instead of being depressive, it just made me so hopeful. The main character is probably one of the most naturally likable MC I've ever read, too. Every other character in the story is either insane or absurd, sometimes both. Probably the best dialogues I’ve ever read in a book.
The Conqueror's Wife by Stephanie Thornton. Listen, this is one of those books that I'm sure not everyone will like. But it's almost like it was written for me. It's a historical romance, it has multiple narrators, it’s based in real people that existed and it's about Alexander the Great. I have an inexplicable obsession with Alexander the Great, don't ask. I’ve read tons of stuff on him, so the fact this draws a lot from the real stuff makes it even better. The title is a little misleading, makes you believe it's about Alexander's wife (or one of them anyway), but it's not. The four narrators are two of his wives, his younger sister and Hephaestion. It paints a very gruesome and realistic picture of Alexander, beyond the myth. 10/10 for me.
Honorable mentions: The Song of Aquiles by Madelline Miller, Battle Royale by Koushun Takani.
Tagging: @definedareasofuncertainty, @misssophiachase, @amandakc, @austennerdita2533, @purplesigebert, @sekretny and anyone else who might want to do this. :) Tag me back so I can see your book list, I love that!
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sauerland-2001 · 6 months
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I don’t want to be too harsh on the second season, because it’s essentially a kids show and I have no business writing some super serious review about it :D
It’s still a good little show, I just missed season one‘s sweetness and care for the core characters. Remember when Marlon was a fully rounded character, in scenes with his mom about his ambition and willingness to sacrifice things so he could become a surf pro? Remember his friendship with Ari??
Remember Bhodi‘s family issues? Remember Poppy‘s other brother??
Introducing three (!) new characters to antagonize the established ones was…a choice. Why not use the Griff gang to cause more trouble? Where were they?? Wren took up SO much screen time and for what. Same with her siblings.
Summer is now close to sainthood. She took being blamed for the trashed hotel room pretty well, she took the blame for the smashed store window, she tried again and again to make nice with Wren, she forgave Bax that he sabotaged her board - season 1 Summer would have done at least one stupid thing as a reaction, but I guess this is her growing up.
I like both Summer and Ari, but I still don’t see them as this amazing couple that needs to be together. They were underdeveloped in season 1, so seeing Summer all hung up about him was weird.
The worst thing this season was that they touched the Poppy/Bodhi friendship. You don’t do that, writers. Those two are unbreakable. Glad they made up.
Now to the good things: Bodhi being into girls, amazing. Please continue, show.
Also, A+ for not ignoring the issue of racism and sexism in the sport. Little things like there not being any make up for Poppy’s skin tone or the stylist groaning about Bodhi‘s hair. And of course the awful diversity comment, just in case viewers missed the earlier racist clues.
The surf scenes looked better and glossier than in season 1.
The respect for the First Nations.
Marlon speaking Portuguese, loved it. No subtitles either, well done.
Glad they didn’t forget about Tommo‘s problem with the pro side of surfing. I’m not sure he goes about it the right way when it comes to Ari, but he clearly means well. He’s just a bit of a bulldozer. They have a very interesting father son dynamic.
Also glad they didn’t forget about Ari‘s anxiety and that we got updates on him still being in therapy and taking medication now. His dad was right when he said that those things don’t make it easier for Ari to deal with the pressure of the pro business. What a real moment when he couldn’t remember if he had taken his medicine or not :(
Anyway, I’d love to see a third season, but I won’t be heartbroken if things end here.
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Sergeant Christine ‘Riot’ Vega, Task Force 141
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772
Nationality: Spanish/British
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Bi (prefers men)
Birth date: 5th September, 1994
Height: 170 cm / 5ft 7in
Weight: 70 kg / 154 pounds
Hair: Natural blonde in several tones ranging from honey to almost platinum
Eyes: Light blue
Build: Curvy/Hourglass, well toned by training
Blood type: O- (universal donor, is fucked if needs blood though, Price is always requesting supplies when they’re on an op just in case)
Favourite colour: Red
Preferred civilian clothing: When off duty she usually wears blue jeans, usually skinny, red or black t-shirts, and black hoodies or sweatshirts, with trainers or boots and a leather biker jacket.
Hobbies: Cooking, learning languages, videogames, music (rock and metal specially, has a soft spot for pop and electronic sometimes), History and Archaeology
Studies: College graduated in History and Archaeology by Cambridge (online degree)
Parents: Medics for Doctors without borders, killed in a terrorist attack in Benin when she was eighteen and in college in UK. She enlisted right away and finished her degree online.
Languages: Spanish (mother tongue), English (C2), French (C1), German (C1), Russian (B2) / Can survive in Italian and Portuguese, and is trying to learn Japanese and Chinese
Tattoos: A rampant phoenix in an aggressive attacking position on her upper back and a triquetra on her right ankle (Soap has the same design on his left ankle)
Scars: Plenty on her body, from bullets to knife cuts. The more recent one is the large half assed Glasgow smile on the left side of her face, from the corner of her lips to almost her cheekbone, the reason why she wears the mask.
Headcanons:
- Plays both guitar and bass guitar, and Soap tried to teach her to play the drums
- They used to have a music group with other rookies
- Cold, silent and collected when in the frontline, Soap got a liking to Ghost at first because he reminded him of her. Down to the stupid deadpan jokes.
- Met Soap in boot camp, they were fast friends/brother-sister because both their brains work alike (lightning speed). She admires Soap’s proficiency with things that go BOOM, and considers him to be wicked smart, she can’t calculate that fast to save her life
- She adores Ghost’s jokes, and enjoys greatly to hear Soap squirm with them
- Despises tea, calling it ‘pissy water’ (her mother loved it though), prefers water, juice or coffee
- Rarely drinks alcohol
- Sings in the shower and used to like going to karaoke bars
- She is always cold
- Gets mouthy the more physically hurt she is. If she’s getting mouthy, flirty and cheeky, she’s bleeding heavily. Soap is thankful Ghost is not like that
- Her brain works at 200% speed, storing info (hopefully useful, most of the time it’s not). Example: she learns languages fast because she memorizes vocabulary and phrases at lightning speed, but she also knows by heart tons of dog breeds.
- Hyperfocuses on shit to the point of obsession and sleepless nights
- Her call sign Riot is NOT because she’s a riot (well she is), the story is even better. It involves a SAS rookie op in Turkey, staging a riot in a prison, breaking Soap out of the prison’s infirmary and a stunt leaping from a roof Soap still has nightmares about.
- She has a fucked up knee since then (and will keep fucking it up more, you’ll see)
- Likes very spicy food but can’t have cilantro: tastes and smells like trash to her (she has that gene, yeah)
- Has PTSD from the op in Transnistria, has flashbacks and breakdowns sometimes, but is determined to keep going. Price is surprised/pleased to learn that she goes to therapy weekly, instead of the mandatory once a month (he had to drag Soap and Ghost to go even once a month, specially after Las Almas which is why Price has deemed it necessary; Gaz goes bi-weekly)
- Got licensed as a drone pilot after a bad op with her previous unit, HeadHunters, where she was on medical leave for three months. She was bored out of her mind not doing anything, so she signed up for a course.
- Hates her last Captain with the passion of a burning sun, dreaming of putting a bullet to his skull. Price understands and approves (he despises him too), just warned her to not be caught if they happen to cross him (he has an alibi prepared).
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Headcanons from my fanfiction novels to distract me from the fact that Alisson is being called trash on my twitter.
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Alisson Becker x Virgil van Dijk
Virgil has problems with insomnia, so Alisson helps him sleep by braiding his hair.
Alisson is very exhausted after intense games and sleeps on Virgil's lap inside the bus/plane.
Virgil often thinks about denouncing the profiles that criticize Alisson on twitter. He just doesn't because Alisson tells him to ignore it.
Virgil likes to kiss Alisson on the nose.
Alisson likes to play Brazilian songs that remind him of Virgil.
Both sleep cuddling because Alisson likes to be cuddled and because Virgil can only sleep well holding something.
The kiss on the cheek during the Champions League parade was what made Virgil realize he was in love with Alisson.
Alisson usually writes short sentences in Dutch (he uses the translator) and sticks around the house when Virgil has a bad day.
They are a couple that doesn't mind the language barrier because they know each other so well that they always understand each other.
Virgil's favorite word for Alisson is Mijn slimme Braziliaan
Alisson's favorite word for Virgil is Elegante
Kostas Tsmikas x Thiago Alcântara
Kostas is definitely in love with Thiago.
They are married but have never told anyone.
Among them it was Kostas who fell in love first and hardest.
Thiago is more discreet in public, but at home he kisses Kostas the most.
Thiago makes food so that Kostas can be entertained when he is sad (typical Latin mother)
Kostas makes small pen "tattoos" on Thiago's wrists after an injury or surgery.
They took an oath that, if they were to separate due to transfers, they would officiate their marriage.
Thiago doesn't care about injuries anymore because Kostas takes care of him.
Kostas likes to kiss Thiago's neck and cheek.
Thiago speaks Portuguese to Kostas to make him sleep.
Kostas presents Thiago with drawings of Thiago's eyes from different angles.
When they both fall asleep, they start sleeping on each side of the bed. But, Kostas crawls to Thiago's side and soon both are sleeping completely tangled up in each other.
Rumor has it they are the most passionate couple in the AXA, more so than Alisson and Virgil.
It was a couple that no one expected, but it worked out super well.
PART TWO COMING SOON!
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Kaguya-sama fanbook gushing
TURNS OUT AKASAKA AKA WAS FASTER THAN ME AND MADE MY WORK ADVOCATING FOR THE ENDING WAY EASIER.
A Fanbook was released to celebrate the ending of the manga, featuring a short novel: "Ishigami Yu wants to gift". I'm translating it to portuguese with a friend and a friend is translating it to english.
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:))))))))))))
And yes. We can basically infer a lot of the main plot of the manga was "cancelled" or cut short, and as for Ishimiko's "side B" - he's fully aware of their open plot threads, adresses them, confirms a LOT of takes we had about Ishigami/Ishimiko/Tsubame and drops a BANGER final line that basically confirms our wildest dreams of "Ishigami knows. He pretended not to see all this time".
I'M IN LOVE. IT'S PERFECT. Will elaborate later. Also, Ishigami's rants never get old - do understand, he's trash and I love him just the way he is. I'm giddy that I got his inner pov voice so close in my old fanfiction (should dump them to ao3 someday hehe)
the final page did a number on my heart. oh maaaan........
it's the "wants to invite" chapter on my heart all over again. Trust the octopus man. I promise he did put all the love and care into his story I told you he did.
their final profiles are the most "vague" out of all characters, clearly hinting at a work in progress. And they are the cutest. I'll die for them.
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LOOK AT MY BABIES ;-;
novel specific gushing later. it's gold
EDIT: English translation here! https://satorin.xyz/story
If you need someone to gush or ask anything, yours truly loves hearing squeeing
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Non-fictions books from Brazil
1-The life that no one sees by Eliane Brum
A reporter in search of events that don't make the news and people who aren't celebrities. A chronicler searching for the extraordinary contained in each anonymous life. A writer who delves into everyday life to prove that there are no ordinary lives. The beggar who never asked for anything. The airport baggage handler who never flew. The monkey who, after escaping from his cage, went to the bar to drink a beer. The thrown-in-the-trash photo album that begins with a family girl and ends with a chorus girl. The man who ate glass but was only hurt by invisibility.(goodreads.com)
2- Bruno: Conversations with a Brazilian Drug Dealer by Robert Gay
In the 1980s a poor farmer's son from Recife, Brazil, joined the Brazilian navy and began selling cocaine. After his arrest in Rio de Janeiro he spent the next eight years in prison, where he joined the Comando Vermelho criminal faction and eventually became one of its leaders. Robert Gay tells this young man's dramatic and captivating story in Bruno . In his shockingly candid interviews with Gay, Bruno provides many insights into the criminal world in which he details of day-to-day prison life; the inner workings of the Brazilian drug trade; the structure of criminal factions; and the complexities of the relationships and links between the prisons, drug trade, gangs, police, and favelas. And most stunningly, Bruno's story suggests that Brazilian mismanagement of the prison system directly led to the Comando Vermelho and other criminal factions' expansion into Rio's favelas, where their turf wars and battles with police have terrorized the city for over two decades. (goodreads.com)
3- Bossa Nova by Ruy Castro
Bossa nova is one of the most popular musical genres in the world. Songs such as "The Girl from Ipanema" (the fifth most frequently played song in the world), "The Waters of March" and "Desafinado" are known around the world. Bossa Nova, a number-one bestseller when originally published in Brazil as Chega de saudade, is a definitive history of this seductive music. Based on extensive interviews with Antonio Carlos Jobim, Joao Gilberto, and all the major musicians and their friends, Bossa Nova explains how a handful of Rio de Janeiro teenagers changed the face of popular culture around the world. Now, in this outstanding translation, the full flavor of Ruy Castro wisecracking, chatty Portuguese comes through in a feast of detail. Along the way he introduces a cast of unforgettable characters who turned Gilberto's singular vision into the sound of a generation. (goodreads.com)
4-Dump room by Carolina Maria de Jesus
The diary of paper collector Carolina Maria de Jesus gave rise to this book, which recounts the sad and cruel daily life of life in the favela. The simple but blunt language moves the reader with its realism and sensitive look when telling what she saw, lived and felt during the years she lived in the community of Canindé, in São Paulo, with three children. (goodreads.com)
5- We aim for love and hit loneliness by Ana Suy
Love, loneliness and psychoanalysis for today.
We can read that love contains loneliness within it, because at the heart of love there is always loneliness, and that's why those who can't stand loneliness also can't stand love." Written from dialogues, We aim at love and get it right in solitude, emerged from experiences lived by the author in classrooms, in analysis sessions (as an analysand or analyst), with friends, in readings of theoretical research. In this book, psychoanalyst and professor Ana Suy wants, above all, to continue this conversation with you, the reader, without the intention, however, of being a manual or an academic treatise on the topic. (goodreads.com)
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Bond: Overture - 01: Dior
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RATING: Teen to adult GENRE: Sci-Fantasy, LGBTQ CONCEPTS: Space exploration, magic, reincarnation, higher powers, human nature, space opera
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NOTE: This chapter was edited for length and content on 12/15/23.
01: DIOR
Present Day (2136 CE)
Major Dior Harcourt was many things, chief among them being an unrepentant gossip. His penchant for picking up information made him perfect for his job, but he was the first to admit his burning need to give his opinion on it sometimes made him petty.
Standing outside the ARES administrative building, trying to behave like a grown military officer instead of a giddy teen, Dior decided today was a day to be petty.
It was August, and hot in Oregon. The gray service uniform of the Administration for the Research and Exploration of Space, in addition to being drab and boring against his dark brown skin, was stiflingly warm. His nose was beginning to sweat, making his sunglasses slip down, but he’d be damned if he blinked first.
Captain Alex Wolfe stood nearby, pretending Dior wasn’t there. He perused a second-year university student’s roster for the new semester, the two discussing it in rapid-fire Portuguese Dior couldn’t follow. Jace Caldeira-Serano was the young man’s name, if Dior remembered correctly; he was enlisted in ARES officer training, and was the little disaster apprentice Alex decided to mentor.
The warning bell rang, and the dark-haired young woman next to Jace grabbed his collar without looking up from her phone, dragging him toward class whether he was ready to go or not. Sirocco Malak, Alex mentioned her occasionally as well.
With no other distractions available, Alex was forced to acknowledge Dior’s presence.
“Whatever you’re smiling about, I don’t remember it.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” Dior grabbed the drink carrier from the low wall beside him and followed Alex inside, past a line of fourth-year trainees preparing to embark on their first morning run of the semester. “How was sleeping on the floor by your front door?”
“Cozy,” Alex said easily. “Thanks for dropping me there.”
“You crawled. Then went dead weight when I tried to help you up, so I left you there.”
Dior passed one of the two iced coffees to Alex, tossing the carrier in the general direction of a trash can as they stepped into the elevator. He stopped a student from following and abused the “close” button until the woman’s shocked face disappeared behind the silvery doors. Alex winced when Dior rounded on him.
“So, you slurred something very interesting between drinks eight and nine.” From Alex’s face, Dior could tell he clearly remembered the fun bit of trivia he’d shared. “You told me Leo decided to tell you he loved you, thirty seconds before he left for Mars.”
Dior was referring to Major Micah Leonidas, Alex’s longtime roommate, flight partner, and in recent years, superior, a gifted officer who smashed every record he touched. Leo graduated the six-year Academy in four years and medical school in three, started his fellowship as the youngest crew member on the new High Orbit Space Station at twenty-five, and became the youngest ARES Major on record at only twenty-seven.
Now, at twenty-eight years old, Leo was making history as one of the first two people to set foot on Mars, as the youngest mission Captain in history. He was also the resident microbiologist of the mission; in theory, Leo was a genius.
In practice, Alex’s many anecdotes led Dior to believe he was an idiot.
Instead of answering, Alex darted out of the elevator when the doors opened on the second floor. Dior sprinted past him, throwing himself dramatically against Alex’s office door to prevent his escape.
“He left nine months ago,” Dior reminded him. “And I’m only hearing about this now? What did you say?”
Alex’s frustrated glare melted into a wince.
“Oh no.” Dior finally remembered to yank off his sunglasses. “What the hell did you say?”
“I said…that was cool.” Alex’s voice was almost a whisper, a shrill warble of embarrassment as if there was anyone else in the empty hallway to hear. “And then I gave him a high five and left.”
Dior stared at him, waiting for the punchline. There was no way that wasn’t a joke. Adam pursed his lips and nudged him out of the way, unlocking the door so they could go inside.
“A high five?” Dior managed to repeat, trailing after him. “You said it was cool and gave him a high five?”
“I panicked!” Alex defended. “I thought he’d remind me where his will is or something, not announce he’s into men! And definitely not that he’s into me in particular!”
Dior swirled the coffee in his cup, silently praying for patience. He was going to beat this man with his own paperweight.
“Must be hard finding out your husband is gay,” he muttered. “And after years of sharing an apartment and a bank account. Man, you think you know a guy…”
The look—and rude gesture—Alex gave in response was the lady protesting too much, as far as Dior was concerned. Alex did Leo’s laundry, Leo balanced Alex’s checkbook. They were perfectly comfortable when they “just happened” to fall asleep in the same bed, which happened remarkably often, and tried to file taxes jointly three years ago.
Dior was only surprised one of them finally figured out they were in an accidentally open relationship. Everybody else knew since the spectacular dumpster fire that had been Alex’s rivalry with Leo back at the base’s military high school, when the life goal of each was to make the other worse. Now they were a tag team who worked together to wreak twice the havoc.
“It’s not like that,” Alex said softly. “I love him because he’s my best friend.”
“I’m your best friend,” Dior corrected. “He’s your cuddle buddy.”
Alex scoffed and dropped into his desk chair. Dior sat on the edge of the desk and smirked, batting his eyelashes.
“So what’s it like spooning with that?” he pressed. “When you wake up and realize you’re half-pinned under a man with muscles for days, what is that like, I wonder?”
Alex was trying to ignore him, but Dior knew he was getting lonely. There was nobody waiting for him at home while Leo was gone, he’d been eating, relaxing, and sleeping alone. The way any normal, single adult would. He pretended to pay very close attention to the lesson plan on his desk, but the flush of red creeping across his face was visible even against his light brown skin.
“Aw,” Dior cooed. “Must be hard finding out you’re attracted to your husband.”
“I don’t need this right now!” Alex swatted him with a folder. “I have two classes today, on top of a flight.”
Alex was Leo’s partner for a reason, he was the only one in ARES who could keep up with the extraordinary Major Leonidas in the air. He went on reserve two years ago, after a near-fatal crash, but had been made active again nine months ago to temporarily replace Leo as leader of his flight.
He wasn’t happy about it. Neither was Dior, to be honest. Alex was cleared to fly by a psychologist, but that only meant he could, not that he should.
“I brought you something that will hopefully make your day a little brighter,” Dior announced, producing a memory card from his pocket. “It came in last night, it won’t be released until after editing tonight.”
Alex’s eyes lit up as he guessed what was on the card. He did his best not to seem too eager when he accepted it and slid it into his laptop, opening the only file on it.
“Mission Control, this is Deimos,” a familiar voice drifted from the video when it played, Leo’s helmet-shielded face coming on screen with the rocky Martian terrain as a backdrop. “Happy to report we have found Curiosity…and she appears intact.”
Alex perked up, though it was a good bet his mood was improved as much by the grey eyes briefly onscreen as the sudden shift of view to a dust-covered piece of long-dead machinery.
Project Deimos was a fairly simple mission: put human feet on Mars, run experiments over a three-month stay until the planets aligned enough for a shorter flight home, then return. That the first two living researchers on the red planet would find one of science’s long-lost treasures during their short stay was nothing short of miraculous.
“She’s too big to take back with us,” Leo’s hand came into view, patting the rover and kicking up a small dust cloud. “But we’re taking her sample bin, and we’ll put a beacon on her. Hopefully Project Phobos will be big enough to bring her home. I don’t know if Captain Wolfe will ever get to see this, but I know he’d kill me if I didn’t at least try to get him some pictures of a real Mars rover.”
The camera began a slow trip around Curiosity, panning in and out to take in details of the primitive tech and sloppy workmanship. Although an absolute marvel of its time, the rover was over a century old and had long since been replaced by sleeker, more advanced designs. Space exploration might have been set back decades by the distrust World War III sowed among nations, but all the technology thrown at weapons before most of them were banned by the Bucharest Convention had quickly been pivoted to the cause.
“This is his wildest dream come true, he’ll be insufferable when he gets back.” Alex made a face and rubbed at one ear. “Do you hear that, though?
“What?”
“Something high-pitched.” Alex adjusted the volume, but his software wasn’t designed for precise sound, and he quickly got annoyed. “I can’t make it any clearer, but it’s there.”
“Probably solar interference.” Dior checked his watch and pushed away from the desk, grabbing his coffee. “I have to go. But I’ll have Commander Talbot ask them to run a check, just to be safe. See you at lunch?”
“If my morning class doesn’t drive me to jump out a window.”
Dior left Alex to prepare himself, gladly leaving behind the bustle of students to escape through a clearance checkpoint.
 The ARES Command Center in Coldwater, Oregon was a huge military base. In addition to being a training facility, it housed research and development divisions, Oak Mountain University with it’s School of Military Arts, and the high school. It was known as the Citadel.
As the beating heart of ARES, it was also mission control. Dior left through the back door, crossing a lot and passing a checkpoint. He slipped through the double doors of the sprawling, two-story building that housed the exploration division with two minutes to spare, bypassing the stairs that would take him to his office. Instead he made a beeline for his morning assignment, arriving in the quiet control room just in time to relieve the third shift Communications officer.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before she packed up and left, and Dior slid into the abandoned console seat and adjusted the headphones for comfort.
There were no scheduled transmissions from any of the currently active space missions, only the usual chatter from the space stations and the three-person lunar base. Figuring he’d be proactive, Dior pulled up the rover video and ran it through a few times, carefully adjusting the levels and listening for the sound Alex said he heard.
Annoyingly, it was there. A high-pitched noise Dior had missed, despite being the one who was supposed to notice these things.  Luckily, Alex’s ear for misbehaving machinery caught it before it might become a problem.
Unlike the standard issue laptops, both the software and hardware in the control room were state of the art. It only took a few minutes and some messing around before he isolated the sound, and understood why he missed it. The volume had nothing to do with it, the pitch was at an insufferably high level only someone bothered by dog whistles should be able to hear.
Another point for his theory that Alex was built in a lab, along with the moose-killing amount of stimulants he could safely consume and his very weird attachment to the musical Chicago.
Dior scrubbed the sound a few times, in an attempt to figure out what produced it, but a distinct pattern became apparent as he did so. Making sure he was still alone, he pulled the raw video from some previous transmissions, running them through a check for the signature.
There was nothing in the beginning, during the seven-month trip to the Martian surface, and nothing during the first week after landing. Gradually, though, the sound began to appear, so faint it would never be found if Dior hadn’t decided to go looking for it. It became stronger as time went on, the high pitch keeping it hidden even as it steadily got louder.
He checked the time again. Fourteen hours since the transmission was received. Fourteen and a half since it would have been sent. From the time stamp on the original, about sixteen hours since it was recorded. If the pattern he was seeing held true, the volume was multiplying by a set percentage every twelve hours.
Dior set an alarm and pulled a spare memory card from the small pocket inside his uniform jacket, reaching under the console. The compartment lock had long since been picked, allowing him to access the spliced-in card port at his leisure, and he used it now to download copies of the signals he’d isolated. When he was done he tucked the card away, and ran two lines of commands on the computer.
The screen momentarily went blank. When it flashed on again, Dior knew everything he’d worked on in the past hour would be gone, and any logged keystrokes would be deleted from the Citadel’s main servers.
He readjusted the headphones and went back to his daily duties, translating the waiting transcripts of the Mars rover video for release to international news outlets. People came and went, sending and receiving messages, and the day continued on like any other.
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