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addisonnie · 1 year

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hinge and uhaul

summary: college!au. when all else fails…one must look for love on hinge!

an: hi! back from hiatus and of course it would be for a clump of pixels because i am down astronomically bad! this is the first part of a possible series! so let me know if a part 2 is warranted.

warnings: cursing, reader has 0 rizz shes literally a mess, reader also rambles and lots of this is just her inner dialogue because why not. also not very edited and possible tense shifts because im the worst!

part 2 ———————————

Tinder is a soul-sucking vortex.

A nightmarish flurry of shirtless mirror selfies, conservatives, and men that look like they’d hit on your mom after walking you to the door. Switching your profile settings from ‘men’ to ‘everyone’ seemed like the best option; It wasn’t. The best option would’ve been to delete your account and light your phone on fire after receiving the fourth “you send?” message in a row.

Hinge is a smaller soul-sucking vortex. At least you can deny their comments before you embarrass yourself by matching with a douche like that. Your account is set to ‘show me everyone’ and you can only hope that ‘everyone’ includes at least some good ones. Swiping and clicking on dating apps seems to be more of a game than it is actual match-making, a time-passer of sorts.

Your roommate, Dina, huffs loudly from her lofted bed across the room, “would you get your sorry ass off of that app? It’s sad listening to you moan and groan about all the losers!”

You roll your eyes, “my soulmate could be the next person!”

No. No. No, again. Oooh…yes?

You swipe through the girl’s page before deciding not to match with her, because who’s Hinge bio states that they’re still in love with their ex? Dina cheers while you huff and slam your phone onto your desk, spinning idly in your chair. The television on top of Dina’s purple mini fridge is playing a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and, for a moment, you forget about your ever-growing dating app addiction.

It’s not that you’re addicted per say. You just spend most of your downtime sitting in your bed and judging people’s profiles, when yours surely isn’t up to par either. Hey, at least you don’t have a picture of you holding a fish.

The rhythmic buzz of your phone quickly draws your eyes away from the cartoon on screen, your hand dramatically reaching for your phone.

Hinge: Ellie liked you! Tap to see the comment she left.

Ellie. That’s a cute name…fairly normal too! Surely she didn’t leave some weirdo comment about how your hair looks like it smells good. Your fingers fumble to tap on the notification and you feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you click on Ellie’s like.

She left her comment under a picture of you taken at a local museum. A big cheesy grin is painted across your face and there’s skeletal remains of some random dinosaur behind you, Dina is crouched under the jaw of the creature pretending to scream while she gets eaten. Hopefully this isn’t one of those situations where Ellie asks ‘if your friend is single.’

Nope. She left a simple comment. I love dinosaurs!!!

You smile as you quickly click on Ellie’s profile to see her. There are a couple pictures of her, and good god is she hot. Flushed, you quickly match with her.

But what do you say? This is life or death. You need this woman.

Hey!

You’re hot

Do you want to have vicious lesbian sex with me?

Okay. Jesus, you are not good at this. While you mull over the keyboard attempting to decide what to say to the ever-attractive Ellie, another message comes in.

Hey, pretty girl!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Your fingers are fumbling over the keyboard, your heart is beating, you’re planning you and Ellie’s wedding. You wonder if she likes lace or prefers the classic look?

Hey! What’s up?

Nothing really. Just playing some guitar!

Guitar? She just gets hotter. Did she also save puppies from a burning building? You wonder if she would want roses at the wedding. Hopefully not, too basic.

Ooooh guitar you say? Whatcha playing?

It’s a few moments before she responds and you’re biting the nail on your thumb awaiting her reply.

Whatever your favorite song is.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you smile and rest your head in your hand.

Why don’t I tell you that over dinner?

It takes Ellie a few minutes to respond this time and you’re sure you’ve managed to scare her off at the mention of an actual date. Her reply comes just as you go to turn your phone off,

How about you give me your number and we can talk more about this date?

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Giving your number to Ellie was perhaps the best decision made in your life thus far. She constantly sends text messages of whatever she’s doing, wearing, eating, or strumming on her guitar. It’s been about a week since you first exchanged information and you’re slightly worried that Ellie no longer wishes to go out on a date. You’ve tried to ‘accidentally’ bump into her on campus multiple times, but she manages to just barely slip away each time.

You’re sitting at your desk attempting to finish an essay when your phone rings in your lap. Ellie’s contact appears lit up on the screen and you just about scream when you grasp the phone between your fingers.

“Hello?” You’re already blushing.

“Hey, you! What’re you up to?” Ellie’s voice is loud into the microphone and you can make out multiple different voices on her end of the line.

“Nothing important,” you close your computer quickly, “why, what’s up?”

She takes a moment to answer as you hear her yell something to whoever else is in the room with her, “me and some friends are at a bar…will you come? Live music and stuff. Plus, I still haven’t taken you on that date!”

“Yes!” Okay, you probably should’ve tried to sound less excited. “Ehem…yes. Text me the address?”

You hear Ellie laugh before she happily responds, “will do! Text me when you get here and I’ll come out front to meet you.”

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Dina and her friends surely shop at Hookers R Us because where else would anybody find a skirt so goddamn short.

“D. Dina. My cheeks are hanging out the bottom.” Dina rolls her eyes and tugs on the hem of the mini denim skirt.

“Well if you wore it down here,” she tugs the denim again, “instead of up to your tits like a grandma would…maybe it would be longer.”

Several shirts are thrown toward your perch on Dina’s desk chair, “what’s wrong with the shirt I have on?”

Dina’s boyfriend. Jesse, interjects, “because I don’t like it.”

“Okay, fashion police. How about this one?” You hold up a form fitting black top and Dina nods vigorously, “yes. But no bra. Show off them ladies!”

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The Uber barely comes to a full stop as you clamber out of the backseat. Grasping for your phone, you text Ellie.

Here! :)

Was the smiley face overkill? Too much?

Cominh!!!!!

*Coming. Not drunk, I swear.

You think you’re the one doing the coming as you watch Ellie stroll towards you in the parking lot. If she was hot on Hinge, she’s ten-thousand times hotter in the dingy lighting that casts a magical glow upon her. She’s wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a white wife-beater, an old worn out flannel is unbuttoned over the top and rolled up just above her elbows. Her raggedy jeans are cuffed to the top of her converse and— wow is she a walking wet dream.

“Hey! I’m glad you came.” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she pulls you straight in for a hug, her calloused hands resting on your hips. You feel her finger tips touching the uncovered skin below your top, the contact makes you shiver.

Ellie squeezes you a little tighter before pulling away, leaving her arm draped over your shoulder, “c’mon, warmer inside.”

You let her lead you into the bar and through the slight crowd congregated near the entrance. A small group of people stand huddled next to the bar and Ellie leads you straight to them as she leans down to speak in your ear, “those are my friends.”

You nod and shamelessly nudge your body to be tucked further into her side, blushing profusely when you feel her arm tighten around your shoulders.

“Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about! And these are my friends I mentioned on the phone.” Ellie smiles while she introduces you to everyone and as much as you enjoy the domesticity of hanging out with her friends, you much prefer the nook you’ve found nestled under Ellie’s toned arm.

———

Her face leans down by your ear again, “wanna drink? I’ll get you one.”

You smile up at her, “would you shoot me if I said I want an espresso martini instead of the beer you’ve been nursing all night?”

She giggles into your ear and her breath fans across your face, “one espresso martini, coming up!”

She pulls away and salutes you before turning around and marching to the other end of the bar, waving her arm to grab the bartender’s attention.

“So you’re the lucky lady? I’m Abby, Ellie’s friend.” Damn, she is buff as hell. Her toned arm stretches across a barstool to shake your hand.

You stare at her open palm, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Who still shakes hands? I’m done drinking for the night.”

She cracks a smile when you laugh and shake her hand anyways, “nothing wrong with a good ol’ handshake.”

You speak with Abby while you wait for Ellie to return with your martini. She’s leaning up against the wood and speaking to the bartender as he pours the concoction into a glass. How she manages to look so appealing at all times is an enigma. Her short hair is pulled half-up into a bun while the rest barely skims the top of her shoulders, the botanical tattoo on her forearm sticks out from under her rolled-up sleeve and—fuck. You’re drooling.

Double-fuck. She caught you staring.

You blush when she throws a wink your way, turning back toward the bar to grab your drink.

And then she’s in front of you once more, “malady.”

She slides in between your legs while you sit atop the cushioned barstool (which you’re pretty sure makes a fart noise any time you move) and rests both of her hands on your hips.

Lifting the drink to your mouth, you hum happily when the flavor covers your tongue, “good?”

“Really good. Superb.” Ellie chuckles and leans in toward you, placing a kiss in the hollow of your collarbone, “c’mon, there’s some more people I want you to meet.”

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You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this position but good god do you wish you could die right here and right now. Ellie is leaning up against the poster-covered wall of the bar with you pulled tightly to her chest. Your back is pressed against her front and one of her arms is wrapped around you, long fingers splayed across your lower stomach. She’s talking animatedly to the guy standing in front of you two and in all honestly you can’t focus on what they’re talking about while you feel the tips of Ellie’s fingers rest upon the skin under your skirt.

It’s innocent. She doesn’t realize her fingers have traveled just south of the top of your skirt, but you’d be lying if you said the feeling of her calloused fingertips below the belt didn’t make you squirm. Her auburn hair tickles the side of your face as your head rests back in the crook between her neck and shoulder. And even better—her cheek presses to the top of your head when there’s a lull in her current conversation.

Hearing the man she was speaking to bid his goodbyes, you turn in her arms. The one that was previously grasping a beer bottle quickly swaps to rest in the back pocket of your skirt instead, her other hand squeezes your hip.

“Hi.” She smiles at you.

“Hi.” You press a kiss to her cheek.

The feeling leaves Ellie warm and she squeezes you a few times before ultimately deciding to cut to the chase and lean in. It’s a sweet peck, a little tipsy kiss that leaves you buzzing and floating outside of your body. The bright, crooked smile she gives you after pulling away punches the air from your lungs and Jesus Christ— now you understand the U-Haul lesbians because in this moment you are well and truly fucked. If this woman, this stranger, asked you to pack your shit and move in, you would.

And the look she gives you as she brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear tells you she might just feel the same.

#here she is #i told u #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x reader

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newtkive · 4 months

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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you-know-honey · 7 months

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The L rule

Part 1/2

Sodo/Dewdrop x f!reader

Summary: You know what they say about short boys...

Word Count: 1930

Note: bad english, the L rule is something that until now I have only heard in Latin America but if you are from other countries and have heard it, comment :).

"Yeah!" You squealed excitedly at your phone, you were in Aurora's room where a girls' night out and Swiss was taking place. Aurora had begged to be let in and well…no one can resist that smile too much and a blackmail of candys that Swiss had brought with him.

As a fun act in your pajamas, you had been logging into internet forums about yourselves, looking at fan edits, and overacting fanfic scenes, plus of course a LOT of Reddit gossip, and now you were trying to get into a group of theories about the band by idea of Swiss. You offered to take care of searching the forums, but the WiFi signal in the ministry is terrible, especially in the ghoul area, so you were lying on the ceiling of Aurora's closet, with the ceiling of the room at few centimeters from you, while the page loaded.

"I'm sorry Rain, I can't be with you" Cumulus posed as Sodo in a fanfic about him and Rain, the performance fell into ridiculousness and that was the funny thing "I am a fire demon, you are water, we are opposites, destined to never be together." He flopped onto the pillow fort.

"Love can do everything Sodo!" Cirrus responded with the same drama. They both read the lines from their cell phones. "Let me love you" Cirrus dramatized, dropping onto Cumulus in the fort and ending his excellent play amid laughter from everyone present.

"I almost cried," Swiss exaggerated while applauding as if he had seen the pinnacle of theater drama.

"Stay still!" Aurora scolded the ghoul and pulled her left hand back in, trying to finish polishing her nails.

The night was more than perfect, even though it was a 'girls' sleepover, the idea of the masks and manicure had been Swiss's idea, he had really committed herself to making sure everyone had a good time. They had eaten popcorn, pizza and done spicy food challenges, challenges that Cumulus had won.

"Girls, enter the forum" you said as you slide out of the prison between the closet and the ceiling, Swiss made space for you next to him as he waved his hands to dry the polish.

"Let's get this started!" Cirrus said, excited to hear the fans' crazy ideas.

They avoided all theories that had to do with Papa Tenzo since it was a nostalgic topic, it was funny how many tried to guess Montain's height, he had made edits about Swiss promoting toothpastes, or about Rain being a kawaii girl.

"Wait! See" Aurora pointed out on the screen.

Test Who is your Ghost Soulmate ¡Click Here!

Without asking permission Aurora clicked, they were stupid questions like: What is your favorite food? What is your favorite instrument? What is your favorite color? Favorite Ghost song? Etc.

The results were curious to say the least.

Cumulus result was Mountain and she seemed to blush a little as she sank into the pillows. Something that you guys didn't waste and joked about.

Cirrus was paired with herself, and in an exaggerated way she went for a hand mirror from among Aurora's makeup and kissed her reflection, definitely nothing better than being your own love of your life.

Aurora and Swiss's turns were fun, they both appeared as the love of each other's lives, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Swiss put her arm around Aurora's shoulders. "Maybe in another life, dear" she said in a diva tone as she laughed and Aurora agreed.

When it was your turn everyone was curious, you completed the questions and waited a few seconds before the pixels showed an image of Sodo on the screen with a brief description of why he would be your soulmate:

'A wild boy who will get you out of any boredom✨, his hands work magic🔥, his name says it all.🥴 All good girls die for a bad boy like Sodo. You already know the L rule 😏'

You laughed nervously as you shook your head, there was no way the gremlin was your ideal soulmate "No, never that" you said between nervous laughs but the others only gave each other knowing looks, perhaps your insistence on denying everything ended up confirming it. “Come on guys, it’s just a silly test,” you tried to ignore him.

You and Sodo weren't very close, but on the part of the ghoul who always seemed to want to be away from you, you had even felt that being close to him drained his energy and you weren't really looking for that. So if Sodo was in the room you practically became part of the furniture and in the few times they had to interact you were always too stiff to be natural while you stammered vague responses or ran away from the room, leaving the ghoul somewhat bewildered. The group had interpreted those things as 'romantic advances' and if they were like that they would be the most pathetic romantic advances in the world.

"Stop guys, seriously, it's not funny. It's fake." It was actually funny, if you weren't the victim you would joke just like they do now.

"Of course it's funny, just look at you, if it weren't real, your cheeks wouldn't be as red as tomatoes" Cumulus took the opportunity to say.

"You blushed too!" You replied, you weren't expecting that attack from Cumulus.

"At least I can admit that Mountain is cute!" Cumulus said. Low blow for you.

You wouldn't deny that Sodo was cute, it was an opinion that you and millions of others shared, even in his demonic form, you had always thought that there was no way Sodo wouldn't look attractive. But he had to stay alone in your thoughts.

"One way or the other!" You raised your arms in a sign of peace. “Also, what the hell does the L rule mean?”

"I don't know" Aurora answered, looking at the others for answers but both Cumulus and Cirrus raised and dropped their shoulders.

"No idea girls" Cirrus said.

A small, almost imperceptible laugh escaped Swiss's lips and like owls they all turned towards him, smiling maliciously at each other.

"You know what it is, right Swiss?" Cumulus approached him with a tender puppy look.

"I won't tell them," he replied, but there was a small crack of weakness in his voice. If they pressed harder he would speak.

"But we invited you to our girls' night" Cirrus pouted and crossed her arms childishly, something very cute and she knew it.

"It's a boy thing" He responded, crossing his legs looking at the ceiling to avoid falling into the manipulative tenderness of the ghoulette.

"But you said you were one of us. We girls tell each other everything" you said in the sweetest tone you had, one that worked very well with Rain or Phantom. You leaned on her shoulder like a cat to be closer to her ear.

If an outsider saw the scene they would think it was some kind of satanic harem and not a group of girls trying to convince their dear friend to betray their gender and tell them the secret.

"If it's not the good way, it's the bad way." Aurora pretended to roll up the sleeves of her pajamas. "Girls, hold it down."

With evil smiles they all understood the plan, Cumulus and Cirrus held the legs and you held their wrists. Swiss writhed like a snake but it was impossible for him to get free.

"It's not okay! It's cheating!" he screamed as he tried to get away, laughter escaping him.

"Come on Y/N, you wouldn't do this to your good friend" he begged you with his cute smile.

"Sorry Swiss, curiosity first. Give it Aurora!" Swiss opened her mouth to say something but Aurora rushed over her stomach, beginning the torture.

Aurora's hands ran over the most sensitive areas of Swiss's body, causing him to tickle and laugh loudly and uncontrollably, as well as broken pleas for them to stop. The scene made the girls laugh.

"Confess!" You yelled at him between laughs.

"No," he replied. "It's a boy thing," Swiss gasped as he tried to take a breath, his chest rising and falling violently, tears beginning to escape from his eyes and roll down to his neck.

"We can do this all night!" Aurora hummed and she wasn't lying.

"I…" I gasp "Fuck it…Fine!" He gasped again but louder, "I will confess!" the tickling stopped abruptly letting him breathe properly after some endless minutes.

"Okay" Aurora stayed on him for a few seconds waiting for some sign of a lie but it wasn't like that. She raised her hands in peace and moved away from her stomach. You and the girls let it out too. Swiss wiped away his tears and took some time to get back to normal.

He stood up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Aurora's nightstand before sitting back down on the cushions and scribbling a few things down. She ended up showing them an L on the paper, next to the vertical line she had written the letter 'B' and under the small horizontal line the letter 'D'.

"Any idea?" Swiss asked and the four shook their heads, Swiss sighed.

"What does 'D' mean?" you asked innocently.

Swiss smiled mischievously "This" he pointed to his own crotch.

You looked at his crotch for a few seconds before understanding, the blood went to your cheeks at a fantastic speed and you covered your face embarrassed to let your gaze go to the area of Swiss's body and everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they understood. They didn't need to look to understand.

"So if I have the page vertically and the B refers to the boy and the D refers to his… 'little friend', it means that the taller the boy, the smaller his 'D' will be, do you understand?" I explain Swiss as if it were a university class.

"But Sodo isn't that tall, the rule doesn't make sense then" Cumulus was the least uncomfortable of all, Aurora had a nervous smile, you and Cirrus covered half of your faces with a cushion each, absolutely embarrassed.

''Quite the opposite, my dear Cirrus." Swiss turned the page horizontally and changed the place of the 'B' and the 'D'. "As you see, everything changes, now the boy is small so his 'D' will be bigger."

If it could still be possible, your cheeks took on an even redder color. The girls let out a group "Ohhhh…" as Swiss threw the piece of paper against the door.

"Happy with the answer?" Swiss asked, crossing his arms, proud of his explanation. "I hope this betrayal of my gender merits some reward." She looked at her nails with feigned disinterest, before Aurora handed her a handful of candy.

"I was expecting something funnier, but it's okay," you said as you looked out the window, hoping that your blush would stop and that no one would notice.

"Forget it, let's do something interesting now" Swiss said, returning to the fun of a sleepover.

Swiss had finished singing 'London Boy' by Taylor Swift and had even tied the sheet of Aurora's bed around her waist as an elegant dress. You regretted not being able to record that moment. Now it was your turn. You spun the little spinner on the screen of Swiss's phone, it spun for a few seconds and stopped on 'I Love It' by Icona Pop. Your eyes sparkled with excitement.

A long night of talented divas was coming.

I hope you like it, I plan to write some "short" stories to cover my obsession with the band while I continue writing the fanfic.

#sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #per sodomizer eriksson #sodomizer ghoul #nameless ghost #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes

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horanghxnni · 8 months

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counting the days until you're home. - l.s.m

PAIRING: Lee Seokmin x gn!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

TAGS: ldr established relationship, fluff, missing s/o, reader and seokmin miss each other so maybe a tiny bit of angst if you close your eyes

WARNINGS: ldr struggles like yearning/missing someone, that's really it!

NOTES: i am in a long distance relationship and while every mile is worth it, it can get hard sometimes. my heart goes out to all in a similar situation <3 i had this as a draft and thought seokmin fit it perfectly. enjoy!!

45 Days Left

The incessant buzz of your phone was enough to jolt you out of bed and blindly reach for the answer button. After a moment, the sweet smile of your boyfriend appeared on screen, eyes searching for you. It took you a minute to sit up and turn on your bedside lamp, seeing his eyes light up as he finally saw your face bathed in a warm glow.

“Y/N! Hi, baby!” His smile widened, head moving a bit closer to the screen to see you properly.

“Hi, baby.” You matched his smile with a tired one of your own, and glanced at the time before making your gaze meet his slightly pixelated one. His eyes softened, and his smile fell for a moment.

“Did I wake you up? What time is it over there?” He asked, lips now formed into a small pout. You waved him off, trying to find a way to ease his worry.

“No, honey, I was awake, I know you said you were going to call late today. It’s almost 4 am here.” You almost didn’t want to admit the time, but knowing him, he’d probably google it if you didn’t say anything. You could see the setting sun behind him through the window he sat in front of, the rare quiet surrounding him considering he was almost always around at least 1 of the other 12 members of his group. He looked well, a little tired behind his eyes, but you could see the energy pulsing through him as he tried his best to sit still. It was a concert day, and if you did your time zone math correctly, he was due for soundcheck in about 30 minutes.

His frown deepened at the realization of just how late you were awake waiting for him to call. “I’m so sorry I kept you up so late, honey. I meant to call earlier, but we had practice all day for this leg of the tour and I didn’t realize how late it would be for you.”

You could hear the guilt curl around his voice, and you felt your heart squeeze in his chest. It was hard enough being away from each other, but after finally ending your long distance relationship of 2 years to only end up back to constantly checking time zones and finding moments to speak over a screen hurt all over again.

“Baby, it’s alright. It’s worth seeing you so happy. What city are you in now?” You asked, attempting to change the subject to a happier one. Seokmin was always excited to talk about what he loved: his job. He was itching for this tour, and seeing his fans in person was his favorite part. His eyes sparkled at the thought, and like magic, his smile was back. You propped the phone on the side table beside your bed and laid against the pillows as he spoke animatedly to you, his cheerful voice slowly lulling you to sleep.

With a calm smile, Seokmin takes in your sleeping form for a moment more. “Sleep well, my love. I’ll see you soon.” He spoke quietly and with determination, before ending the call and heading to soundcheck.

14 Days Left

Today was a nightmare. Your boss held a board meeting announcing potential lay-offs, you spilled your morning coffee all over your desk, and dropped your lunch on the way to a table. As if the day hadn’t been rough enough, you got caught in the rain on the way home and had to walk 6 blocks from the train station to your apartment in soaking wet clothes. You angrily stripped from your soiled clothes and threw them in the general direction of your laundry room before taking a very long hot shower in an attempt to scrub away the negative feelings that weighed you down from today’s disasters. You ordered in, not being bothered to cook, and sat tiredly on the couch to watch whatever happened to be on TV. What appeared once you turned it on was a rerun of one of Seventeen’s Going Seventeen episodes. The screen panned across all 13 boys before settling on the one you wanted to see most: Seokmin. He happened to be the topic of discussion, and all the attention caused him to laugh and shift in his seat in embarrassment. Seeing him caused tears to fill your eyes, your food forgotten as you stared through watery eyes at the screen as he spoke to the other members who were egging on his goofy nature as he joked around.

It was days like this where the floodgates you built to be strong through the distance crumble as you sobbed on the couch. 2 years ago, you were struggling through once a week calls, a constant stream of “I miss yous” and “If only you didn’t live so far” flooding your text messages. You never expected to fall in love with a boy from across the world, much less a celebrity from so far away, but there you were watching all his stages and sending him proof you’d bought his newest album and happened to receive his photocard this time, living through video calls and letters sent as incognito as you could. Those two years were hell, but so worth it to experience him fall head over heels in love with you just like you did with him. To feel that kind of love from thousands of miles away was worth every missed call and unsuccessful attempt at meeting in person for the first time. The first time you got to feel his touch was when you arrived in Korea for the first time with all your belongings packed away and ready for your new life in a country you’d never been to before. It took a lot of saving, planning, and negotiation, but you both came to the conclusion that you could start your life there, with him by your side. You found a nice apartment near the HYBE building, and he was given permission to visit you and see you as long as your relationship was kept private.

6 months later, you were seemingly in the same position as you were before. Their Face the Sun tour began three months ago, and the facetime calls and alarms in the middle of the night for a chance at speaking were a part of your routine again. He was almost home, something he reminded you of constantly, but that didn’t make it any less hard. You’d finally gotten used to waking up to his messy hair and sleepy kisses that now your bed felt cold and way too big without him to sprawl out in it. You reached for your phone through your blurry vision, finding his contact and pressing the call button, not bothering to check what time it was.

“Hey angel, I was about to call you!” His voice was injected with joy, speaking loudly over what sounded like Seungkwan and Soonyoung, which only made your heart break more. You sniffled, and the line went quiet save for a few shuffling noises and fading voices.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He sounded worried, and you could just imagine him pacing around a now empty room. You sighed, attempting to calm yourself enough to speak clearly.

“Today was just a really hard day, and you guys came on TV and I just lost it. I just… I miss you so much.” You’d said those 5 words countless times, but there truly was no other way to accurately explain how you were feeling. You missed his touch, you missed the way he laughed when you accidentally burned breakfast for him, you missed the way he’d kiss you before leaving for practice or a schedule, or the way he cuddled you until the sun came up after a long day at work. You heard him sigh before your phone started to ring with an incoming FaceTime call from him. You answered and you saw his pretty brown eyes widen at the tears streaming down your face before softening once more.

“Baby, two more weeks. Two more weeks and I’ll be home with you 24/7 and you’ll wish I was gone again.” You laughed quietly at his attempt to make you smile, and he beamed with pride at his success. “I’m so sorry you had a bad day, and I wish I was there to hold you and make it better. What can I do until I can make it up to you?” He asked.

You contemplated for a moment. “Can you sing to me?”

He smiled, wide and sweet as candy as his dimples showed prominently. “Of course, honey. Go get comfortable and I’ll sing to you.” You followed his request eagerly, quickly wiping your tears and placing your takeout in the fridge before running to the bedroom. He giggled as you struggled with sliding one of his hoodies over your head, but before long you were settled into his side of the bed and awaiting the angelic sound of his voice to flow through your phone’s speakers.

“Ready?” You nodded as he began to sing, the sweet melody of a lullaby version of “Imperfect love” flooding through your senses as you closed your eyes. His voice wrapped around you to make up for his arms not being able to, and he sang you into a comfortable sleep. Once he knew you were out, he looked at you for a moment more.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t be gone for much longer, I promise.” He whispered, then hung up. He turned to see Wonwoo standing in the doorway, a knowing frown on his lips. Wonwoo had witnessed his friend’s distress as he left the green room, following to watch Seokmin softly sing to you as his voice shook in an attempt to hide his own sadness. His eyes betrayed him, filling with tears that refused to fall. Wonwoo took a few steps forward, opening his arms for his friend to fall into, nothing more to be said as he tried to comfort Seokmin the best he could.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Wonwoo:

If it makes you feel any better, he misses you just as much. He’s a wreck when you’re gone. We’ll be home before you know it and ice cream will be on me <3

0 Days Left

Your phone had been buzzing with notifications all day. Between flight updates from your boyfriend, begging from the boys to make sure you’re at the dorm, and a final approval text from their manager that you could spend a few nights in the dorm, you were a nervous and excited mess.

You were bouncing in your seat on the couch, eyes glancing up from your phone towards the door every 10 seconds or so. Seokmin and the rest of the boys had landed in Korea from New York about an hour ago, and he would be arriving back at the dorms any minute. Every step you took toward the dorm earlier today had your heart pounding with excitement, and waiting became agony as every second passed.

The sound of a key entering the lock pulled you to your feet, eyes boring holes into the door handle as it turned with ease, revealing the faces of the boys you adored. One by one, they shuffled in, jet lagged smiles toward you warming your heart as you excitedly waved hello. In usual circumstances, you’d attack them with hugs, but everyone around knew that two specific people had been saving their energy for each other, one of them having just walked through the door. His eyes scanned the room as he passed through the door frame, and when they met yours, it suddenly didn’t matter who walked in after him. His bags hit the floor with a loud thump as he leaped toward you. He stumbled as he narrowly passed furniture in his way and within seconds, his arms had engulfed you. Raising you from the floor, he spun you around as your face buried into his neck, fingers tightly clutching the dark fabric of the hoodie he was wearing. Tears flowed like a river, a low whisper of “you’re home, oh my god, you’re home” being the only thing you managed to say. He nodded in your embrace, tightly holding you as if the moment he lost the feeling of your touch you would disappear.

“I’m home, baby, and I’m never leaving you again.” He spoke with a finite tone, and that was a promise.

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disfordevineaux · 11 months

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What's kind of phone I think each Carmen Sandiego character has:

Carmen: That limited edition red iPhone that came out a few years ago. Because it is red, along with a red case with a red pop socket on the back that keeps.falling.off. It's also mysteriously in perfect condition?

Player: A Google Pixel because he doesn't want to conform to the status quo of phone brands and claims he made it 'hack proof'. He sticks by it and claims it's better than any iPhone or Samsung on the market, but it's really not. And he knows that, we all know that. And no phone case because he literally can't find one for it because no one has a Google Pixel. So why make phone cases for a phone no one has?

Shadowsan: They got him an iPhone 12 Pro, big enough for him to use and see the screen because he has to view it from a distance as, and I quote 'The phone lights make his eyes blurry.' It also had one of those wallet cases mums have on their phones. He left it behind when he went on his sabbatical and got a Nokia brick and an international sim plan just for calls.

Zack: The most disgusting, feral, warped, sticky, crusty and shattered iPhone 6 in white you have ever witnessed in history yet it works completely fine despite the glass you find lodged in your finger when you use it and the centre button that is just an empty hole to the motherboard. REFUSES to get a new one because he doesn't want to lose the headphone jack and claims that apple removing it in the first place was cash grab and he will have no part in it. And honestly dam right zack I am with you there my man stay strong King xx

Ivy: She has a custom made franken-phone that is made up of various parts from all brands across the board. Alot of the parts donated from Devineaux's pile of fallen soldiers that met their doom between the 18-24 months he was actively chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Literally a beast and has a military grade case that she also crafted which she had tested. It is literally military grade, she has a certificate and everything.

Julia: Currently, a Lavender Samsung Ultra 23 256gb storage. She got it mostly for the cool pen it comes with, and because it's lavender. She updates her phone model every 2 years and sells the latter for almost the same price she bought it for because she keeps it in pristine condition. She's only ever cracked a phone once and it shook Julia to her core. It looked horrific in her opinion, the hair line crack so bad it made her gag when she brushed her finger over it. So now she always has a nice, strong silicone pastel purple case and screen protector over her phone which she cleans regularly.

Chase: He went through 6-7 phones during the 18-24 months while chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Before then and now after, he had whatever the latest phone was the year he got it regardless of the brand, about every 2-4 years or until it kicked the bucket. During that 18-24 months, he'd walk into a phone store, ask for the latest thing, and be on his way. Most of them died in his care before he even had the chance to take the back plastic off. Now, he's in far fewer situations that indanger his life or phone. Or if he is, takes the moment to hand his phone and wallet to whoever is nearby for safe keeping because he really likes the new one Julia picked out for him (which is just the same model as hers but black). Julia also being the one who made him get a case. He had no idea that phones came with their own clothing options.

Chief: Only uses holograms. But has a landline??????????????

Zari: She once owned a black Samsung A20 with a yellowing clear case back in 2015 before she was declared missing at sea? That's all the information I can get on it my sources tried their best sorry.

Brunt: Doesn't need it because she can project her voice across vast distances. Get her a rolled TV guide and she can blast your message from one side of America to the other 🇺🇸 yeehaw and also because she's scared those 5g mega hd3g Max phone microwave rays will melt her brain if she gets one of those flat things and slaps it to her face like an genz zombie.

Bellum: Has 17 Ipads all with different cases on them.

Cleo: She has other people do that phone thing for her so she isn't sure what kind of phone she has and I don't know either.

Maelstrom: A telepathic link chip he had installed into his brain to connect to cell towers. It doesn't really work... Or do anything... But it's in there so.... Yeah?

Dash: A Samsung flip BECAUSE ITS JUST AS PRETENTIOUS AS HE IS and so he can snap it shut to prove a point. He's been through like 10 of them because he snaps them closed too slay-ily damaging it. No case because I have no idea how you'd even get a case for it?? Like it folds? I don't know.

Paper Star: Lives off grid.

Sheena: A white iPhone 11 with a gold trim case that has a huge crack down the front. The back glass is completely shattered, but it doesn't stop her from endlessly scrolling through those insta reels about reviewing different tanning lotion brands.

Crackle: An oily iPhone with the most humongous case you've ever seen. You could drop it and it would bounce around like a ping pong ball. The grease that covers the lens gives his selfies an air brushed vibe to them that he just loves.

Mimebomb: An invisible 1970s orange rotary phone.

Neal: That mystic purple conch shell with the pull string from that one spongebob episode that answered questions or something. You know what I'm talking about don't make me pull up a picture.

Topo and Chev: They share one phone so covered in stickers you can't even tell what kind it is but its probably an iPhone. It's filled with couples selfies and can only work when permanently charging so it's always connected to a power bank that is also covered in stickers. Ugh.

#tag yourself Im the invisible 1970s orange rotary phone #i was bored and inspired by my new phone #Carmen Sandiego #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs ivy #cs zack

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wjhik · 10 months

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Bad Day (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Y/N's POV:

This day is a fucking nightmare. Maya refuses to call it a night. She's been bouncing off the walls all day, and as bedtime rolls around, my life becomes harder and harder. On top of my boss screaming at me at the top of his lungs in front of the entire office for something that wasn't my fault, my baby won't stop crying. I love Maya more than anything, but she's driving me crazy. She's only 2-years-old, and this is her only way to express how horrible she's feeling. She has a cold, and I'm sure her stomach is hurting her. I can't blame her, but I'm struggling here. I'm holding her in my arms, rubbing over her back in an attempt to soothe her. She's not throwing a tantrum. She's sitting with me, hoping for this to end as much as I am. I start crying along with her, kissing her head. I feel so bad for my baby. She's crying for her daddy. I can't wait for Trent to get home.

Trent's POV:

I can't wait to get home to my girls. I missed them so much at training today. I finally reach the front door of our house. I put my key through the keyhole and twist. I push the door open and hear a loud screech. I look towards where the sound came from and see a horrifying sight. My wife on the floor with our daughter in her lap, both of them crying. "Hey. What's wrong??" I ask, immediately throwing my bags aside and rushing to sit next to them. I take my daughter in my arms and she quiets down. "She won't sleep." Y/N says, wiping her tears from her cheeks. I know Maya's not feeling well. I place the back of my hand on her head to see if she has a fever. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt her cold skin.

I sit up on the couch, rocking the baby in my arms. I give a hand out to my wife. She takes in and sits on the couch with us. "It'll all be okay, baby." I say to Y/N, rubbing her head.

Y/N/s POV:

I'm so glad Trent is home. He always makes everything better. I look down at my daughter. She's fast asleep. Trent pats my knee and gets up to put her to bed. Once he's put her in her room, he comes back out. "Let's get you to bed, my love." He says, putting his hand behind my back as I walk to our bedroom. I walk towards my side on the bed. Trent pulls the blanket off the bed and helps me get in before he gets on his side of bed. I nuzzle into his chest as he strokes my hair. "Do you want to talk about your day, love?" He asks me. "It was just hard. I feel like a horrible mother." I confess to him. "I know, baby. I'm so sorry." He says, soothingly. "You wanna watch a movie?" It's a rhetorical question. He knows I always want to watch a movie. He reaches toward the side table, where the remote is, and puts on some 'Pixels'. (Underrated movie btw) Him and I are giggling away, before I fall asleep in his arms. Despite my day being horrible, this was a not so bad ending.

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evakant · 5 months

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Sorry if I bother you, but I really love your gif sets! Do you know some tutorials or, app, or anything, to learn how to make good gif? I am learning and I feel very stupid because all my gifs are shit. (if my ask is inappropriate or anything, please ignore me)

you're not bothering and none of this is inappropriate, you're more than welcome in my inbox! as for your questions, let's see what i can do.

1) tutorials — i've been doing this for long enough that i don't really have much to recommend here, the only tutorials i use nowadays are all about specific things and not how to make gifs as a whole. that being said i've linked this one before, i personally do some things differently but it's a very good tutorial, well-received by gifmakers who are just starting and well written, from what i've skimmed through.

another good post to look through is this one, not a gifmaking tutorial per se but it goes into sizes, sharpening, and how to get neat & clear gifs. two of the main points are A) while you can get away with making gifs out of a 720p quality video, 1080p is what is usually recommended. you could use 4k as well, but a 1080p video is usually easier to find, will take less space in your storage, and will give you really good results already. no need for overkill <3 as for B) size matters here on tumblr dot com, mostly width. the op of the post linked in this paragraph has included a nice graphic for the size limits for gifs, you can refer to it as you make your gifs so that whatever you make won't turn out pixelated once you upload it to tumblr.

if you're curious, i've been asked about my sharpening settings here and i spoke before on tumblr sizing here

2) software — you mentioned app, if by app you mean mobile stuff then i'm sorry, i can't help you! i've never made gifs through mobile and i wouldn't even know which direction to point towards for you to find more information. as for computers, if you mean programs then these are what i use to make my gifs: potplayer (for taking screencaps) and photoshop cc 2020 (for making the actual gifs, this is the post i used but here's one with more links)

now i'd like to mention something my grandma always used to say: no one is born learned. you're not stupid just because it's taking you a while to do something, learning is a process and everyone has their own pace. i've been making gifs for a decade now and i know there are things i could do better! i'm also still learning, i make plenty of "shit" gifs before stumbling my way to something i am okay with posting, and sometimes i'm really proud of what i've made and other times i think it's just "good enough". i understand feeling disheartened but please do not feel stupid about any of this!

no use in putting yourself down, now hold my hand and let's add the finishing touches on this long ass reply <3

3) tips — we've mentioned video quality, sharpening, and sizing. what else, what else. personally i would start simple (and i did, way back when, and still do!! most of my gifs are quite simple). so: cropping/resizing + coloring + sharpening. it'll help get the basics down and then you'll have a good foundation for everything else you might want to learn. i mentioned in another ask, almost two years ago now lmao, that i used to download other people's free psds (that is, pre-made settings and layers to color your gifs) and instead of using them i would open them up and pick them apart to see how people were coloring things, which layers they used, in which order, stuff like that.

remember: there is no right or wrong to do this! you could ask ten different people how they make their gifs, and their preferences for any specific part of the process, and you'd get ten different answers. if you find a tutorial and don't vibe with it, throw that aside and look for another. pick and choose, find what works for you and what doesn't! and that means do not be afraid to experiment and try things out.

also, don't like photoshop? no problem! i started with gimp, now personally i wouldn't recommend it over ps but it's a good program, it taught me a lot, and there's really nothing to hate about it. it might have less functions than ps though, and already a decade ago there weren't that many tutorials/resources for it.

don't like photoshop AND don't want to download a program? try photopea, i haven't used it but it works directly from your browser and it should do everything photoshop does!

let me know if there's anything else i can help with <3

#fra.xml #fra.txt #long post /#anonymous

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ettadunham · 2 months

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inon zur, the man you are.

is this cheating? maybe. possibly. probably.

okay, so context. i have been doing this thing where i play a random adventure game spit out by a random generator program i created (because i'm a nerd). as a result, every now and then, you'll find a short write-up about some weird obscure little video game on my tumblr blog. it's just one of the many things that you have to put up with if you decided to follow me for whatever reason. sorry.

then one day, said randomizer spit out syberia 3, and let me tell you, i was delighted! this was the first time i had a game i already played on my list, so obviously, this meant a replay. but not just any replay. i now had to replay the entire series! obviously.

is this what i've done for other games that came up before? no. but you guys don't understand.

syberia is my special little guy.

syberia 1 and 2 are not only largely the reason for my long-lasting obsession with adventure games, they have arguably raised me. i am the human person i am today because i played syberia while listening to complicated by avril lavigne when i was 12. these are the foundations and building blocks of my personality. everything that's wrong with me comes back down to this.

so, yeah. to say that i was excited to get back to this one is a slight understatement. i was vibrating on a frequency previously undetected in human physiology.

i also start with all this to emphasize that, yeah. i have my rose-tinted nostalgia glasses on when it comes to these games. that doesn't mean i don't have my criticisms, especially looking at the game today, but... i cannot not love syberia. it's just science.

i should probably talk about the game itself at some point though, right? i can't just assume that the one person reading this (i see you! hey! thank you <3) is as familiar with the ins and outs of voralberg automatons as i am. so, let's do a synopsis.

syberia is a 2002 point-and-click game about a lawyer named kate walker, who hyperfixate on her work mission to find an old man a bit too much, while going on a train adventure with an autistic-coded automaton named oscar. hijinks ensue!

the game was designed by french developer benoît sokal (rip, king) as a follow-up to his previous game, amerzone. as a kid, i have played through all of his games i could get my hands on, but it's been a while, so i can't quite tell you how much those hold up. from what i remember, he definitely liked his adventurer protags... as well as some potentially questionable depictions of made-up indigenous people.

...let's circle back to that after syberia 2.

but yeah, while we're here, let's actually get some of my criticisms out of the way. this is a game from 2002 written by a french dude and... you could say that it's of its time among other things. for instance the man kate is looking for is mentally disabled, and the game is a bit too liberal in its use of the 'r' word to describe him. (and yes, it was considered an offensive and derogatory term in 2002 too, people were just more inclined to use it back then.)

there are other aspects of the game that one might critique as well, that i mostly find charming. the dialogue is at times clunky (almost as if it was written by someone whose native language is not english...), but the voice actors do a nice job adding character (and possibly tweaking their lines just enough) that it absolutely works on me to this day. it's a little wacky, a little silly, the puzzles sometimes require some pixel hunting, but that's just how these games work!

this one also had the cocktail puzzle, which, in my opinion, is one of the best in the entire series. it really has everything! when i become super rich, i'm going to build that cocktail machine in my house.

other highlights of the game include the big communist boi looming over you in komkolzgrad and just... any other automaton or mechanical machinery in the game. including your train, obviously.

the overall aesthetics of the game? immaculate! i want all my devices to work with a wind up mechanism now.

the one thing though that, in my opinion, truly elevates syberia over its contemporaries is its music. god, the music!!! most people might be familiar with inon zur through his scores for games like the later fallout or dragon age games, but to me, he's always gonna be the guy who went so insanely hard for this somewhat niche little adventure game series.

his score coupled with the automaton designs and the beautiful scenery? absolutely breathtaking. prettier than any modern game.

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in conclusion: kate walker, call me!

EDIT: as it was just pointed out to me by @greyaged, the first syberia game was actually scored by nicholas varley and dimitri bodiansky, and only from syberia 2 onwards did inon zur become the series' main composer. needless to say that they all did a fantastic job, but i definitely want to give an extra shout out to varley and bodiansky here, now that i know that they were the ones responsible for this particular game's score. the tracks and motifs they introduce here carry over to zur's scores, and they definitely cement syberia's legacy as a game series with one of the most memorable video game soundtracks in my book. <3

#adventure game extravaganza #mse's playing adventure games #mse's replaying syberia #syberia #video game #Youtube

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zealfruity · 9 months

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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 2/2 Master Post (Domino Squad Lives AU and Fives+332nd Live AU version)

Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said

Mostly just headcanons following below

A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Nax is a she/her. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. Domino Squad Lives AU has the main blue boys interact with the 212th on a more personal level, so some of these involve a mix of the two groups. Every single character is having an existential crisis in the other AU. NO CLONESHIPPING HERE!

(Domino Squad Lives Fix-It AU):

Echo: Do you take constructive criticism?

Cutup: No, only cash or credit.

Waxer: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Echo: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Boil: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Cutup: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Droidbait: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Hevy: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'

Echo: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make

'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC’.

Hevy: *flips the board*

Cutup: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Fives: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Cutup: God?!

Cutup: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Droidbait: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

Nax: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Wooley: I need life advice.

Cutup, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Fives: *coughs blood*

Droidbait: Don't die, Fives!

Fives: Don't tell me what to do!

Cutup: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I've ever done.

Droidbait: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

Cutup: They're not.

Droidbait: Haha, very funny.

Cutup: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

Droidbait: No... what happened?

Cutup: …Why would you fall for this again-

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Cutup*

Cutup: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Droidbait: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

Hevy: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don't set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It's risky and I like it.

Cutup: Hello friends!

His Squad:

Cutup: You might be wondering why I'm stuck to the ceiling

Cutup: You're mean!

Droidbait: You're meaner!

Cutup: Yeah, well, you're ugly too!

Droidbait: You're uglier!

Cutup: You're a dumbass!

Droidbait: You're a dumberass!

Cutup: You think "dumberass" is a good insult!

*Cutup and Hevy are planning to break in somewhere*

Cutup: We need to distract the guards.

Hevy: Right.

Cutup: What are we gonna do?

Hevy: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Cutup:

Hevy:

Cutup: Deal.

Nax: Hey, DB! Did you know you’re my BFFLWYLION?

Droidbait: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nax: Best Friend For Life Whether You Like It Or Not.

Droidbait:

Droidbait: That’s one way to say it, I guess…

Wooley: I am strong! I beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Hevy: Anyone can beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Droidbait: Hey-

*Cutup sends more than 5 messages in a row*

Hevy: I ain’t reading all that.

Hevy: I’m happy for you tho.

Hevy: Or sorry that happened.

Cutup, to Wooley: You know, Hevy can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Cutup: *blows airhorn at Hevy* GET FUCKED!

Hevy: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Cutup: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Hevy: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Jesse: Actually I did the math, Cutup would have $225, not $0.15.

Cutup: Fam I’m right here....

Wooley: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Tup: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Wooley: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Tup: :(

Jesse: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Echo would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Wooley: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Jesse: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Fives: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.

Echo: Apply juice to what.

Fives: Directly to the forehead.

Rex: Great chat everyone.

Droidbait, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Echo: Time for plan G.

Wooley: Don’t you mean plan B?

Echo: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Droidbait: What about plan D?

Echo: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Tup: What about plan E?

Echo: I’m hoping not to use it. Cutup dies in plan E.

Boil: I like plan E.

Oddball: Are we really going to let Hevy keep Beam?

Cody: We kept Cutup.

Kix: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!

Droidbait: *loads shotgun* I got this.

Kix: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

The poor Jedi that got Cutup assigned to them after the war: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this Order.

Cutup: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

*At the police station*

Denal: Hi, I’m here for Domino Squad.

Corrie guard: Who’s Domino Squad?

Denal: Ah, you must be new.

Fox: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!

Jesse: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Hevy: How does that even work?

Droidbait, mocking him: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?!

Hevy: Your face doesn't make sense.

Cody, to Trapper: If you see Cutup, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Cody: He’ll know what it means.

*later*

Trapper: oh, and Cody said to give you a message.

Trapper: *makes a neutral face*

Cutup: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut?

Fives: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Longshot: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

Cutup: ...We're on the ground floor.

Longshot: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Hevy: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Denal: What do you call disobeying the law?

Domino Squad: A hobby.

Denal: *crosses his arms*

Domino Squad: That we do not engage in.

Droidbait to Tup: First rule of battle, vod’ika... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hardcase, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Droidbait: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hevy: Really love that airports have to specify that you're NOT allowed grenades. Like damn there go my traveling plans

Droidbait: Ideally we get down there and Cutup’s just dead. And then we can end the mission, and I can go home. Obviously very sad, thoughts and prayers, but... I don't have to go down there, then. So... *weighs options between his hands* Lose brother, don't have to go in the tunnel. I think it comes out to be a wash, to be honest, so…

Hevy, about possibly getting too beefy for the armor: Regulations won’t look as good as my thighs will so they aren't valid.

Fives+332nd Live AU (possible official titles include Bones In The Ocean AU and Resistance Leaders AU, I’m workshopping it rn)

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Fives looks around at the wanted posters to see if he’s on any of them.*

Omega: Fives, are you a criminal?

Fives: Not here, I'm not!

Rex: Uuh, watcha got there?

Fives, with a lightsaber: A smoothie.

Fives: Damn, Tech, are you secretly cool?

Tech: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Fives: I do not.

Ahsoka, texting CF99: Want to help me murder someone?

Echo: Sure who we hitting?

Ahsoka: someone who looks evil

Some guy: What am I supposed to do?

Bounty Hunter Fives: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Some guy: I’m an atheist.

Fives: Then just get ready to die I guess.

Fives: So, are you two friends?

Omega: Yes.

Crosshair: No.

Fives: Hello Crosshair, made anyone cry today?

Crosshair: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

Fives: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Echo: Schrödinger's boys.

Crosshair: FUCK!

Wrecker: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Tech: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Tech: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Fives: ...

Echo: ...

Crosshair: ...

Wrecker: ...

Tech: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

Fives: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Tech: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Fives: Fuck you.

The self-taught medic with no license in the lower levels: Fives’ a 10 but that's all we know about him.

Kix: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Ahsoka: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Kix: Th-that's not how that works-

Fives, to the BB: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Tech: But how-

Fives, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Echo: *nods sagely*

All of them: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Fives: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Tech: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Fives: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Tech: Somehow that's worse.

Rex: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Crosshair: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Hunter: Didn't you die?

Fives: That was months ago, dude. Things change.

Omega: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Omega: And I started thinking.

Omega: Like, it was just trying to get food.

Omega: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Hunter: Are you ok?

Jesse 5 months into Resistance work: You know I think my life has value.

Wrecker: Who are you and what have you done with Jesse?!

Fives: I'm so sad woa woa womp womp.

Echo: I am tired of fighting my own demons, give me physical ones.

Fives, months into being on the run: I’d kill to go absolutely ham on a dexter-grade hamburgussy.

Echo: Nothing wrong with a little government overthrowing in the sake of friendship.

Wrecker: Aw you little reg guy.

Dogma: Shut up do not call me that.

Omega: Gentleman ori’vod.

Dogma: Stop I am a STRANGER who is RUDE!

Echo after Fives tells him that he tried to assassinate Palpatine: Yeah I think fighting the Chancellor’s a pretty good way to get labeled a traitor.

#incorrect quotes #silly #tcw #au #tcw aus #clone wars #star wars #tbb #bad batch #tbb au

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ntls-24722 · 3 months

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Hi hi hello I’m sorry I feel really nervous. I feel like I put myself on an imaginary not exist vote on which ship actually works better

I don’t know if you watched all DreamWorks trolls movie but if you do or if you even didn’t and just generally want to answer this or not, that’s ok

The ship is with Floyd. A lot of people ship Floyd with Oc trolls or their Sona, or even boom who actually represent Lance bass in trolls band together and creek from the first troll movie, and riff He is a drummer rock troll. From the movie, trolls world tour. And he is. The queen of rock. (barb./Barbara) right hand man and guy diamond who appeared in the first troll movie, and the second movie, where he ended up having a son named tiny diamond, and as well appeared in the start of the movie trolls band together where his son helped finding Floyd

those are all the ships that I actually found out about and I was wondering which one do you think is good

like a good ship

if you’re wondering where you can find more about them those are the ones that I found out about

#fleek Floyd x creek

#fliff Riff x Floyd

#floom boom x Floyd

#Guy diamond x Floyd

(I really am sorry if this didn’t actually have anything about DJ and talking about DJ I feel so curious about this bird DJ/I’m sorry I haven’t really been on your page for a while……. I just want to know does he work at a taxi or does he actually give newspaper because if he does, I’m going to ask for newspapers every single day /or does he have a boring office job and if he does, so does he work like at a tree /and I just said he had a bad day. How would his bad guy go ??????that’s my DJ question.)(again I am so so sorry that this is didn’t really have anything about DJ./and sorry for so many questions I am so sorry. Sorry sorry)

Yeahhhhh,,, I'm sorry but i haven't watched the second movie yet 😭 I only watched trolls 3 by pure chance and it made for a very interesting bonding experience

It's a real shame too because I really like whatever these guys have going on

the only thing i know and have of trolls 2 is this video that has 2 whole pixels 😭

But! I can answer the Larry questions!

He does have some boring office job in some regular building, I remember making him comically mundane in comparison to him being a weird masked stork thing. He's also, like... The Only Person Like That. he has human parents and there is no other members of his "species." The office thing is kind of bad for him too since the clothes are actually damaging his feathers but he wears clothes whenever he's out because he wants to fit in

For a bad guy of his??... I guess he has 2 nemesises - this one raccoon that fights him everytime he visits donut and pastry shops' dumpsters to dumpster dive, and someone he has personal beef with

Also. you can ask as many questions as you want that's what the ask button's for 👍👍

#ntls-24722 #ask #Larry #trolls 2

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"I've got to be where my spirit can run free... Got to find my corner of the sky~!" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 12 - “Intermission Boogie”

Read on AO3

Start from Chapter 1

More Pixels Imperfect fics

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The days between Sessions 1 and 2 trickle by… Sniff searches for his place in the world and has a run-in with Scar. Grian takes a look at Impulse's code. Meanwhile, Cleo and Martyn get into trouble and Bdubs helps Scott investigate the anarchy breach.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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🌓 🖤 🖤

Tuesday

SnifferMyFeet

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Etho's Void-black room is a lot more fun without Etho in it, until it's not. Pause and Beef both went offline. Nobody's here to tell him what to do. Sniff bounces on Etho's bed, slapping the ceiling on every jump. He tries to do a backflip, but… too scared. He gets too close to landing funny on his neck and stops bouncing after that.

My gods, it's so dark in here…

The room feels like an open night sky. Sniff tests his weight against the mattress, bouncing just a little, and watches the glowing glitter up and down his arms. He's leaking… but the little sparks he's producing are drifting upwards, against gravity. Is that Etho? Is Etho the sparks? Where do they go? Sniff tries to follow them, but they twinkle and dissipate in the air. He pats his head, ruffling his hair, and checks the mirror hanging on the back of Etho's bedroom door. Huh. Yeah, his hair's leaking glittery bits too.

I guess this makes sense? When I ate his soul, he didn't really go down my throat. He kind of melted in my mouth and blended with my gums… Well, maybe just a little of my throat. But he didn't make it to my stomach. So if he didn't get digested like meat or bread, I guess this is how he leaves my system? Etho's mind may be unconscious, but the particles of light that form his body seem to be escaping through tiny gaps between Sniff's pixels. That's his current theory, anyway.

Okay… That checks out, actually. That goes along with what Grian said about getting cycled into the system faster if Martyn eats you than if Bdubs does. Bdubs eats more, so it probably takes a lot longer for everyone to sneak out again.

Huh. Sniff flaps his arms, trying to shake Etho's particles out faster, but that actually stops him from glittering for a hot second. It's a couple minutes before the sparkles start up again. Oops. Maybe all that shaking made whatever's left of Etho's consciousness kinda dizzy. Sorry, soulmate. Boat Boys for life.

Then he smacks himself across the cheek. What am I saying? Etho was Joel's soulmate. Not mine. Boat Boys are dead in the water anyway. They don't matter. Etho yanked him into Between to do one job and that's it. He doesn't care. There's probably something going on with Bdubs or the real Joel or Beef or Pause or Cleo anyway. He told me himself he was only cuddling up because he's greedy and touch-starved. My gods, Sniff… Get over him. Boat Boys are over and he was never yours anyway, so treat him like an ex. You've got Pig now. It's time to move on.

Etho snuffed the lanterns out before bed. Try as he might, Sniff can't find a proper lighter. He checks every kitchen drawer and even some in the front room, but nothing. Etho's lack of interest in knick-knacks, apparently, extends to the entire bleedin' flat. And there's no blimmin' coal around either, so he can't craft any torches. Absolute disappointment. He slams the last drawer shut in a huff, then flops against the counter.

I'm so bored…

Which is maybe a bit pathetic, actually. Sniff rolls over, sprawling his arms across the counter from this angle too. Ceiling's lame… Everything's lame. At least the dark is good for one thing. The purpur flooring's a lot less ugly when you can't see it.

It's not like he's never been alone before. He used to be alone all the time back on his home world - He really needs a cool name for it, like 'Empires' or 'Hermitcraft' but like, personal - and he'd pass days or even weeks with Pig only popping in every now and then. That was lonely too, like this.

But the thing is, when Pig was gone, Sniff still had a whole server to explore. He picked apart every End City he could find. He got wings. He wrangled villagers. He beefed himself up with enchanted netherite gear. He built himself a flying ship.

But I can't build anything here. Or at least, Etho and Grian said you can't place blocks in New Star Station. The whole thing's bugged out or something? Spawn protection? Not sure. To be fair, he barely paid attention as he had other things on his mind.

Well, if he can't build… At least he can explore. Etho tried to spook him out, claiming the HALO team or big bad Bdubs might come to log him out if he isn't careful, but what's it to him? Sniff just ate the man. And if he can eat Etho, what's to stop him from eating anyone else? He can eat anyone he wants. Yeah, that's right. His fingers, still splayed, tighten into fists.

Bdubs said it himself: he didn't want to poke around in here because he thought I might log him out…

Everybody's scared of vex. Even HALO. Even the phantoms. Sniff studies the blank ceiling in the dark for another couple seconds, then peels away from the counter. He walks straight through the den, slides open the bamboo door, and steps onto the balcony. Fresh air… Stale air, technically? They're still under bedrock-

"What are you doing?" asks a voice from above, and Sniff jumps about four blocks in the air.

"WHAAAA!? Oh my- What?"

Cackling laughter breaks out above him. Sniff jerks up his head, breathing hard. TwoMuchGrian is perched right on a copper bar above his head, arms wrapped around his stomach. He's doubled over, wheezing like an absolute madman (My gods…) His hair waterfalls down one shoulder, swishing with every wingbeat. He's losing petals from his flower crown. Sniff drags his hand straight down his lips.

"Oh my gosh… Two, what the hell? You scared the blimmin' daylights out of me! Ohh, I'm gonna be sick!"

It takes several seconds of laughter before Two's caught his breath enough to answer. He unfolds. He rights himself on the rod, letting his wings flap down in a blur of blue and gold feathers. "Ohhhh… You have no idea how long I've been waiting to catch you, Sniff. Ohhh… That's going in your newbie clip comp for sure." Two holds his fingers up in Ls, framing Sniff between them like he's pinned on a comm screen. "Wooo… How you feelin'?"

"Like I just short-circuited my own hearts. My gosh, you are something else. Uggggh… I'm so mad. You're so bloody lucky I don't have any weapons on me right now."

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

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ISWM Incorrect Quotes

pt.2

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Captain: Croissants: dropped Mark: Road: works ahead Gunther: BBQ sauce: on my titties Danny: Shavacado: fre Ninja Brian: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Celci: Mack, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Captain: I CAN'T DO IT! Mark, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Captain: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Celci: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Captain: Captain: I appreciate it, Captain: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Danny: Captain- Captain: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Ninja Brian: Captain we gotta- Captain: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Captain: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Captain, motioning to Mack: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Captain: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Mark: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Captain: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Celci: Actually I did the math, Mark would have $225, not $0.15. Mark: Fam I’m right here.... Gunther: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Captain: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Gunther: Sorry I only have a dollar Captain: :( Celci: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Mark would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Gunther: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Celci: You can buy anything you want with $22,500 Danny: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice Celci: Apply juice to what Ninja Brian: Directly to the forehead Mark: Great chat everyone

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm captain #iswm mark #iswm celci #iswm mack #iswm gunther #iswm danny #iswm brian #ninja sex party #nsp #danny sexbang #ninja brian

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Hey, I am really sorry for asking this, but when on desktop I go to your blog there are two links under your "I am (Princess) Batman", one with an @ and one with a little planet sign that goes on your blog. And I don't have that little planet sign anymore, how can I get it back and how can I get my own blog site back ?

I am so sorry!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night !

not this being how i learn there are 2 links now.

if you mean my planet is missing for you idk how to fix that bc it's there for me but if you mean yours is missing then i do know that in order to have a visible myurl.tumblr.com site you need to make sure these are disabled in your blog settings

(actually just the first one really but enabling the second will straight up turn off search on your own blog as well as hiding you from google etc bc functional site)

if the visibility setting has somehow turned itself back on it will "lock" you to dashboard meaning only the tumblr.com/myurl version will be accessible (since there's no way to keep logged-out visitors from going to a myurl.tumblr.com page)

also if your blog has been flagged by staff for whatever reason (you have a pixelated avatar) or marked nsfw then, to my knowledge unless they changed it, you will be locked to dashboard and can't have the "external" myurl.tumblr.com site.

#so if you're flagged now and weren't before and shouldn't be then appeal that

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In early 1990, research continued into both the Backrooms as a whole and Daniel Fenton’s unique abilities, but an exploratory mission revealed that ASYNC personnel were not the only ones that had found their way into the Backrooms.

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, The Backrooms (Kane Pixels)

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Testing log: Experiment KV31-DP002

Participants: Daniel Fenton, Simone Richards

Research goal: Expanding on the results from Experiment KV31-DP001, determine the limits of Fenton’s control over his phasing ability and whether he can trigger his phasing at will.

Experiment procedures: Fenton and Dr. Richards will conduct a series of trials in ASYNC experimental labs in an attempt to prompt Fenton to phase. Fenton will attempt to intentionally trigger his phasing ability when prompted by Dr. Richards. In addition, Dr. Richards will attempt to trigger Fenton‘s phasing ability with a variety of stimuli including loud noises, disorienting visuals, and other input.

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Recording of experiment: The following is a transcript of various trials conducted as part of the experiment, each labeled with the date and trial number. Full video recordings of the trials are available upon request.

[Trial 1: January 3, 1990]

[11:21:34] Daniel Fenton, speaking: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Simone Richards, speaking: We need to know what you’re capable of, Danny.

Fenton, nervous: But what if, once I start doing it, it keeps happening?

Richards: You’ve gained remarkable control over unwanted phasing in just a few months. I don’t think you’re going to lose that progress if you phase intentionally. If your phasing ability is like a muscle, then using it regularly, in the ways you want to, gives you more control over it.

[Fenton laughs.]

Fenton, jovial: I’ve never really been one for working out, Doc.

Richards, speaking: Still. We’re all on untread ground here, Danny, but we want to help you figure this out.

Fenton, speaking: Right, right, I know.

Richards, speaking: Whenever you’re ready.

Fenton takes a deep breath and is silent for several seconds.

[11:25:17] Fenton, speaking: Okay. I’m ready.

Richards nods. Fenton closes his eyes, apparently concentrating.

[11:31:46] Fenton, speaking: I’ve got nothing.

Richards, speaking: You said before it felt like a sneeze; is there anything you can do to imitate the feeling?

Fenton, sarcastic: Right, let me just imitate falling through the floor.

Richards, speaking: No need to be upset. I don’t have the same understanding of how it feels as you do. But we did have some theories about how to prompt the response, if you’re alright with me trying them.

[Fenton sighs.]

Fenton, speaking: Yeah, whatever, let’s get it over w—

[11:33:07] Richards interrupts Fenton by clapping her hands together a few inches behind his head, creating a loud noise and startling him. Fenton reacts with alarm, stumbling forwards, and falls through the floor. Daniel was retrieved from the Backrooms 20 minutes later.

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[Trial 2, January 7, 1990]

[14:37:23] Simone Richards, speaking: Are you still mad at me?

Fenton, speaking: Yes.

Richards, speaking: I am sorry for startling you, but you have to admit it gives us some valuable data. If your phasing triggers in response to being startled or in an attempt to avoid perceived danger, it’s important to avoid situations where those circumstances might come up. And that might give you an edge for triggering the phase intentionally.

[Fenton sighs.]

Fenton, speaking: I guess you have a point.

Richards, speaking: Now, I want to see if we can distinguish whether the phase response is triggered by fear or being startled.

Fenton, speaking: They’re kind of the same thing, aren’t they?

Richards, speaking: Not necessarily. Being startled does typically lead to some temporary fear, but you can have a fear response without being startled—maybe if you know you have a test coming up that you didn’t study for. Hmm, on that note, it may also be worth testing if stress could have an effect.

Fenton, speaking: So, what, you’re gonna have me watch a horror movie and see if I phase?

Richards, speaking: Possibly. For today I thought we’d try to focus on the startle reflex, and see if we can test it with the element of fear more removed.

Richards opens her briefcase and pulls out several items, which she sets on the table: empty balloons, a pincushion, party poppers, and some popping rubber toys.

Richards, speaking: I’ll let you see it coming this time, so it shouldn’t be as frightening as last time, but hopefully enough to startle you.

[14:42:17] Richards inverts one of the popping toys and sets it on the table.

Fenton, speaking: I don’t think this is going to work.

[14:42:51] The toy reverts to its original state and pops up into the air. Fenton jumps slightly, but does not phase.

Richards, speaking: Okay, that’s a good sign.

Fenton, dubious: It is? How?

Richards, speaking: Well, it means you’re not going to be phasing at every slammed door or dropped plate. It would be pretty hard to get you back out into the world if that was the case.

[Fenton pauses, looking down.]

Fenton, muttering: Right. Because they’re definitely going to let me out.

Richards, speaking: Danny, I do want to help you get out of here and back to your life. We just need to make sure it’s going to be safe first, for you and everyone else, and that means understanding your new abilities.

Fenton, muttering: I know.

Richards, speaking: Are you ready to continue?

[Fenton nods.]

[14:45:06] Richards uses a small air pump to fill a balloon and holds it above the table, in Fenton’s line of sight. She picks up a pin and holds it behind the balloon, where Fenton cannot see. After several seconds, she uses the pin to pop the balloon. Fenton jumps but does not phase.

Richards, excited: Oh, excellent! Did you feel the impulse to phase at all during that?

Fenton, speaking: A little, right when it popped, I think, but then it died back down right after.

Richards nods, reaching for the party popper. She holds it above the table, letting Fenton see it. About a minute later, she activates it, and confetti shoots out. Fenton has no apparent reaction.

[14:49:02] Richards, speaking: How was that?

Fenton, speaking: There was a little impulse, but it was tiny.

Richards nods.

Richards, speaking: It’s a small data set, but it’s looking like just being startled isn’t enough to trigger a phase impulse. We can run some tests with isolated fear responses next.

Fenton, excited: Does that mean horror movies?

Richards, amused: It might. You seem awfully attached to the idea.

Fenton, speaking: My parents never let me watch that kind of stuff. If I’m gonna be stuck here, I might as well get something out of it.

[Richards chuckles.]

Richards, speaking: I’ll see what I can do, then.

—

[Trial 3, January 20th, 1990]

Daniel Fenton was shown a variety of horror movies while his response was carefully monitored. At certain points throughout the movie, Dr. Simone Richards asked him about his impulse to phase.

For the sake of brevity, results are consolidated below. The entire 6-hour recording is available upon request.

Film 1: The Shining

Results: Fenton did not phase throughout the movie, though did report heightened impulse to phase during latter portions of the movie, specifically during Jack’s rampage. Fenton described the impulse as “not very strong, but I can’t quite get rid of it either. Sort of like being in bed and having the feeling I left my bike outside, and I can’t stop thinking about it until I check.” Fenton jumped and appeared nervous at several points throughout the movie, largely coinciding with periods of high tension in the movie, and reported higher impulse to phase during these moments.

A rest period was given after the movie, and after twenty-three minutes, Fenton reported that the impulse had subsided to normal levels and testing continued.

Film 2: Jaws: The Revenge

Results: Fenton did not phase, and reported that his impulse to phase did not deviate from normal levels throughout the film. He did not appear to be significantly scared or unnerved by the movie.

A break of fifteen minutes was given before starting the third film.

Film 3: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2

Results: Fenton seemed frightened throughout most of the movie, and reported a strong impulse to phase throughout, especially during scenes of high tension in the film. Dr. Richards suggested ending the trial early 40 minutes into the film, but Fenton protested this and insisted on continuing. At one hour and thirteen minutes into the movie, Fenton startled at an onscreen jumpscare and phased through his seat and the floor.

Fenton was recovered from the Backrooms twelve minutes later and the trial ended for the day.

–

Conclusion: Initial results suggest that Fenton’s impulse to phase is triggered by a combination of fear and being startled rather than by either element on their own. Protocol for researchers working with Daniel Fenton has been updated to include announcing one’s presence to avoid startling him when possible.

This also provides a potential avenue for testing whether Fenton can phase intentionally, which could further open possible testing into whether he can phase out of the Backrooms as well as into them. The logistics of such an experiment are complicated, since it is impossible to determine where in the world Fenton might emerge, but once he has sufficient control of phasing into the Backrooms, it may be more feasible. Experiment design discussion is ongoing.

On February 3, 1990, a team of researchers mapping out the Backrooms found what appeared to be a human corpse. Autopsy found that the corpse was infected with a mutated strain of hay bacillus bacteria, very similar or identical to the strain found in samples from Daniel Fenton.

It is not yet known whether the bacteria was the cause of death. Until there is conclusive evidence that the bacteria is not lethal, quarantine measures on Daniel Fenton have been revised to be more rigorous. All tests relating to Fenton’s phasing ability have been suspended to minimize recontamination risk, and he has been instructed to resist phasing as much as possible.

Fenton has also been started on a course of antibiotics as was initially advised following his accident.

On the morning of February 9, 1990, Daniel Fenton was discovered unresponsive in his room. Initial evaluation found he had a fever of 101.4 Fahrenheit, and he was quickly taken to the facility’s medical department. However, before significant care could be administered, Fenton phased through the floor. Unlike in previous incidents, where Fenton has phased through furniture, the medical cot and IV stand also phased with him, as though a section of the floor became momentarily intangible.

Search began in earnest to recover Fenton before his illness became fatal, but no trace of him was found, and it was considered unlikely he could navigate back to the threshold in his current state. Regular patrols continued to keep a lookout for Fenton in case of a time distortion involved with his phase, but exploratory search missions were called off after 3 days.

On February 21st, 1990, Fenton approached one of the regular patrols on foot, disheveled but in apparently good health. Fenton was quickly taken to medical and given a full checkup, where he was found to be fully recovered from his fever.

Fenton was interviewed about his experience from his cot in the medical department once his condition was determined to be stable. Interview log follows.

—

Simone Richards: Well, you’ve certainly given everyone a scare this time.

Daniel Fenton: Hi, Doc. How long’s it been this time?

Richards: Eleven days. Do you know how long it was on your end?

Fenton shakes his head.

Fenton: All I can remember at the start is blurry. I remember falling in, but after that it’s just flashes of yellow for a while, whenever I managed to wake up. Then I know it was a few days where I could stay awake, but felt like trash, before I could get up and make it back.

Richards: And how long did it take you to make it back?

Fenton: That was a couple days too, I think. Hard to tell since it’s not like there’s nighttime in there, but I was way farther out than I’ve ever been before.

Richards appears lost in thought for just over a minute.

Richards: Overall, this seems to be a much more intense phase than those you’ve had in the past. Unfortunately, without more testing, I’m not sure what might have brought it on, your illness or the length of time since your last phase. For that matter, we don’t know what caused your illness; that and the intense phase might have both been the result of resisting your phase impulse for such a prolonged time.

Fenton: What, so I have to phase now?

Richards: I’m not sure. Like I said, it’ll take some additional testing to know for sure. But whatever it is, we’ll figure it out and find some way to keep it from happening again.

—

Following the incident, Daniel Fenton was given two weeks to recover without restrictions, and phased three times. At the end of the two weeks, when Fenton was apparently back in good health, the strict restriction on phasing was reinstated and Fenton was put under close watch. Fenton successfully went without phasing for three weeks, with the only negative side effects reported being more frequent phase impulses and difficulty concentrating. At no point did Fenton develop a fever, become unresponsive, or fall ill in any way, suggesting that disuse of his abilities was not the cause of his illness. This leaves the other significant change in Fenton’s care over the weeks preceding the incident, the course of antibiotics he was placed on, as the most likely cause.

While the exact nature of Daniel Fenton’s bacterial infection is unknown, the fact that this episode was preceded by consistent antibiotic administration suggests that the bacteria may now be essential for Fenton’s continued health. Moving forward, antibiotics are not to be administered to Fenton unless absolutely essential, and his current infection level should be treated as a healthy baseline for him. Research into the nature of the bacteria to determine its infectiousness and potential harm is now top priority; until conclusive results are determined, quarantine procedures for Daniel Fenton are to be strengthened.

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