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marivenah · 3 months

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WIP it's still Wednesday somewhere in the world

hello everyone today I am sharing some writing from my wips and music as I was tagged by the beloveds @socially-awkward-skeleton @kyber-infinitygems @inafieldofdaisies @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @voidika @corvosattano and @nightbloodbix for music monday and wip wednesday, thank you all so much 💜🧡

tagging (opt in/out): @risingsh0t @carlosoliveiraa @onehornedbeast @finding-comfort-in-rain @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @thedeadthree @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @roofgeese @captastra @gwynbleidd @ri-a-rose

only have original stuff yet again. BUT also for the last time, me thinks. I came to the conclusion that I really can't write out of order because I need to know what happened before the scene I'm writing for it all to make sense

the first is for Snowfall! if there was a stripped version of this song it'd be even more perfect. this is chapter??? i don't even know but it's called the wolf and the pup 🤠

“Don’t be afraid. The bad men are gone now.”

“Did you send them away?”, the boy asks, his voice is very weak.

Sean looks around him. The corpses are far from the vehicle, out of eyesight. The darkness and fog created by the rain form an extra layer of cover up. He answers with a soft “Yes.”

The boy is hesitant but eventually gets up and starts moving in Sean’s direction. His steps are careful but also strangely heavy. Only now does Sean think about everything Sól’s son must’ve gone through these past few days. Hunted by the police, criminals… and him.

No one told him. If he knew… If only he knew. Why didn’t she tell him?

The boy must be tired by now. Scared too. Who can blame him.

Sean kneels down to be face to face with the boy. “Toby, is it?”, he asks in a calm tone.

“I want my mommy.” He most likely tried to sound demanding, but his voice is shaking. From the cold the rain brings? Or out of fear? Both thoughts sting into Sean’s heart, making it ache for a short moment. He remembers all too well how the boy is feeling now. He was just a child.

“I’ll take you to her”, Sean says and offers his hand to him. Said boy did not jump out of the vehicle yet.

Toby doesn’t acknowledge the gesture. “I wait for her.”

The man sighs and lowers his view. The rain washed most of the dirt and blood off his hand, but a stain remains. Sól’s words haven’t left his mind. What if she’s right? The one thing he swore to never become. And yet.

To make sure that doesn’t happen he clenches his hand into a fist. And he keeps the distance to the boy. The last thing Sean wants is to pressure him. A helping hand can seem a lot scarier to a frightened mind.

“You’re a Guevara, kid. Do you know what that means?”

Toby keeps silent.

“It means you’re not safe out here on your own.” His own words drive him to uneasiness. As he scans the area for any new threats, he notices just how heavy the rainfall has become. The white noise was completely drowned out during their conversation. “Those men that took you away from your mother did so on purpose. And they’ll come back for you.”

Toby doesn’t ask why. Instead, his view drifts off, focusing on something in the distance. Then, he crouches, ready to jump out of the vehicle.

Carefully, Sean gets back up and out of the way to give the boy some space.

With a loud splat Toby’s feet meet the ground. And within a heartbeat he starts running.

It comes unexpected. Sól was never one to run from her problems; the most important rule in her life. No, this is more like…

He sighs while his view follows the boy. It leaves him feeling a certain way he hasn’t felt in a very long time; empty.

So this is what it’s like.

the second one is for Outer Rim. the song captures the girls whole nature and vibe perfectly. also I'm on my hands and knees, this one is even longer, I'm so sorry

She turns the corner while looking behind her and immediately bumps into something. The sudden impact makes her stumble a few steps back and leaves her in surprise rather than any pain. As she spots the gear, she realizes who she just walked into. Her heart starts racing, almost bursting out of her chest. She doesn’t know what feeling is overtaking her right now — fear or embarrassment.

Jaye quickly averts her gaze, staring at the floor, slightly bent forward and swallows hard. It stings due to her mouth going dry in no time. Still, she apologizes. At least that’s what she wants to do but her thoughts aren’t calming down. Only the first syllable escapes her mouth, the rest is missing. As if her knowledge of the Japanese language was just erased from her mind.

“It’s alright”, he says. This is the first time Jaye has heard one of them speak something else besides Japanese. “No harm done.” His voice doesn’t sound muffled, either. Which leads her to believe he isn’t wearing his mask right now. Something she also hasn’t ever witnessed from either of them.

Despite the heartbeat in her ears, Jaye feels a tingling sensation running down her back. Which one is it? She has made the mistake of looking both of them in the eyes before. Hold the gaze for too long and it will aggravate them like the guard dogs they are.

Jaye closes her eyes shut in embarrassment. To not waste more of his time, she forces her legs to start moving again, past the guard, leaving him behind her.

“Wait.”

She stops in her tracks, as does her heart. And here she thought Jack was exaggerating when he said they can smell fear.

She quickly goes over every possible offence she could have caused and every possible way this could end. The overdose of terrible thoughts in this short amount of time isn’t helping in calming her down but only making it worse, resulting in every breath she takes shaking more than the last.

The woman fumbles with her hands, which have become sweaty by now. Before she grows the courage to turn around, Jaye swallows the lump in her throat. This will hopefully make it easier to actually speak if needed.

When she finally faces the man again, she looks right into his eyes. Ryōichi. A longer face and eyes slightly narrower than those of the other guard. In this lighting, his brown irises seem a lot bigger, soft almost.

Like a slap to the face, she realizes that she’s just standing there, staring at the man. All while he’s holding something out to her. The recording device Jack gave her. She dropped it. At this point her heart should’ve sent her into cardiac arrest. As if she wasn’t already visibly nervous enough, her hand shakes heavily when she reaches for the device.

She pulls it close, looking it over quickly as she does. To regain at least some of her courage, Jaye breathes in deeply. Then she looks at the guard again and whispers out a ‘thank you’.

Ryōichi smiles at her — for the first time — as if she is some odd little creature. “どういたしまして” You’re welcome.

A sudden noise startles both of them. The mechanical sound creates an illusion of a threatening growl as it reverberates through the dimly lit hallway.

Thud after heavy thud slowly approaches them until a big red light appears. The optic of one of Eden’s security robots. Jaye doesn’t need to look twice to recognize him. Unit C — Crossbones.

His head slightly moves to look down at Ryōichi. And the way the bot holds his gaze, he’s obviously expecting some kind of action taken by the human guard. However, said human never interacts with the bots and probably can’t interpret the gesture as such.

Another mechanic threat emits from Crossbones, immediately followed by him drawing his gun and pointing it at the guard.

As if struck by lightning, Jaye jumps between the bot and the human, trying to push his gun away.

“Bones, no! What are you doing?”

The bot doesn’t give in, his red eye still focused on Ryōichi.

Eden’s mechanical security only acts up like this whenever a drunken customer gets lost on the girl’s floor. Perhaps he thinks Jaye was in danger. Though their perception usually isn’t this… lousy.

Jaye closes her eyes for a second, like she could calm the bot down alongside herself. “He was just helping me. I’m fine.”

Silence. Followed by clicking noises. He’s processing. Thinking? His optic moves to look Jaye over. Scanning for her vitals or any injuries, most likely.

Another second of silence before his gun reconstructs itself back into his left arm and hand. “No imminent danger detected.”

Ryōichi curses under his breath. In her periphery Jaye spots his hands slowly move from his weapons that remained holstered.

“For now”, Crossbones adds.

The human guard scoffs.

“Bones, what’s come over you?”, the girl asks.

The bot takes a moment before answering. “Our sensors have registered a violation. We had to intervene.”

“Of what?”, Ryōichi asks with slight worry in his tone.

“Confidential.”

Jaye sighs in annoyance.

It’s enough to put the guard on edge. He immediately gets in contact with his colleague, asking what happened and where he and Miyako are. His voice dies out after he leaves Jaye’s sight. Now it’s just her and Crossbones left.

The bots must follow their programming of course. Jaye isn’t too familiar with it. Not at all, actually. It’s not like Jack would allow her to have a look at it. But the general basics she knows of. Their task is obvious, though she wonders why it had to be bots and not more guards like Ryōichi and Shōji. Two is an odd number for a huge place like Eden.

#wip tag #i keep apologizing but will i ever change?#it's okay you can boo me if you want #not sure if i'll upload full chapters somewhere??#might share them with people who are interested tho #all of this including some names are subject to change ofc

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rach-amber · 1 month

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Me again!

Do you think that Rachel and Max had a spiritual connection with one another? They’re completely different as far as their personalities and outer appearances. Yet, they both have one thing in common:

Their love for Chloe.

Plus, the fact that Rachel appeared as Max’s spirit animal (the doe) somewhat shows me that they were connected to some degree. What do you think?

You always ask great questions! I must admit I'm not as well versed on Max's side of the story as Rachel's, so there definitely are people who can give a more comprehensive answer than me. But imma just try and write what comes to mind :)

For 2 people that have never met, their spiritual connection, chemistry, "fate entanglement" as I liked to call what they have are the strongest across the fandoms I've seen. When Max returned, we as players felt Rachel's presence all over Arcadia bay. In the original there was even a line to the effect of "I feel like everything in this town is connected to Rachel Amber somehow". Max was able to "see" Rachel through different people in Arcadia bay. Everyone had something to say about her, even a random trucker. It can be said that she really had an effect on the people of that town, if we put the fire aside. This town being Max's hometown adds another layer to it, it is so much different due to Rachel's existence.

left pic from a fan made Rachel DLC | Yes, their love for Chloe is the key link that transcends through time & space, allowing them to see each other in some way.

Like the town, Max is also very different from her past self. While she didn't have such a strong presence back when she was growing up in Arcadia, Max eventually became the decider of the town's (including most of its people) fate. Whether Rachel is the root cause to Max's powers is very much a mystery and up to interpretation, just like many things in life is strange.

If we acknowledge that Rachel is the cause of the fire, there could be another parallel: this girl who tried to leave this town nearly destroyed the town; meanwhile another girl who came back actually have the power to do that, or stop it from getting destroyed. Even though both never meant to. (Not expanding on Rachel being the storm here cuz it's really not definitive & personally I think if Rachel's got powers she'd just use them on those who did her wrong, not the entire town)

Personality-wise, especially on the outside, they are almost opposites. But somehow I get the feeling that they'd really understand each other, because on the inside, they may not be that different. I've seen a Tumblr post saying Rachel using her people skills to get on people's good side is mirrored by Max using her rewind powers to fix her responses. (When you've got such an ability, of course you use them! Which is different from being manipulative, might I add.)

Rachel with her sensitive, vulnerable side, which she guarded & masked with so much effort and painted with her smiles & godly social skills, is definitely able to understand & empathise with Max and not judge her. And Max being pretty perceptive herself, having quite an astute understanding of Rachel just from photos she found, is definitely able to see more than Rachel lets on. Both are powerful smartasses and fiercely protective of Chloe. (& both bi x)

Max sees, Rachel shows. The photographer & the muse. Built for an "electric combo", as Love is Strange says, even though they may not hit it off well at the start due to awkwardness or slight jealousy from both sides, eventually they're gonna realise that the other is beneficial for them. Max is able to ground Rachel and give her heartfelt & real advice that she needed; Rachel's able to help build Max's confidence, socialise better (back off V, she's with me), share insights about art & photography.

I'd even say Max & Rachel may complement each other more than Max and Chloe, OR Chloe and Rachel. (If there are more content on these 2, AmberPrice in my heart might be challenged. Yeah. It's scary.)

Some say they share the same spirit animal, which is really possible (bts putting that "doe see doe" photo on Rachel's bed frame), or it could mean that as Max's spirit animal, Max sees all spirits in a doe form. Another possibility is that Rachel have the doe as her spirit animal, and everyone who can see her spirit sees the doe. Nonetheless it's incredible that Max seems to be the only person to be able to see the doe, or that Rachel chose to present herslef to only Max. Definitely a connection there. 🦌

Looking at their personalities through enneagram (Rach 4, Max likely 9) we see that they can be similar but in different ways (9 & 4 can be mistyped):

"The difference is that Nines are detached both from the external world and from their emotions (not keeping in touch w Chloe in Seattle & delay on reaching out to her?), whereas Fours withdraw from whatever has caused them pain (delaying telling Chloe about her messy relationships cuz it causes her pain? + her immediate reaction to finding James making out with another woman). Nines see the world through rose-colored glasses, and their view of it is comforting, whereas Fours see the world from a garret window as outsiders and are not comforted: everyone else seems to be living a happier, more normal life."

Thanks for the question! I've no idea I was gonna write this long. You guys can see a few of my blogs or reblogs that I've mentioned these 2 via the tag "Rachel and Max" or "Amberfield" if interested :) Feel free to reblog/ add on!

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cypriathus · 9 months

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For those who stumble upon my account... Hello and how are ya? This is my very first time using Tumblr! You can refer to me as Banana Cat, Yume, Dreamy, Floof or JJ. I'm a genuinely curious individual who sometimes gets obsessed with stuff that I eventually want to get engaged with or stuff that I have no intention of trying out, but I'm very fascinated by it. I'm also just a silly, creative Canadian who's trying to get the most out of life.

My general pronouns are she/her, but I genuinely don't mind you referring to me as they/them and he/him. I will not specify my age publicly due to privacy reasons. If you want to know, just shoot me a DM/message.

Some of my hobbies include writing, drawing, listening to music, reading novels and manga, watching YouTube, occasionally watching movies, TV shows or anime, and baking once in a blue moon. For those wondering what kind of art I do, I've primarily been doing a lot of digital artwork as of now. However, I have been using traditional mediums (acrylic paint, markers, coloured pencils, and regular ol' pencils) for many years now. You can find most of my current artworks that I have shared on my Instagram account (@cypriathus). Before we move on with other stuff about me, some of my interests include psychology, sociology, criminology, law, biology, outer space, mythology, folklore, legends, religion, history, internet mysteries, and lost media.

I listen to a myriad of music artists including:

Muse

Evanescence

Set It Off

The Raven Age

My Chemical Romance

Citizen Soldier

Clarence Clarity

Fall Out Boy

Finger Eleven

Get Scared

Avenged Sevenfold

Infected Musroom and so much more

I have watched a lot of anime and there are still some I need to get around to watching eventually. Some of these anime include:

Cat Soup

Ergo Proxy

FLCL

Perfect Blue

Tokyo Godfathers

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kaiba

Haibane Renmei

Outlaw Star

Now and Then, Here and There

Serial Experiments Lain

Summer Wars

Belle

Angel's Egg

Most Studio Ghibli movies

Cowboy Bebop

Metropolis

Steamboy

The Tatami Galaxy

Mind Game

Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms

Devilman Crybaby

Mononoke and so much more

Non-anine movies and TV shows that I remember watching:

Breaking Bad franchise

Seven

American History X

Coraline

ParaNorman

Mad God

Schindler's List

Final Space

Cliffhanger

Del Toro's Pinocchio

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Possum

The Mask

The Wedding Singer

Labyrinth

The Dark Crystal

Midsommar

Hereditary

Scarface

Monty Python and the Holy Grail & Monty Python's Life of Brian

Silence of the Lambs

Popee the Performer

Mr. Stain on Junk Alley

And many more

Some manga and books that I have currently read are:

Homunculus

Chainsaw Man

AKIRA

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún

The Ancient Magus' Bride

Dandadan

Trigun and Trigun Maximum

Bibliomania

Heads

Goodbye, Eri

Look Back

Yogen no Nayuta

Eden: It’s An Endless World

Keyman: The Hand of Judgement

Shigahime

Rojica to Rakkasei

BLAME!

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Animal Farm

The Green Mile

Salem's Lot

Lord of the Flies

The Catcher in the Rye

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Complete Tales of H. P. Lovecraft and more

Do not interact with me if you're one of the following:

Pedophile

Anti-LGBTQ+

Racist

Sexist/misogynistic

Ageist

Ableist

Someone who invalidates a person's pronouns, gender, and/or identity

Someone who supports, participates, tolerates, and/or justifies any of the above.

That's most of the stuff you need to know about me as of now. Anyways, as I mentioned in the description, I plan on using this blog as a way to share various ideas in regards to my own little multiverse. I'm open to listening to your ideas, sharing new ideas, and even constructive criticism! I hope you enjoy your stay here and I can't wait to share my ideas with y'all!

I have a side blog where I roleplay, make moodboards, and post stuff that ain't related to my work: @floofgryph

Links:

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Main protagonists

Deities

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enid-rhees · 3 months

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can i request an enid x fem fic where reader is really shy and introverted but loves playing the guitar. one evening at alexandria, enid stumbles upon someone singing at the pond. so she hides in some bushes and watches reader singing. enid falls head over heels for her and so she decides to join in by singing the lyrics to the song reader is playing (that can be any song you like).

my muse || enid rhee x fem!reader

warnings: none! although, this is a bit short. apologies :’).

love at first sight trope my beloved <3

a/n: tysm for your request, anon :D !! i absolutely love this idea, and you gave me too much power letting me choose the song 🤭 hope you, and everyone else enjoys :D !! icon by @elisiassideb1tch ✨

your fingers plucked at the strings of your guitar. at first, you weren’t really playing any song in particular, the sounds of the strings just relaxed you.

the sun was about gone by now, the sky was mostly dark, but you could still see the sun shining on the horizon. you stared at it as you mindlessly played your guitar, the shining light reminding you that there was still beauty in the world, despite what it was now.

you stopped playing, now staring out into the lake in front of where the moon shined on. sparkles littered the water from the moonlight. you smiled a bit, and started to the play the notes of the first song that came to your head.

“i can still taste the ocean… like it was today. you said, please keep on holding your hands.”

Enid froze in her place when she started to hear a soft voice sing. almost no one was ever outside when she was at this time of night, so the voice startled her. the voice was so entrancing, and angelic. she walked forward quietly, peeking her head over the bush she was standing behind. she saw you, sitting by yourself at the lake with your legs swinging barely inches above the water as you played an acoustic guitar.

she recognized the song instantly, smiling at the fact that there was now someone in this world that liked what she liked. the longer she watched you, she felt herself slowly falling you, even though you were completely unknown. but your voice had captured her in such a way. she wanted to know more.

“and the rain, it came to soon… i will wait for you… to love me again.”

Enid got so lost in your voice, not even she realized she was just sitting behind a bush, watching you sing so beautifully. you started the chorus, and Enid swore that she was falling more in love with every second she heard your voice.

“i guess i was running from something… i was running back to you. lost here in london… i’m still running back to you…”

“if you could love me again, i could let go of everything.”

Enid’s feet pushed her forward, and now she was walking towards you. her heart was racing, your voice got more heavenly the closer she got. gravity pulled Enid closer to you.

she took the seat next to you, and you jumped slightly, but your fingers didn’t stop playing the guitar. Enid smiled down at how skillfully your fingers moved against each string. she could tell this is something you’ve always done.

you didn’t show any emotion to her being next to you at first — you were never one to be good with social interactions, especially now. Enid wasn’t sure if she should leave you alone or not. but then she opened her mouth.

“if i was an island… in search of castaways,” your eyes widened slightly when Enid started to sing. her voice was beautiful. how have you never seen her?

“maybe i’ll find you here,” you sang back, not looking away from her eyes, Enid didn’t break the eye contact either. she couldn’t, even if she wanted to.

both of you sang the chorus together, unable to control the smiles that painted your lips. your voices blended beautifully together. Enid was now sure she had fallen for you, this mystery girl that had the voice of an angel.

“the darkest night… never felt so bright with you by my side.” you and Enid sang to each other under the moonlight. this was a moment you couldn’t forget. and you could never forget the beautiful, green eyed girl that was sitting next to you.

as the song ended, your fingers slowed down on the strings and it slowly faded out until it was completely quiet between the two of you. neither of you knew what to say each other, but you guys couldn’t stop smiling at the other. the two of you then let out small laughs, and looked out onto the pond ahead of you, in disbelief in what just happened.

you looked back at Enid, who’s eyes glimmered in the moonlight. it felt like your world had stopped, and she was the only thing that existed.

#divider creds : cafekitsune #enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead x fem!reader #twd x fem!reader

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ittybittytokki · 9 months

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ミ★ eddie (she/her • 22)

☁︎︎ 100% sfw age regression and dreaming

☁︎︎ little age : 2-9 (i think?)

☁︎︎ not the best at social interaction, but if we share any interests you can literally just randomly start talking about it as an ice breaker

☁︎︎ minors can interact (follow, like, reblog, ask) but please refrain from messaging me privately if you’re under 18

☁︎︎ if you break basic dni criteria (racists, misogynists, lgbtphobes, etc., surely you know the drill by now)

☁︎︎ nsfw/kink blogs of any kind

☁︎︎ if you post about self harm, eating disorders or similarly triggering things in a way that encourages or glorifies them (recovery posts are okay)

☁︎︎ heavily political or discourse blogs

☁︎︎ if you plan to be mean or gross toward me in general

all of these will get blocked on sight

(note : i block blank blogs unless there is clear indication that it’s not a bot and that it is sfw)

☁︎︎ #ittybittyrambles : random musings

☁︎︎ #ittybittyboards : moodboards & stimboards

☁︎︎ #ittybittyresources : agere resources, tips, activity ideas, etc.

☁︎︎ #ittybittyasks : asks & my answers to them

☁︎︎ shows : steven universe, bee & puppycat, bluey, slice of life anime, magical girl anime

☁︎︎ games : omori, fnaf, animal crossing, stardew valley, project sekai, neopets, webkinz, club penguin, nomnomnami games

☁︎︎ music : kpop (bts ult), indie, alternative, emo, whatever genre tsundere twintails falls under

☁︎︎ online content : vtubers (mainly shxtou & nijisanjiEN), the mcelroys, the sturniolo triplets, game grumps, game theory, markiplier, i love amy (webcomic)

☁︎︎ misc. : sanrio, yume kawaii, studio ghibli, food, outer space, pusheen, molang, drawing, coloring, bunnies, kitties, jellyfish

#intro #age regression #agere #age dreaming #pet regression #pet dreaming #sfw agere #sfw petre #sfw littlespace #safe space #agere community #agere blog #omg new intro post!!

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nonelysianthoughts · 4 months

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Welcome

Come one come all, I welcome you to this chaotic space I call my own. You may refer to me as Elysia for now, and for now all I ask is that you beware of where you tread within this library of thoughts and literature (*cough cough fanfics*)

About Elysia! Adult, She/Her, Ravenclaw, Mythology lover, Child of Poseidon, Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Ascendant, Reader, INTJ-T, 5w4, Engene, Lana Del Rey Stan, Selenophile, Astrophile, Daydreamer, TWST player, Manhwa reader, casual kpop listener, amateur editor, moodboard maker, Pinterest addict

Books! The Inheritance Games, The Lunar Chronicles, RiordanVerse, Harry Potter, The Song of Achilles, The Young Elites (though it is seldom talked about), Heartless, A Good Girls Guide to Murder, The Hunger Games, The Selection, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, The Folk of the Air series,

Anime+Donghua!! My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Danganronpa, The Seven Deadly Sins, Snow White with the Red Hair, My Next Life as a Villainess, Demon Slayer, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, The Promised Neverland, Hunter X Hunter, Maid Sama, Spy X Family, Oshi No Ko, Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Link Click,

Manhwa+Manga! (Warning: I’m probably not caught up on any of these) Who Made me a Princess, The Way to Protect the Female Leads Older Brother, Death is the only Ending for the Villainess, The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life, Father, I don’t want to get Married!, The Villainess is a Marionette, Actually, I was the Real One, My Husband Hides his Beauty, The Strongest Characters in the World are Obsessed with me, Insos Law, Lillian of Turin, Becoming the Villains Family, How to get my Husband on my Side, Ashtarte, The Broken Ring: This Marriage will Fail Anyway, Dreaming Freedom, The Real Daughter is Back, The Reason why Raeliana Ended up at the Dukes Mansion, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Pure Villain, Even if you Slit my Mouth, Kasane, Sister, I am the Queen in this Life, How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game, The First Night with the Duke, To You Who Swallowed a Star, The Empress’ Lipstick, Never Ending Darling, Zero Game, Villain to Kill, Muse on Fame, Cierra, Seasons of Blossom, 66,666 Years: Advent of the Dark Mage, Go Away Romeo, Omniscient Reader, Wavering Worlds, See you in my 19th Life, Phone Addict, Men of the Harem, The Perfect Hybrid, Blood of the Butterfly, Your Throne, The Remarried Empress

Music! Lana Del Rey, Enhypen, New Jeans, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Blackpink, Bts, Muiscals, Ren Zotto, Maneskin

Currently!

Audiobook(s):

Online read(s): The Kingdom of Back, Circe, Shatter Me

Physical read(s): The Rule of Thoughts, The Songs from the Deep

Manhwa/Webtoon I’m catching up with: Return of the Female Knight, The Tyrant wants to Live Honestly, Zero Game

Shows: Death Note, Avatar: the Last Airbender (animated series), Outer Banks, Gilmore Girls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

#welcome #introduction #tumblr intro #introductory post #nice to meet you

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silkscream · 2 years

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💌 - read the first kiss with arvin and now all i can think about is your first time with him…

hjkghjdfs FUCK this is a direct part two i suppose.

part one

mdni. 18+ only!

kissing you is more addicting to him than any honey whiskey in the entire country. for fuck’s sake, he didn’t think he could feel lips softer than yours -- not that he’d been kissed very often. he’d had his fair share of hookups with girls from high school who’d taken a liking to him, girls who thought he was badass and wanted to lick up that tiny scar right under his cheekbone, girls who wanted to pry to get to his core just so they could know the mythology of his backstory.

never you, though. you never pried. all you’d observed from him was that he loved his sister with his whole being, and you were by his side at the funeral. not that you knew him very well, but you remember the encounter afterwards so vividly. how he was about to burst into tears right in your arms, but you merely pulled him closer so he could slump his broad body into yours while his cheek touched the warmth of your shoulder. close enough to see how full your lips look. close enough to inhale that amber scent of your perfume.

he couldn’t quite believe where he was now, in his own truck with you kissing him back with the same fervor as a wild horse. you nearly fall into his lap. he can’t handle it, especially because you’re pawing at him a bit, hands running through his soft brown hair, squeezing his shoulders, holding his hips. you feel so alive from his kiss that you want to devour him. the lord knows he’d let you.

“c’mere,” he murmurs in between kisses. he gestures to his lap.

“really?”

“yeah. if you’re comfortable with it,” arvin rasps. you look gorgeous in the light, so fucking gorgeous when he sees you with this lake as a backdrop. he feels like he’s in a dream.

it doesn’t take long for you to climb over to his lap, straddling him while you have easier access to his lips. his calloused hands rub your waist until you push up the fabric of your blouse so that it’s untucked from your skirt. you shiver when his fingertips touch your soft flesh.

in the heat of your kiss, you grind on him, knowing full well that your wetness is touching his thighs over blue denim. god, he can feel how fucking wet you are, too.

“you gotta slow down, darlin’,” he muses, grinning at your roseate flush.

“why?”

“i don’t wanna pressure you into something that’s too fast. wanna take my sweet time with ya,” he breathes.

“i want you so bad,” you whisper. arvin feels like he might just combust in the driver’s seat.

“you wanna go out on the grass, baby?”

you nod. and so you follow him out of the driver’s seat where he sets down his jacket on the grass as a bed for you so you don’t get your blouse all full of dirt. eagerly, you’re already unbuttoning your blouse and arvin feels like his eyes might pop out of his head. the light catches you in a way that makes you look like a crystal. your smooth skin is so fucking soft under his touch, too. he wants melt into you.

he hovers over your body, holding your hands as he kisses you and descends down to your neck and collarbone with soft suckles. he feels fucking feral when he hears the sound of you moan. he could listen to that sound all day.

“arvin, please, i want it. i want you.”

“you sure that’s what you want, sweet girl?”

“yes,” you exhale. “wanted you since we were in grade school together.”

“is that so?” he laughs.

“it is. had a big crush you back then but you always seemed so... closed off. i’m real shy, too.”

“you haven’t been very shy on this outing, though, have you?” he chuckles has he nibbles on your earlobe.

“i need you to touch me.”

and he does, feels that wet slick of your pussy and it even makes his eyes widen. his thumb circles your clit and your soft mewls make him feel like he’s in outer space.

“this feel okay?” he asks in a low voice. he coaxes a fingertip to your entrance and you nod.

a soft moan falls from your lips when you feel his fingers curl up inside of you. it’s a new sensation, for sure, but it might just be the best thing you’ve ever felt.

“yes, yes,” you mewl softly. “more.”

“you want more, baby?” he whispers into your ear.

“yeah,” you whimper. “want all of you.”

“you sure?”

“stop askin’ me that,” you giggle. “i really want it. been dreaming about this so much that i thought i’d go to hell for it.”

“you could never,” he mumbles. “you’re a fuckin’ angel sent from heaven.”

it’s so warm out, and the grass smells so fresh and sweet. your senses are on overdrive once arvin begins to kiss your neck sloppily, utilizing his teeth and tongue to your neck to show you how much he wants you.

once he gets his cock inside of you, you exhale heavily out how full you feel. how warm he is. how as he pushes himself in and out, tears start to prick your eyes because it hurts so good. of course, he’s worried about you, the gentleman that he is, and he keeps asking you if you’re okay, if it hurts too much, if he should stop.

but he’d already gotten you so wet before and got his fingers hooking inward to that delicious spot inside your cunt that you adjust so quickly. he’s amazed, quite frankly, at how much you’re enjoying this, how your face screws up with your mouth ajar in complete bliss.

“arvin, fuck,” you curse. “feels so good. please, please.”

he can’t get enough of your begging. it had been a while for him, so the mere expression of you moaning his name so softly already has him ready to cum.

you clutch him by the shoulders, inhaling all of him and how sweet he smells. his hands carefully caress your face, moving your hair away so he can kiss you down your jaw while you whine his name.

“you feel so good, y/n,” he whispers, and the praise makes you tighten around him. he feels it and it makes him so sensitive.

“yes, arv,” you moan. “feels so good. need you, all of you. faster, faster.”

your begging tips him over the edge, and before he knows it, he pulls out of you while his hand pumps his length. he cums right over you as it wets your inner thighs with warmth, and the two of you sigh in tandem with one another. slowly, he cleans you up with an old t-shirt from his backseat and he holds you in his arms tightly.

“you feel okay, baby?” he drawls slowly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“more than okay,” you grin.

#2k celebration #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell x you #arvin russell smut #tom holland smut #asks #anonymous #blurb

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submissiveking99 · 7 months

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MEGAMAN

CLASSIC

Splashwoman

Splashwoman is an aquatic Robot Master made by Doctor Light, made to be an amazing swimmer to perform ocean rescue. She can be a rather gentle woman who loves karaoke

ZERO

Zero

A female version of the main protagonist of Megaman Zero, which is also the same Zero as in the X games. A master swordsman

Ciel

A genetically guided human, she is a brilliant scientist and a leader of the resistance against the forces of Neo Arcadia

Fairy Leviathan

A female clone/child of Megaman X, Leviathan is the leader of Neo Arcadia's water forces. Flirty and confident

BATTLE NETWORK

Mayl Sakurai

Mayl is a music student in DenTown. A bit of a Tsundere she is very kind, gentle but with a quick temper

Roll.exe

Roll is the Navi of Maylu, a high tech program that acts as a friend and assistant. She is excels in data management and analysis. A kind, bubbly, data being who lives in the Cyber World

Empress Roll.exe/Devil Roll.exe

Empress Roll is a corrupted version of Roll. When influenced by something like the Devil Chip, this form of Roll is born. Gone is the sweet innocent Navi, replaced by a Virus in Navi form. Sadistic, cold and cruel. You bow to her feet your face her whip~!

Megaman.exe/Hub Hikari

The main character of the Battle Network games. The dead grandson of Doctor Light, Digitised and turned into a Net Navi by Yuichiro Hikari, the son of Doctor Light in this timeline and Hub's own father. Becoming the Navi of his own younger Brother Lan, the two keep the net safe and live their lives

Tend to write him rather twinky/as a femboy.

MegaMan forms

Dark Mega/ Dark Megaman.EXE/Megaman Dark Soul (Will be refering to him as Rock as his muse name)

Hub's own darkness seperated from his body and given form. An agressive, arrogant and sadistic bastard.

Tend to write him rather twinky/as a femboy.

Bass.exe

The strongest Navi, and the first Navi with self awareness. But he was blamed for the destruction of the first internet, Alpha, when in reality it was Alpha that went wild from the inside out.

Shunned by humanity, Bass ended up falling into the Undernet where he wandered for years. Devouring all data around him, his Get Ability Program allowing him to evolve in ways never predicted.

Like his rival, gonna tend to write him femboy-ey

Ms Madd/Maddy/Madoi

A member of the World Three (normally written as WWW) net-terrorist organisation, Madoi is a bit of an arrogant and "ohjo-sama" type. She uses the Navi ColourMan

Miyuki Kuroi

A fortune teller with a rather cold personality and the deadly fast Navi partner SkullMan

Sal

A gentle, kind hearted, flourist with powerful partner WoodMan

Ms Mari(?)

Ms Mari is Lam's teacher and a bit of a ditz. But I pay her as a bit of a mix of the anime portrayal of her sister (Ms Yuri), a bad ass bitch on her off time

Princess Pride

Princess Pride is... well... the Princess of Creamland, one of the tech giants of the world. Her partner is the powerful Knightman

Ribitta

A news reporter, always eager and excited to go for a story. Her partner is the sky Toadman

Medi.exe/Meddy.exe/Meddi.exe (why does she have three official dub names, Capcom?!)

Medi is a nurse type Navi partnered with a NetOp called Jasmine, but I just write Medi. She is very hard headed despite her job as a nurse. Dedicated to helping people, this nurse of the cyber world is very focused on making new medicine

Slur.exe

Cruel and powerful, Slur is a Navi from outer space. A survant of Duo sent to judge Earth.

Yukia

Yukia is a cruel woman who works for the new Neo World 3, using the magical CircusMan. She is very selfish and teasing

STAR FORCE

Hope Stellar

The mother of Geo Stellar, her name kind of gives her personality away right away

Sonia Strumm/Harp Note

Sonia and her partner Lyra unite to become Harp Note. Sonia is a popular musician and a very free spirit

Luna Platz/Queen Ophiuca

Luna is a her class president and a very haughty person. A literal rich girl and queen type.

Total Muses: 22

#open rp #open to all #smut rp #open smut rp #read rules before interacting #video game rp #megaman rp #battle network rp #starforce rp #megaman classic rp #megaman zero rp

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infintasmal · 8 months

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@petalbound asked: [Kanao; Shinobu] 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket .

The storm outside was becoming quite fierce, snow blurring over the trees, building steadily along the pathways. Shinobu did her best to make sure the manor was well heated, coal burning continuously, focusing on the girl's rooms and the common spaces. Despite the weather, she had had to step outside for a bit. It was important to keep the walkways clear given that the Butterfly Mansion was such a central hub for the corps.

Shinobu disliked the winter months, much preferring the warm bloom of spring. As she stepped back into the mansion, she stripped her outer layers, shaking snow from her hair. She hadn't bothered with her butterfly pin, not wanting it to become damaged by frost. She huffed warm breath into her palms, folding her coat and boats at the genkan. Kanao was there when she looked up, holding a dry sweater for her to change into. Shinobu smiled, accepting it and petting her sister's head gratefully.

"Thank you, Kanao. You're very helpful. I could use a cup of tea, would you like to join me?"

#∞࿚ kochō shinobu ( asks. )#petalbound

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elen-aranel · 4 months

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The tension between “the slightly thick-and-thin nature of my yarn shows that it was handmade and spinning is relaxation for me and I don’t currently want to stress out about creating a super even result” and “this thick bit followed by this extremely thin bit is really annoying”

#also playing an exiting game of ‘stelina or white cat hair?’ as I crochet #yes it’s last minute Christmas present time can you tell #hand spinning #handspun #musings of the girl from outer space

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mediaevalmusereads · 2 months

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The Princess Diarist. By Carrie Fisher. Blue Rider Press, 2016.

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Genre: memoir

Series: N/A

Summary: When Carrie Fisher discovered the journals she kept during the filming of the first Star Wars movie, she was astonished to see what they had preserved--plaintive love poems, unbridled musings with youthful naiveté, and a vulnerability that she barely recognized. Before her passing, her fame as an author, actress, and pop-culture icon was indisputable, but in 1977, Carrie Fisher was just a teenager with an all-consuming crush on her costar, Harrison Ford.

With these excerpts from her handwritten notebooks, The Princess Diarist is Fisher's intimate and revealing recollection of what happened on one of the most famous film sets of all time--and what developed behind the scenes. Fisher also ponders the joys and insanity of celebrity, and the absurdity of a life spawned by Hollywood royalty, only to be surpassed by her own outer-space royalty. Laugh-out-loud hilarious and endlessly quotable, The Princess Diarist brims with the candor and introspection of a diary while offering shrewd insight into one of Hollywood's most beloved stars.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: alcohol, adultery

The aspect of this book I liked best was Carrie's honesty. Carrie holds nothing back and is quite upfront about her insecurities, her naivite, and her desire to please. The effect is that this memoir reads like a snapshot of a teenage girl who is starstruck by a much older man, and it's both hilarious and a little sad (in that Harrison Ford comes across as... not great).

Let's just get this part out of the way: this is not an in-depth behind-the-scenes look at the filming of Star Wars. The book jacket and marketing might be a little misleading on that front. If you're here for more Star Wars trivia or juicy gossip from one of the franchise's buggesy stars, best go elsewhere.

What this is, more than anything else, is Carrie's reflection on a number of things: her relationship with Harrison Ford while she was was a teenager and he was married and in his mid-thirties, how so-called "washed up" actresses struggle to make a living, the complicated feelings Carrie has regarding conventions and fame. For what it is, this book is endlessly funny, raw, and heartbreaking, moving from Carrie's characteristic humor and self-deprication to a hard-hitting insight into the workings of Hollywood and celebrity fandom.

Still, I don't think I can give this book more than 3.5 stars because there were aspects of Carrie's writing that didn't click for me. Some of her phrasing was a little awkward, and sometimes she would veer off in different directions (which is fine - that's the way her mind works - but it is also hard to follow sometimes). I also would have liked Carrie to deliver some sort of takeaway for each chapter - not necessarily a "moral to the story," but a clear(er) verbalizarion of the insights she gained by reflecting on the stories she's told.

The excerpts from her diary were also nice little insights to Carrie's headspace at the time, and if you care about Carrie as a person (not just Carrie as Princess Leia), they're a lovely look into the way her mind works.

But perhaps the section I liked best was Carrie's chapter on conventions. I found her honesty and complexity to be incredibly insightful and it shines a light on what she had to deal with for 40 years after the first Star Wars film.

Still, I'm glad I read this book. It's quick, it's amusing, and the photos are charming and nostalgic. The book perhaps hits a little different because both Carrie and her mother are gone, so some of my good feeling might be influenced by me being a fan who misses these icons. But if you love Carrie, you'll cherish this chance to "hear" her voice again.

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shiningwonderland · 3 months

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Tokiya Ichinose (Repeat) Memorial

Translator: Koto (twitter: kotowari16)

Proofreader: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

I'm grateful

“...I really… hope this will be the last time… something… like this… happens….”

It may have been due to my relief at having saved her, but as soon as I sat down on the sofa, I was struck by a sudden drowsiness, and fell into a dream.

“Oh Brave One… Wake up, Hero Ichinose.”

A mysterious voice called to me, and I opened my eyes.

“… What's all this noise?”

“This world has been shrouded in darkness. Do you know why?”

The mysterious voice continued to address me.

“Well? I have no clue.”

All that talk of heroes and darkness couldn't possibly be more hard to believe. Actually, they should reveal themselves before saying such nonsense.

But first, where exactly am I?

It's dark and there's not a single flashlight in sight. Is this... a desert? There are no buildings anywhere.

“There is but one answer! The Goddess Muse has been kidnapped!”

The voice continued to explain.

“It would be wise to look at this!”

An image of Haruka looking like a goddess was suddenly projected onto the empty sky. She appeared bound to a giant cross.

And yet!

A cartoonish looking musical note on her chest shined brilliantly....

Ah, come to think of it, that note looks a lot like the one Otoya often doodles in the corners of his notebooks.

If I recall correctly, its name should be… Onpu-kun.

But why Haruka? Is she just a look-alike? Or, was she actually the goddess?

“Muse has been captured by the evil villain, Howlings, and her musical talent is being drained by the Golden Onpu-kun.”

“What...? From the very beginning, this has all sounded like the setup of some kind of ridiculous tale. I don't know where to start with this one.”

“Oh spare me your commentary!”

“Now you're talking back?”

“Listen! Oh, Ichinose, Warrior of Soundja.” (sounja)

“What happened to the "hero" title from earlier? And what's with this "Sounja" name? You think you can just go about throwing out random names like that? Not to mention, going to rescue a heroine currently abound to a cross is so cliché. There has to be some kind of twist to the plot, otherwise the viewers will lose interest.”

“Then, are you going to abandon her?”

As the giant music note settled on her chest grew brighter, the girl groaned out in pain. Her face turned pale and her breathing grew heavy.

“…I…Ichinose-san…Don't…come…here…”

That voice…

So, it really is her.…?

No way, it can't be.…

Why is in this mess.…?

There are many things that don't add up for me, but from the looks of it, if I don't go, it will only get worse.

“What will you do? Will you go or not?”

“I'll go! I can't just leave her be.”

“Then, your destination is Pluto, the planet of darkness! You must hone your inner self and embrace the power of Harmony, lest you fail to leap through the cosmos.”

“…Pluto is no longer considered a planet. And also, living humans can’t go into outer space unprotected.”

“Wow, you and your level-headed remarks! BUT! I can take on the vastness of outer space on courage alone!”

“That's because you're not just anybody, isn't it? ... I mean, you've been acting like some mysterious figure, but you're Saotome-san, aren't you?”

“I don't know what you're talking about! Anyway, hurry up and go save her!”

And so, I set off on my journey.

Along the way, I encountered a dwarf who encouraged me to believe in "harmony" and taught me how to use some kind of supernatural power, I believe I even managed to defeat what I assume was a underworld guardian with my singing, but I can't recall the details very well.

Anyway, after all of that, I finally arrived at her location.... But…

“Ichinose-san…. Please live on… without me…. It was nice… to see you… one last time….”

She muttered in a feeble whisper, sounding like she was at death's door, before her head simply slumped forward.

“Wha— So that's what you say as soon as I get here? And why would you...? That sounds like the words of someone who is about to die.”

I just wanted to save you.

That was the only reason I fought my way through this absurd world!

I won't let it happen.

I won't let you die!

“HARUKA!!!!”

I reached out my arm as far as it could go, but I couldn’t reach her.

She was right in front of me, so close I felt I could touch her if I simply reached out, but the cross crept away like a mirage, drawn into the darkness.

“Wait, don’t go! Please don’t leave me!!”

She, along with the cross, disappeared further into the dark.

Just what I should do?

I came to save you.

Isn't it unfair to leave me here like this? Even in this blasphemous world, I came all this way because I didn't want to see you suffer. I really wanted to help you... but now....

It's impossible.

I… I want to save you!

I have to save you!

“Hn.…”

Huh!?! Isn't this the principal’s office?

It’s a bit scorched here and there, but it is without a doubt, the principal’s office at Saotome Academy.

Then, was all of that just now a dream…?

“Aah… I’m sorry. I must have fallen asleep.…”

Everything seemed fine.

She is right in front of me.

She definitely here, smiling at me.

Aah, that’s right.

We were saved, weren’t we?

I’m glad.

…I’m really glad.

She's by my side now.

That's more than enough for me.

In this moment, her presence brings me the greatest joy.

#tokiya ichinose #utapri #tokiya repeat

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femshep-fatships · 8 months

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"A neat Trick"

[Kasumi Goto]

Contains: fat space theif being a little shit. And a bit of muse lore

Kasumi burying her head in [redacted] underwear drawer and throwing it about like a dog. Sniffing it.

This is what she lived for to be honest. People's secrets, fattening chicken sandwhiches, having a big butt, and getting into places she wasn't supposed to.

Kasumi had no shame, rooting around through the under wear drawer looking for anything she thought might look cute on her own body. The bras were too small for her, but the bottoms...

The bottoms could stretch. She'd make a thong or two out of this lot.

Kasumi grinned mischivously under her dark hood. Shoving big handfuls into her swag sack. Grabbing money, a sealed diary with a biometric lock (she had a guy who'd crack it) and just great big handfuls of delicates and unmentionables and stuffing them into her sack.

Black eyes shifting about the room, Kasumi spotted a bit of uneaten birthday cake on the edge of their nightstand.

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

"Don't mind if I do~" wiggly chonk fingers reach out and seize the cakemessily stuffing a handful in her mouth.

Red lasers suddenly lit up the room

"Damn." Kasumi mumbled with her cheeks bulged and full. "Mmff. Cake alarm." She looked up at the blaring alarm light. The higher her head looked the more her hood pulled against her skull,, illuminating only her pale, chomping jaw. Her eyes completely hidden by her hood. "Should have seen that comming." Kasumi Goto bemoaned.

The door clicked. That was the preliminary lock. She could pick it.

But then a rumbling of several tons of steel began to close. Kasumi tilted her head in disbelief. This tiny apartment had vault doors? Who the hell was she robbing?

Her face went purple. Sucking in her fat took a lot of effort but it was useful for squeezing through things 1/4 her size, like a chubby squishy rat squeezing under a door frame.

Kasumi wasn't afraid. She eyed the 4 foot by two foot air vent by the door thoughtfully. Polished off the last of the cake. Wiped her hands on her big fat thighs, and sucked in her gut.

Her body mysteriously shrank! The 500 pounds of round belly, and Boulder like ass cheeks slimming down to just 240 pounds of thicc momma Instagram body.

Her head smashed through the grate. Energing on the otherside just in time to see the door lock electronically from the outside. "Damn. The jewels were fine. But the fucking cake? Who the fuck values their nightly snack so much they'd wake up the neighborhood to protect it?"

Kasumi wrenched open the vent and smooshed herself inside. Cralwing on her belly she punched out the other side of the vent. It was 7 feet between the inside of the apartment, and the outside corridor. Thick walls, for loud, moaning sex.

But her fat butt was still inside. Rocking, wiggling, tweaking. Her fat thighs and legs struggling. That big Kasumi cake, refusing to be stuffed in the small metal tube. Her big tits squashed comically into her face, as she inched her way to the other vent. Maybe she was getting too big to theif. Perhaps she should lay off the tacos...

Kasumi Goto laughed. As if. That was quitter talk.

Besides, there were perverts who loved big fat hips getting stuck in things. If she got the security footage, she could make a fortune on the right kink sites.

Kasumi's fat arms emerged and slapped on the outer wall, beginning to push. Her big boopa popped free first. Her teeth grit in determination. Even being able to shrink a bit, this vent was a tight squeeze on her belly, her fat butt was wiggling on the other side. Her legs kicking like a toddler's temper tantrum. "C'mon ol girl. Don't let it end like this. Haven't I heen... huff...haven't I been good to you?" Kasumi slumped. Half her gut was bursting out of the little rectangular hole in the wall. Her flabby arms and big tits looking as if they were growing right out of the wall.

Most of the old Normandy Crew had SOMETHING. Some odd quirk of genetics Miranda baked in. It was like two great greedy business rivals attempting to screw each other over.

Miranda wouldn't be satisfied until all her friends were greedy immobile piles of flab. Her own sister was the size of a warehouse. So fat, her skin was thin, almost slime girl like. A crust of dried jello over an ocean of jiggly gelatin.

Kelly chambers, the ORIGINAL Kelly Chambers, had been the first to test Miranda's communist feed everyone food supply. And while it was sick, tight, and incredibly based that an ungodly power like Cerberus was out in the open, being used to take care of everyone's basic needs, including food, it also meant no one knew what was IN their food.

Chemical agents to make you fatter. Make you lazier. Make you dumber. Chemical agents Kelly had been more than willing to test.

The first batch was a bit strong.

Kasumi had no intention of being a dumb helpless blob. Even if she did adore eating four massive pizzas in a row, each half a pizza being a full slice for her. To be a great beast of round fatness was fucking hot after all. It was a pickle to be sure, but Miranda was nothing if not willing to make a deal if it meant getting the team on board the feederism train.

Shepard's request had been an odd one. Liara was such a fat sub she'd never had a chance and became a helpless mountain of blubber on her own. Kasumi should visit the big blueberry girl...

"C'mon ol girl. You can do it." Kasumi panted. C'mon. Just..." Goto inhaled and held her breath, and focused. She cleared her mind. Meditating. The alarm became a distant echo. Time crawled to a stop. Her brain thinking harder and harder, until she felt a migrain starting to build. She couldn't breathe. She felt like gravity had been turned up on her body like she was going to be driven right through the floor and squashed flat. Her joints almost refused to bend, her muscles were so sluggish just to move. It felt like she was neck deep in mud.

Jack was putting up a fight. But Kasumi could tell Miranda liked her fuck toys limber enough to do all the work: Lawson was being surprisingly restrained. The hate sex must really be something.

Kasumi had wanted something very specific. Never imagined in a million years Miranda would crack it. But Kasumi was a thief of her word. So Goto had only one request, and thus a very very slick trick up her sleeve. An oddity of biology. If Miranda wanted to stuff her like a whale, she had to be able to do her job. Kasumi loved two things: Eating. And thieving (fucking was a distant third) Even as the alarms blared, and her fat tush struggled: Kas didn't panic. She focused.

And suddenly, like a shrinking balloon, Kas's massive, round jiggly tush deflated. The fabric crumbled in on itself like a parachute thats lost its wind. Like someone had let all the air out of an inflatable bed.

Her body shrank. Just for an instant. She wouldn't be able to hold it long, the fatter she got, the less she could do it, but after a minute's intense, painful concentration: Kasumi's big butt was small enough to squeeze through.

Kasumi pushed, and her hips were just small enough to scrape along the vent and pop out the other side. The thief dove forward out of the vent, looking like a flying squirrel in a suit meant for a much more massive Goto. It fluttered with a yard of extra fabric all around her as she rolled head over ass in mid air. And the second her boots slipped past the lip of the vent as she nimbly tumbled out, Kasumi summersualted so her ass was toward the ground.

BAAWOOOOMPH.

Kasumi Goto landed. Once again her massive size. Her suit creaking and stretched to its absolute limit with fat. Looking every bit the busty, overstuffed pillow of a theif she really was. Her 4 foot wide booty and bed sized thighs slamming into the floor with a heavy, floor shaking thump. Aas she sprawled out like a big, dumb, squishy panda. The impact making her blubber rock and wobble.

"Good girl!" Kasumi cooed, reach back with both hands and grabbing a different butt cheek. She shook her big ass lovingly watching her beloved cake wobble. "Im so proud of you, such a good girl. Thats my big, beautiful, bed destryoning, simp smooshing, chair crushing girl~" she gave her big rump a a squeeze in both arms. Letting the blubber buns smoosh and folde over the top of her arms.

Kasumi's headache started to recede gone. She always felt lighter after her little trick. Which was odd considering she was half a ton.

Grinning ear to ear, the theif looked back, and waggled her big tush proudly.

Her belly growled.

"Oh you did good too!" Kasumi pat her big round tum. "Whatever you want. Pizza? Ramen? Cheeseburgers? You're getting a treat tonight~" Kasumi purred with the same voice she'd dom a sub. "My big, beautiful, hard working girls." She rubbed and pat. And squeezed every inch if her fat, getting a little horny as she played with her big plush curves. She sucked her lip, not bothering to hide hers smile as she did. She giggled to herself. She'd have to find some Asari girl's face and sit on it. A treat. Just for her. Just for being a big, fat, sneaky thief.

Kasumi heard footsteps. And all joy left the moment.

Ew. The fuzz.

Wobbling shakily to her feel Kasumi realized she wasn't getting out of here with her haul. She looked mournfully into her pervy sack of undies. Picking out a particularly cute bra.

"Stop right there!"

Kasumi flung the bag of delicates like a confetti Canon. By the time CitSec had brushed the colorful bands of elastic and string off themselves Kasumi's dummy thicc cheeks and rolls were clapping invisibly away.

All this drama, for a half eaten slice of cake.

Kasumi licked her lips, as she fell out the window into her waiting ride, noting she still had a evidence on her face.

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Kasumi sat in the community kitchen treating her "good girls" to a post heist snack of ice cream. They'd rolled Liara in, and that stupid, short little pixie of a woman was nestled between her massive tits, spoon feeding her pudding. Tali was in the corner, her booster shot would allow her to be unmasked around them for about 45 minutes. And the plump Quarian was using that time to wolf down as many big hamburgers as her happy chubby face could fit, belching, and moaning and occasionally groaning "Keelah, so good~" as she fattened herself up on a midnight snack.

Shepard looked worried about something, and Traynor had a bagel (well, cream cheese with a bagel as the delivery device.) And was trying to encourage Shepard with some pizza.

Kasumi tipped her ice cream to her lips. Half the container had melted and she wanted to slurp up the slop before continuing with a spoon. Chugging a few mouth full of rich creamy dessert, she put it down on the counter, just in time for a roar like a dinosaur to come from down the hall.

Angry stomping boots were making their way to the VIP lounge. And everyone turned stupidly as a rush of biotic energy flung a whole ass fucking couch through the room, where it crashed against the wall.

Her great tattooed belly entered the room before she did. Her black lips curled in rage. Her brown eyes bulging and red.

"Someone ate my fucking cake!" Jack roared.

"Th-then just get some more from the fridge." Tali suggested, startled.

Kasumi's face remained mostly neutral. But her eyes were amused, and a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The theif scooped another spoonful of Chunky Monkey, and shoved it into her lips to stop from grinning.

Her belly gurgled softly, as if it too were amused. But not because they'd stolen Jack's cake. No, Kasumi realized what Jack was really angry about.

A shadow fell over her. Kasumi looked up, putting on her best innocent face as Jack glared at her, an inch from her face.

"It was you. I fucking know it was you."

"Why would I go through all the trouble of stealing a slice of cake?" Kasumi asked coyly.

"You would." Liara said

"For sure." Tali nodded.

"Oh you'd absolutely steal a chocolate bon bon you just like the rush." Samantha Traynor said trying to get Shepard to eat a slice of pizza by smooshing it against her face.

Damn it. Damn them all.

Kasumi stared cooly into Jack's eyes. "What makes you think it was me? Did anyone see anything? I can turn invisible but you can hardly hide the loud clap of my big fat cheeks when I waddle. Surely someone must have noticed something..."

Jack tilted her head. "You really gonna go there?"

Kasumi played dumb. "Go where?"

"I know it was you."

"How?"

"Because you're the only one. Because You're a fucking little pervert." Jack snarled. Pushing her nose against Kasumi's. Her scowl matched only by Kasumi's slowly cracking grin.

"Oh? You don't have to be a pervert to steal cake. That's no proof." Kasumi said coyly. Watching Jack's face get redder and redder, this close, Kasumi could see it, not just fury, not just indignation the source.

Embarressment. It wasn't the cake Jack was pissed about. It was the little flowery, pink, lacy girly number Kasumi had mounted on a maniquinn bust in her hall of treasures back in her vault.

Kasumi, had seen big, tough Jack's girlie underwear. The one's only Miranda was ever supposed to see. Kasumi stuck a straw in her pint of ice cream and began to slurp it out of the corner of her mouth, not breaking eye contact with Jack.

"You fucking...You...you little dirty fucking...you saw...you stole...you touched...you stole my..." Jack was frothing. Spitting mad. But her eyes: fear. Shame. Embarressment. Jack didn't know how to process these, so she fell back on what she knew.

Spitting rage.

"Your...cake?" Kasumi suggested.

Jack looked to her left, everyone was staring at them. She seemed to be re-thinking something. Her eyes snapped back to the plump thief's. "Stay out of my shit! You little shit." Jack wheeled on her heels and sped toward the door, her angry stomps sending a fat wobble through her big gut and soft chub.

Kasumi was off the Hook. Jack would never admit Kasumi had seen her lingere stash. Kasumi could simply sit smug as a cat and Jack couldn't do anything but fume. Kasumi was home free, she didn't even have to say a word...

Kasumi smiled at Jack's retreating back.

"I loved the ones with the little Dinosaurs on them Jack. Looks like the kind of thing you'd buy off an adult baby site. Didn't know you and Miranda were into that sort of sweet cute stuff. Or do you just like Embarrassment? Does she force you to wear cute stuff? Does walking around in front of everyone knowing you've got such an embarressing pair of panties make you fucking wet thinking about what we'd all say if we knew?" Kasumi called her face unable to hide the huge chesire grin as she teased the seething fatty, before immediately cloaking into thin air.

The entire fucking kitchen counter, cabnits and splashguard and all ripped itself from the wall, as Jack hurled it with all the Biotic fury she could muster, and a war cry to make the dead piss it's pants.

Dummy thicc clapping echoed down the hall, and a wheezing, gigglesnort as an invisible hand squeezed Jack's tummy on the way out.

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Muse: The band who fell to earth

Music journalist Simon Price talks to Muse ahead of their 2004 Glastonbury headline set, for The Independent. Sunday, 20 June, 2004. From the archives.

Good news! It's been a while since a group arrived fully formed from outer space. But here they are, primed and ready to storm Glastonbury, phase-shifters set to stun. Simon Price hits the road to Rome with neo-prog-rockers Muse, to reflect on the plenitude of old buildings, onrushing stardom and the place of guitar overload in the music of J S Bach.

Rome is a city where the present tarantellas chaotically with the ancient past, a surreal, anachronistic jumble of 20th-century, Renaissance and first-century architecture. Turn one corner and you're in La Dolce Vita, another and you're in Caravaggio, another and you're in Gladiator.

In the heatlamp-intense glare of the afternoon sun, Muse do not especially resemble intrepid, Icarus-like rock visionaries whose musical ambition knows no restraint. If anything, in their brightly coloured Diesel shirts and three-quarter-length trousers, they look like anonymous, carefree Inter-railers seeing the sights.

The locals, however, are not fooled. As Matt Bellamy (vocals, guitar, piano), Chris Wolstenholme (bass) and Dom Howard (drums) laze by the Fontana di Trevi, where Anita Ekberg frolicked so iconically, or stroll down the Spanish Steps (until they are shooed away by a rather camp sailors' parade), they are regularly accosted by thrilled Italians asking for photos and autographs.

Bellamy, Wolstenholme and Howard all arrived in the sleepy Devon resort of Teignmouth from other parts of England. Instant outsiders, they bonded, and spent their teens getting into mild mischief, sneaking into the Single Parents Club in Winterbourne on Mondays and Tuesdays, hanging around in Poole drinking cider and playing football, and getting their heads kicked in for having long hair. "We were 14," Bellamy recalls, "and Howard was getting beaten up by 25-year-old men. It was that kind of place." Music was mainly a means to an end. Bellamy, whose father, George, played guitar in the Sixties instrumental group The Tornadoes studied the clarinet from the age of nine and had dreams of becoming a serious jazz musician. That all changed at the age of 13, when he played a Ray Charles blues piece on the piano at a talent contest. "I somehow pulled a girl, and I realised that music was a way to get female attention."

The three future Musos all joined various bands. "Dom's band was the cool one," Bellamy concedes. "They'd rent out a leisure centre, and all the kids would go to their gigs, smoke cannabis and so on." Things became a little more serious when the trio formed their own band. After working through names like Carnage Mayhem, Gothic Plague, Fixed Penalty and Rocket Baby Dolls, and frustratingly finding themselves obliged to play cover versions, they wisely settled on Muse.

With the invaluable help of the techno wizard Tom Kirk - the band's unofficial fourth member who drove them to London for their first gig in the capital, designs their live visuals and keeps a video diary of all they do - Muse were ready for take-off.

After attracting much attention at the 1998 In The City seminar in Manchester, the trio were invited to play similar showcases in New York and Los Angeles, winning record deals with Madonna's Maverick label in the States and Mushroom in the UK.

Their debut EP, Muscle Museum, and album Showbiz, produced by John Leckie(who also produced Radiohead's The Bends), won them a following from the kind of angsty teens who were already listening to bands like Placebo and the Manics, but sceptics dismissed them as a bunch of whiny sub-Radiohead wannabes. I should know. I was one of those sceptics.

For me, it all began to change with the release of "Plug In Baby", a single which sounded like a hotwired hybrid of Air's "Sexy Boy" and JS Bach's Toccata and Fugue, and the second album, the awkwardly titled Origin of Symmetry, in which they perfected a baroque'n'roll sound which combined operatic vocals with quasi-classical keyboards, Hendrix-like guitar overload, and at some points, church organs.

Muse were burning the punk rulebook. They were fearlessly resurrecting the banished ghosts of prog rock, and making music which was unashamedly pompous, histrionic and skyscrapingly ambitious. It was, in their phrase, hyper music.

At first I couldn't handle it. Slowly, I learned to love it. The clincher was their undeniably exciting live show, as encapsulated by their extraordinary appearance on this year's Brit Awards with which, to the minds of many viewers, they stole the show from that night's big winners, The Darkness. I ask if they have been aware of the way in which perceptions towards them have changed.

Howard is impish and smiley; Wolstenholme is the strong silent type; Bellamy is thoughtful and intense. Invariably, it is he who answers first.

"In the beginning," he says in the cool of the dressing room of the Stadio Centrale Del Tennis, "it was because we were young, and people thought we were just following in the footsteps of other bands." (He's right, of course. And some of those bands have been less than gracious about it. At this year's NME Awards, Thom Yorke - accepting the gong for Best Video - sneered: "We were up against some stiff competition there... what a shame Muse didn't win!")

Bellamy adds: "I think we've always been seen as an alternative band by which I mean that we're a band that has never really had its time. We've always been outside of all those. When nu-metal was big, we used to be seen in the same bracket as Coldplay, Radiohead, Travis. Now we're seen as quite rockin' - or maybe to the retro scene. What we've become alternative to has changed."

Muse now play with the assurance of a band who know that their pyrotechnics, both aural and visual, can win over pretty much any crowd. "We played a metal festival in Portugal the other day, and we were pretty nervous because the line-up was Korn, Static X, Linkin Park, and we were the only band who weren't pure metal. But we ended up going down really well. We can just about get away with playing to a metal audience without getting bottled off."

They've recently enjoyed playing to smaller, 500- to 1,800-seat venues in the United States, where the absence of the regimentation which their full visual extravaganza necessitates allowed them to play a more spontaneous, improvised set. But Muse aren't the sort of band who fetishise dingy, smoky club gigs - they're in their element playing to the masses.

Next Sunday, Muse headline the Pyramid Stage at the Glastonbury Festival. I put it to them that it's a special challenge, since they will be playing to a crowd who aren't there to see them, and indeed who bought their tickets before the line-up was announced. There's a certain pressure to unify and to entertain.

Wolstenholme is sceptical. "Sometimes it's easy to big-up certain festivals, like Glastonbury and Reading, because they were the ones we went to when we were kids. But when you've played loads of other European festivals, you look at it just like any other. But at the same time," he ponders, "it is Glastonbury..."

"Sometimes it's enjoyable," says Howard, "when you know people haven't seen you before. We do know that there will be a lot of people who aren't there to see us..." "Unless it rains," says Bellamy, "in which case they'll all go home except 4,000 Muse fans standing around in their wellies."

Ludicrous. Preposterous. Ridiculous. Absurd. Flick through any random pile of Muse press cuttings, and these words will crop up time and again. Can the band, I wonder, see where this sort of appraisal is coming from? "I think I could," Bellamy admits, "until The Darkness came along. And we had to let them take over. There was a bit of Queen in what we did, a bit of pompous rock, but now they've come along and shown people what that really is like." Listening to The Origin of Symmetry, and it's even more grandiose successor Absolution, I imagine Muse in the studio having debates on whether they can really get away with so many excessive pomp-rock flourishes.

"You'll often turn around," says Howard, addressing Bellamy, "and go: 'We can't get away with this!' And I'll go: 'Of course we can!'" I get the impression that Yes We Can invariably wins... "Definitely," confirms Wolstenholme. "There have been times when we listen to what we've done, and we've forgotten what we set out to do in the first place. And those usually are the best tracks on the album. Like 'Butterflies And Hurricanes', with those 48-track backing vocals..." "We had so many different scene changes," remembers Bellamy. "At one point there were bongos! It sounded like that percussion troupe Stomp. It sounded like that."

Yesterday, I tell them, I watched Ronald Reagan's funeral on CNN in my hotel room. The church organist played a crashing, portentous chord which reminded me of something I'd heard recently, and which made me laugh when I remembered what it was: the final note of "Megalomania" by Muse. "I can see why people are amused by it," Bellamy smiles. "It's music you can't listen to every day. If someone put it on in the background of a party, everyone would go: 'Fucking hell, turn it off!' Our music is definitely not for all occasions."

Muse's latest video, for "Sing For Absolution", is another example of the Yes We Can spirit. Most bands would baulk at a treatment which had them blasting into space on a futuristic shuttle, crashing through a meteor storm, and come skidding to Earth which, in a Planet Of The Apes-like twist, turns out to be in ruins. Muse, however, thought...

"Yeah, why not! Exactly!" Howard says. "We thought: 'Let's fly some spaceships around!'" "Something happened in the early Nineties," theorises Bellamy, "where bands started taking themselves very seriously... No, 'seriously' isn't the right word, but being very anti-everything."

There's always been an idea that "alternativeness" is about sullen refusal, about what you say "No" to. It dates right back to The Clash refusing to play Top Of The Pops. "We do say 'No' to a whole lot of stuff - teenage magazines, certain TV shows we try to shy away from... but the chance to wear a space suit? We're well up for that."

There's a famous Smiths story about Johnny Marr presenting Morrissey with what he considered to be his finest piece of music. Morrissey took it away, and came back with the lyric: "Some girls are bigger than others/ Some girls' mothers are bigger than other girls' mothers." Marr reportedly wept. When Muse have created a similarly epic piece of music, does Bellamy feel an obligation to match it with lyrics of sufficient solemnity and import? "That can be dangerous sometimes when music is written by one person and lyrics by another. But when I write something epic, I feel I have to match it, sure." Lyrically, Muse have improved noticeably since Showbiz. Gone are the vague abstractions and, while they're never completely specific either, their songs now express a similar pre-apocalyptic dread to Joy Division and The Specials in their era, or Tricky and (yes) Radiohead in theirs. "I think I'm trying to write something that genuinely means something and has a purpose," Bellamy says, "whereas in the past maybe it was vague lines strung together, abstractly. You had to read it a line at a time, and the lines never matched up.

"I've never been that confident writing lyrics," he confesses. "I've always had to do it behind the mask of a melody. I wish I could write lyrics like Tom Waits, where it's full-on stories... But as you get older, you become more open to singing things you would have said no to. I wouldn't sing lyrics like 'You've got to be the best' when I was 17 or 18, because I would have thought it wasn't very cool, and a bit cheesy to sing that hook. But you get towards your mid-twenties..." Once upon a time, Muse were typical tour-bus shut-ins. No more.

"I think something happened about two or three years ago," says Wolstenholme, "where we realised we'd been to so many cities of the world, and never really seen any of them. People come up to you and say: 'Oh, you've been there, what's it like?' and you can't tell them anything." Apart from "nice air-conditioning". "Exactly. So we've been making more of an effort to get out there and take it all in."

"Now we're playing larger venues, though, it's more difficult," Bellamy adds. "Smaller venues tend to be in the town, so you step outside and you're there. Larger venues tend to be out-of-town, so you step outside and you're in... the car park. Before you know it, you've been in five car parks in five countries. So we did a bit of wine-tasting in France, went to a temple in Kyoto in Japan, did a bit of beach surfing in Australia."

"We're just trying to turn the whole thing into a bit of a holiday," grins Howard.

"I had food last night," says Bellamy, "that actually brought me to tears (mass laughter). Home-made pasta with tomatoes. It was so simple, so perfect, so intense that I started to well up! It was so fucking good compared to England. In England, tomatoes just taste of water. And these tasted of pure tomato. I was starving at the time, obviously..."

The Stadio Centrale Del Tennis is part of the vast sporting complex built on the banks of the Tiber as a monument to Mussolini's vanity. On the main piazza, a towering obelisk bears the dictator's surname, with floor tiles spelling out "DUCE DUCE DUCE", and huge blocks of stone carrying the inscription "Fascista". In Germany or Russia, they'd have torn down such an uncomfortable reminder. Not here.

But then, almost all of Rome's great monuments were built to flatter someone, whether Pope, emperor, God or gods. I ask Muse what they make of it all. "It sounds a silly thing to say," says Howard, "but everything's very old. We went to the Colosseum, but couldn't get inside 'cos the queue was so big. And I tried to go to the Vatican but they wouldn't let me in because I had shorts on. They were quite long shorts," he sulks, "they weren't Eighties running shorts... It's a shame, because I really wanted to see the Sistine Chapel."

It took Michelangelo many years to complete his great fresco. The intention was to inspire a sense of religious awe in the viewer. Can Muse identify with that kind of endeavour, to create something magnificent? I betray my question with a giveaway chuckle.

"You can always tell when journalists are trying to make you say something embarrassing," smiles Bellamy, "because they give it away by laughing." Howard is more willing to bite. "I do look at the Colosseum and think how many people and how much talent and how many years did it take to make that. I don't think people will be saying that about us in hundreds of years' time." You're so modest.

"In two thousand years' time," says Bellamy, "maybe The Beatles. But not Muse." But what about the idea of creating something purely for the glory of someone else, be they human or divine? Can you understand that? Bellamy, whose musical heroes include Debussy, Bach, Berlioz, Chopin, Rachmaninov, Liszt, Reich and Glass, thinks about this one.

"Most great composers," he agrees, "were originally making music for God. And painters. They weren't making it for money in those days, because most of them were already part of a relative upper-class. It wasn't as if you could achieve fame and fortune by doing it. Maybe by the days of Chopin, but I'm talking before that. And I think that enabled them to do something that was out of the ordinary. When someone's got that belief that they are actually in touch with God, I'm sure that brings out things which they would not have thought possible. In architecture, music and the arts, there's definitely an intelligence in the past which has gone missing. We think we're advanced now, but we've actually slipped behind."

One of the stand-out tracks on Absolution is titled "Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist". Did any members of Muse have religious upbringings? Bellamy: "No." Howard: "I got christened, but... y'know..." Wolstenholme: "No." So, will you die an atheist? "I don't know," says Bellamy. "I think it's impossible to. At the last moment you'd be going 'Please!'" If Bellamy doesn't believe in God - yet - then some of his other beliefs may raise eyebrows. He's an advocate of the theories of the writer Zechariah Sitchin, who believes that humans are the result of genetic experiments by visiting aliens.

"It's a logical explanation," Bellamy gamely maintains, untroubled by the possibility that I might be trying to stitch him up and paint him as a fruitcake.

"I think it carries weight. Evolution theory is the most widely renowned anti-religion, anti-creationist argument, but there is a loophole in it, the missing link between humans and apes, the lack of fossils. Evolution normally takes millions of years, but we seemed to advance in a very short period of time." He's in full flow now.

"In Sumerian times they calculated there were 12 planets, counting the sun and the moon - and the 12th planet is on an elliptical orbit, and every time it comes close to the earth, every 3,600 years, Biblical-level events happen. Sitchin takes it a step further, suggesting it's a self-sufficient geothermal planet - essentially a comet - with aliens on it, who experimented with chimpanzees to make us. Which explains the higher levels of thought, objectivity and so on. Our DNA is a mixture of alien and ape." Bellamy is an obsessive character. When he gets into something, he really gets into it. His current fixation is playing poker. He carries a pack of cards everywhere, and would dearly love to be on Channel 4's Late Night Poker.

"I go to a semi-legal poker club on Clerkenwell Road in London. They've found a loophole in the law where as long as you put all your money behind the counter and use chips, it's OK. I only play for small stakes, for fun. It's not really like gambling, it's not just chance: it's more advanced than just sticking your money on a roulette table. There is an element of strategy."

This, however, is about as vice-packed as things get. By rock musician standards, Muse are unusually polite, reserved young men. I only see Bellamy snap once, while he's enjoying a strawberry milkshake outside a pavement café. A corpulent, rude American woman takes an unsolicited photo of my hairdo, with a pig-like laugh, to Bellamy's disgust. "We're gonna take a picture of your arse!" he calls after her as she waddles away. They're not very rock'n'roll, as rock'n'rollers go.

"We should be dressed up like you, shouldn't we?" he jokes, eyeing my black plastic spikes. I know you went through a phase, I say. (Bellamy once sported a huge Judder Man hairdo himself.) "It comes and goes... We had a phase where we had a go," he admits, "at the full-on rock'n'roll life. It lasted about a year, then we got jaded." Nowadays the groupies are a thing of the past. Bellamy and Howard's girlfriends are here, as is Wolstenholme's wife (with whom he has three children).

"Sometimes you have the odd week where you're looking for parties, but the rest of the time you're taking it easy, relaxing on a beach." On stage, however, it's a different story. Bellamy is a man possessed. At a recent show in Atlanta, he somehow slashed his face open with the end of his guitar, leaving a laceration on his top lip which needed five stitches and must have left him looking like a gore-movie version of Moog from Will O' The Wisp.

"In your everyday life you can be reserved, but I think you become more open, comfortable, confident, relaxed on stage. The more crazy part inside gets exposed and you don't have to hide it all." Headlining one of the nights of the oddly titled Cornetto Free Music Festival (it's actually €37 to get in), Muse's intensity and energy effortlessly enraptures 6,000 Italians who know every word of every song in a language they do not understand. When he isn't pulling rock-god poses with his guitar, Bellamy leaps, Oz-like, behind a metal keyboard-pulpit known as "The Dalek", fronted by LEDs which light up every time he hits a note. It's brilliant, and it comes as little surprise to learn that Muse once considered incorporating a vampire act into the show.

Winding down backstage, and accepting with bemusement a visit from the Eighties pomp-rockers Marillion ("Who are they?" they whisper to me), Muse tell me what the future holds in store. I heard a rumour that they want to take their music into a rock-disco direction... "I think it's something we tried with 'Bliss'," says Bellamy. "I don't think we'll suddenly change genre. We may incorporate a bit of funk in there, maybe even samba... Another thing I'd like to do is take pieces of classical music, like Prokofiev, or the music from 2001: A Space Odyssey. I don't mean sample it, I mean a piece of music which goes in and out of that." Yes, he is serious. Yes, I asked. In the more immediate future, both Howard and Bellamy have started to take helicopter lessons.

"It all depends on how many hours you can do a year to maintain your licence. I've only had one lesson so far. I've always wanted to go in a helicopter, and only recently did we get to do it when we were in..." "Australia?" ventures Howard.

"No, it was the Grand Canyon. I've always been interested in flying anyway. It's the safest form of air transport." Yeah? "People think it would just drop like a stone if the engine failed, but it would just glide slowly down. The blades keep turning - the up-force keeps them spinning." Bellamy, it must be said, has something of a daredevil streak. When he isn't piloting choppers or swimming with sharks, he's being an amateur rocketeer.

"I've got a paraglider at home. It's a 50cc engine you put on your back, with a propeller on it." His eyes sparkle as he describes it. "You've got this enormous parachute, and you run down a hill to get you off the ground, then you switch the engine on. And you can stay in the air, for hours and hours and hours..." Few bands dare to fly as high as Muse. If you see them overhead, give them a wave.

#Muse band #Muse interviews #Matt Bellamy #Dom Howard #Chris Wolstenholme #Simon Price #Price is a good music journalist! I finished half of this rn but he does good interviews #music journalism #Glastonbury 2004 #muse #muse band

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Astrology heading into 2025/6, post 2020…

Change doesn't have a light switch, but if it did it would be when the air signs come together. Part of this does include Neptune moving into Aries, fire, and air can be an explosive combo.

All of my astrological musings of transitional delineations of the past several years have been on the premise of what we are seeing now into a 2025 shift. A visible, mundane transition.

Before we begin, I want to share something that I have kept around for quite a while. It was printed in an issue of Adbuster at the very beginning of the Occupy Movement, by Darren Fleet the editor and chief. Jupiter will be meeting up with Uranus in the second half of 2023—their last conjunction was 13 years ago, during the Occupy Movement.

Your mom tells you a story before you go to bed and you believe it

She tells you that you can be anything you want when you grow up. She says that you are a unique and valuable individual and that you are to never forget it. She says that you are very lucky and the world is your oyster. And she is right. You live in an exceptional time. You will travel greater distances in a single day than most people only a century ago traveled their entire lives. You will have food choices that English kings and Ottoman princes couldn’t have imagined. You will casually flood your system to the point of illness with sugar, once the currency of the world and the prize of empires. You will live longer than any generations before. Your wardrobe will contain cloth from what was once beyond the reach of the greatest civilizations. Broken bones won't render you a cripple. If you were born a girl you can become a boy. If you were born a boy you can become a girl. You can break Tradition without death. You can upgrade your biology and change your organs. You can assume any identity you wish. Her words comfort you into a wonderful sleep. She is careful not to explain that this oyster isn't for all children of the world or that such good fortune is making the Earth sick.

That would ruin the story.

Broaching in January 2020 the fractures in the imperialist structure was noticeable to many for the first time. This is when Saturn met up with Pluto in Capricorn, by March co-present with Jupiter, Mars, & the South Node (Mars having a notable recognition in Aspects to Saturn & Uranus) articulating the dismantling of unstable systems.

The fact is that we are still dealing with c-19 while our global social systems are not there to support us. Most no longer masking and convinced by the media portrayal that we must go back to normal—that capitalism doesn't have an expiration date because you can be a Corp King too. Just 3 years ago the world became accessible for a time and we looked to disabled folks for how to survive—now having pushed this community back into the shadows, but it won't be soon forgotten.

We witnessed changes in communication/how social media can radicalize the thought of a Generation (majorly Pluto in Virgo & Libra) and a new breed of propaganda through the lens of Rahu & Ketu in Gemini & Sagittarius. Stirring the pot of fear-mongering in online spaces, coupled with Neptune holding space for spiritual escapism.

Something that I find absolutely fascinating is how one planet will manifest something only for another to come in and say “excuse me?!” And when the issuer makes it back around, hahaha…

With the Outer Slow Bois, I find the movements and influence they had when they were unseen clever, as they are out of bodily sight, holding their own tone—in themes…that the other planets have personal influence to and in.

It’s uncommon for the transpersonal planets to all move into new signs so close together—which issues an un-potting effect. If you keep house plants then you know sometimes the plant has to be removed from the pot to check the health of the roots because it's not growing right, and in this case, there is root rot. Globally there are places that are on the mend and will heal faster than others economically, some taking longer based on History and Astrological impact.

Pluto in Aquarius

Pluto will visit Aquarius come the end of March (23rd) 2023, for about 3 weeks, and then in the classic planetary process when a planet wants to check the scenery, heading back to Capricorn to clean up before moving out.

I have been holding off on writing about Pluto in Aquarius. We have seen a lot of talk on Pluto returns these last years, correlations to historical milestones of modern empires falling et al…and whereas I love talking about economic theory vs universal ethics, many folks seem to forget that its a theory or they presume that it must be political—just because something can be doesn't mean that it also can't be other things.

Pluto is small but mighty. Transformation and reclamation take time, as well as manipulation.

Pluto takes small things, even the microscopic, and makes them noticeable.

Because of Pop psychology, I think that folks automatically beeline to this ideal of manipulation, so let's take a moment to frame this out: Manipulus, means “handful” leading meaning to hold a skillful manner—we manipulate a pencil when using it. Manipulation is not consensual, but do Planets ever ask for consent? Manipulation can be artful, but it can also be insidious. When we try to project human emotions onto a planet, everything should be deemed unfair.

In order to be mighty empowerment is needed, and in order to manipulate there must be distortion. The mode itself is magnetic destruction with a positive and negative force to transform, incites evolution, and generalized regeneration.

While Pluto has been in Capricorn we have seen a heightened theme in deconstructing systems and thought in the way of Tradition—which leads me to assume that the Blackstone Group has an astrologer and knew that investing in Ancestry was an excellent move for them—with other events on the historical horizon.

With Pluto things are forever changed, and not a cycle we get to repeat or witness in our lived experiences, further emphasizing that this is social and cultural in astrological delineation. With our assimilated and forgotten histories, there is no lived experience or accurate depictions to bring to the table.

Through the framework of Aquarius, we see Society itself, since Capricorn is Social Structure and Aquarius asks what is beyond that garden wall in a humanistic tone. It’s the role of the Mad Scientist, the Radical Visionary, still ruled by Saturn but having the desire to innovate the wheel. So of course it is safe to say that we may see reinvention in technology as we know it—possibly even in the line of Back to the Future II, jk, well we could hope.

…though probably not because Aquarius is about reformation and community effort. There of course will be further power struggles and amplified progressiveness waving through commonality. The uptick of Greenwashing and Green or soft propaganda is something I am very curious about, though I don’t attribute this to Pluto particularly. It will reach a higher recognition in this era. We are already seeing the redefining of intellectual property and cryptocurrency ‘rights’ and this will continue. There will be a resurgence of peer-to-peer information, remember lime wire or Napster?

There is no objectivity in the land of Aquarius, and the “Age” of it sang by the cosplaying Pluto in Leo's generation can't be further from the truth.

Since, I have been writing on Frankenstein (the upcoming Saturn in Pisces transit), the passing of St Albertas Magnus in 1280—he inspired Mary Shelley who was born with Pluto in Aquarius, having reported that he built an android & discovered the philosophers stone. According to his followers, his body did not deteriorate.

I suppose it is time for a reminder that everything is always a reaction to something.

Back on point, shall we? Aquarian energy is about equitable change…or at least the attempt at such. With Saturn leaving and Pluto stepping in it’s like we have long work ahead—but it's the work’—(Im thinking in the context of the 7 generation teaching)

Notable points in History: The undercurrent of trends is interesting. Unfortunately, the way that we write about these histories is through a very particular perspective and depending on where you are in the world this will look different… but revolution & imperialism are a common theme throughout this entire post:

The Iceni Revolt (also mentioned below), the Edict of Milan & the Council of Nicaea confirmed the orthodox Christian doctrine throwing out a bunch of stuff, the start of the Carolingian renaissance, the astrolabe gained recognition and use, the moveable print was invented in China, permanency of the catholic & eastern orthodox churches, block printing, the invention of eyeglasses, codification of English common law and Britain parliament gained the ‘right’ of taxation, the imperial measuring system, Henry VIII was able to marry Anne Boleyn (this DUDE is all over the place), Protestant Reformation, The Inquisition was established, the heliocentric theory, Machiavelli’s The Prince, Nostradamus’s predictions where worked on, the transatlantic slave trade began, Spain invaded the Incan’s destroying everything.

Margin Notes: The ‘crisis’ of the 17th century was influenced by the secession from Pluto in Libra but really noted itself in The Affair of Postcards—We must keep burning the nonbelievers, you see. Aiming for the first colonies of “religious freedom”. Napoleon was elected the Capt. of the French Army, The Observer was first published in 1791, and the dawn of the Scientific Revolution brought about nothing ever being or looking the same again.

In the Age of Enlightenment (Uranus in Gemini, mentioned below), Cathrine the Great had settled into her throne encouraging these ideals. The US Constitution and Bill of Rights, the French Revolution, the Cult of Reason, complexity, and embellishment in art and music loosened.

Knowledge of Self will be required to proceed as the issues continue to surface; we will need this, Pluto is like a magnet pulling out the unseen. The thoughts of future generations are already a part of our dialogue, in order to make this happen we need to build community. In the wave of technology, this will continue to advance, keep in mind time waits for no one. And the last thing we should be doing? It continues fighting over resources.

Simply, in the ways of borders and technology by the end of Pluto in Aquarius the world will be unrecognizable.

Neptune in Aries

Our sneak peek of this motion will be in Mar 2025 for 5 months, with the ushering of passage on Jan 26, 2026.

Mmm, coming out of Pisces, I have talked a lot about this over the years because of the Modern Magical Movement in correlation to the Victorian Spiritual Movement. There were also so many things that were birthed, appropriated, and dissolved in this time—but need not forget the motions further back. Being discovered during this time, ironically so, but something curious is the homogenous keywords of Pisces & Neptune.

The induction of escapism is apparent, with the motion picture being invented…and street lights opening the night—to dissolve the dark. Those are rightly ruled by Neptune along with water itself and the sign drawing the boundaries. Setting aside the idealistic notions that root themselves in religion is something I suppose should be done—but what do I know? In turn, the distillation toward redemption can get out of hand creating paranoia and psychosis. Something that can be brought through impossible hyper-idealism is seeing what might land—hoping it could.

Neptune in Pisces brought animistic fog over a placid lake or the mist in the forest that makes you high in fantastical tales—to be consumed by the kind folk or the forest itself. In Aries, it will be more confined or rather condensed in the disorientation & Dissolve of structural facilities.

The land of hope where you don’t see any danger or you might be escaping to not see it. We add spiritual attributions to this space. You know that episode of The Magicians, about the Lunatic’s that live on the Moon—I actually kept thinking to myself…might that be more Neptunian in Nature? And really, breaking the Moon is Neptune in Aries getting carried away, hahaha…

Adding the Role of headstrong, impulsive Aries to the Time Warping Celestial Body creates something juxtaposed with assumption.

Neptune’s purpose is confusion and I’m confusing myself while writing this. Forgetting my train of thought and having to grab for straws. Will we talk ourselves into an idealistic war, forgetting the lines being drawn or the outcomes of charging into uncertainty? We probably won't wake up from the lasting effects of this Piscean dream until years into Aries. Aries is the Pioneer over the Discoverer (since nothing is really discovered but found) willing to fight for Independence in a sense but this is through the individualist’s lens. Some say for fairness and fervid, but fairness is subjective because fair for whom? Impulsivity can be violent.

On the best of days, Aries is Guts from Berserk:

We have seen the dissolution of many things that were not suited for basic human rights through this discourse. We clutch to Utopian Idealism in truth, but even in the coining of such there was an undercurrent, so what must be considered when throwing this term around loosely (I do it too)—do words not have Nativities? In Utopia, slavery is required and atheism is not tolerated, so… From this, there was deconstruction and adaptations were made by Marx in Das Kapital published in 1867. Critical thinking requires us to look at the arcs of such things that we pronounce loosely. We would never consider Utopia, Utopian today—and this is idealistic deconstruction in action.

So could we premise this in a fantastical connection? If Neptune in Pisces is the Movie theatre, being enveloped in a story not your own, then Neptune in Aries is after the credits when you walk out into the blinding light of reality. Depending on the movie that alone takes a certain level of courage. Or after a night out when the hangover or comedown sets in Neptune in Aries is what you stack to cope with the night before—things that help your head or things that make you fast. One to make you Smaller and one to make you Larger, my dear. It's the action of bringing utilitarianism to Pioneer throughout the day.

Alice in Wonderland was published in 1865, 4 years into Neptune in Aries…noting it takes a while to wake up and share the dream.

One major, mundane consideration is the water crisis—I think this is where we will see aggressive fronts (not that we haven't already, iykyk). Unfortunately, this is one of the things that we must choose sides on. Support water protectors, water is life. Speaking of water and crisis…the Mars Rulership taking action particularly over bodies of water…like fast-moving rivers, or drawing boundaries or drawing borders with such. In this case for a large-scale conflict to begin or end specifically there are additional attributes needed.

Notable points in History; Neptune in Pisces historically has coincided with war some of which happen to include Pluto in Aquarius & Uranus in Gemini and some that do not:

The Peloponnesian War, Democritus’s atomic theory was developed, Iceni revolt against the Romans, the Jewish uprising in Palestine, Christianity spreading followed by 320ish years later (both Neptune in Aries) becoming the imperial religion of Rome, the destruction of Sarapeum, THE CRUSADES, Genghis Khan began the conquest of Eurasia, the Hundred Years War, the Catholic Church divided, the Bible was translated to English, the Peasant Revolt, I already mentioned Utopia but this coincides with Henry VIII and him deciding from the hand of Anne Boleyn that it was his divine place to be closer to god than the pope and the Roman Inquisition was established, finally the Civil War, Homestead Act, Civil Rights Act, Abolition, the KKK was formed, the Swiss Red Cross.

Plainly dynamite was invented, along with antiseptic which you know already existed…but the Medicine of Neptune in Pisces was ‘cool’ right?

Neptune in Aries brought the dream of color to photographs and the impressionist movement.

You know I really hate modern history—well, what I consider modern. It puts my head in a tale spin of, “have humans always been this horrible to one other?”…sure there are beautiful things like love but monolithic points in our modern historical doctrines only use love as a mask to hide greed.

The thoughts and dreams of Neptune in Pisces find action in Neptune in Aries.

We are really getting slapped with it…but those who proceeded survived and so will we. It’s all about the experience and not the purpose right?

Uranus in Gemini

Let’s get into it.

Our first taste will be July 2025 for 4 months and officially April 26, 2026.

Uranus is electrifying change and principle revolutions, they're not slow or sudden but shock. The desire for freedom—I think because of Uranus being Revolutionary in ways of an accident. I know I know we like to say ‘unpredictability’. Spontaneity isn't always calculated—I say this because Uranus brings the element of predictable surprise. The brilliance of innovation creates stimulating excitement. While Uranus has been in Taurus we have seen the nature of basic needs or the issues highlighted; housing, food, water, and rights to life itself. Uranus disrupts how we socially view value. As we are still in the thick of it in this sign we will see expansion and possible bust of these themes when Jupiter meets up in 2024. Fixed Taurean simplicity is not comfortable for Uranus making the transition into Gemini a noticeable swift-footed difference.

The expectation of sensation is a rapid change in how we think and move in the world. Communication is the focus, so if you are someone who speaks on the inequities of basic human rights don’t lose hope—you are just a little early to the conversation; after all, when Uranus was in Gemini the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was made. The duality of Gemini will be ignited in addressing polarized positions, loudly.

When Uranus is in this sign a common factor is petty civil arguments and revolting parties. Many of these historically involve territorial division, technological and scientific advancement, and the infrastructure of trade and travel. Taking the weaknesses shown during Taurus apart and analyzing them for change in how we think & speak on them.

There will be breakthroughs in technology, at a more rapid rate may be even more widespread than we see currently—but as seen through history it will be in the ways of communication and transportation. Communication not only being how we speak but how technology ‘speaks’; ie phones, algorithms, AI, AR, VR, Deep Fakes et al… What does this mean for the age of information? And who owns the right to regulate such? Reframing our ideas around Piracy, which we will probably have seen an uptick of with Saturn in Pisces.

I collect Deepfake accounts like Pokemon on TikTok, Keanu Reeves being one.

With transportation I would like to see more social infrastructure, someone who can't drive can only hope. But Gemini is localization, so this could mean delivery with a drone instead of trucks and that sort of thing.

This coincides with a larger trend of the Jupiter Saturn Air sign cycle, so we won't be seeing grounding in any attempts of globalization—think city-states and new economic thought in the potential of dialectic materialism. It's the time of figuring things out because there will be no stability, and progression will happen quickly.

The below isn't all war, but for whatever reason, the urgency of war pushes for innovation. Much of what is to come is already happening, and I can't say enough these things aren't like a light switch.

During Uranus in Gemini 1941-1949, World War II had already begun with the US joining as soon as Uranus moved in Gemini briefly, attacking Peal Harbor and when heading back into Gemini for the Battle of Midday—with the Cold War on its heals.

Honestly, we can't talk about any astrology today without looking at Russia and the Soviet Union—or the fall of—the points are so on point. During this time we saw great strides in the invention of computer technology, becoming programable and used for general purposes. Project Manhattan found success in the nuclear chain reaction, and 2 atom bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Notable points in History; again some that overlap with the former:

Socrates, both taught through dialogue to the people and executed for teaching people. Athens defeated Sparta in this same breath. Gutenberg’s printing press, The Learned Ignorance was published, the Scientific Revolution, the telescope was invented by both Lipperhey and Galileo who announced his discoveries in Sidereus Nuncius, Astronomia Nova was published, Harriot first observed Sunspots, the first regularly occurring Newspaper, the King James Bible was published. Isaac Newton stepped in as the influencing course with the movement of Neptune into Aries during the Scientific Revolution. The wave theory of light was published, the theorem for differential calculus, differential equations, probability + statistics, and John Locke was at his peak. The American Revolution as well as independence from Britain. Great classics were written; Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Dickens…much of Darwin. The first recording of sound, Au Clair de la lune, and the first telephone. Colossus and the Space Age began. The Dead Sea Scrolls were discovered and Gandhi demanded independence from Britain.

Pluto in Aquarius, there what a transition between the Age of Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution.

So many civil wars…

Uranus was discovered and the same day a comet was first photographed.

It's the combination of these energies that make the soup of Revolution.

I think that it's funny, when I was young we really wanted to burn it all down, and now we're here and tired. With the best possible outcome, we could see free decentralized energy post a potential solar flare and weather crisis…not the mention how we’ll have to get it. Education reforms, social media will look foreign (not that it already doesn't, but it will be unpredictably different), and wars are very likely—both Civil & World unless we get it together—but as it appears we just like to do the same over and over again. If we can embrace understanding how we think and move we can create what we need for quality of life.

We, myself included, have a tendency to fixate on the yucky parts, as if bracing for impact. And we know this doesn't have to be the case—look at all the cool shit that happened in the schools of thought!

There will be new and evolved ideals, if we navigate in our means and love our neighbors Saturn may just approve.

In-Joy

-K

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