#anyway this drove me absolutely nuts.
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ᡣ𐭩 bus shenanigans w bill
it was mid day into the summer where you and the band were on world tour, travelling from place to place as the exhausting schedules had you all working to the bone.
of course, as part of their management team, you did everything in your power to keep the band in check.
water? done. snacks? already given. towels? passed around.
not to mention, the constant words of affirmation and reassurance that everything will be okay.
you were their escape of solace in the midst of youthful chaos.
“tomtom! where’s bill? i don’t think i’ve seen him at all today,” you pout.
“hmph, little cunt must still be sleeping. you know how he gets on tour,”
that’s right. when given the day off bill will not do anything but sleep. sleep until late evening, as unhealthy as it is, you understand from a rockstar point of view.
“ah.. okay! ‘m gonna go check up on him, see if he needs anything.”
“i don’t think that’s a good idea y/n,”
“huh?”
“ask georg or gustav, whenever we bother him during his nap time he throws a fit. gets all moody nd shit,”
“i find that hard to believe,” you cross your arms.
“alright, go see for yourself,”
“y’know what i will!”
tom clicks his tongue and sips on his coke, smirking as your figure disappears from within the bus foyer to go to where bill’s bunk was.
since you made it your mission to prove tom wrong due to your stubborn persona, it was only natural that you went to go see bill. little did you know about what bill had in store for you specifically if you had woken him.
“you’re in deep trouble, y/n.”
as you open the door to the even more cramped space, you see a figure adorned in all black under the thin fabric of a blanket covering the figure.
his body moves up and down as he breaths. sound asleep eh? you make small tip-toed steps towards the bunk bed.
“billy..? you sleeping in?”
you sit down on the hard mattress and couch under to fit yourself within the tiny space. patting bill’s still body, you attempt to wake him up.
“c’monnn you gotta wake up half the day is over and we have stuff to do—”
everything happened in a flash you don’t even know how you ended up in such a position.
bill is on top of you.
THE bill fucking kaulitz has you pinned down on the bunk bed. the grip he has on each of your wrists tighten and you wince at the pain. you don’t remember bill ever being that strong but he has been working out a bit more for their comeback.
his locs fall a down to tickle your cheeks. he looks down at you, pitiful. eyelids lowered as he gazes into yours with absolute darkness and lust. you feel yourself getting hot.
what the hell did you get yourself into?
“y/n. i was napping.”
“i-i know, but i figured that we have a lot on our plate we needed our lead singer,”
“did you? or did you wanna just come here and bother me because you just wanted to see me, hm?”
“u-um..”
he leans his face closer to yours, eyes never breaking contact as he slightly grins. he enjoys how worked out and shy you’re getting as you begin to get the cold sweats, shaking a bit.
“oh you little slut, you’re in big trouble now schatzi,”
bill begins to claw at your pants to take them off, thank god you didn’t wear anything that had any buttons or zippers because he would get so frustrated he’d rip the whole thing off of you.
“bill! there’s people on the b-bus..!”
“and? you were warned,”
“s-stop, please..”
“betcha tom already warned ya, but your pretty little head thought it was okay anyway..”
with the undressing of your pants came with your panties, that hid how coated your cunt was with slick.
truthfully and shamelessly, you were turned the fuck on.
bill wastes no time as he freed his hardened cock from his pyjama pants, already leaking with precum. as he rubs the tip up and down your slit, you whine at how sensitive you were. bill knew how to rile you up sensually or not, and it drove you nuts.
“please..”
“hmmm? can’t hear you mein maus.. gonna have to speak up.”
“please..! j-just get it over with—ah!”
you yelp at the sudden thrust of bill’s cock into your entrance. already balls deep, bill cannot help but let out a wanton moan as you clasp one of your hands on his mouth.
“fuuuck you drive me nuts..”
“q-quiet..!”
he licks at your hand playfully to which you immediately pull it away.
“b-bill!?”
chuckling, a smile is plastered on bill’s face as he sheaths his cock in and out of your pussy slowly.
“mm.. you’re so warm nd tight,” he moans as he uses both hands to caress the curves of your waist, hands exploring what’s his. he needed you, and craved you.
hey, at least he’s awake now.
bracing yourself, both his hands stop all movements as they now hold onto your waist tightly. with rhythmic thrusts, bill keeps a steady pace fucking into you as if it were his last time to.
he’s in a frenzy. bill cannot stop moving his hips. the loud squelching of how wet and slick your cunt furthered this need to fuck you into an oblivion.
bill doesn’t hear your pleads to ‘s-stop!’ or ‘slow down..’ he doesn’t notice the pool of cum and squirt mixed between where the two of you were joined on the bed sheets growing. he doesn’t notice your cunt tightening by the second and how you’ve already came.
words fall onto dead ears, your now babbling for him to stop as the pressure of his cock in your cunt makes pushes you further into ecstasy.
“b-billy! a-ah! i already came! i know now not to wake you up s-so p-pleaseeepleasepleaseplease slow down—ungggghhh..!” you attempt to whisper, but they come out as quiet screams instead.
as he snaps out of it, he takes a good look down at your body on top of him, eyes widening for a second but never stilling his movements.
“f-fuck y/n.. look at you, such a whore f’me.. me, and me only..”
“i—ugh—i can’t do this anymore.. they’re gonna hear us..,”
“pft, whatever. let them hear how much of a slut you become for my cock. you deserve this.”
you just want this to end. with a pussy all sore and sensitive from how big bill is, not to mention how with each thrust bill’s cock hits your cervix balls deep, you’re bound to not walk the next day.
bill places a kiss on your mouth, tongue assaulting every nook and cranny of your mouth as you try to keep up with him.
as his mouth leaves yours, you attempt to catch a breath from not only him kissing you but how his tip hits your g spot every single time he presses his dick into you.
“h-hahh.. bill..” you wrap your arms around his neck.
“mein schatz.. these visits better become a daily thing, wanna punish you over and over again till’ you pass out from how good i fuck you.”
georg walks into the shaking tour bus with gustav after their smoke break.
tom is sitting on the couch eating his skittles and watching the small television propped up on one of the bus walls.
“didn’t you warn her?” georg asks as he hands tom back his lighter.
your moans can be heard from the opposite side of the bus. seems as though you stopped caring about the noise.
“i did, holy shit they been at it for like an hour now..”
“EW GUSTAV YOU’RE HARD.”
“shut the fuck up.” as he covers his lap with a pillow.
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x y/n#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel smut#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz x you#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz smut#2000s#fyp#billskeis
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Strange Halloween Head Swap
I was so psyched for Halloween this year because it was the first time I could spend it with my boyfriend, Julian. I'd never been a big horror guy myself, but he goes nuts for spooky thrills. I'd always wanted to go to one of those Halloween events, like haunted houses or corn mazes, and I thought being with Julian was a good enough reason to go. We were looking up events happening nearby on my laptop, and I thought I found a cool one.
"Let's see." Julian read the website.
"What's it say?"
"Haunted house. Ooo! Haunted corn mazes. Nice! Magic show. Magic show?"
"I love Magic shows!"
"I guess it could be a Halloween thing. Wouldn't be surprised if they just replaced the rabbit in a hat with something scary instead. Or maybe the assistant wears a ghost costume or something."
"But wait." I pointed at the bottom of the page. "It says absolutely no costumes are allowed. Aren't you supposed to wear a costume?"
"Yeah, for costume parties and trick-or-treating and stuff. But for things like this where they have paid actors and stuff in the haunted events, they don't want randos in costume, in order to keep up with the vibes."
"That makes sense." I noticed another part of the website that said "18+ only for the whole event."
"Ooooo," we both said in unison.
"That better mean they have strippers and vodka."
"Hell yeah!"
"Now where is this again?"
"Lemme see. Some place called Caneville." He looked up the town info. "Aw shit."
"What? Too far?"
"No, just a 30 min drive. But it's got such a tiny population that it's probably one of those hick towns. You know those places always give me the creeps. Like everyone seems to stare at you because you're an outsider."
"But don't you like creepy things? We can ignore the background of the town and enjoy the festivities." I kissed him.
"Hey, I guess. Sure. As long as you promise me one thing..." He placed his hand on my bulge which had now grown.
The 31st arrived, and so we got dressed and left at 3pm. The drive there was pretty normal, up until we reached the town. There was an unexpected amount of traffic leading into the town itself. As we continued along, we found that all the cars were headed to the festival.
"Woah, I didn't think it would be this packed!" Julian said excitedly.
"Me neither…it's weird though. Why would such a large number of people be coming to some small-town festival? It doesn't make sense."
"Dunno. Maybe they paid extra to get their event on the top of everyone's search results? I think you can do that."
"Maybe. Well, it better be good then."
Luckily, we found a parking spot in time, before too many people showed up. The place was pretty big and was decorated nicely for Halloween; jack-o-lanterns lined the fences, ghost shaped lights hung above us, and the grass was covered in hay. We noticed the sign advertising the magic show started at 5pm, so we checked out the other attractions first. Making our way through the crowds, it was somewhat obvious who was from this little town, and who drove here. There were people in all shapes and sizes, but a lot of the older people were wearing formal clothes and usually had grumpy looks on their faces - probably upset that there was so much diversity this year.
We were walking along, when we saw two punk guys, one with a red mohawk, and one with brown, searching around looking confused. Red mohawk made eye contact with me and approached.
"Hey, do you guys know where the free booze is?" He didn't even look old enough to drink but I didn't really care.
"Free booze? How come I didn't know about this?" Julian asked.
"What do you mean? It was in huge letters on the ad. Couldn't have missed it."
"I don't remember seeing anything like that though," I said.
"Damn, nobody else seems to know either. Did I get some fake version of something? Everything else seems legit."
"That's weird yeah."
"Anyway, I'm Ian. Let me and my buddy know if you ever find the free booze. Fuck, I forgot I was gonna meet my boyfriend here too. Shit, well catch you later." He seemed like such a weird guy but hey, he's probably just 18 and desperate for a chance to drink.
5pm arrived and we headed to the magic show. As we expected, there was a pretty big crowd. I was so excited though, and it looked like everyone else was too. It started when a chubby guy in a tuxedo walked on stage.
"Friends and folks, welcome to The Great Guillermo magic show! I am the Great Guillermo!" He took a bow, and everyone applauded.
"Now for my first trick, I will make this sword float!" He took out a sword and set it on the floor. It began floating all the way up to his head when he did some hand motions. The crowd cheered once again. It was glowing blue as well, which was strange because he didn't announce anything like that.
"For my next trick, I will need one volunteer from the audience." The crowd seemed hesitant, most likely because the idea of a sword related trick would make some queasy. Luckily, after a bit, a guy around my age raised his hand and stepped onto the stage.
"All right! What is your name, young man?"
"Tyler."
"Ok Tyler! For your part, stand in that spot real good and don't move!"
"Oh ok." He did a bit of a nervous laugh. The Great Guillermo took the sword and aimed it at his own neck. What in the world was he doing? It started glowing blue once again and went through his neck! The audience gasped. I knew it was all a trick, but I expected blood or something. Instead, what happened was unbelievable. His head hopped right off his body! Completely still alive, it fell to the floor and the body took a bow. The crowd went wild.
"Holy shit man, that was so cool! How’d he do that?" Julian turned to look at me.
"I have no idea!"
Normally with tricks like this he would go back to normal to start the next trick, but he was still a head and began talking again.
"Now this is only the first part of my trick. Here comes the part where my volunteer must help." His body, still moving on its own, took the sword and aimed it at Tyler's neck. When that blue glow returned, The Great Guillermo's head hopped over to the left of Tyler. In an instant the sword sliced Tyler's head off, just like it did before. Though, instead of hopping off and hitting the floor, it seemed to fly off in the direction of The Great Guillermo's body, as if it was a magnet. When it got to the neck, it plopped itself on top, replacing The Great Guillermo's head.
Tyler's head on The Great Guillermo's body was a funny sight, seeing a skinny and young-looking guy with such a large body. He began moving and reacting, as if Tyler was actually controlling it. Tyler's head looked down and widened his eyes at the sight.
"Woooahh, this is trippy!" The Great Guillermo's head did the same and flew onto the empty body like a magnet. The audience began laughing when they saw the full image. They just swapped their heads!
"This is even crazier; how did they do that? Man, I gotta know now!" Julian was getting so excited now. It made me so happy to see him in a good mood. Tyler, on his new chubby body, realized he could move his legs and started walking around.
"Oh wow, I can move? This is weird." It looked so real. But it must be fake right? I know a lot of times magic shows pretend to pick out a random audience member, but really it was all planned from the start. The mood changed a bit when Tyler started becoming restless.
"Hey, uh could I have my body back now? This is actually feeling kinda uncomfortable."
"Of course, my boy! Right after you learn your lesson!"
"Lesson?" My gut told me that this was no longer part of the act.
"The lesson of hard work of course! I may have been a little overweight, but it's not impossible to work it all off! And when you do, it should be just like your former one! Well…maybe a bit older! In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying your nice slim body!" The Great Guillermo seemed like a completely different person at this point and began laughing maniacally.
"What? Hey this isn't funny anymore! What's your problem?!"
"Oh, don't worry, Tyler. You won't be alone. In fact," He looked at the audience with a gleam in his eye. "Everyone else will be starting their own unique journeys!" He quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at the audience. They all screamed when not only did it start the blue glow, but it began multiplying as well! Sword after sword came out of the original; there must've been hundreds! It seemed like we all knew what was about to happen next, because the crowd turned around and ran. Julian was by my side…at least at first. Soon enough the stampede plowed through us, desperate to escape, and we were separated.
"Julian! Meet me at the car!" I screamed, not sure if he heard me or not. I ran away from the stage area, dodging unfortunate heads flying everywhere. The Great Guillermo began laughing again.
"Now everyone will learn the true value of hard work! Whether you want to change your new body or not, adapting to your new life is the fun part!"
When I got to the parking areas, I was shocked at the horrible sight. There were people with the same idea as me hiding in cars…only the blue swords were able to pass right through them to slice their heads. It didn't stop there because the decapitated heads seemed to be in an ethereal state, where they could also go through the walls. That bastard magician. He planned all this! I'm screwed! While I was in shock, I could feel something hit me in the neck. It didn't hurt at all, but I felt dizzy. I watched as the world went in a loop, and then back to normal. I could see myself flying through the air, but when I looked down, there was nothing. No body. I could still feel my hands and the rest of my body, but I was far enough away that I couldn't check to see if it was moving.
I couldn't change the direction I was heading in, but I could lean a little to the left or right. I'm guessing I was homing in on the nearest headless body, so I wondered if I could direct myself away from a bad one? I saw a headless body in front of me, so I jerked to the left and managed to dodge it…for a few seconds. It turned out there was a body on the other side of the fence I was on, so I flew right through it and attached myself to the neck.
I looked down and almost screamed. It was a fat body wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a tie and suspenders. I would imagine I was also wearing dress pants to go along with it, but I couldn't see past my huge belly! My waist size must’ve been double what it was before! Judging by the clothes, this probably belonged to a man that lived in the town.
I pushed my hand against the belly and felt it jiggle, sending vibrations throughout the rest of my flesh. I'm glad I wasn't a floating head anymore but I'm not too happy about being a fat guy either! I must’ve looked like Tyler did with his twink head on an obese frame. Luckily, there was a public restroom nearby, so I walked in and locked the door. I was scared to see myself in the mirror, but knew it had to do it, so I shuffled over to see my reflection.
Oh god, I was massive. It really did look strange, almost funny in a way. Normally when you gain this much weight, you also gain a double chin. But my chin and head were exactly how they always were. But yet, my body was huge. At least I wasn’t wearing some trashy looking clothes or something. Formal wear was nice, even though it felt tight on me. How do guys like this go shopping? I must’ve been wearing 5XL clothes! The curious thought of seeing what it looked like underneath crossed my mind. I guess it was going to have to be done eventually…and my chest felt like it was being crushed under the shirt I was wearing. I started by unclipping the suspenders. The front two were easy, but the back two I had to guide my hands around my oversized ass in order to make out where they were. Then I lifted my collar to take off the tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons. I expected to be wearing an undershirt, since I felt so compressed, but no. The dress shirt was all it took to feel cramped. I reached for the bottom of my shirt that was tucked in and pulled up. When it was fully untucked, the belly promptly fell back down, slapped my thighs, and jiggled for a few seconds. Once it was all unbuttoned, I opened up the shirt and took it off.
Fuck. I wasn’t just big; I was morbidly obese. My man tits stuck out, love handles hung all around, and the loose skin left a crevice that covered my belly button. I really hated this. What’s Julian going to think? He might break up with me. No one would ever want to date a lardass like me. I put the shirt on, lifted up my belly in order to tuck it all back in, and walked out the door. I didn’t bother putting the tie and suspenders on again. I didn’t even need the suspenders anyway because my pants were tight enough over my big hips.
I started walking back to the festival area in order to find a clue to where Julian went. There were still blue swords flying around, but they ignored me completely. I guess they don’t go after those who had already been head swapped. Walking felt really weird because it was more like a waddle. Every step felt like I was causing an earthquake, which made it worse considering I couldn't even see my own feet! Not to mention I was sweating like a pig, even though I hadn't been walking long. I could feel the sweat stains forming in my armpits and since I had no undershirt on, it was probably obvious. I heard a familiar voice, so I turned around and noticed a familiar red mohawk. It was Ian! He was much chubbier than when I saw him before. He was talking with another guy, who lifted his t-shirt up to touch his belly.
"This is like a fuckin dream come true! Look at this gut!" Ian seemed excited to gain weight. Was that guy his boyfriend or something?
"We gotta hope that this body is good at staying big though! I want you to be my chubby bunny!" He said, flashing a grin. As I approached them, they stared for a second, but then smiled really wide.
"Hey! Wait. You're that guy I met before. Remember? But you're like, so fuckin obese now!"
"Yeah…"
"That's awesome man!"
"Not really, I was fine being a twink before."
"Yeah man, but now you're a fuckin beast! You could like murder someone just by squashing them."
"I'll keep that in mind in case I need to murder someone," I said sarcastically.
"So, wait, where's your boyfriend?"
"No clue. I'm looking for him."
"Well good luck man. And hey, being big isn't all that bad you know."
"Yeah, maybe."
I got to the festival area to find a couple people still frequenting, but it was obvious they were head swapped. I suppose I was lucky mine ended up matching my skin color. At least the weird young head and old body combination isn't impossible naturally.
I noticed a shed area with a hastily made sign that said, "pick up your phones here." That was a good idea actually. Afterall, most people would've had their phones in the pockets of their old bodies. Maybe if Julian already found his, I can text him. Luckily, I skipped a step because I found him searching through the pile of phones inside. His body didn't look too different, at least from the sides.
"Julian!"
"Petey! You're…wow."
"I know…this is going to take some getting used to."
"Hey no biggie. You're still you. You have your head at least. You're just a big guy now."
"Yeah, it's weird. Do you think there's any way to change back?"
"Don't think so. When I went back to the stage, the magician guy wasn't there. Fitting. Guess he just wanted chaos and well, he got it."
"Can't believe I'm stuck like this. But at least you don't look too different, maybe a bit bigger and older."
"Oh no, I've changed a lot actually. Here." He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a flabby old man's chest.”
"Oh."
"I know right. Looks like I took the body of an old guy."
"Does it feel weird?"
"Yeah kinda. A little uncomfortable. I really just need to take off these clothes. I can feel my underwear being pulled up way too high!" I laughed. I'm glad Julian was still finding ways to make light out of a bad situation. "My back does kinda hurt though. But it's ok! We'll just work out and all like normal. Plenty of old guys are in shape!"
“Makes me so mad though. Those old guys that got our bodies are probably enjoying their nice abs right now.”
“Well, in your case, he’s in for a surprise when he sees how loose you are in the back…” I started laughing again.
“You got that right! He was probably straight, so it’ll be quite the shock. But I guess this means I’ll have to start loosening up all over again.” I touched my huge ass. “I guess I’ll have to work out too. I have a long way to go.”
"Oor…you could stay like you are. At least for now. Didn't wanna say it before but I'm totally finding you hot right now. Never fucked a fat guy before."
"Really? You like this?"
"Yep! Hey, it's still Halloween, so how about we go home, and I can feed you some candy or something." The thought of Julian feeding me was making me hard for some reason. Why do I feel like I want to stay this big? It's crazy! But I was so hungry, so I agreed.
"That sounds…pretty hot actually. Sure." Julian smirked.
"Happy Halloween my big boy." He slapped my gut.
"Happy Halloween…"
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Can you share how & when you became a fan of Pedro 💘
So I am very much late to the Pedro bandwagon and I am really sad I didn't know of him before The Last Of Us because I wish I could have been a fan back when he was on Twitter. I had heard his name before, but I had never seen anything he did prior to TLOU. I never watched Game of Thrones, Narcos, Mandalorian... none of it. Obviously I had heard of those shows, but for some reason never got into them.
I've been a huge fan of TLOU game since it was released. I actually remember my (now husband) bought be a PS4 and the game for Christmas one year and I cried like a baby because we had an Xbox, but the game is only on Playstation. I had heard so much about it and I really, really wanted to play it and he just fucking bought me a whole new gaming system just so I could play that one damn game. And let me tell you, I played that game SO MUCH... I don't think I could give you an honest answer, but if I had to guess I would say minimum of 50 times, all the way through. I could quote it (and I did while I was watching the show live, drove my husband nuts) I've played it that much. Absolutely obsessed, changed my life, no other game could compare. So when I heard they were making a show, I followed it extremely closely, saw the blurry set pics and all that and when I finally got to watch it last year I once again CRIED like a baby. I had to pause the damn thing because watching how perfectly they created that show from the game made me so emotional, I couldn't handle it. I still cry watching it sometimes because I felt like I waited 10 years for that damn show and when they finally made it, it was fucking perfect.
So anyway, that's when I first saw Pedro's work, and since then I have gone and watched The Mandalorian and Narcos (I watched Game of Thrones but only his scenes because I don't really like that show) and a handful of his movies, and he is just so awesome in everything. Then when I read up on his life, it just made me love him even more. He's been through so much and he deserves every single accolade he gets because he's an incredible actor and he seems like a genuinely sweet and kind person.
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Galois Room Post!
I made Gale's room in the Sims! It took a ridiculous amount of time for such a tiny room. Overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out-it's faithful to what I was picturing, and the places it's not can be blamed more on the limitations of the Sims 4. One thing I struggled with was the size. It's supposed to be a pretty small room, most of the living areas in Draxum's house are, but I definitely had trouble placing everything I wanted in there. Sizing it up 1x1 made it feel too big though. (Sims 5, please let us build walls on half or quarter tiles, I'm BEGGING you) In the end I couldn't fit in a real bookshelf, which was my only real gripe, but he still has plenty of space for books. (plus Draxum has so many bookshelves, he can offload some if he gets too cramped)
I wanted to have it mostly Galois but not 100% Galois. He's a teenager and wants to decorate his bedroom to the nines because that's what teenagers do, but I also wanted to keep in mind that this furniture was not bought for him and was mostly left over from its last occupant/bought when Draxum viewed Donnie as his new science slave and not his son.
Without further ado, here we go!
It's...yeah, it's white. Nothing else really looked good. It was Bella's room first and Draxum didn't bother to repaint. She probably had this place papered with posters and cringey 90's wall hangings when she lived here. In retrospect pale purple walls were a trend in the 90's, but whatever it's done now.
(I also forgot to paint the walls originally so I might have just gotten used to the white)
Also just imagine the ceilings are a little lower, the wall height needed to be on medium for the rest of Draxum's house to work and due to how the Sims 4 works I couldn't give just Gale's room shorter walls. The top of the cabinet should be touching the ceiling.
Other side! Gave him some nice plants, he's got some hanging ones around his bed and computer area. :) I'm not sure how I feel about the rug but I was feeling a circular rug and the colors worked. Left door is to the bathroom.
Huginn and Muninn 100% made that knitted turtle for him.
Did I give him one of those fairy light canopies every movie and sitcom character had in the 2000's? Yes. Yes I did. Look, I wasn't planning on it, but I saw it in the lighting section and I had to give it to him. I know I'm terrible to him but he is my baby and I will spoil him.
Better view of the bed. (the canopy kept fading from existence) Got the salt lamp and the lantern Cass gave him, I'm so happy I found those. I'm probably the least happy here, he needs more stuff on his shelves and more pictures under them. There's so many goddamn pictures in this room but HE IS A TEENAGED BOY and this is how they express themselves.
Also the clutter under the bed. In-fic that platform is actually storage space, so it works. Please enjoy how he's hiding his fashion magazines behind the pillow.
His little computer corner! The Draxum family stays pretty unplugged when they're not at work, (Draxum would like them to be anyway) but Gale's allowed to have all the tech he wants in his bedroom as long as it stays in this corner.
Swing back again and-
Just pretend that the vampire doll is Atomic Lass, okay?
So that bookcase thing. Is NOT a bookcase. It is a thing of evil. It drove me absolutely nuts because I wanted to fill those shelves in with clutter. Those are not snap points. But the bookcase has snap points. So I couldn't alt-move stuff there or use 9-0 keys because they'd just snap to the bottom there. So now they just look empty and stupid while he has books on the floor.
But other than that, I like this corner. He's got some binders for schoolwork in the cubby there, got some artsy stuff for relaxing and his box of vinyl records with no record player. (Draxum probably has a record player somewhere) It looks like how an actual teenager would organize his shit. I'm not sure how I feel about him leaving a stack of books on the floor, but overall Gale is a very good book owner so I'm sure he's careful.
He doesn't get a window so I gave him a nice picture with curtains so he can pretend.
On a side note, I absolutely fucking hate the curtains in this game, that was the only set that looked good and didn't cover up the whole damn picture AND THEY DIDN'T COME IN PURPLE. Really, there's such a lack of purple in this room. Blame the color swatches, because I tried. God I miss Create-A-Style.
Again, please use your imagination and imagine the bulletin board filled with pictures of him with Cass or Pax and loving notes from the goyles. There's also a watch on his dresser-before he recreated his tech gauntlet, Draxum gave him a really nice watch to wear. He doesn't wear it anymore because having his gauntlet on hand is a major source of comfort, but he still loves the watch. I also realize this looks more like a girl's bedroom, but to be fair Donnie is very gender and Galois inherited that from him.
(I was SO tempted to put that box of kleenex behind his computer)
Close-up of the clutter in his corner. I know Donnie's canonically not into geology, but this game really wants you to use rocks as decor. Also purple.
I don't know what that orb thing is supposed to be. Maybe like a mini version of the orb Draxum was looking into during the Goyles episode? That sounds like something a Yokai teenager would have in their room.
I wanted to give him a stereo too but my game glitched out and wouldn't place any, so I put a mixtape there in honor of that. We'll say Cass made it for him.
I did make his bathroom too, but it's not the most interesting because
Yeah, pretty small.
God, doors in this game look so silly when they're up against a wall.
It was looking way too white so I gave him the fishies and the plants for a splash of green. That sink is also SO not the style I was going for but everything else was clashing with the other counter. We can say this bathroom was remodeled at some point when vessel sinks were in fashion. I don't know why because no one was living here when they were. (Huginn and Muninn probably did it as a weekend project just for fun) I feel like he needs a rug and a big piece of art on the opposite wall, now that I'm looking at it.
I definitely went overboard with the bathroom clutter. I was just very excited that I was able to squeeze in a whole counter just for decoration. Seriously, I just wanted to add in that eyebrow pencil so he could draw on his eyebrows, then that evolved into the blush palette and the makeup brushes and the lotions and the nail stuff. He doesn't even fucking wear blush.
He did make his electric toothbrush, though Draxum makes him keep a backup because he's skeptical about how that works.
And that's the build! I'm also building the rest of Draxum's house, but it's taking a while due to the absolute utter ridiculousness of the layout. (I mean, it's my own fault, I'm the one that chose this layout)(and also because I need to use the curved wall tool for his mushroom house, and by god curved walls are impossible to work with) Decorating should be quicker though, the only place with this level of detail should be the lab and maybe the greenery. I'll probably revise his room a little, maybe paint his walls an actual color. I also want to do something more with the cactus he has on his counter. Maybe I'll download some more CC so I can give him purple curtains.
I also have no idea if this is actually playable. Probably not, I feel like a Sim wouldn't be able to figure out the platform bed thing. But whatever, I didn't make this to actually play in.
#doth#donatello#BEDROOM MASTERPOST#i have no idea how to tag this so people can retrieve it for reference#i'll probably just link it to the masterpost? yeah that'll probably work better
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This morning I left a long comment on a Facebook post by my dead friend's mom where she said she isn't ready to arrange a life celebration yet, and she urges people to keep sharing her daughter's memory. I had been meaning to do this for a month, but I often find Facebook too annoying to use just in UI/UX terms, and I had developed some sort of ridiculous paranoia that people would find out that I might have been the last person to speak to my friend, and that I was standing outside her apartment expecting her to let me in while she was dying. I fantasized that I would have to account for that somehow, to comb through details that I'm sure wouldn't be useful to anyone, and explain why I didn't do more when she strangely didn't come to the door or answer my texts. I still don't know what happened to her.
I reached out to the only acquaintance we shared in common, who was one of her roommates when we were neighbors. He regarded her as his best friend and has been completely shattered by this, especially as it came a year after the death of his ex-girlfriend, who who acted as their kind-of third musketeer. Privately I got a pretty good impression that he drove my dead friend nuts, but I wouldn't know if that was just a part of their "old married couple" dynamic or if they had a truly one-sided relationship. I guess you just don't always get to know how your dearest loved ones really think of you, and in fact maybe you shouldn't. He was the person I had asked to check up on her the day that she died, and he was the only person I could think to ask what happened to her, although I was afraid to. He texted me a detailed download of all the sad things that have happened to him since she died in September, and then he said he would have to wait until his day off to answer my question. I haven't heard from him and I don't think I'm going to. I'm sort of sorry I asked.
Tangentially: It struck me recently that cause of death has become the final frontier of privacy. This is fascinating to me, considering the constant state of overexposure in which most of us live. I've had several experiences in the past few years of someone dying--a casual acquaintance, a friend more than 3 degrees of separation away, a minor celebrity with a cult following in which I participate--and I just had no way of finding out what happened. These have been rare cases in which Google had nothing, not even a rumor; in the present case I was able to unearth the record of an arrest I had never heard about, but nothing about the death. Obviously if you're Michael Jackson or Prince or something then all bets are off, but below that line, if the bereaved don't choose to broadcast the cause or manner of death, then you'll just never find out what those things could have been. I'm thinking right now of another friend of mine who, we all tended to agree, had committed suicide, which was absolutely in-character for her as far as I was concerned...but at the same time, there were compounding factors that made her true level of deliberation ambiguous. I sometimes wish I could talk to someone about it, but I'm afraid it would just hurt her survivors pointlessly to hash it out. In her case, I just have to choose what I want to believe.
Anyway.
My plan that day had been to get a quick haircut before I went to London to record a commentary track for a new release of THE AMITYVILLE HORROR, based on my research into the creation of its mythology. This opportunity had come by way of a strange coincidence, and it seemed to justify the grueling self-directed project I had made out of it for the past several years. As I was preparing for my trip, which felt like the climax of a long journey with this subject, I started to feel silly about never having gone to Amityville to see the house. It's not an easy thing to justify; I'd basically be traveling for a total of 5 hours just to stand in front of the house long enough to annoy whoever lives there. But it felt like something I ought to do, as part of my devotion to the topic, so my plan was to see my friend for a quick trim, get on the Long Island Rail Road to do the thing, then return as fast as possible to pack in time to leave the house at 4am the following day. When my friend didn't let me in, only an hour and a half after we'd texted, and I waited around for 25 minutes in the boiling heat in case she had stepped out for coffee or something, before finally coming to terms with the fact that she flaked on me while I was preparing for a stressful international trip, I got all agitated and couldn't bring myself to do the rest of my plan. I've still never seen the Amityville house.
But later, after I found out what had happened, I was glad I didn't go. I imagined the alternative timeline: I went to my friend's apartment for a trim, couldn't make contact with her, went to see the legendary house where six people were brutally murdered and where, according to countless books and movies and podcasts etc, demonic possession took hold--and then I came home to discover that my friend had suddenly and mysteriously died. It would have been impossible for me not to connect these things. Not that I'm so eager to believe in curses; in fact my work has mostly focused on why belief in the supernatural has been easier to achieve than the availability of help for sufferers of mental illness, drug addiction, and domestic violence. But I'm not a hardcore skeptic either, which is exactly why this story has been so meaningful to me. We can't identify true mysteries if we don't train ourselves to analyze real-world events, and the reasons why certain events attract certain monstrous interpretations. For me this kind of training is urgently important, because I'm given to certain strains of magical thinking and I have to be vigilantly aware of what motivates my behavior and convictions. The circumstantial connection between my friend's unexpected death, and my plans for that day, could have proven irresistible to me.
Even now, obviously, I am connecting my plan to visit the cursed house at 112 Ocean Avenue to my friend's abrupt passing. The connection isn't as corrupting as it would be if I had put my feet on Amityville soil that day, but the experience I am currently having tells me exactly how potent this influence could have been at maximum. All my work has been about belief, where beliefs come from, what they do to us personally, even neurologically. I'm haunted by things I used to believe and where those beliefs came from, why I was so vulnerable to them, to the point of complicity in my own destruction. I'm sympathetic to people who believe in things that seem dicey, or in things that offer a seductive reward that outstrips the need to weigh evidence and consequences. But I believe that in many, perhaps most cases, skepticism is just as much of a belief system as faith. Hard evidence always looks that way as long as hard evidence is what you're looking for, an impression that seduces you away from noticing what personal choices you are making in the curation of your worldview. And at the risk of being overly cryptic, I have come to believe that people are only capable of perceiving that which they already believe in, whatever that might consist of. In any case, if you are really paying attention, you begin to notice that you find true proof of things less often than you simply have to prejudicially choose what you believe. These days I have tried to make agnosticism into a discipline, but at the moment I am consciously choosing to believe that my friend did not die in connection with a curse. And I am consciously acknowledging the fact that if that day of my life had gone as originally planned, it could have had a much graver impact on my experience of the death.
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Just wanted to say your are my favorite tumblr writter. i find 90% of the mha fics very ooc but your fics always show the characters with a perfect representation.
My apologies for taking so long to respond. My life has been so hectic lately. I quit my job and got a new one, and my academic studies are driving me crazy this term. Then again, no one said studying psychology was easy. Anyway, that's enough about my life.
Thank you so much for your wonderful compliment, I really appreciate it!
My biggest pet peeve when role-playing was when others made canon characters so ooc you couldn't even recognize them. It drove me absolutely nuts. Like some role players would play Camie so horrifically. Either they'd make her the stereotypical "dumb girl" or overly sexual. Like do my girl justice! I'm so proud that I wrote her with brains in my Rejected!Reader Bakugou Series. But enough of my ranting, haha.
In all seriousness, I always try to play the characters as closely as I believe their personalities to be, and that probably shows more when I write Tenya. But he's my favorite boy so gotta do him justice, right?
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STARMYU LAST
ok wow just wow I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT SO MUCH ITS SO LIGHT AND NICE AND COOL
i have a lot to say since i finished it in one go and didn't really do the same thing as i did with high card but anyways here it goes
firstly during the first season there's not much to cover since its your typical plotline where the mc's struggle and find a way in the most inspiring way possible much like any pther idol anime lol
second, I was so confused when they started mentioning acting because I had fully thought that it was an idol anime which it wasn't it's a musical anime like a legit musical anime that is about theatre.
Now onto the plot, third, the second season plot was beautiful, it was pure and really nice. I love how the story of shadow and lights parallels the actual story of the characters in the sense that they all had their role to play. And i can say that it did good in portraying the shadow and lights plot since the whole season, every problem, every argument is caused by shadow and lights and not in the technical sense, its more on the scenes that happen in shadow and lights are similar to what happen to the actual plot, it also works like the plot of shadow and lights is what needs to happen for the characters and through the show they would be able to achieve what they need to achieve, its like- really connected to the plot. "You are the most important person to me" THIS LINE DROVE ME NUTS, BECAUSE IT WORKS SO WELL WITH OTORI AND HIRAAGI AS WELL AS WITH YUTA. and shy yuta was very beautiful, adorable and ofc the main reason i loved season 2 was Ageha who developed in the best way possible.
Season 3, now this was the big change, since in the first 2 seasons we have the Kao Council being Otori, Hiiragi, Sazanami, Akatsuki and Yuzuriha as well as the former Kao Council. The new Kao Council was a really great group of people, and honestly i loved all of them, each of them had their own character yk? and as much as the other characters are good and nice i loved the writing for Ryo Fuyusawa, I mean first and foremost this is a bias commentary bcs of Saito Soma. But I loved how his main plot point was jealousy then thinking that he was unappreciated, which uh oh, was the complete opposite, I loved it as much as it was typical. And of course I loved the resolve of the second years in performing together and the end OH GOSH THE END WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I MEAN HOW CAN U LISTEN TO THAT AND NOT LOVE IT OH DEAR
it baffles me tho that Ryo committed crimes so yeah theres that loll bye and a last analogy is like
Tatsumi is the star of stars but based on what happened in the 3rd season we can see that his star is Yuta
so Yuta is the star of the star of stars
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moving from anime for a second, I watched Dune Part 2 yesterday and I'm annoyed. Spoilers to the movie, the book and Dune Messiah after the cut.
look. Dune (the book) is very close to my heart. I love it, it makes me feel everything, it's so well written and the story is heartbreaking. I loved the first movie so much, I watched it several times, including a long travel to the closest IMAX theatre (2 trains and a bus). It captured the book perfectly and I felt like someone took my imagination and put it on the screen. absolutely marvelous.
Then came part 2. In the book, the things that happen after the first movie ends are insane. It becomes super intense, confusing as hell and so much fun to read, so I anticipated that movie like crazy. I didn't like it.
The good things in it: The fucking cinematography holy shit, but in terms of story, I only liked Paul's first solo ride and Feyd's gladiator fight. it was nuts.
The bad things: everything else.
I hated the way they wrote Chani. It felt like some propaganda to make her look badass, but Chani loves Paul more than anything, and she's a lot more religious in the book. She becomes a sayyadina when Jessica becomes a reverend mother, and takes a big part in the ceremony.
that ceremony was awful. in the book it's a whole thing, the entire sietch takes part in it. it's scary and awesome and thrilling, and it's not what I got and wanted in the movie.
Where tf was Alia??? She's supposed to be like 3-4 by the end of the movie, but Jessica doesn't give birth at all. Alia actually had a big part in their win over the emperor, so I hated that too.
speaking of Alia, why tf is she played by Anya Taylor Joy???? in Paul's vision???? worst casting yet.
going back to Chani and Paul, where tf is baby Leto?? they're supposed to have a child who is brutally murdered, Chani. is. not. a. fighter. making her a fedaykin is a ridiculous attempt in feminism and I hated that. They even had sex in the movie but not a word about her getting pregnant.
which brings me to the end of the movie. Paul takes Irulan to be his wife so he becomes the new emperor. in the book, she is his legal wife, but Chani is his lover and the only one he actually cares about. They even have a beautiful conversation about it in the end of the book. very emotional and sweet. In the movie, she's angry, she's hurt, and she runs away. WTF????????? NO??!?! I hate it.
if Denis is gonna made Dune Messiah as well, how tf is it going to connect?? that book is about their relationship. it's about how Irulan doesn't let Chani get pregnant, and Paul doesn't sleep with her. it's about Paul's love for Chani, it's tragic and it hurts and it's so sad, and it's the conclusion of Paul's life. it's 10 years after the first book.
also why aren't they referring to the fact that Kynes is Chani's mother?? (father in the book but fine whatever)
anyway this rant is a mess but I'm just really annoyed about this movie I drove for over 3 hours just to see it in IMAX and now I wish I didn't.
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fractured
thirteen: the junkyard
chapter summary: Will has a plan to stop the shadow monster. Steve gives Dustin advice about girls.
chapter warnings: language, relationship issues
word count: 2.5k
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STEVE APPRECIATED THE fact that he was wearing gloves as he threw meat chunks on the ground. He and Dustin, after leaving his car on the side of the road near the train tracks, had decided to leave a trail of raw meat chunks to the junkyard so they could trap Dart again. Of course, they had tried to pass the time of their journey along the railroad tracks by talking to one another.
Somehow, the origin story of Dart had come up. Once Dustin had told him that Dart had originally been his pet Pollywog, whatever the hell that was, so he could impress this new girl at school that he liked, Steve immediately became confused.
"All right, so let me get this straight," Steve started, looking at Dustin in front of him. "You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who… who you just met?"
"All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things," Dustin responded.
"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway? I have a friend who's a girl whose favorite author is Stephen… Kane, or whatever his name is, and she'd think that's disgusting."
"An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome." Dustin shook his head. "And if your friend likes Stephen King that much, she'd think it's awesome, too."
"Well, even if this girl you're talking about thought it was cool, which she didn't, I… I just… I don't know. I just feel like you're trying way too hard."
"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin replied.
"It's not about the hair, man. The key with girls is just… just acting like you don't care."
"Even if you do?"
"Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts," Steve explained.
Of course, Steve had absolutely no idea that it didn't actually have his desired effect on them. He was correct in his analysis that acting like you didn't care did drive girls insane, but it wasn't in a good way. Kate, for example, would've flipped out if she would've heard him say that to Dustin, mostly because his advice had been so wrong—it drove them nuts because it was annoying.
"Then what?"
"You just wait until, uh… until you feel it."
"Feel what?" Dustin asked.
"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh… electricity, you know?"
"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—"
"No, no, no, no, no. Like a… Like a sexual electricity."
"Oh."
Steve pointed to Dustin. "You feel that and then you make your move."
"So that's when you kiss her?"
"No, woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Romeo," Steve started. "Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a… I don't know, like a lion. But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a… like a ninja."
"What type is Nancy?" Dustin asked.
"She's different. Kathy's different than other girls."
Dustin hesitated to say anything about his slip-up. "Uh, Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"I asked about Nancy."
"I said Nancy."
Dustin smiled. "Actually, you said Kathy. Which I'm assuming is Kate Hopper, who I happen to know is a huge Stephen King fan?"
Steve stifled a laugh awkwardly, quickly trying to play off his mistake. "Now it sounds like you're the one who wants to talk about her."
"Me? Kate?" Dustin laughed as Steve gave him a confused look. "While Kate is awesome, she's not my type."
Not his type? How could Kate not be his type? Steve hadn't realized his expression currently came off as slightly offended rather than unreadable like he thought he was being.
"Don't get me wrong, she's a complete badass with all the guns and shit, but she's a little old for me, you know?" He then turned to Steve. "For you, on the other hand…"
"I'm… not having this conversation with you," Steve replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, come on! She's so cool," Dustin said, trying to make him feel better. "What girl do you know likes Star Wars that much? She's definitely special."
"Who, Kate?" He smiled just thinking about her, stifling a laugh. If by special Dustin meant that she could give him a thirty-minute-long lecture about Queen's discography, more specifically about how Hot Space was, objectively, the worst Queen album ever and The Works had been better than anything she could have ever imagined after that "flaming piece of shit" (that she still liked songs off of, obviously, "because it's Queen, Steve"), then yes, Kate Hopper was special. "Yeah. Yeah, she is."
"Is she the reason why you were going to break up with Nancy?"
Steve hesitated. He hadn��t really thought about it that way. It wasn’t like he would’ve broken up with her if it wasn’t for the fight they’d had on Halloween and the fight they’d had the next day. He didn’t know if that made it better or worse, but he knew that he hadn’t been the one to start either of the fights, to begin with. Nancy had been the one to call him bullshit, Nancy had been the one to run off with Jonathan, and now, Steve was going to be the one to break things off with her permanently. It wasn’t like it was just for Kate: Nancy was in love with Jonathan, too. “Yeah, we kinda broke up on Halloween, kid. I was just, uh… making it official, okay?”
"For Kate?"
He hesitated again. "It… It's complicated."
"I saw the second bouquet of roses in your car last night," Dustin replied.
"Look, it's not like that, okay?" Steve sighed. "I've liked her for a really, really long time, and I just really messed it up by dating Nancy. Like, really messed it up." He sighed again. "I had it planned perfectly, too."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Steve started. “I was gonna go to her house, tell her how I feel, hope she didn’t reject me, and… and I was gonna take her to that new place because Benny’s used to always be our thing, and now it’s gone, and then I was gonna take her to—” He cut himself off. He’d been rambling about Kate when they weren’t even supposed to be talking about him and her. “This isn’t about me, man, what about your girl?”
While he had been caught rambling about her, Dustin could tell Steve wasn’t entirely comfortable with talking about how he was absolutely in love with Kate Hopper yet. He thought for now he would entertain him by talking about “his girl” again. “I don’t know, it’s just, like, something about her.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.” Steve stopped in his tracks, a piece of meat still in his hand.
“What?”
“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” he asked, throwing the piece of raw meat down on the ground.
“Uh, no. No.”
“Okay, good. Don’t,” Steve said, turning to walk again.
“I won’t.”
“She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.” They both continued to walk in silence until Steve finally murmured something. “Fabergé.”
“What?”
He pointed to his hair. “It’s Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when your hair’s damp, it’s not wet, okay, when it’s damp…”
“Damp,” Dustin repeated.
“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”
Dustin could hardly stop himself from laughing, his smile showing. “Farrah Fawcett spray?”
“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett.” He turned to the boy, stopping in his tracks. “You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”
“Yup,” Dustin said, nodding.
Steve sighed slightly, then nodded before continuing to walk along the railroad tracks. “Okay.”
Somehow, Steve knew that his secret would be safe with Dustin. He finally saw what Kate had seen in those boys from the moment she met them. Maybe the kids weren’t so bad, after all.
While her father smoked outside, Kate sat with Mike, Bob, and Joyce in Will’s room, playing with the blue hair tie on her wrist.
As she waited for her dad to come back, she thought about El. She still hadn’t had a chance to tell him about her being missing with all the chaos of what had happened to them in the past day. She had thought about trying to tell him in some type of code that she was gone, but the only way she could’ve thought of that wouldn’t raise too much attention was call her “Lima,” which was the NATO code for the letter “L.” She, however, completely brushed off that idea whenever she realized that the people inside the lab definitely also knew the NATO phonetic alphabet. It wasn’t like there was much opportunity to tell her father about El anyway, especially since everyone in the lab knew about Eleven and thought she was dead. The second that anyone in that lab knew El was still alive somewhere, they would do anything to get her back. Kate was smarter than to risk mentioning her right now.
Kate could only hope that wherever she was, she was safe, and that she would come back to them.
“What the hell is taking so long?” Joyce asked.
“Hey… Doctors take forever, always. Just try and relax. Just be patient.”
Joyce exhaled heavily as the monitor beeped, sighing. “You know, I just…” She stepped outside and tried to walk down the hall to the double doors that were currently guarded by two soldiers. They both tried to stop her as she tried to break through. “No, I… Let me through. Let me through!”
“You know we can’t do that,” a guard replied to her as they held her back. It hadn’t been much effort, considering how much taller they were than her.
“I need to talk to—”
“He’ll be with you shortly.”
“You said that an hour ago!” Joyce shouted back.
As Bob tried to pull her back, Mike and Kate only watched them from the comfort of the room.
Mike, however, quickly found something in the room much more interesting. “Will.”
No reply.
“Will?”
Nothing.
Finally, he tapped the boy, calling “Will?” once again, and he quickly sprung out to sit up in bed, almost as if he’d been woken suddenly.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurting again?”
Will shuddered. “I… I saw something.”
“In your now-memories?” Kate asked.
He nodded in response, moving in closer to Mike. “The shadow monster.” Kate looked back to Mike for only a second before looking to Will again. “I think I know how to stop him.”
When Steve had looked over the junkyard Dustin had taken him to, he nodded, wearing the stupid but expensive sunglasses he’d bought for his Risky Business costume for Halloween. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do. This will do just fine. Good call, dude.”
Steve didn’t see the younger boy smile behind him.
They continued to drop the raw meat, finally making a large pile and ending their trail as someone from the distance shouted, “I said medium-well!”
Steve and Dustin looked up to find Lucas Sinclair and a girl Steve had never met before. She had been pale, her hair ginger colored. She seemed less than impressed to be there, that’s for sure.
“Who’s that?” he asked as they got closer to Lucas and the girl, but just by the look on Dustin’s face, he knew exactly who it was.
It was the girl Dustin had been talking to him about earlier.
Steve, while not talking to her as they set up for the night they were about to have, found that she was much more helpful than either Dustin or Lucas. Whenever he’d finally found them, hiding behind a car in the junkyard and talking about something, he clanked a metal chair on the trunk of the abandoned vehicle to get their attention. “Hey! Dickheads! How come the only one helping me out is this random girl? We lose light in forty minutes. Let’s go.” When neither of them moved, he spoke more firmly. “Let’s go, I said!”
“All right, asshole! God!”
“Okay! Stupid.”
Steve only shook his head as the two insulted him—he was in for a long night.
Will studied the photographs placed in front of him.
The photographs had all come from the vines Will had drawn in the couple of days before that one, all connecting together just like they did in Joyce’s house. However, with this version, all the photographs fit on the table that they had Will stand in front of, making the map much easier to look at. While Dr. Owens had hope for him, the other doctors seemed more than displeased.
“Sam, this is ludicrous.”
“Just give him a moment, okay?” Dr. Owens replied.
“We don’t have time—”
“Hey, asshole, why don’t you do us all a favor and shut up, okay?” Hopper asked bitterly. It was like he didn’t even care about hiding his discontent with these people.
The doctor shut him a disgusted look, but before he could reply, Will stood up from his chair and pointed to a spot in one of the many pictures that had appeared to be a big blob in the middle of the tunnels. “That’s it.”
“That’s what?” Dr. Owens asked. “What… What’s there, Will?”
“I don’t know,” he responded. not only was his tone unreadable, but his expression, too. “I just know he doesn’t want me to see there. I think it’s important.”
Dr. Owens and Hopper made eye contact with each other, and Kate knew what was about to happen—they were prepared to look at its Upside Down counterpart.
As men suited up in Hawkins Lab to begin the march to the place Will spoke of, Steve and the other kids prepared for the night ahead in the junkyard against Dart.
Kate watched with her father as the soldiers were lowered into the abyss, and Steve poured a line of gasoline from the pile of meat to the bus in the junkyard. Both of them only hoped that the other was safe, hoped they weren’t dealing with the troubles of the Upside Down once again. They both, however, were wrong: of course they were both wrapped up in this shit again.
“Let’s see if this kid’s a wizard or a schizo, Doc.”
Hopper covered his face with his hand as Kate sighed at the offhand comment from a doctor as the soldiers began their journey.
“First tunnel on your right, gentlemen.”
Kate watched the radar for the soldiers, the yellow dots moving across the Upside Down.
She had a bad feeling about this.
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White Christmas is McDanno.
Phil is Danny and Bob is Steve. Danny saves Steve’s life and keeps trying to marry him off while being gay af. Seriously! I love it!
Dressing Room Scene from White Christmas: Phil Davis (Danny Kaye) and Bob Wallace (Bing Crosby)
PHIL DAVIS: Wallace, I think it's time you and I had a little talk.
BOB WALLACE: Yeah, that's a good idea, buster, and if you don't mind, I'll lead off.
PHIL DAVIS: Oh, now wait a minute.
BOB WALLACE: You wait a minute. You know something, for about three months now, you've been clumsily trying to entangle me with some female.
PHIL DAVIS: All I'm trying to do, Bob--
BOB WALLACE: Fat ones, tall ones, thin ones, it doesn't make any difference as long as they're wearing skirts, little mascara, and still breathing, you ram 'em at me.
PHIL DAVIS: Believe me, it's for your own good.
BOB WALLACE: For my own good?
PHIL DAVIS: Yeah, let's face it, Bob, you're a lonely, miserable man.
BOB WALLACE: What?
PHIL DAVIS: And you're unhappy too. And when you're unhappy, I'm unhappy. After all, I feel a strong sense of responsibility to you, Bob, ever since the day I-- (squeezes his upper right arm)
BOB WALLACE: Oh, no. Not again with that life-saving bit.
PHIL DAVIS: Well, if you'd rather forget it.
BOB WALLACE: How can? You won't let me. Since you saved my life, you decided you had the right to run it. You ootched me along every step of the way. You hammered, drove, pushed, shoved, and if that wasn't enough, you'd look at me with those great big cow eyes of yours, point at that phony arm, and I'd melt and go along.
PHIL DAVIS: Well, I don't expect any gratitude.
BOB WALLACE: Well you're going to get it. We did great, and I'm grateful. So, thank you. Thank you, Phil Davis, from the bottom of my heart. Now will you let the rest of my life alone?
PHIL DAVIS: No, I won't.
BOB WALLACE: Well, why not?
PHIL DAVIS: Because you're a miserable, lonely, unhappy man.
BOB WALLACE: Oh, you're wacky. I'm a very happy man.
PHIL DAVIS: Well, then you're happy for the wrong reasons and that's the same as being lonely and miserable except it's worse.
BOB WALLACE: You know something? You're off you're nut about a mile and a half. I've got everything in life I want.
PHIL DAVIS: Oh sure. I'm off my nut a mile and a half--
BOB WALLACE: At least.
PHIL DAVIS: You've got everything you want except the most important thing.
BOB WALLACE: What's this?
PHIL DAVIS: A girl.
BOB WALLACE: I'll get around to that one of these days.
PHIL DAVIS: My dear partner, when what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting whatever it is you've got left.
BOB WALLACE: When I figure out what that means, I'll come up with a crushing reply. What's back of all this anyway?
PHIL DAVIS: Nothing, nothing. Only you're happiness.
BOB WALLACE: My happiness?
PHIL DAVIS: Yeah.
BOB WALLACE: You know, when you get an idea that's for my sole and ultimate happiness, there's always lurking behind it somewhere a little angle for you. Now what is it?
PHIL DAVIS: You really want to know?
BOB WALLACE: Yes, I really want to know.
PHIL DAVIS: All right, I'll really tell you.
BOB WALLACE: Well, then lay it on me, will you?
PHIL DAVIS: Ever since the day we became producers, you're a changed man. You've gone absolutely berserk with work. And the strange thing is, you liked it. You like being Rodgers and Hammerstein.
BOB WALLACE: Well, it was your idea you know.
PHIL DAVIS: Well, sure it was my idea, but I didn't think I was going to create a Frankenstein. From that day on, I haven't had one minute I could call my own.
BOB WALLACE: What do you want me to do about it?
PHIL DAVIS: I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that's forty-five minutes. And I'd at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.
BOB WALLACE: You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me.
PHIL DAVIS: Well, there's been some nice girls, too, you know. Phil: "They didn't go to Smith."
BOB WALLACE: Yeah, yeah, like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall.
PHIL DAVIS: All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.
BOB WALLACE: Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.
PHIL DAVIS: Oh, that's very funny. (fake laughter) The crooner is now becoming the comic.
BOB WALLACE: Phil, let me tell you something. There's a lot of sense in what you say, and I have to admit it. But the kind of girls you and I meet in this business, they're young and they're ambitious. They're full of their own careers. They're not interested in getting married, settling down and raising a family.
PHIL DAVIS: That's funny, Bob, I never heard you open up like that before.
BOB WALLACE: Someday the right girl is gonna come along, and if she'll have me, we'll get married. We'll settle down, and we'll start having those nine kids for you. Forty-five minutes going to be enough?
PHIL DAVIS: If I need any more, I'll tell you.
End Scene
#mcdanno#hawaii five 0#white christmas#he loves him like a buddy#vintage men#danny kaye#bing crosby#alex o’loughlin#scott caan
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✧･ﾟ: *Complaints*:･ﾟ✧
Some grammatical/cadence/character issues in the official English translation that drove me nuts when I ended up poring over a single scene for hours yesterday (AKA reasons I reworked it so much in my Albert swap-in fic).
“I just wanted to ask you one quick thing.” *Sherlock proceeds to ask no questions for the entirety of the conversation.*
Sherlock saying, “both nobles who died were evil.” This one might be just contradictory to my perception of him, but Sherlock using good/evil so definitively feels weird to me. I think he’d make his opinion clear but not in this firm moral statement way. Which is why I changed it to “absolute bastards” lol.
“And with a sample size of merely two cases, it definitely doesn’t make a strong case.” Though the two uses of case are different, it still reads awkwardly.
“bad rumors” just sounds dumb idk. (Also put that silent ‘u’ back, they’re British!)
“right after he was arrested he came to me...” What? He was in jail, Sherly. At least say he sent for you! You’re bad at lying, boyo. (I suppose he might have meant at the moment of his arrest, but he’s basically already established that the Lord of Crime’s minions were present at that, so that doesn’t make sense either.)
“man behind the curtain” -- anachronistic Wizard of Oz reference, I already mentioned this. Not a big problem in this series lol.
“However, it’s impossible to prove that I didn’t do it.” Do what? This just feels grammatically weird, what part of the accusation is he referring back to? “Who’d have guessed you were the man behind the curtain?” “It’s impossible to prove that I didn’t do it.” What?
“However, it’s impossible to prove that I didn’t do it. However, isn’t it your job to prove that I did?” This is killing me. You don’t notice right away because it’s spread over three speech bubbles but those two howevers so close together hurt me.
Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest. Also I’m not leaving my bed to grab the next volume and check lol but I’m pretty sure they state distance in miles (though the anime sub had kilometres I believe) and that’s a penalty. (Nope, I was wrong about this part, haha, see replies.)
To end on a non-whiny note, I leave you with this delightful and criminally underrated panel in which Sherlock gets jealous of Lestrade:
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"I'm tired of thinking, let's just make out or something" with Ashton/Milo bc I know we're both dying to get them to kiss
Send me prompts?
Thank u my friend, u know EXACTLY what i want :D Even if this fic kinda drove me nuts bc i am simply not very practiced with writing kisses. Also the prompt list was hurt/comfort and this turned out to be literally Just Fluff lmao. I promise to make up for that by being extra angsty in the other prompt u sent me. I hope u enjoy it! <3
Word count: 1,111
Content warnings: brief mentions of injuries/brain trauma and memory issues and struggling with school, brief discussion about boundaries and touch-averseness, kissing
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It was a point of pride to Milo that when Ashton had decided to start taking classes again after the accident had forced them to stop a few years ago, they were the only person he would go to for help on their schoolwork. Ashton knew he would never have to explain or justify their memory problems or difficulty grasping new concepts to Milo, and Milo knew never to press Ashton when he said that he was done working.
Milo wasn't the greatest teacher in the world, which they reminded Ashton of often, and Ashton always responded with something along the lines of "And I'm not the greatest fucking student, so it's a perfect arrangement." It seemed to work, anyway. Ashton was passing their classes, and Milo was honestly just happy to be spending time with him.
Today, they were sitting on the couch together talking about how to approach making a notes page for Ashton to use on tests reminding him which calculator functions to use for which stats problems. Ashton seemed distracted. They weren't closing their eyes or touching his temples like he did when a migraine was coming on, though, so Milo didn't ask if they wanted to stop.
After a little while, Ashton cleared his throat. "I'm tired of thinking," he announced abruptly. "Let's just make out or something."
Milo stared. Blinked a few times. Wondered if there was any possible way they had heard Ashton correctly. "...are you aware that you just said that out loud?" they asked genuinely.
Ashton was looking off into the distance over Milo's shoulder. "Mm-hmm. Fuck, I'm gonna fucking kill Anni if she was lying."
If she--ohhh, not if I kill her first. "Did Anni fucking tell you I was--" Milo could already feel their face heating up.
"Might have said something."
Milo groaned and dropped their calculator and notebook and pencil off the side of the couch to bury their face in their hands.
"We don't have to--I made this really weird, huh? Fuck. We can--rewind, say I had a little fuckin' brain moment and just move on with our lives," Ashton babbled. "I didn't really mean to say it like that, that was fucking out of nowhere. I hate--fucking talking. God damn it."
"No, it's fine!" Milo wasn't sure if it was actually fine, but they knew they didn't want Ashton to feel shitty about it. "I'm a little confused?! I think? Was that a...do you want to...or did Anni just tell you that I…"
"Actually what she told me was that if I didn't do something to show you how I feel sometime in the next week, she was gonna plug in her amp in the hallway by my door and play me an electric violin solo at five in the morning every day for a month because she's apparently tired of living in a house where everyone's pining," Ashton recounted. "Pretty much word for word. I actually remember the phrasing, it was that vivid."
Startled, Milo laughed. They would get back to the "show you how I feel" thing in a minute, but they needed to process how ridiculous this was first. "So you decided to suggest making out with absolutely no warning?!"
"I swear to fucking god, that was at least partially impulsive brain fuckery," Ashton said, half laughing and half defensively.
"I believe you. Holy shit," Milo exclaimed. "That's one way to do it. God. Okay. First of all, and we'll be circling back to feelings, don't worry, but Ashton, I have never heard you say that you want to make out with anyone. You hate being touched."
"That's not...necessarily true?"
Milo raised their eyebrows. "Ash, you once hissed at me when I tried to rub your back when you got sick after drinking too much on a new med."
"I don't remember that," Ashton admitted. "But--no, I mean, yeah, it tracks. I definitely hate being touched when I feel fucking awful. And by people I don't know. But not all the time by everybody."
"That's--how have I lived with you for three years without knowing that?" Milo said, bewildered. "I really thought you just hated being touched in general this whole time."
"To be fair, I never corrected you."
"Yeah! But I never asked. Anyway, I'm getting distracted." Milo knew that their cheeks were probably flushed quite a dark pink by now. "I gotta get something clear. You like me?" Fuckety fuck, they sounded like a fucking middle schooler.
"Yeah, I didn't actually think I was being subtle about it? Anni sure seemed to think it was stupid that we hadn't figured it out yet."
"Am I just an entire dumbass then?" Milo couldn't help but laugh. Their heart was beating so quickly, but the absurdity of it all was keeping them from turning into a total flustered mess. It was a little bit perfect.
Ashton shrugged, a little too casually. “If you are, then I am. So, uh, Anni wasn’t lying, then? You’re into me, too?”
“Oh, I was, uh, not prepared for this conversation at three in the afternoon completely sober without a head’s up,” Milo stated.
“You good? Like I said, we can forget this–”
“Absolutely fucking not.” Milo wanted to just surge forward and kiss him, but several years of friendship where their habit had been to avoid touching Ashton whenever possible so they didn’t make him uncomfortable was hard to overcome. “Yes. Yes, I’m…yes. This is ridiculous. Do you actually want to make out?”
“I mean, I definitely don’t want to be doing stats anymore,” Ashton said with a wry little grin.
“...was that a yes–”
“Yes, oh my god.”
“I feel like it’s something to be very, very sure of before starting!” Milo defended themself, feeling like Ashton was teasing them at least a little bit. “I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”
“Which is why I’m very sure that it’s gonna be fine.” Ashton put out their hand. “C’mon, apparently we’ve been wasting time.”
God, it was that kind of confidence, even with the initial uncertainty, that made Milo find Ashton so incredibly attractive. They let Ashton take their hand and pull them close, almost into his lap. Before they could even really conceive of the fact that oh, fuck, Ashton really is letting me touch him, they were kissing. Ashton’s initial comment about not wanting to be thinking anymore was onto something, because every rational thought in Milo’s head began vanishing.
We’re definitely gonna have to have a conversation about this later, Milo thought faintly, but for now, they would just focus on Ashton’s hands against their waist and his lips on theirs.
Send me prompts?
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Loooong final thoughts and lingering questions regarding A.I.: The Somnium Files - nirvanA Initiative
Even moreso than the first game, this game is really hard to discuss without digging into spoilers. Yikes. But I’ll try for a little while, I guess.
1) One the one hand? I loved this game, and I really hope the series gets a third entry so it can be another great Uchikoshi trilogy alongside the “Zero Escape” games. On the other hand? These characters are insanely overdue to get their happy endings, and I’m saddened to see them get delayed for YEARS on that. :P
2) I know I’ve already mentioned this, as did an ask I received before even playing the game. But it bears repeating that the lengths this game goes to in order to avoid spoiling the first game REGARDLESS of whether you already played that game are truly absurd. If they ever DO make a third game, I hope they can find some way around this mess (which would only get even MORE complicated after the events of this sequel). Might I suggest doing a prequel adventure, perhaps... ?
2) Looking back, it’s HILARIOUS how incredibly, deeply wrong my initial speculations were :)
3) ....okay, but it seriously drove me FUCKING NUTS that nobody in-game even commented on the shape of Komeji’s head. Or why he has a big dot on his forehead where his “third eye” would be, for that matter. That’s all just... normal to the people of the AITSFverse, huh? Really?
4) I’m so very grateful for being able to adjust the difficulty of the somniums. I sucked so bad at somniums in the first one.
Okay, SPOILER COMMENTARY BEGINS NOW.
1) The first game built an effective mystery out of information our lead doesn’t know, but the sequel builds a mystery out of information that only the player doesn’t know. The characters themselves really had plenty of information that should’ve made them capable of solving the case before SIX YEEEEAAARS had passed, IMO.
2) Can’t say I’m a very big fan of “Tama” and her personality/design. She’s HYPER-sexualized in a way that Aiba wasn’t and isn’t, really. It’s.... kind of uncomfortable sometimes. I have to wonder how an A.I. eyeball decides to generate such a holographic body type or gets so into sexual references anyway? What experiences developed her in this fashion? Hrrrrrm.
3) AS SOON as we started talking about “genetic editing/engineering,” in the game’s second chapter, I said, “Oh man, I really hope they use this plot point to retroactively explain Mizuki’s crazy strength and Date’s wild porn-induced powers.” And hey, one out of two isn’t that bad! I *love* that they went to this trouble to go back and logically justify something that was just a goofy gag in the first title. And after Date provides everyone with a detailed explanation for how his “porn mag = enhanced strength and speed” thing actually works, I was convinced that part of it was still yet to come! Sadly? Not to be. Hey, maybe they can still retroactively introduce an origin for that in part 3! Suffice it to say that I LOVE the idea of going back and retroactively explaining the silliest parts of the series using actual logic and lore. LOVE.
4) Lien’s huge “DANGER ZONE” tattoo is something that amused me from start to finish. I’m simple sometimes. Give a Japanese thug a tattoo referencing a Kenny Loggins classic, and I’m happy. And yes, I absolutely do believe it’s a reference to that seminal Top Gun anthem.
4) More than the first game, this game has the cops just... not even try to negotiate or coerce or otherwise even ATTEMPT to get reticent suspects to tell their secrets. Instead? Everything always comes down to “sync with them,” and if that doesn’t give you the answer you desired? You give up and let them go and never ask about it again. Admittedly, this because game mechanics gotta happen, and the first game isn’t completely innocent of this problem either, but the “drop the issue like a hot rock” element is definitely unique here. .............................. God DAMN do you guys suck at this ‘policing’ business. And that’s not even getting into information that you keep to yourselves when you ABSOLUTELY should be sharing it with your colleagues and superiors.
Y’know, like when a suspicious figure it somehow obscured in your vision while you chase them, and you don’t know why your cybereye is blocking out what they look like, but you just don’t tell anyone it even happened AT ALL........... fuuuuuuuuuuuck
5) Ryuki getting chewed out and threatened with losing his job unless he could hit some arbitrary deadline just because a suspect appeared and escaped within the underground cathedral? Really pissed me off because it made no sense. This has never happened to any cop, ever. I guess we can kinda excuse it because it fits with some old-school movie tropes about cops, maybe? But once the timeline is “corrected” and we see that that didn’t even HAPPEN in the past? IT MAKES EVEN. LESS. SENSE. He is literally never seen or known to do ANYTHING wrong that would warrant such a reaction from Boss!!!! Furthermore: Since he DIDN’T catch the HB Killer back then, does that mean he’s not a cop with ABIS by the later timeline? Because that certainly does not appear to be true! He seems to still be operating as one, just a fucking crazy one due to circumstances beyond his own control that nobody seems to have discovere/addressed in the interim.
6) I absolutely adore that the terrifying visage of Gen’s mask is ultimately hiding... the sweetest, most noble person you can possibly imagine. I am *always* here for someone to subvert the expectations of your first visual impression. ALWAYS down for that shit. Wonderful, thank you, no notes.
7) Although I eventually expected what was under the mask of the mysterious woman in the cool cloak, it also feels like one of the most overt examples of making the story jump through hoops just to suit the twist they wanted. I feel like Uchikoshi definitely thought up the “We told you the story in the wrong order!” twist before he ever came up with the existence of a second Mizuki to explain it all. The fact that they dress exactly the same and act the same and both have that name and both use Aiba but AIba forgets about the first Mizuki by coincidence and... YEAH, it’s pretty forced.
8) I was both horrified and delighted by the reveal that Amame is one of our culprits. I never once thought that a character we met in the first game - someone who was portrayed as just a quiet, good-hearted, sweet kid - would actually go off and murder someone in our sequel, and I LOVE that twist. In truth, I kind of wish she’d killed Tokiko too as Aiba originally theorized. Just let her go all the way off the deep end! But uhh... that would really make our relatively happy ending a lot less happy, because then Amame wouldn’t be getting that light jail time, huh? So maybe not... lol.
9) Because these games tend to ultimately be so hopeful by the end, I thought Kizuna might even get some futuristic cure to her paralysis by the conclusion and be up to dance by the big finale. But it’s probably better that she didn’t. There have to be SOME consequences to these events, after all.
10) I wish Mizuki would actually show some concern/affection for her long-missing adoptive father after he finally resurfaces. Like, instead of just insulting him and treating him like shit?? The brief moments when she ISN’T insulting him and belittling him are heartwarming, but they’re SO few and far between. And there’s no denying how much he’s done for her and how much he loves her. Mizuki even took his family name eventually. But from her actual words, you’d be hard-pressed to know that she even likes him at all. Girl needs serious psychological help to learn how to communicate properly, because kee-RY-st.
11) Given how utterly fucking psycho Kizuna’s dad goes in at least one route — particularly with how he sends a massive army of thugs that have no compunction about even KILLING Lien — I was really hoping we’d see Mr. Chieda taken down and arrested for his connections by the end. Alas, there is no ending where he pays for his cruelty and associations. He always just walks the hell away. Meh. :P
12) What... on EARTH.... was the point of Boss pretending like Ryuki died in the final battle?! Only to reveal to EVERYONE that he was alive/fine the whole time... ?!?! So clearly there wasn’t even a need to hide that he lived at all?!? I guess she really just likes fucking with everyone by devastating them for no reason. Jesus Christ, Boss. What the actual FUCK is wrong with you. I guess now I can finally appreciate why someone as whip-smart and hot and utterly girlboss as her is single... it’s because she’s secretly a goddamned SOCIOPATH.
13) The introduction of the “The Frayer” and the unlockable Secret Ending is in keeping with Uchikoshi’s other works, sure, but it also raises a lot of problems that I think I’d rather not contemplate in regards to the universe of the game series. I’ll have to try to compartmentalize that as “stuff that cutely refers to the fact that you’re playing a video game” and not consider that information strictly, y’know, canon.
Ultimately, I obviously have far more plot/writing concerns than I did with the first. I would still say the first is better. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t having a DAMN good time throughout. I’m still very happy this exists. And here’s hoping for some more adventures down the line...
#a.i.: the somnium files#a.i.: the somnium files - nirvana initiative#a.i. the somnium files#a.i. the somnium files - nirvana initiative#aitsf#aitsf:ni#aitsf-ni#aitsfni#kotaro uchikoshi#visual novels
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ok so there was an ask before where you mentioned chubby Aegon in a corset and it drove me absolutely nuts
So now I bring you a thought of Aemond bringing Aegon into his quarters and basically stuffing him until he breaks the corset, kind of an angry jealous dom dynamic
Like Jesus Christ, look at this supposed prince wearing a corset that he will probably end up eating his way out of fitting into. Might as well shortcut that process
And mind everything that as a historical fashion obsessor and a tailor, corsets are not easy to break- a well made corset has thick laces in the back that are made not to snap from tension, and because of the boning and layered fabric they are not likely to rip- but it can be done, and Aemond is fucking determined to do it
for some reason I see two outcomes to this
Someway or another, Aemond ends up snapping Aegon out of his corset, as his belly finally spills out and Aemond continues to bully him about how he's even broken the stays meant to keep his belly hidden
The corset does not break, and Aegon remains a moaning, whining mess, as his full belly is crushed by the restrictive garment. Aemond refuses to let up, however, despite Aegon's protests - he would be begging Aemond to unlace if and release the pressure
god Aemond would be like the meanest dom ever
anyway I hope you enjoy the one horny thought I get per week lmfao
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Hello Shroomie! I don't know if you saw this post I did
https://at.tumblr.com/wh0lemilk0vich/ooh-ooh-more-of-plumping-up-king-egg/uwcpqy9jy9fa
But yesssss I very much loooooove that image. I'm absolutely I'm obsessed with him looking hungover and pouty and just so squirmy and uncomfortable in tight clothes and trying to hide it with a corset and cloak.
So like maybe it's a boring day of listening to petitions and Aemond can tell Aegon isn't giving a single solitary fuck about what his duty and it's that sort of thing that always flips Aemond's switch.
So once Aeg tells everyone to fuck off and that he's done listening to their groveling, Aemond drags him by the scruff of his collar back to his/their/Aegon's chambers then tears open his shirt, revealing a straining corset with his tits being pushed up and together looking like an overfed whore. He mentions that he thought he could hear something groaning in the throne room, referring to the seams of the corset.
Herolls his eyes, and goes off about how pitiful of an excuse for a royal Aegon is, doesn't deserve it, the only thing he's good for is stuffing and fucking. So he shoves aegon onto the bed, after grabbing a tray of honey cakes. He grabs his brother by the back of the head and forces them into Aegon's mouth, even with his fingers. He holds Aegon's jaw closed even at times to get him to swallow thickly and keep filling his fat gut, causing the cramped stays to creak.
After what feels like hours of feeding like that, full of whimpers and halfhearted resistance, something finally gives. He finally bursts the stays with a relieved and delirious moan, his blubber like over proofed dough spilling out through the split at the bottom front.
Aemond thinks 'finally' and finishes tearing it up the front, for Aegon's fat, pretty, bouncy, little tits to settle above his belly, before grabbing one roughly, feeling its weight, and tweaking his nipple.
And he'd say something like "It's about time we rid you of this deceptive garment, so the whole of the kingdoms can see what spoiled greedy little pig you are. A fat, drunken, bestial little whore happy to bounce on a real man's cock. Now after all of those cakes you must be thirsty."
And he grabs a pitcher of whine and pours it down Aegon's throat, not caring how he sputters and whines, until he goes dozey and supple in Aemond's arms. And he feels so plump and warm and buxom. And his hips splay like a woman's, and his belly hangs low and soft, and his appearance and manner is so feminine and yet it's his brother and it makes it want him so much more despite himself.
Ughhhhh please will this work for you Shroomie 🍄!?!? 😩😩
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Prompt: Superstition
Pairing: YasMoon
This is a 3-parter--300 words total! @karatecaulfield writing Best Lesbians again <3
Anyways I wrote a YasMoon thing based on Love Like Woe by The Ready Set, because that's the first thing that popped into my head when I heard the word "Superstition" for some reason XD Damn, I haven't listened to this song in years, but it's still catchy as hell. It does sum up the S1 Moon-Yasmine fling that exists only in my overly complicated headcanons aksajdhsuoefgdu from Moon's POV surprisingly well. I imagine Yas was incredibly wild behind closed doors but super cold and controlled at school, and it drove Moon absolutely nuts because she was never sure which version she'd get. Anyways!
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The Range Rover’s parked in her driveway again.
“Moon!”
She’s hopeless. Yasmine calls her name and she can’t fucking think.
Windswept blonde hair glows like citrine, catching sunset light. “Get in.”
Her beam’s a supernova. Worlds away from the tight frown at school, deepening as she swatted Moon’s hand away under the table.
Perhaps it’s a sixth sense, knowing she’s too ensnared in Yasmine’s aura. Perhaps it’s her superstitions overtaking her, assigning meaning to a fling with some vapid blonde who can’t make up her mind.
Moon still claims the passenger’s seat. She’s never known how to tell Yasmine no.
*
They’re going 90 in a 65.
Yasmine’s revving her engine, aggressively swerving around anyone too slow for her. Moon has to laugh as she shouts obscenities.
Yasmine whips through life like a torrential storm, hard to keep up with at the best of times. Moon’s learned the only way to handle it is to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.
It’s far from sensible, speeding down the highway at 6:00 on a school night. Moon wouldn’t have it any other way.
Even as city lights flick on in the dusk, the sun’s always shining when she’s with Yas.
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Cool midnight air, a star-dotted sky, waves crashing, cicadas humming…
It’s all straight out of a romance movie, Moon thinks.
She and Yas sit inches from the edge of a seaside bluff, watching the water below. Moon feels soft hair and a warm chin rest on her shoulder.
She inhales sharply. Her arm circles Yasmine’s waist, but she wants to scream.
Why is this a secret? Why can’t we flaunt each other like those happy couples at school?
Moon exhales, letting the frustration wash away.
Perhaps if she’s patient, there’ll come a day when Yasmine tells everyone she’s Moon’s.
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'Cause I've got some intuition, or maybe I'm superstitious
But I think you're a pretty sweet pill that I'm swallowing down
To counter this addiction
You've got me on a mission
Tell me, darling, can I get a break somehow?
Could I say no?
She's got a love like woe
Girl's got a love like woe
I kinda feel like it don't make sense
'Cause you're bringing me in and now you're kicking me out again
Love so strong
Then you moved on
Now I'm hung up in suspense
Because you're bringing me in and then you're kicking me out again
#allvalley100#yasmoon#yasmine x moon#moon x yasmine#yasmine cobra kai#moon cobra kai#cobra kai#cobra kai season 1#takes place pre-S1#when Moon and Yas were b a n g i n g#hehehe just kidding! Unless...?#anyways in my Best Timeline Yasmine eventually owns her raging lesbianism and shows Moon off to everyone AND their mother <3#I want to think they end up openly together and happy eventually#but it takes a DAMN long time bc Yas has to work through so much internalized lesbophobia D:
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What If Aro......
So I have had this brain worm vomit for some time. I decided to share with my fellow brain vomit/twihard fans here on tumblr.
What if Aro had a female S/O that was super humble?
-I feel like Aro had some sort of interest in Bella. My stupid brain likes to think that she was classically attractive- possibly from when he was a mortal and he couldn’t help but find her special.
-besides the fact that Bella had a special gift, I still think Aro would try to flirt with her and kiss her hand and convince her to come to the Volturi.
-In this scenario, Aro finds his Bella. (pls delete his wife)
-She’s a simple woman, she enjoys simple things. She’s not very tall, average body type. Long flowing hair-pale skin even in her mortal form- kinda like the beauty standards in Italy during the renaissance. Who knows when Aro ends up in Italy with the rest of his clan. But I like to imagine he’s been there for a long ass time. Definitely during the time where lots of women looked like this.
-Maybe this S/O was in to horses. Aro of course wanted to give you everything you ever wanted. Money was no object. Heck there were old stables located on the grounds of the castle. They haven’t been used in a long time. Since ya know, vampires don’t need a trusty animal to get them from place to place.
-Aro was fine with you riding, even though it was risky. He insisted that you stay close in the nearby paddock in case something happened and you fell. You had to, I mean, HAD TO wear a helmet. If he caught you without a helmet he would throw a fit, and we know how eccentric this man is and he would be over the top on this situation.
-Aro didn’t want to be too controlling, so he would let you ride out in the woods on occasion if there were a few guards able to go with you to keep a watchful eye.
-Probably the thing that drove him nuts the most was the fact you insisted doing your own barn chores. You were supposed to be queen one day, you should act like it. You’re betrothed to a powerful man. And you’re collecting stall material and hay on your clothes and getting dirt under your fingers. You’re breaking your fingernails putting together special meals for your horse and cleaning up after him. Your pale skin is becoming kissed by the sun in the warmer months- darling, what if you get sun damage? Don’t humans have sensitive skin!?
-But you needed this time to yourself, you needed time out of the castle walls.
-You found out not too long ago that you were to be betrothed to this man, you barely knew him. But a twist of fate allowed you to meet him and it was very soon confirmed by Marcus that you two had a connection
-You felt the connection almost instantly. You knew you wanted to talk to this man, you knew you wanted to know his name and stay with him. I mean, you connect with horses, you have lots of practice reading 1200lb beasts- a person wasn’t going to give you any problems when it comes to finding people to connect with.
-things came crashing in from there, you learned about vampires and this whole ring of vampires you’re now involved with.
-in order to stay a mortal, Aro insisted that you stay within the castle and have little to no contact with other humans- incase something slips of their existence.
-it was one day that Aro was touching your skin and reading your thoughts- you were having a bad day, feeling trapped in the castle, thinking about your life back in Forks when Aro saw it- your love for horses.
-Your memories of a fast canter through the woods was so enchanting to him
-He wanted you to continue on to those things because he heard the thoughts of you returning home and it absolutely broke him inside.
-this may or may not have been a desperate attempt to distract you and make you love him more. (I mean, please do that to me. I wear a size 7 diamond ring and diamond jewelry and new car pls)
-Anyways, please give me this man, I would kill for someone like Aro being so attentive and kind. I feel like he would absolutely do anything for you if you had his heart....but like I mentioned before, I can see him being over the top too much and like our human hearts would need a break from him being so overbearing at times. I know I will cry if things get too intense. I would have for him to see me cry, that shit would make him feel worse.
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