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bts-hyperfixation · 8 months

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A Hoseok x Namjoon x Reader Fanfiction

Summer madness 7/32 Y/N is fed up of not being the center of attention because Namjoon and Hoseok are busy. But can she handle it when bratting gets her EXACTLY what she asked for? Degradation, name-calling, fem oral, Dom/sub

"I'm kinda busy here sweetheart." Namjoon dismisses you.

The rapper is bent over his mixing boards, hard at work on what is sure to be the next big thing on the Korean music scene. Too bad you didn't really care all that much, the South Korean public had monopolised more than enough of his time, especially with enlistment coming up. It left you feeling particularly sour about the lack of attention you had been receiving of late, both from Namjoon and Hoseok.

You drape yourself over Namjoon's shoulders and sigh dramatically. He rolls his eyes but continues with his work, largely ignoring you in favour of his new album.

You walk your fingers along his arm, tracing the veins that stick out along his biceps.

"Love we can play later." He says shrugging you off.

"But I want to play now." You whine in the most petulant voice you can muster.

He looks up at you finally, but it's not the look of defeat you'd been hoping for. His tongue is buried in his cheek, one eyebrow raised. It's a look that tells you he is not in the mood for you to be bratty right now...

It's a look that might've worked on you ordinarily, sent you whimpering off with your tail between your legs to wait for him on his terms. Except he has told you later twice this week and fallen asleep before later ever arrived. This time you weren't willing to back down.

"That look has never been followed by anything good." You tease.

You make yourself comfortable on his sofa as he watches. You make a point of laying against the arm and arching your back in a way you know accentuates your curves, a pose he wouldn't normally refuse. You close your eyes and run your hands down your body, groaning as you ghost over your breasts. They continue down past your belly button, hovering at the tops of your thighs.

You open one eye to glance at him, to make sure your audience is truly captive. His knuckles are turning white from holding on to his knees too tightly.

"Y/N..." It's a warning, his voice low and gravelly.

"What? If you don't want to play I might as well make myself comfortable."

Your hands continue. You let your skirt fall upwards exposing your thighs properly. You dig your nails into the unmarred flesh leaving red marks in your wake.

"Y/N stop." He commands, but you've gone too far to listen.

You play with the seem of your panties. Your finger dips across the growing wet patch in the middle of the fabric, the coolness of your hand making you shiver. A hand reaches out and covers yours and you think you've won.

You open both your eyes to look at Namjoon but your triumph is quickly replaced with dread when you meet his eyes.

"Y/N I love you so much, but right now you are testing the limits of that love."

Your stomach drops and immediately you sit upright. He brings his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek as you whimper under his touch.

"I said later, sweetheart."

You nod this time and he releases your face. He turns back to his work and it is clear that is all that will be said on the matter for now.

You decide to go in search of Hobi. His mood hadn't been particularly cheery this morning, but perhaps he might be easier to sway than Namjoon.

You find the man in your 'everything room'. A spare bedroom that you had converted for use as a dance studio, gym, movie theatre, and other recreational activities. Your favourite feature happened to be the closet that turned around to reveal Hobi's favourite toys. It fills you with hope when you see him standing near the door only to find it facing the other way and filled with boring things like ankle weights and sweat towels.

You loiter in the doorway watching him wipe away the sweat that accumulated along his collar bones. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, or at least he ignores you if he does. He tosses the used towel across the room towards the hamper and presses play on his phone.

A song from his latest album blares across the speakers and like clockwork his body springs into the routine he has been practising for days. He moves harshly in time to the beat, meeting each step with perfect timing any mistakes he makes are completely imperceptible to the untrained eye. But he sees them. And you can see each one on his face as he becomes more annoyed with himself.

As the song comes to an end he grumbles to himself and finally turns to look at you.

"What's wrong Jagiya?" He asks.

"Missed you." You pout.

You jut your bottom lip out hoping to goad him into kissing you. It fails.

"I need to get this perfect before the weekend Y/N... How about we spend the evening together?" He suggests.

"But I'm lonely now..." You groan.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me." He rolls his eyes "You know that only works on Joonie."

"Not today apparently." You grumble under your breath.

He catches it anyway.

"OH! So I'm not even your first choice today? Silly Brat couldn't take no for an answer?" His voice turns cold.

You stammer for a response but he raises his hand to stop you.

"I want you to go to our room and stay there until I come and get you. Don't ask for things you've already been told you can't have Y/N you know better than that." He chastises.

You want to protest, not ready to give up on your endeavour. You're certain if you could just try for a little longer he will give you exactly what you want.

"But Hobi..." You pout, fake tears threatening your waterline.

"Don't. I've given you your orders, I'll deal with you later. Now go." He waves you away and starts his music again.

You huff loudly as you leave ensuring he hears your displeasure.

You glance at Namjoon's closed studio door one more time but decide better of it. And so you sulk for the rest of the afternoon, lounging on your shared bed and flipping through different shows on Netflix.

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Almost five hours later the door opens to reveal an irate-looking Hoseok. He flicks on the lights and unplugs the TV.

"You're so annoying. Did you know that?" He pauses like he expects a response.

But you know better than to give one.

"You think you'd be grateful, you know? So many others would kill for the life we've given you, yet you take it for granted..."

You whimper as he stalks closer to the bed, scrambling against the headboard.

"But maybe you're right. Maybe we haven't been indulging you enough. Maybe the unlimited credit cards and a beautiful apartment aren't enough for you? Maybe we've been selfish working so hard to provide for you, hmm?"

He crawls across the bed towards you leaving you nowhere to escape to as he cages you in. He reaches out and hooks a finger under your thumb, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

"Clearly you've been neglected, so let me fix that... strip."

His hand drops down into his lap and he gives you just enough room to dispose of your clothing. You do so quickly, knowing better than to leave Hoseok waiting when he gets like this. You sit with your back against the headboard, legs spread wide with space for him in between. He appraises you, gaze lingering in all his favourite places. He looks hungry. But he doesn't touch, not yet.

"Show me how needy you are."

You place your hand between your legs, using two fingers to part your labia exposing your little pink hole. You can feel how wet you are with just a small motion, the skin sticky from waiting so long. The cool air causes goosebumps along your skin.

"Touch yourself." He growls.

You whine, realising he has no intention of touching you himself, at least not yet. You start reluctantly, teasing at your entrance with no real conviction hoping he might take over if you do it wrong.

Instead, he slaps your thigh, making the skin jiggle and leaving a bright red print in his wake.

"I know you're dumb Y/N but you're not that dumb. Show me how you pleasure yourself." He sneers.

This time you try harder, dragging your hand up towards your clit. You circle the sensitive bud, eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure.

Another slap lands on your leg, this time he digs his nails into the flesh leaving behind little halfmoon bruises. His free hand tucks back under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He doesn't need to speak his command this time, clear in his intention. Your eyes don't leave his as you play with yourself.

Your hand moves quicker and in more erratic rhythms as you get close. Cramps start in your wrist as the movements become more jolted the closer you get to the edge but you don't dare stop. Your head flops back against the headboard as you cum, eyes squeezing shut, unable to focus them any longer.

"Colour?" Hobi asks as your high fades away.

"Green." You affirm.

Hoseok grins at you and leans forward to kiss you quickly.

And then just like that, nice Hobi is gone again.

He attaches himself to your collarbones, marking across your skin with ugly red and purple bruises. His hands press your legs outwards, making them burn as he stretches them further apart than naturally possible. Slowly they inch down towards your centre so close to their target before you are interrupted by a cough at the doorway.

You look up to find Namjoon looking annoyed with his arms crossed, but Hoseok barely bothers to acknowledge his appearance, fingers finally finding their target as he pushes two inside of you with no warning.

"Hob-ah... I thought you were going to wait for me." Namjoon frowns.

"Got impatient." Hoseok shrugs, mouth refusing to detach from your collar.

You try to reach out for Namjoon but Hoseok curls his fingers at just the wrong moment, all thoughts of getting to your other lover abandoned instead for incoherent moans.

"I don't think you're doing a good enough job Hob-ah, the needy brat is still verbal." Namjoon scoffs.

Easily provoked, Hoseok immediately abandons his attempt to completely repaint your collar bones and drops into his stomach. His lips wrap expertly around your clit as his tongue dives into the centre of the nerves. You squeal and writhe as he attacks the sensitive bud.

Namjoon is quick to cross the room, pacing his lips on yours to swallow the noises that escape you. He bites hard on your bottom lip making it swell, a reminder of him that will likely last for days. His hand comes up around your throat holding you in place.

Hoseok pushes a third finger inside of you. The stretch proves too much and he works you through your second orgasm. His fingers maintain their pace and his tongue continues to wiggle against your clit preventing you from seeking any relief from the intense wave as it washes over you.

You try to moan out for Hoseok to stop, hands seeking his hair to tug at the strands but Namjoon stops you. His free hand bats yours away easily and his lips capture any noise that manages to escape past the hand constricting your throat.

"I thought this was what you wanted slut? Didn't you want our attention? Don't tell me after two orgasms you're ready to throw in the towel?" Namjoon whispers cruelly, biting at your earlobe.

Hoseok chuckles at Namjoon's taunts, the vibrations making your overstimulation worse. The man between your legs keeps going until your thighs are shaking, threatening to close in around his head, a third orgasm rattling through you. When he eventually does pull back, you're panting for air, Namjoon's hand finally fully releasing your throat.

Hoseok doesn't allow you much time to catch your breath, claiming your lips with his own, allowing you to taste yourself all over him, his chin dripping with you.

You're so wrapped up in what he is doing, you drift away from Namjoon, no longer aware of what he is doing. It's too late when you realise he is between your legs, dangerously pillowy lips torturously close to your clit. The bundle of nerves is still throbbing from Hobi's onslaught, not yet ready for more.

But Namjoon isn't always known for his patience.

He lays his tongue flat against your heat and licks a long slow line upwards, gathering your cum along his tongue. You try to scramble away as he flicks the tip over your clit, but are met by the headboard with nowhere to escape. Hoseok bites along your shoulder to distract you, settling in at your side so he can watch Namjoon go down on you. He reaches out and threads his finger in the other man's hair, guiding him along your sensitive pussy.

He is messier than Hoseok, much less precise in his movements. His tongue dips inside of you, pushing as far as he can manage before pulling back out and dragging upwards to circle your clit. It's just enough stimulation to keep you hanging, but never quite enough to push you over the precipice.

His hands dig into your thighs, pushing them away as they try to close around his head. Tears roll down your cheeks as he pulls back and bites at your legs in warning. You try to force them to stay open but the closer you get the more you tremble. Just when you think your legs are going to snap like a rubber band he lets you cum. Your thighs suffocate him as they rush to close around his head, shaking from the force of your fourth orgasm.

He doesn't seem to mind as he emerges beaming moments later. He reaches out to caress your face, wiping away the tear tracks.

"Are you okay love?" He asks.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice to have returned just yet. Namjoon wipes your cum from his face using his t-shirt and tosses the soiled garment towards the door to be dealt with later. He then pulls you forward into his lap, cuddling you closely.

Hoseok brushes a hand lovingly through your hair before disappearing from the room. He returns with wipes and snacks. He plugs the TV back in as he walks past and settles in on the bed next to Namjoon, playing with your hands.

"I'm sorry we've been busy lately, love," Namjoon whispers, kissing your head.

"Once I've finished this weekend's performance, all my schedules are finished, I'm all yours," Hoseok says.

They turn the TV back to the channel you had been watching when Hoseok had come in and set about cleaning you up as you lay limp in Namjoon's arms.

"You guys didn't cum..." You say as Hoseok pushes your legs apart to clean you up.

"I'm sure you'll make that up to us next time, I don't think you could handle anymore today," Hobi says.

As if to illustrate his point, he merely ghosts a wipe over your clit and it causes you to flinch.

"As long as next time is soon." You pout.

"Very soon," Namjoon promises " You have some very bratty behaviour to make up for..."

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Prompt from: @hobizjagiya

#namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jhope smut #rm smut #bts smut #bts fic #kpop smut #kpop fic #bts imagines #namjoon fic #hoseok fic #bts poly #rm fic #jhope fic #hobi smut #Hobi fic

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adobe-outdesign · 5 months

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Oh mannnnnn Neopets reviews…how do you feel about my fav, Blumaroo?

Blumaroos are very vaguely based off of kangaroos, but they don't share too much in common other than jumping ability and the -roo name. Instead, they have a great abstract design that feels pretty realistic while being a complete fantasy creature, with floppy trunk-like noses and details that they can bounce on.

Visually, the soft pink accents of the nose are complimented by the ears, and this base works as a good neutral to match any color. They have these nice dot eyes and smiles that capture their happy-go-lucky nature, and just have a nice shape to them. I also like them having their own land and distinct personalities; it helps them stick out a lot in my mind.

Customization-wise, the Blumaroo is a mixed bag. On the plus side, their old artwork was dated and needed a refresh (note the almost complete lack of shading). I like the way they're fatter now, the loss of the belly button is an improvement because it felt weird that they had one to begin with, and they come across as a bit happier in the new art.

But on the minus side, the lose of their old pose is a tragedy. Blumaroos bouncing and standing on their tails was one of their most interesting characters, and while it's obviously still a trait of the species, it's a shame that it's no longer shown in their art. This is particularly sad because their adorable heart-shaped feet are also hidden from view, which has the side-effect of no longer carrying the pink through the design as well as it used to.

I get that customization needed to regulate the poses a bit more, but seeing as each item has to be redrawn anyway, would it have been that hard to keep them on their tails? It's not like the Lutari where the pose would've made it difficult to see clothing or something. It's otherwise a fine conversion, but man, it would've been perfect if we got both the new art and old pose together.

Favorite colours:

Plushie: Blumaroos already look pretty huggable, but the plushie form ramps it up to 11. I love the soft blue color with just a few pops of color on the eyes and tail patch—it gives the impression of an old and much-loved plushie. The converted version isn't bad, but it unfortunately can't compete with the unconverted version, which has much bigger, floppier ears, a thicker tail, and a very cute pose.

Tyrannian: Speaking of colours that looked better unconverted, dang, the Tyrannian Blumaroo got it rough. I love the original's brows and horn-ears, with this nice neutral dappled brown serving as the base. The converted version had to change some things obviously, but it also feels like they didn't really try—why doesn't it keep the same expression (unconverted Darigan Blumaroos have different eyes, so it's obviously not a problem to change them)? Why is the brown on the tail so much lighter to the point where it's barely noticeable? Why is the ruff now red instead of the dark brown of the wings? Why are the horns so small, and why is the perspective wrong on them relative to the ears? Bleh. At least the original's still great.

Oil Paint: Thankfully, here's a Blumaroo color that looks great with the customized pose. Such a beautiful color palette, combining little strokes of colors with pretty flower-like blotches interspersed throughout. I love how the colors also flow with the body, like how the torso goes from green to red, or how there's red right around the feet. Lovely all around.

#neopets #neotag #blumaroo #neopet reviews

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marinersubmariner · 11 days

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I don't normally like to show WIP/sketchy/unfinished artwork because my process is a complete mess and I'm embarrassed by how bad it all is before I reach a point where I'm satisfied enough to call something done. That being said, as the AI inundation is upon us, it feels valuable to share the human trial and error and my own manic desperation that goes into making art. I always spend too much time on stuff that ends up looking like it should not have taken that much time, but I REALLY overcooked my last drawing and fried my own brain. Trying to draw a speeder bike was torture. Here's some of the goofy shit I did!

I really had intended to simply draw an existing speeder bike, but as I considered the ~aesthetic~ I wanted and examined the standard ROTJ-style bike, it wasn't working for me. In terms of motorcycles they're too much like choppers for my taste when I vastly prefer the chunky '80s futurism/cyberpunk/mecha anime look (clearly, since this started out as an Akira reference). But. I have zero expertise in mechanical design or even concept art itself. I do not know how vehicles work or how to draw them. And referencing either real or fictional motorcycles isn't a huge help because they have wheels to focus the design around, which of course hover bikes don't have.

So obviously trying to both design a speeder and draw it in perspective was really difficult to wrap my brain around. I started out by photographing one of my old '90s Micro Machines for reference, but it wasn't exactly useful for extrapolating the shape into a new design:

I sketched out some profiles, but, again, tough to convert to 3D using only my very weak power of imagination:

The only 3D-adjacent tool I know well enough to use is After Effects, which is a poor substitute for a real 3D modeler because it can really only do flat planes and basic shape extrusion, and it was too cumbersome for this. I started to try it and it sucked:

"Just learn a 3D program," you say. "Blender is free." WELL. Maybe someday. But not today. So I resorted to building it in miniature out of cardboard:

This is less mortifying than taking pose reference photos of myself (which I have done a lot! it's a great way to make yourself feel like a complete lunatic!!!) but it was also more work, so. Still makes me feel like a lunatic.

Thankfully it did make it possible for me to finally draw something. The design isn't groundbreaking, and I still have absolutely no idea how to create convincing mechanical details despite poring over mountains of concept art… but an attempt was made. My perspective is probably still out of whack because, despite having studied art throughout my entire academic career, I never officially learned all those multipoint perspective tricks, drawing cubes inside of cubes, etc. I've always preferred and been much better at organic shapes than anything mechanical or architectural.

My initial iterations were more X-Wing/BSG Viper-esque, but I kept being unhappy with the nose shape. I wanted it to be pointy and triangular but I couldn't add enough detail to make it interesting. Even after building it MULTIPLE TIMES I didn't like it, so the shape I ultimately landed on… wasn't one of the prototypes I built. LOL. It was just so hard to tell in the earlier stages, so I had to go through the whole refining process just to land on "nah." It looked alright in cardboard, and then translating it to line art, and then once I colored it I didn't like it. It would have been a lot easier if I could tell at an earlier stage than that!!!!!!

There wasn't any one ship/vehicle I referenced, but things I looked at for inspiration included: the Akira bike (obviously), Tron lightcycles, every time we've ever seen a speeder bike in any piece of Star Wars media, actual motorcycles, X-Wings, A-Wings, U-Wings, Jedi Vectors… etc.

Once I had settled on the split nose, I tried adding vertical stabilizers to the tail section for some more interest back there and to balance out the front, but even though I liked them I thought they made it too busy. It also started to look too much like a miniature ship instead of a bike, like he was riding one of those coin-operated kiddie rides. No!!! I wanted this to look cool!!! So I stuck with the nondescript tail section.

Pose and likeness referencing aren't very exciting but just know that I use a mishmash of references for literally everything. Normally I would pose myself (even though translating my own blobby female proportions into those of a large man is another layer of awkward difficulty), but riding a speeder is a tough action to recreate so I downloaded the "MagicPoser" app on my phone and used that instead. The basic version is free and you can move around limbs and joints in their normal range of motion—some of it gets rubbery, but for the most part it did what I needed it to do.

Also just had to make up an excuse to put him in a pilot helmet! The shape is based on a Y-Wing helmet—a personal favorite of mine—which made sense to me for using on a speeder since it has more face coverage like motorcycle helmets tend to have. (not that I drew him actually wearing it on the speeder, haha. safety first, kids!!—UNLESS you're a dumbass space wizard, then just do whatever looks cool.) I really waffled back and forth on what color to make the visor, because I'm extremely partial to the pink from the Y-Wing helmet, but ultimately I went with the more traditional yellow-orange. Either one looks good with blue and white so I still like 'em both.

This all feels like it was an enormous waste of time, but I did realize the thing that was in my head, so. I guess that's an accomplishment. Unfortunately the problem with making art for myself is that I invariably end up hating my own work, and being in a dead/dying fandom on a dead/dying platform means there is very little external validation to counteract the self-loathing brain worms. Agony!

#my art #my constant need to overexplain myself

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jgroffdaily · 1 year

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A long interview with Jonathan at Newsweek by H Alan Scott:

When you're an actor in an M. Night Shyamalan movie, it's easy to start obsessing over the eventual twists that are surely to come. But as Jonathan Groff experienced in Shyamalan's new film Knock at the Cabin (February 3), it's easy to get "lost" in the story. "We're really submitting to his vision and trying to help him achieve exactly what he wants." Groff plays Andrew [incorrect], a father held hostage along with his partner and young daughter by criminals who force them to make an impossible decision to avert the end of the apocalypse. Groff says he understood Andrew "in a primal way" and that this was "the first time I've ever done a horror movie. So it was a real education." For an actor so known for his voice, both in the Frozen franchise (as Kristoff), but also in Broadway musicals like Spring Awakening and Hamilton, the difference between stage and screen is huge. "I've really appreciated my time doing film and television, because it really keeps me on my toes" and that "there is something really freeing about the intimacy of film and TV that I really love."

What about Knock at the Cabin excited you?

Well, Night is one of those filmmakers, there's a handful of them, where I went to go see their films in the theater throughout my life. I distinctly remember the experiences where you really feel the director's eye throughout it and to me, his films, they feel special and they feel specific to him. So he's one of those people that even before reading the script or anything, I always wanted to work with because he's got that very specific point of view. So Night was the first draw. And then when I read the script I was pretty freaked out. It grabbed me in a very primal, visceral way. The choice that's posed in the trailer. The idea of sacrifice and family and home invasion and all of it felt really primal. I had a very visceral reaction to it. My heart was racing. And I had a feeling about the character of Eric, I understood him in a primal way. Then I read the book, Cabin at the End of the World, and that destroyed me. It's such a beautifully written novel. And then Night and I had a Zoom meeting, I made an audition tape, we did a meeting and we had an immediate connection. He lives just outside of Philly, and I'm from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I've got this dream of converting my dad's horse farm into an artist's retreat. He's trained and raised horses his whole life for a living and I have this dream of taking over the farm. When I was Zooming with Night, he was in a converted horse stable in Pennsylvania four minutes from where my family lives and where I live as well in Pennsylvania. That was totally crazy and surreal and it felt like kismet.

You’ll be like Marina Abramović, with the artist's retreat in the countryside

It's funny, we made this documentary about Spring Awakening, which is a show I did on Broadway 15 years ago, and part of the documentary is the whole cast coming to my family's farm in Pennsylvania. It started in that moment. I grew up playing pretend on the farm and dress-up, I was Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. A very creative energy there on the farm as a kid. And then bringing my friends there during Spring Awakening, they got really inspired and excited being there. There's a lot of Amish farms and they don't use electricity, there's something creative and something in the air in that area. I want to make it into an artists' retreat because I think it's just an inspiring place to be.

When you're working on an M. Night movie, do you know the twist? If you do, how do you get that out of your head while you're acting?

He's got the whole movie storyboarded, almost like a comic strip. From when we walked in, even from our very first rehearsals, he's got it all planned out. He knows exactly the shots that he's going to do and exactly how he wants to tell the story. So it's kind of easy to get lost inside of his process. Because as the actors, we're really submitting to his vision and trying to help him achieve exactly what he wants because he knows exactly what he wants, and he's incredibly specific. But, for the most part, it's one location, and we shot it pretty much completely in order, which also made it easy mentally to go through. Working with Night, he really seduces you into his world and into his methods, so playing the ending or not playing the ending, I didn't even think about that. I was just trying to play each specific moment. And one of the fun things about this movie in particular, there's seven of us through most of the movie, all together, and he really created an environment in rehearsal, which is also great. We had a couple of weeks of rehearsal before we did it and then on set where we were, all seven of us, passing the ball back and forth and in the movie. You really feel that when you watch it, everybody was fully committed and really playing with each other. So it was really easy to get lost in the story.

With the premise of this film, it feels like every scene would be very intense. How do you maintain that intensity without going crazy?

It's the first time I've ever done a horror movie. So it was a real education. You're at a certain fever pitch the entire time from an acting standpoint. All seven of the actors were there to show up and really commit, no one was phoning it in. No one was thinking of this as like an easy job or something. Everybody was really committed the whole time. And it was really intense and extreme emotions. We would do some of the scenes and just come off set and be like, "Wow, that was really something." We had a real camaraderie between the seven of us and we would laugh a lot on the breaks and just kind of chill and release from the intensity of the experience, and that really helped. We did fun stuff in Philadelphia—like Night's wife, she teaches an exercise like Zumba [but not]. One Saturday, Sunday morning, we all went and did that. So we had a lot of fun that offset the intensity of the scenes. But it was intense.

When you're in a film like this, how do you keep the twist a secret? I'd totally give it away in casual conversation.

In casual conversation I've totally given everything. I'm not great at hiding that stuff but—out of respect for the movie and out of respect for Night and how he really is such a passionate filmmaker and he takes what he does so seriously and it means so much to him—so out of respect of the movie, in interviews, I can be an adult and put on my filter. But in life I'm a little more loose-lipped.

I'm the same way. Don't tell me secrets.

I’m good at keeping secrets when it's important. There's some study I remember reading at some point that even if something is spoiled, if it's well made, it doesn't matter. I believe in this movie enough to think that even if you knew what was going to happen, it would still be an enjoyable experience.

If you could be in any M. Night film, which one would you be in?

Such a good question. I mean, Old and just be on the beach the whole time seems like it would have been really fun. Especially because I know they shot that during COVID. But that's more...

A vacation.

Yeah, yes. I'm glad. Let me think, who I would have wanted to be in one of his movies? I really have no idea.

I would want you to be Bryce Dallas Howard in The Village. I think that would be really fun.

Oh my god, I'm stealing that answer. Yes, I'll take it.

What's harder, Broadway or TV/film?

I’m a creature of habit, and I like to do things over and over again. So for me, artistically, I feel more comfortable and I feel more at ease on the acting meditation of theater, because it's making the same thing every day, fresh and finding something new in the repeated pattern. But the meditation of acting in film and TV, that is more challenging for me and it's less in line with who I am as a person. Every day it's something different. So I've really appreciated my time doing film and television, because it really keeps me on my toes and it really keeps my knife sharp. Because I am more out of my comfort zone doing something different every day and not getting to settle into that repeated thing. Some actors find it way more difficult to do the same thing every day and find it easier to do a different scene every day, but it's the reverse for me. It's sort of like long distance running as opposed to sprinting, I would say theater is like a long distance and film/TV is more like a sprint with scene work. Getting that opportunity to do that scene in one day and then you never get to do it again is daunting, it's exciting, but also daunting because you've got one shot. So it's that kind of adrenaline and that unique opportunity that keeps me coming back to film and TV. I love the intimacy of how if the camera sees it, you feel it, you don't have to project to the last row of the balcony. There is something really freeing about the intimacy of film and TV that I really love as well.

I find theater people often don't like to watch themselves on film. Do you?

I watch everything I do once. Maybe there's a couple things that I've watched more than once, but it doesn't bother me when I watch myself. I do have moments of regret when I watch myself. But I do think theater is more the actor's medium because we tell the story every night over the course of however long the play or musical is. But what I like about watching film and TV back the one time is to know what the story ended up being. Because we don't know when we're in it, the same as with Knock at the Cabin. I mean, most of it is the same but what are the editing choices? What did they cut out? What did they amplify? What is the score? All those elements are such huge parts of the storytelling and it's always really fascinating for me to see what the product is in the end. I really enjoy that part of it. That's unrelated to watching myself, which is always complicated, but ultimately fine. I can get over the mistakes I've made.

When are we going to get another Mindhunter? I need it very badly.

I have no idea. It's all up to David [Fincher]. If he wants to do it, I'm sure all of us would run in and go back and do it immediately. David is such a consummate artist and he packs so much into his work, so it makes sense that it would be something that would be played again and again. I'm excited for his next movie.

#jonathan groff #knock at the cabin #m night shyamalan #knock at the cabin promo #interview

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My Happy Marriage Episode 7: Glamorous Lady of Summer

Through cinder and ash, life will find a way to persist. Perhaps in a new and different form, or in a completely new area. This latest episode of My Happy Marriage (which I'm a day late posting, sorry) understands and executes on the concept rather well, leaving quite a few pieces in the balance for viewers to bite into in the mean time.

Overall it's a more sluggish, or maybe better described as methodic, episode. It essentially hits the reset button on plenty of characters and story arcs, allowing the series to take a step forward into its wider world. It's certainly not bad, it's just.... almost disinteresting. The episode is certainly at risk through the front half to maybe even two-thirds of turning people away due to the simplicity with how it approaches the subjects involved.

Of course, not all is typical or expected, as there's certainly good pieces here and there. The idea of Miyo's mother (and subsequently her own powers) being tied to the Sakura tree is well done and poses an interesting question: whose power is being used? Is it the same? The Sakura tree clearly represents Miyo's mother, but in the same breath it also expresses Miyo's life up until this point. With that in mind, it's possible that the Sakura "stored" (or more likely sealed) Miyo's powers away. But that doesn't leave me with an answer that I find perfectly satisfactory. To extend on it, it feels like not only was it Miyo's power that was in the Sakura, but her mother's as well. In fact, I'd go as far to say that the power is one and the same. Regardless of interpretation, it's undoubtedly a piece that needed to be explored and I'm really hoping they convert on the appearance of it rather quickly.

Following Miyo's encounter with her mother's stump (a bit of a weird phrase, for sure) she finds Kouji amidst all the rubble, and the two strike up a conversation. It's solid, well thought out, and does well to close out the tension and partially heal the rift between the two of them. Kouji finally addresses the piece of him that he was avoiding, and a similar story is said on Miyo's end. There's not a lot to add to the interaction simply because it's very lightweight and serves only to deliver on that which it wants to. I suppose the only thing to add is that I enjoy they had this warm talk in the same location that they usually would, at least before Miyo was sent off to the Kudo household.

And just to close out the front half, Kaya is sent to be a servant in a new home. Not too surprising as it's a form of punishment and brings the idea of noble to servant full circle with her story alongside Miyo's. I really don't mind it, but it feels a little too on the nose. Remaining within Japan, getting put directly to work as a servant, it feels too right for the situation. Personally, given the awareness and sort of background noise that's provided by the international world, I feel like sending her abroad to a Japanese household or something similar would have been a more sensible choice. It gives Kaya a totally new perspective as well as a reason to slowly blot her out from the story if need be. Keeping her in Japan just feels like they want to keep her around for just the right moment for Miyo, that her story does not have a suitable end. But yeah, just to re-iterate, I don't mind the current trajectory of her story.

From here we move on to the back half which is far more interesting, and does a better job overall with its material. Even just simple things like the addition of Kiyoka's elder sister to expand on the cast. Though they make it into a one-two punch as they reveal her story partially through her character design. A far more modern and Western air wafts about her and her clothing, with simple things like the pearls displayed around her neck or decorating her ears. Or, things as obvious as the short hairstyle. The point remains that she's giving the air of someone up to speed with the times and the outside world.

As for why she's showed up? Well, it's to give Miyo lessons on how to be a lady, and to fill the gap of Kaya as the "sister" in relation to Miyo. All in all it's a smart and rather effective move that also helps move our story along, even if just by a little bit. She brings energy and excitement into the fray, and drags the plot closer to a slice of life.

We don't dwell on Kiyoka's sister for that long though, as the episode must keep going. Following her up we move to a grouping of monks surrounding a large stone, focused in prayer or incantation. Very quickly things get out of control however, and the evil that they were sealing away in the massive stone is released.

I'd like to point out that while these spirits/yokai have two pairs of three eyes, thanks to how they appear at distance with the glow, the two in the background have what appear to be glowing heart eyes. A rather funny happenstance for sure.

Anyways, on the event itself. The idea is interesting, but feels underexplored. It makes sense, but it doesn't add up. These people are in the middle of a forest praying away in the middle of the night? Their fire that they seem to consistently use destroys the barrier? There's not enough built around the scene to make it make sense. There's no change over of people to show that it's an around the clock thing, and there's nothing to directly indicate to viewers inherent foul play with the spread of the fire. Undeniably, the words of Kiyoka's superior that follow this scene confirm that there is suspected foul play, but in the moment there's nothing that tells viewers what's going on.

Now, just to tie a neat knot on this episode, the production on it wasn't great. There is lots of off model work, the direction is rather flat and straightforward, the animation isn't impressive by any means, and the layouts/boarding really tend to linger and focus on closeups. By all means, the production is reeling from the effort put into the prior. Not anything to be wary of, but just worth pointing out as a pitfall of the episode.

At the end of it all, this episode does well to sever ties to the story arc prior to it and attempts to press onwards to explore the supernatural aspect instead. I think there's a lot more potential in it than there was the Cinderella story, but I also think there's even more danger in how they approach it. Whether or not Miyo involves herself directly and is given agency is an important piece considering her background. Even though she gets to better learn how to be a lady, Kiyoka exerts control (though for the right reasons) to limit Miyo's options. It's not bad, but continuing to lock her up and place her in the direct care of another feels, like it is for Miyo, very much limiting. So to reiterate, I'm still hopeful, just a little on edge.

#my happy marriage #watashitachi no shiawase na jikan #watakekkon #わたしの幸せな結婚 #my blissful marriage #kinema citrus #anime recommendation #anime review #anime and manga #anime #romance anime

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17 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

*working process* I decided to make a fully revamped version of my original ideas for TS3, especially since so many new programs and whatnot are coming out to enhance the game itself. Amazing creators, programmers, and those who write tutorials help make this possible, and for TS3 to keep going. They are to be thanked profusely! I'm definitely not a programmer, but learning from the tutorials, I'm learning to make tattoos, makeup, and hopefully convert some poses from TS4. ...that is, if all goes well on my end. Trial and error, people---trial and error. I've tried researching a lot of these between different Sims wikis and stuff--but I know not everything is super detailed. :/ Alright, let's get into it. These are personally things I would like to see in my game, mind you. We'll start with the most obvious one. * * * X - TS3 Conversions (( EA preferably; TS1/TS2/TS4/TSM/TSM:P&N/Stories/Castaway/Freeplay/etc. )): ~ Build/buy/CAW (( in-depth TS4 document here -- still working on the others )) ~ CAS (( in-depth TS4 document here -- still working on the others )) ~ Animations ~ Mods/game enhancements/activities/skills/hobbies/new interactions: ~ A mod that changes a "family relation" to another (( ie; cousin, grandparent, uncle, etc. )) in-game. I'm not sure what you call this, but nothing exists for it. I have a pair of (( created )) Sims who are siblings in the game, but they are meant to be cousins. I don't really want to go about and go the freaking long way around for make a pair of sisters who get have kids who are cousins and then kill off said mothers, just to make them cousins, you know? I'd have to do that to ALL my character Sims. >__> I'd like to to go and click NRAAS, select "change family relation", and click on cousin, or whatever other option I want to choose for that particular Sim. Does that make sense? ~ Plopsy App (( to sell items on )) ~ Simstagram (( on phone )) ~ Dating app (( on phone )) ~ Pay bills by phone ~ More activities on computers (( based on TS2/TS4, but other fun stuff as well! )) ~ Pen-pals (( like in TS4 )) with postcards from other worlds ~ TS2 & TS4 TV channels added to the TV (( all videos files under new TV station names )), plus Movies On Demand (( would be amazing for movie night, PLUS a drive-in theatre/movie theatre! )) ~ Better yoga (( with TS4 animations, and maybe some of the TS2 yoga animations--I always loved with they went up on one finger when they peaked the skill )) with children and teens added ~ More outdoor activities, such as: skiing, hiking, jogging, log rolling, ax-throwing, rock-climbing, snowboarding ~ Crank/prank calling for YA/A and older--maybe with certain traits? I feel like childish or inappropriate Sims would do that. Also, maybe with the TS1/TS2 cards, because those were pretty fun. ~ To go with the above; pranks for YA and older Sims, perhaps also based on certain traits (( also basing both cranks/pranks on TS1/TS2/TS4 )). Exactly WHY did older Sims not get a chance to pull pranks? I don't get that. ~ Usable/workable holiday cracker, Lin-Z, space heater, punching bag, roombas, hammock, ear buds ~ Writing in a journal (( based on Sims 2 & Sims 4 )) ~ Programming ~ New skills/activities/craftable/whatever this would be categorized (( based on TS2/TS4/TSM )): cross-stitching, candle making, fabricator, juice fizzing, herbalism, woodworking, invention constructor, flower arranging, blacksmithing, mining, brewing (( I have pirates that would LOVE this )), vacuuming, sword-fighting/dueling ~ A more moveable broom, based on TS4 brooms (( I saw this in a group I'm on on FB--they thought maybe the jetpack would help if said broom was modded )) ~ Hospital/personal Sim: breastfeeding, teens can get acne/zits like in TS2 & use cream for it, more diseases/illnesses (( based on TS2/TS4/TSM )), menstrual for female teen-adult Sims (( I thought there WAS one, but perhaps more improved? )), revamped hospital mod ~ More added places to Woohoo + Teens can "mess around" (( because I like that it sounds better; based on TS2/TS4, locations/objects

included )) ~ Beach/pool stuff: more pool interactions (( like playing Marco Polo! Based on TS2/TS4 )), EVERYONE can build a sandcastle (( whyyyyyyy do kids only get to build stuff? XP )), more sand-related gameplay (( based on TS2/TS4; come on, don't you think my pirates would like to search for buried treasure? XD )) ~ Lutes/Playing Lute (( with TSM music )) ~ Closets ~ TSM denominations (( Peteran & Jacoban )) ~ Turn-ons/Turn-Offs (( based between TS2 and TS4; I miss this )) ~ Hobbies and interests ~ Sims 2 Style Jealousy (( there was a mod made, but it's lost/link gone )) ~ Spa features: facial masks, manicures/pedicures (( something similar to using a tattoo station? )) ~ Pets have jobs (( based on TS2 )) ~ TS4 Style Canning mod ~ A recipe book like how TS4 modders do their custom food (( is that possible? )) ~ New interactions/pie menu options: new dances, a better improved added romance of this mod, more conversation/romance/social/pregnancy options based on TS1/TS2/TS4/TSM and also this mod (( which would go lovely with medieval gameplay--and also my pirates, although they are more modern, lol )), more baby-teen only menu options, more supernatural only menu options ~ Sims wear/change into a towel after showering ~ TS4 collectibles as TS3 collectibles/new found treasures ~ Kids have crushes + one-sided crushes on teen+ Sims ~ Lightsabres ~ Setting a table ~ Toasting Food/Food related: ~ My in-depth document here (( basically EA food/drinks to TS3 as decor or edible for fridge, recipes, cooking/baking, vending machines, food stalls, more plants/vegetation, new herbs, and so forth, similar to this mod )) Careers (( based on Sims 2 and Sims 4 only )) : ~ Archaeology (( I was unsure where to put this one exactly, so career it is! For now. )) ~ Veterinarian ~ Critic/Food Critic ~ Astronaut ~ Law ~ Social Media ~ Jobs for teens only: babysitter, fast food employee, barista ~ Adventurer ~ Oceanography ~ Engineer ~ Entertainer/Comedian ~ Secret Agent NPCs: ~ Bigfoot ~ Santa Claus/Father Winter ~ Sea Monster ~ Social Bunny ~ Mascots: Yamachan, Flower Bunny, the cow from TS2: University, Darby the Dragon, Lobster Larry ~ Caterer ~ Food delivery service ~ Grocery delivery service Animals/pets/creatures (( note: can be functional like the sheep, or just statues, but would prefer the llamas to at least be functional )) : ~ Llamas (( with/without clothing )) ~ Cows (( with/without clothing )) ~ Chickens (( with/without clothing )) ~ Foxes (( with/without clothing )) ~ Bunnies (( with/without clothing )) ~ Growable Cowplant with life states ~ Skunks ~ Penguin ~ Bubalus, Hamster ~ Dust Bunnies Playable Games: ~ Majong ~ Don't Wake The Llama ~ Voidcritter Battle Station ~ Checkers ~ MYSHUNO ~ Kicky Bag ~ Sabacc Vacation Worlds (( small-medium sized/travel-based; they do not have to be huge at all, obviously, as they are meant for vacationing )): ~ Strangerville ~ Sulani ~ Batuu (( not even going to be sorry for this one )) ~ Sixam ~ The Magic Realm ~ Mt.Komorebi ~ Selvadorada ~ Granite Falls ~ Henford-on-Bagley ~ Takemizu Village ~ Twikkii Island ~ Three Lakes (( a better version; the one I've downloaded won't let you add anything to it. *sigh* Otherwise, it's a pretty good world! )) ~ TSM (( or a likeness of )) based world; I'm not sure what it's actually called in the game Lots: ~ Magic Town ~ The Lava Pools ~ Vet Clinic ~ Ancient Ruins ~ Forgotten Grotto ~ Sylvan Glade ~ Plumbob Pictures (( I could see this being all the different sets in one as well )) ~ Jacoban Church and Peteran Monastery (( although, if a TSM world were built, then scratch these )) Other: ~ Bulge slider ~ Topical details overhaul: utilizing the section for more stickable details; eye lights, scars, zits/acne, birthmarks, lip moles, lip corners, freckles, cleavage, etc. (( I'm going to ATTEMPT to do this. )) ~ More tattoo options: more body-wise tattoos; birthmarks, alien markings, cleavage, etc. (( I'm trying to attempt this as well. Might be easier than the topical details--or utilize some of the topical details FOR facial

tattoos as

well. We'll see! Baby

steps, lol. )) ~ New moodlets based on TS4 (( based on the aforementioned new interactions, activities, hobbies, etc. )) ~ New traits: Whale Ate My Parents, Drunkard, Call of the Sea, Dread Pirate, Licentious, Chivalrous, Foodie, Gloomy, Lactose intolerant, Materialistic, Squeamish, Twisted Heart, Understand Baby, Picky Eater ~ TS2/TS4/TSM converted special effects/sounds, as another type of fog emitter? ~ Does anyone make lighting mods anymore? Those were fun! ~ Enayla's skintone converted to TS3 (( her skintones were the BEST in TS2; so fanciful! Someone did manage to convert one, but now it's lost to cyberspace. *sigh* )) ~ MM or semi-realistic male underwear. Why do male Sims have, like, no fun undies? They also lack in sleepwear and swimwear, too. Sorry, but I prefer my males to not look like as if they rolled out of bed. ~ New/other hair appearances; Bride of Frankenstein (( one/two streak[s] on the side of hair )), twisted colours, bangs only option * * * Again, these are things I'd like personally for my game, and I will probably add to this in the future. I do seemingly cater to my pirates quite a bit, too. xD Having said this, I do know of people working or experimenting on some stuff mentioned above, or I have requested certain items to be converted--which I deeply appreciate!--and this list isn't meant to take away from their ideas or anything. Sometimes great minds DO think alike, but some are better at getting it done than others. XD For the majority of my list however, IS based off the Sims franchises.

20 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Even more MOAR Radio Stations!

Hello, hello, hello! Thanks to the AWESOME @twinsimming, who kindly gave me some of my requested music so I can update my Radio Stations, I bring you UPDATED RADIO STATIONS! *cheers* *crickets* Um... anyway, let's get into it! XD Stations added to--- Retro: Mark Mothersbaugh and Hyper ~ Sim Time Sim Place (Hyper Remix) Marc Russo ~ Funky Sim New Age: Mallet Maven ~ Liquid Transience Immortality ~ The Tenth Sub Level of Revival World: Min He ~ Ceremony Min He ~ Red Candle Varinasi ~ Dahisar Goa Goa ~ Mumbai Miraj And a BRAND NEW STATION........... Carnaval Beats: Pabllo Vittar ~ Buzina Sixam Drum Core (Jerry Martin) ~ Carnaval Beats Silva & RDD ~ Te Vi Na Rua Thiago França ~ Ladeira Véia Thiago França ~ Frevo de Segunda Credits: The Broadcaster -- for this wouldn't be possible without this mod (( I have dreamt SO long for something like this to be possible )) Mypantsfelldown -- for some of the music extracted for me (( I think I forgot to credit them before in my last upload! SO SORRY! x_x; They were kind enough to extract music and I FAILED them. *sobs* Seriously though, they have great content and are super nice, so go download their stuff, too! )) @twinsimming -- for extracting music for me as well! You are SUPER helpful and extremely nice for doing this for me. :) And don't forget to look at the original page for Sims 1 / 2 / 4 / TSM radio stations if you want others! :D Still looking for these songs if anyone is willing to help me update the rest. ^^; Alice Longyu Gao ~ DTM [ alternative ] (( patch )) Life in Sweatpants ~ Good 2 Yourself [ alternative ] (( My Wedding Stories )) Maiya Sykes ~ At Last [ Romance ] (( patch )) Alies Sluiter ~ Happy Traveller [ World ] (( patch )) Jody Jenkins ~ Grand Souks [ World ] (( patch )) Paul Mottram ~ Freygish Dance [ World ] (( patch )) BENEE ~ Kool [ alternative ] (( Werewolves )) Parquet Courts ~ Walking At A Downtown Pace [ alternative ] (( Werewolves )) Electric Jalaba ~ Briando [ electronica ] (( Werewolves )) Blue Blood ~ Vwamplo [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) Jagwar Twin ~ Happy Face [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) Jazz Alonso ~ Praying Mantis [ spooky ] (( Werewolves )) I would totally appreciate the help! :)

43 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

TS4 - TS3 Snowy Escape Manhole Covers Yes, you heard right, I converted something to actually share. *le gasp* I had the free trial of the Snowy Escape pack and surprisingly the objects are still listed in my game as I still have them. I haven't played or updated my game since, because I'm afraid of losing them, lol. I really wanted to try to convert as much as possible, but my skillz are limited with what I have. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this small piece of CC. I THINK it's enabled to CAW, but totally unsure. I would have checked myself, but I can't get into my game currently (( again. Now the bypass launcher won't work, but I might have to restart my computer to get it to work )) and I have sooo many things to test out. Credit: EA for the mesh | @phoebejaysims for testing out the CC & for the picture; credit totally goes to her for all of that! ~* Download *~

44 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Even MOAR Radio Stations!

Hello everyone! Taking a small break from attempting to convert Sims 4 tattoos and makeup to Sims 3 (( a huge shoutout to @murfeelee for helping me in this! )) to bring you some fun content. So, as a late New Years and early Valentine's Day gift, I've decided that I'm going to upload the rest of my radio stations and let you guys go crazy with it. XD And, because, why not? You can use these for any occasion your Sims need. Parties? Check. Medieval? Check. Spa and meditation? Check and check. Holidays/vacations/locations? Check/check/check. Cottage living? Check. Basically... whatever. Again, these were made for my personal use, so I chose the music *I* personally liked (( listed below )) from TS1, TS2, TS4, and TSM, and were made with, of course, The Broadcaster--which is seriously my favourite program ever. Without it, these stations would have never been possible. Alright, let's get into it. * * * * Baroque Station: Patrick Hawes ~ Aristocrat Tobin Meegan and Gallant ~ Baroque Elegance Julian Gallant ~ In the Parlour Bouwe Dykstra ~ Minuet Batuu Station: John T. Williams ~ Star Wars Main Theme John T. Williams ~ Kylo Ren Arrives at the Battle John T. Williams ~ Rey's Theme Harlan Hodges ~ Marketplace John T. Williams ~ Who Are You? Guy Mayzig ~ Galma Randy Kerber ~ Marketplace Hora Beckerman Green and Douek ~ Ti Lo Laka Randy Kerber ~ Mischevious John T. Williams ~ March Of The Resistance Kevin Kliner ~ Victory On Ryloth John T. Williams ~ Finale Cottagecore Station: Beabadoobee ~ Last Day On Earth Chloe Kat ~ Zooboe Bryyboe Japanese Breakfast ~ Be Sweet Vagabon ~ In A Bind (Batry Powr remix) DJ R-3X Stereo Station: Adam Gubman and Matthew Wood ~ Blue Milke Surprise Chaka Mater Laka ~ Batuu Boogie Elem Zadowz ~ Huttuk Cheeka Figrin D an and the Modal Nodes ~ Modal Notes Mus Kat and Nalpak ~ Doshka Tamir Muskat And Ori Kaplan ~ Til the Spire Easy Listening Station: Haydn ~ Flute Quartet In A Major Brahms ~ Hungarian Dance No. 7 Mozart ~ Quintet In A Major Haydn ~ Serenade No. 5 Schubert ~ Standchen Haydn ~ String Quartet Op. 1 No. 2 Steve Jablonsky ~ Tracking Home Steve Jablonsky ~ Forest Escape Steve Jablonsky ~ Uncovering Ground Steve Jablonsky ~ Wonder-Landing Tim Garland ~ The Architects Eye DT Jm me ~ 16th Precinct O'Brien ~ Elevator Ilan Eshkeri ~ Argument for Violin and Cello Ilan Eshkeri ~ Caprice 3 Ilan Eshkeri ~ Passacaglia for Viola and Cello Ilan Eshkeri ~ Piano Nocturne Marc Russo ~ Now Entering Paul Mottram ~ Belle Vie Tim Devine ~ Impressions of Twilight Paul Mottram ~ Livewire David Kelly ~ Solace Tobin Meegan ~ Unhinged Focus Station: Breakfast for Dinner ~ Phonometrics Drew Boles ~ Slow Run Stuart and Milvia ~ Grape Jelly Briana Billups ~ Black Keys Gustave ~ Bird in a Bee House Unicorn Hunter ~ After Hours Housemix Station: Annie ~ Heartbeat Christian Forss ~ Hubny Harb The Faders ~ Jump Japanese Folk Station: Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Gyokuro Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Hojicha Ilan Eshkeri, Steve McLaughlin ~ Shincha Steve McLaughlin, Ilan Eshkeri ~ Bancha Steve McLaughlin, Ilan Eshkeri ~ Kukicha EA ~ Snowy Escape Main Theme (calm) Jazz Station: Tim Garland ~ Candle And Firelight Paul Mottram ~ Cast Your Cares Away Tobin and Meegan ~ When Dreams Come True Darren Johnston ~ Dorm Beat Darren Johnston ~ Good Evening Bella Darren Johnston ~ Down in Town Darren Johnston ~ Mortimer's Touch Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Simply Bop Latino Station: Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Cherry Cha Cha [ hands down the BEST song in all of the Sims history! XD ] Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Heat Of The Heart El Impactante ~ Creekazon Rebeca Mauleón ~ Salsa of the SimKing Rebeca Mauleón ~ Fire of the Newbie Lluvia y Sol ~ Fwaybo Los Amantes ~ Cloz Pomorez Kirk Casey ~ Dance The Dawn Tito Puente ~ Machito Forever (Cut Chemist Remix) Lullubies Station: Terry Devine King ~ Storybrook Terry Devine King ~ Fairydust Alexander L'Estrange ~ Hush Little Baby David O'Brien ~ London Bridge Is Falling Down Alexander L'Estrange ~ Twinkle Twinkle Paul Mottram ~ Lullaby Brahms New Age Station: The Dawn of Dar ~

Stardust Temple The Unicorn Hunter ~ Into The Crystal The Dawn of Dar ~ Moonbeam Beach The Unicorn Hunter ~ Tears Of The Dolphin Dream Crystal Paws ~ Temporal Tonic Jerry Martin ~ Tender Portions New Wave Station: Kajagoogoo ~ Too Shy Shy Depeche Mode ~ Suffer Well The Epoxies ~ Synthesized Bring The Kids Out ~ It Wouldn't be so bad Bring The Kids Out ~ Touch And Go Howard Jones ~ Things Can Only Get Better EA ~ Sims 2 New Wave Theme NuDisco Station: Marc Russo ~ Funky Sim Cape Lion ~ Mainland J Martin ~ Oogie Fever Panama ~ We Have Love Retro Station: Marc Russo ~ Simbuy Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Comansnala Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Simstation Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Ishneticht Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Muenwana Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hey Baby Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Onta Da Lupa Alt Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Midnight Serenade Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Neo Swing Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Wa Wa Wa Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Old New York Jerry Martin ~ Mall Rat Sims AM Station [ as a news station ] : EA ~ Action EA ~ Animal Show EA ~ Horror EA ~ The News EA ~ Romance EA ~ Entertainment EA ~ Sports EA ~ Cartoons EA ~ Passionate Kiss (3) SPOP Station: Shuhei Kita ~ Kinzakura no Chigiri ZAQ ~ Philosophy of Dear World Kenichi Suzumura ~ SHIPS Sayaka Sasaki ~ WASTELANDERS CHAI ~ keep on rocking Nanawoakari ~ Kanzen Houki Sengen SASUKE ~ Part 2 Unite Satisfy ~ Ninhursag's Tone YOASOBI ~ Harujion Summer Strut Station: Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guitar Fiction Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guitar Tsunami Jerry Martin ~ Sims Vacation Kirk Casey ~ Sims Wipe Out Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Surf Guitar A Gogo Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Surfs Up Ziggy Marley ~ Make Some Music Tom Fox ~ Oceania Jeremy Sherman ~ Hawaii Bounce Frank Mizen ~ On The Island Mark Buys ~ Solomon Beach Party Lincoln Grounds ~ Be Pacific KAI KAIPO ~ KAOLA UBULOO SimsAM ~ Cruel Summer SimsAM ~ Hot In Herre SimsAM ~ Walking on Sunshine SimsAM ~ School's Out SimsAM ~ Steal My Sunshine Unicorn Hunter ~ Boogie Boardin Stasis Tavern Station [ TSM; meant for taverns or medieval gameplay--but you do you! I have pirates. ] : John Debney ~ A Royal Reception John Debney ~ No. 5 John Debney ~ Arise, Watcher John Debney ~ No. 6 John Debney ~ Epic Theme John Debney ~ No. 7 John Debney ~ Festival and Faire John Debney ~ No. 9 John Debney ~ Incantus Magicus John Debney ~ No. 14 John Debney ~ Jacoban Church John Debney ~ No. 16 John Debney ~ Mirthful Steps John Debney ~ No. 17 John Debney ~ Moldheart's Hornpipe John Debney ~ No. 21 John Debney ~ Peteran Church John Debney ~ No. 30 John Debney ~ Quest Theme John Debney ~ No. 40 John Debney ~ The Build Master's Gigue John Debney ~ No. 41 John Debney ~ The Masquerade Ball John Debney ~ The Snoozemeister's Lullaby Toddler Station: Philip Guyler ~ Mitch and Mouse Paul Mottram ~ Humpty Dumpty Paul Mottram ~ This Old Man Elfed Hayes ~ Oranges and Lemons Terry King ~ Bubba Dum Guyler Grounds ~ My Old Barn University Station: Barenaked Ladies ~ Easy Flyleaf ~ Cassie Saving Jane ~ Girl Next Door Georgia ~ About Work The Dancefloor All Time Low ~ Good Times Charlotte Martin ~ Beautiful Life The Pussy Cat Dolls ~ Don't Cha Carly Rae Jepsen ~ Run Away With Me Aly & AJ ~ Chemicals React The Midnight ~ Explorers Tegan And Sara ~ Stop Desire Katy Perry ~ Hot 'N Cold Ludo ~ Love Me Dead MC Llama-lot ~ Feelin' Spline Natasha Bedingfield ~ Pocket Full Of Sunshine Bishop Briggs ~ JEKYLL & HIDE Touchstone ~ Simpatico Lily Allen ~ Smile Hot Chip ~ Hungry Child The Films ~ Black Shoes Francois La Fleur ~ Simtrance Barenaked Ladies ~ What A Let Down The Heydaze ~ Side Effects The Veronicas ~ When It All Falls Apart Good Charlotte ~ Where Would We Be Now? Go Betty Go ~ Very Very Rich Town Barenaked Ladies ~ Wind It Up EA ~ Game Boy Hans of Six Mas ~ Simlify Ekin ~ Fawna Benna Slo LIGHTS ~ Up We Go All Tvvins ~ Thank You Paramore ~ Pressure Zedd ~ Beautiful Now Melasine's Key ~ Zomberribe Necrofortress ~ Forastu Mordoo Trivium ~ Bleed Into Me Bobobath ~ Bobolicious Bobobath ~ Mr. Boboto MC Llama-lot ~ Monday Nite Cabin Fever Taylor Janzen ~ Devotion Mallrat ~ Charlie Kero Kero Bonito ~ The Princess and The

Clock World Station: Gaelic Storm ~ Scalliwag EA ~ Chappa and the Temple Taiko O'Brien Browne ~ Dilruba Paul Mottram ~ Freygish Dance Jody Jenkins ~ Grand Souks Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Guilin Alies Sluiter ~ Happy Traveller Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hatoyashu Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Hudie HughesKkoshi ~ Spirits Dance Neil Williams ~ In the Wild Dvorkin Pittock ~ Ionika Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Jasmine Flower Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kaisoku Juich Igor Dvorkin ~ Kalinka Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kata Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Kyouna Tamashu Angel Lam ~ Life Sketches Mark Mothersbaugh ~ Lotus Petal Bossacucanova ~ Bom Dia Rio Ojos de Brujo ~ Sultanas de Merkaillo * * * * On top of all those, don't forget about my Winter Station & my Harvest and Strange Tune Stations as well! As always--PLEASE let me know if something is wrong. I've had these packages in my own game and they work fine.

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niftyrevolution · 2 years

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Common NFT Scams & Safety Tips

1. Fake Marketplaces

Find a platform where you can purchase and sell NFTs if you’re considering making your first investment in one

These fraudulent websites don’t offer genuine NFTs, therefore if you purchase one, the website will record your login information from the specifics of your transaction

Additionally, these websites may request your private keys or 12-word security seed phrases and utilize them to empty your virtual wallet of all its contents

Never submit your information in links, pop-ups, or emails in order to avoid these frauds; instead, always pick trustworthy NFT trading platforms, such as Binance NFT marketplace, for cryptocurrency transactions

2. Fake Offers

NFT scammers frequently send you fake emails saying that you have received an offer for your NFT by impersonating trustworthy NFT trading sites

The goal of these phishing emails is to trick you into clicking on an embedded link that will lead you to a fake NFT marketplace

Like many previous phishing scams, clicking the button will take you to a fake page that requests your digital wallet’s link and seed phrase, enabling criminals to access your wallet

Always check and double-check the sender address of any email you receive from an NFT trading platform in order to prevent falling victim to these kinds of scams

3. Fake Giveaways

Scammers will contact you via social media and invite you to participate in their NFT giveaway campaign while posing as employees from well-known NFT trading platforms

If you spread the word about the offer and register for an account on their website — a phishing site — they might guarantee you a free NFT

They will also record what you type, obtain access to your account, and maybe steal your collection of NFTs once they have persuaded you to attach your digital wallet credentials in order to claim your prize

Check out that person’s social media accounts and confirm that the link you’ve obtained from them matches the company’s official domain name to avoid falling for this kind of NFT scam

4. Rug Pull Scams

Rug pull scams occur when an individual or organization releases a preliminary collection of NFTs to launch a larger project that will eventually include a game component, merchandise, or an event

The trick is when they steal the millions of dollars collected before any of the promised activities can be carried out

This occurs frequently and swiftly, but there have also been examples of slow rug pulls, in which the project is gradually abandoned without any fresh advancements or updates

DYORing is the best defence against falling for a rug-pull scam

Look into the project’s personnel and assess their long-term business strategies

Follow the project on Twitter, Discord, or other public forums since an NFT project needs a huge active community of involved investors to have strong liquidity or lasting aesthetic value

5. Counterfeit NFTs

The act of creating a digital file as an NFT does not grant you ownership of it or create a new work of intellectual property

Instead, it merely converts a digital file into a blockchain storage object

A digital creator’s work can be easily stolen by con artists, who then make an account on an NFT marketplace and post the fake work for auction

When the community finds that the NFT you bought is fake, it will become worthless and there will be no way for you to get your money back

How can this con be avoided? Check the seller’s social media or Discord profile for a verification checkmark before placing a bid on the NFT for further credibility

6. Pump and Dump Schemes

In this instance, the phrase describes the act of someone or some group aggressively buying up a large quantity of NFTs to artificially increased demand

They do this quickly to give the impression that the NFT is well-liked, and once it attracts attention, they will cash out when the selling price reaches the level at which they feel comfortable

leaving left worthless assets for the highest bidders

Having said that, always check the NFT you wish to purchase transaction history

A pump and dump strategy may be revealed by numerous transactions occurring on the same day

7. Bidding scams

When investors wish to resell their purchased NFTs on a secondary market, bidder scams take place

After you have advertised your NFT sales, bidders may substitute your preferred currency with a lower-value cryptocurrency without informing you

If the seller doesn’t confirm the currency before finalizing the sale, this could result in possible losses for them

8. Customer support scams

Hackers contact unwary targets on Telegram or Discord by posing as technical or customer support workers for blockchain marketplaces, which is similar to phishing scams

Scammers provide links to fake official-looking websites while pretending to help with problems in order to obtain personal data and access to bitcoin wallets

Alternately, they can ask you to share your screen to fix the problem when what they really want is to see and screenshot the password to your cryptocurrency wallet

How do you prevent them? Verify the site domain and only request assistance through the official NFT marketplace

Scammers may pretend to be sending you security alerts regarding your account or NFT collection, but their methods are often the same

Before clicking on anything, be sure it is legitimate

REFERENCE

https://www.binance.com/en/blog/nft/common-nft-scams--safety-tips-2022-421499824684903591

https://www.kaspersky.com/resource-center/preemptive-safety/how-to-avoid-nft-scams

DISCLOSURE:

None of these articles constitutes financial advice. Articles are highly summarised to make it easy for the reader and save your time, so please DYOR further before putting your hard-earned money into any product mentioned.

Please note that the tech industry evolves rapidly and the info in this article is correct at the time of publishing. As Heraclitus said, “Change is the only constant,” so if anything sounds old or off, please holler on the socials or comment here so everyone stays peeled.

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entangledmuses · 2 years

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Muse Round up June!

New muses since March!

ORIGINALS

Aiyla Kartal Aiyla, (pronounced Eye-Laa) is a kind, caring girl. She may be a little Naive at times, but she always believes in the best of people. She is an avid reader, and wishes to go to these far off places she reads about. Aiyla is quite artistic, she can often be found drawing. From landscapes, to portraits, to fashion. She just loves to draw, and paint. She can often be seen apprechiating art in some Museum, or gallery. Verses Available: Royalty. Vampire Diaries. Hogwarts

Rosalia Menendez Daughter of a Spanish Noble from the Kingdom of Asturias. She is quite a headstrong woman, believing in saying what is on her mind. She doesn't back down easily either. However, she is also very kind, and belives in trying to help those less fortunate than herself. Verses Available: Last Kingdom. Vikings. Reign

Lizzie Marsden Born in England in 1521, Lizzie, Born Elizabeth Marianne Marsden, came from a fairly well off family. They owned a beautiful mansion in the English Countryside. One night, her family home was attacked, and a young Lizzie took her younger sisters and hid. However, it was not enough for the men that "Hunted" for them. They were found, and soon tortoured, fed off, and died. However, She came back. Lizzie knew she was not who she used to be, and the Young woman had to learn who she now was, all while fighting the temptation to taste blood. She lived off the deer in her family's country estate, hiding in her family home, and researching any possible way to reverse the effects of what she came to know as being a vampire. Lizzie travels now, having accepted that she may be stuck this way forever, with no chance of ever seeing her family in the afterlife. She feeds off Deer blood, or donated blood, never killing a human life. She also has protection from the sun, due to a witchs spell to protect her from the harmful rays. She loves walking in the Sunlight, after spending so many years in the darkness.

Sawyer Mcintyre Sawyer is a Nephilim, she has no idea who her real father is, but the man her mother married, raised her like his own, even though he knew he wasn't. The family have kept Sawyers's abilities a secret, wanting the best for her, and wanting to keep her safe, but as a Nephilim she poses the abilities of Clairvoyence and Precognition. She also has increased strength and increased speed. She has had to hide those abilites for so long, but part of her wishes to find others like her. Verses Available: Shadowhunters

Kate Newland Kate is a freelance Interior designer, and she loves her job. She is a very down to earth person, who would much rather wear jeans and band shirts, then suits. Kate had been engaged once, but it never worked out, mainly because the guy expected her to be a housewife, stay at home, never work, but cook dinner, clean the house, and be doting to him 24/7.. but thats not who Kate is. She is independant, the kind of girl who would have the roof down on her convertible, hair in the wind, and order take out. Verses available: Cobra Kai (Amanda Sister)

Tallulah Spencer Tallulah didn't know much about her mothers side of the family growing up. After Tallulah was born, they left, her father not accepting by her mothers family. She never really asked much about it. Her mother died when Tallulah was five years old, and her father refused to talk about her mothers family. It was like they were trying to run away from what they were. Tallulah is close to her father, being the only family she has, and so often still goes round to his house for dinner a few times a week. One Sunday, while sitting down at the table, Tallulah suddenly felt strange, her head was feeling light. In seconds, her body was lift from the chair, till she was standing fully straight, toes barely touching the floor, arms out to her sides, as a light surrounded her, and then absorbed into her body. She was lowered back into the seat, as if nothing happened. She was terrified, though it didn't hurt, and her father looked concerned, but not scared. That moment, the phone rang, and he got up and answered. The conversation was short, but it was as if her father knew what was happening. He returned to the table, to a very shaken Tallulah, and told her that her Grand mother had died, and that because she was the first born daughter of a first born daughter, she now had responsibilities. Tallulahs mother was a descendant of a great Native American tribe, that had been blessed with gifts, but only the first born daughter of the female tribe leadr would inherit the gifts, once the previous holder of the gift died. With her mother already dead, the powers manifested with Tallulah. Her father explained that they weren't really sure if she would ever be able to possess the ability, due to his heritage, but it was one of the reasons they left. However, her mothers tribe had managed to always keep an eye on them, knowing that no matter what, Tallulah would one day inherit the gift, along with being the tribe leader. She has powers over the Elements: Fire, Earth, Wind and Water. Suddenly, not only does she had these gifts, but a family she didn't know, and responsibilities she doesn't understand.

Georgina Mayheath Gerogina and her family have recently moved to London from a beautiful seaside home. Her father passed away, and so they moved to London to live with her Mothers parents, as her mother is struggling with being newly widowed. Georgina is not used to the busy London life, and misses the sea air, the country air. She is the oldest of 5 children, and with her Mother mourning, and her Grandparents not the best of health, Georgina has had to step up to look after her family, wanting what is best for them, and pushing all her thoughts and concerns to one side. Verses Available: Historical. Bridgerton.

Flora Cartwright Flora was used to her parents arguing, to them constantly shouting at each other. It messed with her head, and so she would rebel, but staying out most nights, just to get away from them. Her grades suffered because of her late nights and lack of sleep, and because of the undesirable family life. When she was told she had to repeat a school year, thats when it got serious, and instead of suffering it at home, she moved to live with her Cousin, Dustin, and her Aunt, Claudia, and instead repeated her final year at Hawkins. Despite being a year older than the others, Flora was well liked. But she didn't really hang out with those people outside of school, wanting to prove that she wasn't the idiot some thought her to be, due to repeating her final year. Flora is close to her Cousin Dustin, and is slowly getting to know his friends also.

Morgan Kendell Morgan has always been a bit of a water nymph. She loves the water, and has always felt at peace when she is near water. She loves to surf, to swim, to paddleboard. Its where she feels the most at home. Of course, it might be because growing up in a busy foster home, the beach was the one place she could escape all the noise of her foster siblings. She liked her foster family, they were nice enough, they just had a lot of foster, and real children, and sometimes the house would be loud and busy. But going to the beach, by the house, the loudest thing would be the crash of the waves, and it gave her peace. Morgan is a lifegaurd because of her love for the water. Verses Available: Outer Banks

Charlotte Deighton Charlotte was born into Money, her mother, a fashion designer, and her Father, a CEO. Because of their jobs, she saw very little of her parents, and was instead raised by the "Help" or as she called her "Nanny Jo". Charlotte adored her Nanny, she was the only one who really took her for adventures and taught her things like cooking, and painting. Charlotte was 10, when her parents announced that they were expecting another child. Charlotte was so excited to be a big sister, and when her sister Louisa was born, Charlotte became a very protective big sister. But just like her, her parents weren't around much for Louisa, and instead, it was Nanny Jo that took care of them both. Charlotte went to NYU, to study business, and even started an internship at her Fathers office. He wanted her to take over when he got older. It was the most time she had spent with him, and the two grew closer. When Charlotte was 24, and her sister 14yrs old, she got a call that her mother and father were killed in a tragic car accident as they were driving home from an Annversary weekend away. Charlotte was heartbroken, having finally gotten to know her father, he was suddenly taken from her. She now lives back in their family home, running the house hold, looking after her sister, still at Uni, and trying to transition into taking over her fathers business, with the help of his COO's.

Josephine Sutton Josephine is a quiet, shy, but extremely smart girl. She is very artistic, and a skilled painter. She is also extremely musical. You can normally find Josephine either listening to music while she paints, playing her guitar, or reading a book. She does enjoy the company of others, but she only has a few people she really trusts. Verses Available: Historical. Bridgerton. Stranger Things. Reign

#muse round up! Muses added in the last month #Longer than a month actually

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yelenasgreenvest · 3 years

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Chemtrails (Yelena Belova x reader)

Summary: You and Yelena are finally free from the mind control of being a black widow. How does everything fare out as you both return to Ohio to start a new life?

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (Kinda platonic, kinda not), Alexei Shoskatoff x Melina Vostokova

Word Count: 1,862

Translations: Malishka (Baby), Krasotka (Beautiful), Liybimaya (My Love)

Masterlist

There were some people who had the idea that being on the run meant being scared, lonely, always on edge. Perhaps that is how it should have felt. You just felt like you were free. Free from being used in any way. They treated you as if you were just another pawn on the chessboard as if you were just another number to them. It is a piece that no one will remember.

Yelena too. The two of you had freed yourselves and the others from the harsh crutches of being a black widow. A killer and a trained spy in all the fields that a spy could be. Sly, sneaky, conniving, and murderous. There had never been a time when you had any control over your actions. Never being able to be yourself. Living life on the edge, skirting all over the world in a number of days. Killing people without a second thought, because you weren't able to control your mind. You weren't in control.

Until Yelena came along. Till she abolished the control over your mind and cut the tracker from your leg. Till she held you while your body wracked with sobs of finally being free.

She stayed with you, helped you recover physically and mentally. Patching up wounds with medical bits she found in gas stations. Driving stolen cars and motorbikes through the darkness of the night. A new city each day, hiding in rundown motels on the side of highways. Each one of them smelling worse than the previous one.

In the aftermath of Dreykov's death, you would keep your eyes on the news to make sure the black widows left over weren't doing any harm. Once you both reached Ohio, where she planned to meet up with her family and establish a base to free the black widows, you both could be free. Over the long nights of traveling and the days of laying low, you went from strangers to lovers very quickly.

You weren't sure when it happened, but she fell first. A glance at you that was once cold has become a loving gaze. As she learned what food you liked, she would be sure to bring it back from her grocery store runs. It was something you didn't notice at first. She changed her attitude towards you suddenly and when her touches on your wounds became lighter and she began to tell you more about her life, you too began to fall. You discovered why she was aiming for Ohio in the first place. In other words, she did not want to be what she was made to be. Both of your skills would only earn you dirty money, and she desperately just wanted to settle down. You did not talk about children between the two of you, but you frequently talked about a dog shelter.

As soon as you reached a small suburban home on the outskirts of Ohio, you and your partner quickly went into undercover mode. Posing as a newlywed couple, with her sister who is a part-time science teacher and her parents who are coming to welcome the new family. In the morning it appeared like bliss to the neighbors, but really it was at night when the family seemed to sit around and play Monopoly that they planned their roles for recovering the last of the black widows. The rest of the widows who had been freed would come over under the guise of being friends, but Yelena and you would give them money and new identification provided by Mason, so they could start their new lives. The widows wanted their chance to live a normal life, just as you and Yelena did. Many of those who rely on doing what they know only too well, choose to work with Melina in St Petersburg.

In less than a year, everyone was free. With the last of the widows freed, Dreykov's remnants were abolished. You and Yelena were finally free. As soon as the word was given you and Yelena marched straight down to the shelter where she picked a gorgeous American akita and Yelena straight away called her Fanny. When Natasha heard the name, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Really Yelena? I hate that name. You know how much I hate it. In response, Yelena hit back with an infamous "HA!"" and Fanny had now become a part of your dysfunctional family. Alexei and Melina flew in and out every few months, checking up on both of you or on some wild mission to find Captain America. It was much to Alexei’s surprise the day Natasha brought Steve Rogers home, posing as her husband.

“Papa, you remember Steve. My adoring husband" Each word spit back as fast as possible while making sure Alexei didn't start a mini war among them right under their noses. Natasha was extremely coy at first and you didn't know whether there was anything more than just friendship between them.

During their time at the Ohio house, Yelena and Natasha would relax in the small pool that is located out the back. Their tanned skin became more obvious as they raced in laps of the pool against one another under the scorching summer sun. The whole family had a good laugh when Steve wore swim trunks with the American flag on them and then had another fit when Alexei wore ones with the Russian flag on them. “I feel like all my dreams have come true” Yelena said hazily as she kissed your hand on the lawn chairs.

“What dream is that Krasotka?” you asked, smiling as you didn’t fully take in her deep words. “I have my family back” you felt the strings of your heart being pulled at the softness of the girl's words.

She pulled on your hand and led you to join her on the lawn chair, sitting in her lap. As she wrapped her arms around your waist, you looked up into the clear blue sky to see a distant plane leave a long white trail in the clear blue sky. “What are the white lines made of?" It was a question you asked aloud. "Maybe the government is slowly poisoning us with Dreykov's toxic chemicals," she said in a funny way, but you knew it was on everyone's mind. What if he wasn't really dead after all. What if the dream turned into a nightmare and you were no longer yourself. Your panic caused your breath to quicken its pace, and you touched the beautiful gemstones you wore around your neck. Some eastern culture your therapist had thrust onto you, rubbing some amethyst and turquoise would help ease the pain of the memories. In a manner of speaking, it did work, as it eased the nightmares little by little. There were times when holding those tiny stones felt like clutching a lifeline. You desperately try to hold onto this reality with Yelena as long as possible. The blissfulness of it all. Yelena became restless after losing the constant sense of action that had been part of her life. The excitement of going to the farmers market only lasted for a limited amount of time. It was one of those days when the rumble of an engine and the smell of gas broke your concentration from doing laundry, and you were met by a gorgeous vintage red Chevy pulling into the driveway. The look on Yelena's face was incomprehensible, which made you hard to believe that she had just went out and bought such an immaculate, expensive-looking vehicle. The car was a convertible and fanny sat in the back, her tongue hanging out, panting in the golden sun, as she sat there. "We are supposed to keep things on the low down" you whispered to your 'fake' wife, scolding her.

It's time to enjoy yourself, Malishka!"

You knew it was worth it when the rouge on her lips matched the color of the cherry red car. When she opened the passenger side door, she motioned for you to get into the car.

"No no, I think it's time for me to take this baby for a spin". You pushed her across the white leather as you got into the driver's seat and sat in it. There was a soft white leather under your grip on the wheel. "Don't you like it, sweetheart?" Yelena smirked at you as you adjusted the mirror while Yelena was chatting. Upon turning the key, the engine roared to life. "Shhh sweetheart, you'll pay for this later" and you took off racing down the avenues of white picket fences, passing children playing in the front gardens.

Families who seemed perfect on the outside but you knew that each one had their problems. As you reached well over the speed limit, with your hair blowing wildly behind you, you felt as if you were at liberty. It was impossible for those families to stop you from doing what you did. You could not be stopped by Dreykov. At that moment, all you wanted was to keep speeding along the winding roads while Yelena put her hands up, grasping at the invisible air. She was your sweet love. Your happiness. She made the freedom worth it. The winding roads soon gave way to a small clearing where you were able to park your car on the side of the road. The engine died slowly, and her smile was beaming back at you, pure happiness oozing from both of you. Fanny jumped out of the car, her paw pads crushing the gravel under her feet as she jumped. She trotted around sniffing at the new surroundings. In the company of Yelena, you made your way to a small bench that overlooked a valley. The sun was looking low and heavy as it was making its way towards the horizon for yet another day. The silence was relaxing, settling over you as you stared out at the sky. Yelena spoke openly from the heart or perhaps her soul when she said, "I am not religious, but if there is a god out there somewhere, I hope he lets it stay like this forever.". The truth is, she was never one to think of such things in this way, especially in regards to god, religion or even something as grave as losing what you had. "It's not going to happen. We have made it. Nothing could break us apart, Liybimaya”

I know, I know, I feel silly thinking about it when this perfect paradise is all around us; but I cannot help it.

"There is nothing wrong with contemplating God…. or our paradise…. If you have second thoughts-”

“No. God no.” She took a deep breath and replied, “That's not what I'm saying. I am terrified that I will wake up back in the red room. That all of this was just a dream"

You scooted over to her side of the bench and cradled her against you and said, "I'm real, baby.". The sun set, leaving you and your partner in the darkness, the streetlight flickering behind you. It is time for us to go home"

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Hiiiii!

I'm just discovered your profile while i was looking for good stories of Obey Me! and now i'm in love with your work! 💕

Well... I want to request a SFW/fluff... Could be hc for each of them or whatever you are comfortable with 🥺 about an GN!MC that is poor and the only person who makes money for their family and when they arrive to Devildom are like... Freaking out because they want to get back to the human world and then Diavolo tells them that Grimm is more valuable than human money so they can work there part time, send money to their family and the brothers help them to get a job... Like Mammon propose them to work like model and Lucifer as his personal assistant... You know...

I'm really sorry if i have grammatical errors, i'm not a native ☹️

(No worries at all, anon! Let me work on this for you, and I hope it's okay that is a thread of headcanons and not really individual. It worked better in my head this way! And thank you for enjoying my work!)

When MC expresses their fear of their family being abandoned and left with nothing without them, Diavolo's heart sinks

He understands that in the Human Realm, living there is hard for humans, and their lives revolve around being able to afford basic necessities

He doesn't want them to give up on the program, however, so he has Lucifer draft up a document to send to their family, explaining how they will be an exchange student for a 'Foreign University', and will be able to send home money as needed

He hopes this will make things easier for MC while they live in the Devildom, and assures them that making Grimm is not only easy, but also converts to a higher currency exchange when in the human world

He also encourages the brothers to assist them, and they thankfully do so without much hesitation

Lucifer gives them an allowance for when they do chores around the HoL (though it may sound belittling for him to do this, he doesn't want to just hand them money and make them feel obligated to him. He knows they are more than willing to work for Grimm, and this was the easiest way for him to hand them money.)

Mammon encourages them to join him when going to modeling shoots, either for them to pose along with him, or be his personal assistant while there. Though he has a tendency to be a greedy demon, he understands the importance of family, and will give MC more than half of what he made at the shoot in order to help them

Leviathan isn't sure how he can be of help, so he gives them advice on different places that are usually hiring in the Devildom. Akuzon and Hell's Kitchen tend to always be looking for new people to work, so he shows them how to apply and usually walks them to work, despite not usually wanting to leave his room

Satan has them help him in his tutoring sessions, since he often makes extra Grimm helping some of his fellow classmates study. He will take a group and cover one topic, while MC address another one, and he will split the amount his makes with them as well.

Asmodeus has a similar idea as Mammon, usually having them be his assistant at his modeling gigs, though he also has them join for his Devilgram streams, and introduces them as the human exchange student. Sometimes he gets donations from fans during these streams, and he happily gives them to MC for them to send home.

Beel and Belphie usually wondered around with MC and take up the odd jobs with them to keep them company and also keep an eye on them to make sure no lesser demons are messing with them while they work. Beel makes sure they aren't working too hard and that they eat as well, and Belphie makes sure that they take time to rest and not burn themselves out. Each of the twins also gives them some of the Grimm they make to send home as well

Though it is behind MC's back, Diavolo and Barbatos have worked with Lucifer to send a monthly sum of Grimm as well to keep MC's family afloat while they are away, and have familiars that also keep watch on them as well. The last thing they want is for MC's family to suffer while they are working so hard in the Devildom

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #headcanon #requests

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Winner takes all, litterally.

Abu(on the left), Almar(in the center) and Shahid(on the right) had been training together since their first year of secondary school, working out 5 days a week together without fail, their dreams where to be apart of a global bodybuilding competition and be the best bodybuilders in the world. Now in their mid to late 20s that dream has since stayed as that, a dream. They still workout like normal and have being apart of some regional competitions but had not gotten closer then 3rd place.

While working out in their local gym with a few other buddy's, Mark who was older then the boys at 31...

... and Tyson who was much younger at 18...

...they came across a poster for a competition they hadn't seen before, the poster read:

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**WINNER TAKES ALL**

Join the body building competition of a lifetime, anyone can enter, entry fee only $5.

All applicants must be 18 or older, and able to sign legal documents.

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Shahid looked quite excited since he had wanted to do another competition with his buddies, and the newbie Tyson.

Mark, being the dad of the group tried to convince the guys not to sign Tyson up, since he didn't have the experience, nor have the body to go up against some of the guys that enter these types of competitions. But reluctantly they all sign up and over the next few months all train together and push eachother past their limits, all of them gaining at least 5lbs but the most gained was by Almar, gaining 21lbs.

The day arrived and all 5 of the men walked into the stadium, it was the old football stadium, which had been converted into a giant training arena with camera crews and a giant stage set up near the seating at one side of the stadium, where watchers could see the men.

The make their way over to the other side of the stadium, passing many well built men, some double the size of Abu, the current biggest man of the group. The men joked to one another, about how this is going to be a loss, but great experience for if they want to go further. They make it to the dressing area, it is all outdoors, bus around them is a temporary fence, for privacy but inside the area they is no private cubical or toilets, it's a space around 10 metres by 10 metres with 5 benches and 20 lockers, a member of staff walked by the men and Tyson stoped him asking where the toilets are and if they is any other private cubicals they could use. The staff said no, and gestured to the portable toilets on the other side of the stadium, ending there conversation with a "not like your gonna be here for long anyways" before walking away.

The rest of the men walked ahead getting into the uniforms, basicly shorts and a tank top, with a sticker in the back with their number in it, and a thong underneath for the ending part of the show.

The show is set in 3 main parts: the first all men get a mandatory tan before getting up on stage and interact with the judges and the audience, second they show off their strength in a workout competition, and lastly they show off their body's onstage in any poses they like. The tans are mandatory, as the company running the show had payed for them in bulk according the man at the front desk. These parts keep rerunning over days untill all men are eliminated and only 2 remain, and they wrestle to see who is the winner.

The men set up at the back of the stage ready to enter and stand onstage with the other 15 men of the competition, all in different coloured thongs gave to them as they entered. Tyson asked the other guys for tips and sith his 'pritty boy' attitude and demeanor told him to be himself, this was a trick since the competition was rating your masculine.

After they finish the first part they meet back in the outdoor locker room, where a scoreboard can now be seen, showing the guy currently loosing is Tyson, with a score of 3 out of 50 which is 10 below the score above from Almar with 13 points. Abu having 36 points, Mark having 26 and Shahid having the highest from the group with 39. Tyson didn't mind to much since it was his first time competing in one of these, but the guys laughed and made fun of him for it. The guy with the highest score was a man names Jackson, with a score of 45, he was definitely one of the biggest men here, he kept himself to himself, and only was here to compete.

The competition continued as it should, the men lifting tones of weights with Tyson lifting the lightest, only 130lbs in his deadlift Which drastically lowered his points to 5 before the show off part.

The men gathered for the final part of the show, Tyson told the guys he would end up going home today and how he enjoyed his time, they all told him they can meet up after the show. They started to walk on the stage waving at the audience of around 1000 people. They came forward one by one flexing and showing off their body's. Tyson came up last since he had the lease points. Flexing and showing of his body the judges watched on, they stop him and he walks to the back of the stage.

A few moments pass as the judges talk, they start to read out the scores from highest to lowest. All of the guys get read out only leaving Tyson. Then last his name gets read out, and Tyson has to walk to the front of the stage. And the judges tell him to follow two big security guys and he does, been waved off by his freinds.

They walk him to another tent on the other side of the stadium and it's set up like a hospital room, a metal table in the centre of the room with tones of medical equipment around the tent. He walking and gets told to lay on the metal table, he does and they inject him with a weird green liquid, they tell him it's just a health booster. A few moments pass and his body feels numb, and he is now paralysed on the bed, Tyson is now screaming in his mind, unable to move a finger. A man standing above him injects him with two more liquids, a red and a blue one. And his body starts to tingle, giving him severe pins and needles, as his body shakes, the it stops, and his vision goes black, but he can still feel and hear. Now he is just a pool of thick liquid on the metal table, which is indented with a hole in the centre now draining Tyson into a bucket underneath.

The next day comes and the competition starts, ending with the sending of another guy to the medical tent. Following the next day the same happens, untill the 7 day of the competition, when mark hurts his arm lifting, and goes to the medical tent. He says hello as anyone should, and they ask him to lay down, he does as the check his arm, it looks broken to the doctors, and they tell him he will need a shot, and he reluctantly allows them too. And he too drains into the bucket now full of 8 guys consciousnesses all screaming for their body's back, while slowly being turned into pure testosterone.

A few more days pass untill it's the top 5 of the competition, and Almar has lost, leaving Abu, Shahid, Jackson and another large guy. Then the day after it's just the three of them. The day after it is Abu's time to leave, leaving the top 2 as Shahid and Jackson, the two then begin to wrestle and Shahid tries his best but looses heavily to Jackson.

They both get led off stage and toward the medical bay, both men sweaty battered and bruised from the fight. They get asked to lay down, as they do and get strapped to two different tables next to one another. The doctor then explains what will happen to them. the fight was to choose which mans consciousness will control the new men's body, and it will be Jackson. Shahid and Jackson try to escape but it's no use the green liquid has been injected and the straps are unbeatable. Their body's go numb and the process starts,.they have dozens of needles injecting into each of their muscles, then a large bucket of thick liquid of the men who have lost is lifted into the air and onto a table behind the men and gets attached to them, slowly flowing into the men. Their body's expand filling with the liquid, pumping their muscles huge, 10x the size their where before, and the consciousnesses of the men scream as they split into millions of pieces all across the men's bodies. Then the liquid stops, the the needles are removed, showing the men's now inflated bodies, like silicone, another injection is given to both men, this one is purple, and the beds are edged together and the hands of the men are places so they are holding one another and Shahid's body starts to shrink, flowing into Jackson's body, and Jackson's body starts to harden, the muscles getting huge, like those on a professional bodybuilder, Shahid is now gone, among the other men now screaming to be released from his new prison.

Jackson awakens in his new body, looking down at his new dark skin, his thick powerful muscles, still tingling, untill the men inside them realise what they are now, Jackson's muscles, they are him, and they must now obay, but it shouldn't be to long, Jackson is so powerful now, and it will take only a few days to break the strongest man inside him. Now Jackson will live his new life, working out hard to win those world championships for bodybuilding, in his new body, as he is the winner and he will take all.

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write-out-hysteria · 3 years

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Care

Matsukawa x gn reader fluff

Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe

For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.

He’d finish off with yoga and meditation, centering his mind, body, and spirit, before hopping into the warm shower. He’d always leave the bathroom door open in case you woke up, ready to goofily tease you before you even remembered where you were.

“You like what you see, baby?” He’d wink, holding his Discobolus pose as you shook your head.

“Put some clothes on, Zeus,” you rolled back over but soon heard footsteps approaching.

“I’m offended that you’d compare me to the most promiscuous man on Mt. Olympus,” he kneeled next to the bed, grabbing your chin in his hand. “I’d prefer to be Perseus, and have my Andromeda ruling at my side.”

“It’s too early,” you dragged out the syllables as Issei rested his hand on your hip beneath the covers.

“What do you want for breakfast, sweetie? I can make pancakes,” he pressed a kiss to your hand resting on the pillow. You nodded, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders.

“I’m sure Perseus wore pants.” He rose, grabbing a pair of cobalt blue boxer briefs from the shared dresser.

“I’m sure Andromeda made the pancakes.”

Your arms found their way around Issei’s firm torso while he flipped each finished pancake on either of the two plates on the counter. He had a system, every other pancake was chocolate chip, “maybe you’ll be sweeter to me if I give you sugar,” he’d always say. The plain ones were for him, though he would spread peanut butter over them anyway. He’d learned that from you the first time he had made you pancakes, the first time you had spent the night in his arms.

“Do you want anything else, angel?” You shook your head against his back. He carefully turned around, handing you your plate. “I’m surprised you’re up so early,” he laughed.

“It was cold last night, had you brought out the winter blankets like I asked, I probably wouldn’t be.” You had made your way to the stool at the counter by now, cutting into your pancakes eagerly. It was his turn to hold you now, nuzzling his face into your neck after leaving a soft kiss on your jaw.

“Just say you missed me, baby. That’s okay, too.”

“Do you want to meet at that ramen place for lunch?” Issei was getting ready for his break, awaiting your text response. He was going to go anyway, he hadn’t packed any food. He just wouldn’t mind picking you up on his way.

“I can’t, I have a lunch meeting.” He frowned, those usually meant the worst for you.

“Do you want me to drop something off for you?”

“I’m not hungry,” he rolled his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket, walking calmly down the street.

He had been battling your loss of appetite due to stress for the entirety of your relationship without much luck. He had never been one to push, but sometimes the only food he could assure you ate was breakfast. He had only gotten you to eat breakfast by making dinner early, leaving you starving by morning. It was only on bad days, it’s like your body would forget. Sometimes you noticed, but were afraid of getting sick if you ate something when you had already felt “full.”

He ate his ramen, debating bringing some back for dinner. There had been weeks where you ate the equivalent of one large meal a day. Every ‘not hungry’ made him fear a week like that, making food that you’d barely touch and praying you’d take it to work with you tomorrow so you wouldn’t wither away. His only solution up to this point was eating, and reminding you that normally this is when you’d eat too. Using your love for routine against you was his only hope, and it hadn’t been working as well as he wanted.

He could tell you felt bad about not eating, that you felt bad about worrying him. What else were you supposed to do if you simply weren’t hungry? Force feeding only made you feel inadequate, you felt full after half a sandwich or a few bites of pasta. The thought of eating a full protein made you sick. At your lowest points you’d start crying while watching tv with him, watching him snack on something you couldn’t bare the thought of consuming. ‘Issei, what’s wrong with me?’ He never knew what to say. When you got stressed your body simply refused fuel, and that worried him.

“How was work, angel?” His job had given him the ability to appear entirely composed regardless of the environment. You could never tell if he was stressed unless he dropped the facade and told you. When it was about you, he’d never tell you. When it was about you, though, you could tell. Issei was always caring. If he could tell you were in distress he’d pull out all the stops. He’d light lavender candles, he’d cook, he’d clean the counter. He wouldn’t complain if you wanted to watch something he didn’t, he wasn’t planning on taking his attention off of your subtle emotional responses.

“It was okay,” you lied. He already knew it wasn’t, but you didn’t want to talk about it. He always got home before you did, he didn’t have nearly as many responsibilities as you did. His work didn’t change, yours did. New projects meant new worries and new responsibilities.

“I’m almost done making dinner,” you had dropped your things by the door as soon as you stepped inside, making your way towards the man slaving over a pot of chicken soup. “I took the winter blankets out, I thought this might help warm you up.” You snaked your arms around his waist, hiding your face into his back as it warmed up, holding the tears welling up in your eyes. You could eat a little bit of soup, just a little bit, if it would make him feel better.

“Thank you,” you let out a deep sigh into his back. “I’m gonna shower.” He was already in his ‘pajamas.’ Issei ran too hot to sleep in anything but underwear, but enjoyed lounging around the house in your oversized Batman pants. You’d offered to buy him his own so you could match, but he said it wouldn’t be the same.

You both sunk onto the couch, searching for something comforting to watch. Maybe a disney movie, or something else you’d seen a million times. “You know how I played volleyball in high school?”

“Yeah, why?” You hadn’t forgotten. He even taught you how to play so your beach trips would be more fun.

“After practice Makki and I would compete to see who could make the better protein shake. I always won.” You laughed, probably way too much.

“You’re bragging to me about protein shakes you made 10 years ago?”

“What? They were good! Have some faith in me,” the movie kept playing, he tightened his grip around your waist. “I have no clue how I’d drink one everyday, though. If I had one now I’d probably puke. Oh, the joys of youth,” he laughed.

“Are you still hungry or something?” He wasn’t, his teenage athlete appetite had gone away as he aged.

“I was thinking about dessert.”

“I’ve had your protein shakes, I wouldn’t consider them a sweet treat.” He gasped, feigning offense.

“You know how much I hate protein powder, you think I was downing that everyday in high school?” You looked at him confused. His current protein shakes weren’t bad, for a protein shake at least. “It’s an acquired taste, and I still hold my nose and chug it.”You laughed at one of your favorite Matsukawa quirks.

“So why'd you stop making them taste good?”

“I was too broke in college to buy all that ice cream.”

“Ice cream? For protein shakes?” He rolled his eyes before pausing the movie.

“I’m gonna make you one, you’re underestimating my 17 year old metabolism.” He stood up, gesturing that you stay put. Issei was having another chaotic urge, apparently.

You turned on the couch, facing the kitchen instead of the tv. He began pulling every sugary food out of the pantry and fridge. Every flavor of ice cream, cookies, granola bars, peanut butter, anything and everything sweet. “You’re using all of that?” He nodded, haphazardly throwing everything in the blender followed by some milk, chocolate syrup, and two scoops of his protein powder. This really was a chaotic recipe, straight from the mind of a gross teenaged boy.

He came back to the couch with glasses for each of them, they looked like they had been filled with a child’s birthday cake puke. “Drink it, I promise it’s good! It’s so you can’t taste the protein powder.” It probably just tastes like chocolate and peanut butter, but you were still hesitant to drink it. “I promise, the team always liked mine better than Makki's.”

You held the glass up to your mouth, slowly drinking it, widening your eyes when you realized how good it actually was. You understood now. Your 26 year old bodies would cease to function if you had these everyday. You couldn’t pull the glass away until you were done.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t think it’d be that good.” You laughed, wiping your upper lip.

“You couldn’t taste the protein powder right?” You nodded, watching him sip slowly on his, as his face suddenly scrunched up. “You know, I ate a lot at dinner. I probably shouldn’t drink the rest of this. You want it?” You shrugged, taking the glass out of his hand, drinking the rest like you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Oh wait, he thought. You haven’t for 14 hours. Oh wait, he thought, this is it. This was the solution to his biggest worry. A hidden reset button, your sweet tooth.

#hq #haikyuu!! x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #mattsun #gn reader

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puffkins2000 · 2 years

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tattoos as

well. We'll see! Baby

#The Sims 3 #Sims 3 #TS3 #CC Ideas

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themurphyzone · 3 years

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PatB Oneshot: Every Rose Has Thorns and Petals

Summary: Brain’s plan is simple: create a Valentine card with a message that the world should adore him as their new ruler. But he needs extra help in coming up with a catchy message to rein in the consumers for the outer cover. And who better to help than the expert of all things amour?

AN: I decided to see if I could write a good Suavo. Enjoy! Warning for terribly cheesy flirting. I don’t typically write this genre XD

This borrows from the HC that Pinky can still do the Suavo persona.

Written for Valentine's Day/Suavo Sunday. I regret everything.

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At last, a new plan came to fruition! With Valentine’s Day looming upon them with its chocolate-coated fangs and sickly sweet aroma, people would be flocking to grocery stores everywhere to purchase giant teddy bears they could barely carry around and heart-shaped boxes of gourmet chocolate. But most lucrative of all, they would buy Valentine cards with the most obnoxious lovestruck messages that were far cheesier than Pinky’s cheesecake.

Everything clicked into place. The slightly larger than average dimensions of a Valentine’s card. Various red and pink hues for the envelopes. Colorful images with hearts, roses, and Pinky on the front cover (for Pinky met all of the scientific criteria that triggered one’s protective instincts). And on the inside, an image of Brain standing on the world in royal regalia with a message declaring that all the world shall adore him as their new leader.

But there was a single, glaring flaw to his otherwise brilliant plan.

He could not come up with a ridiculous phrase for the outside cover. It had to be eye-catching, humorous, or corny enough to grab a customer’s attention. He stared at the smiling picture of Pinky for several minutes, then gave in.

Pinky was the expert in all things ridiculous after all.

“Life is the road I wanna keep going! Love is a river and I wanna keep going ooonnnn!” Pinky sang along to his playlist, leading a Barbie doll in a tender waltz.

And it was best to interrupt before Pinky’s playlist reached My Heart Will Go On. That sappy 90s love ballad was on there. He was not striking the King of the World pose until he was actually king of the world, but that assertion hadn’t gotten through Pinky’s cotton-stuffed head yet.

Brain grabbed the prototype card and pencil, marching up to the windowsill where Pinky and Barbie danced under the evening sky. The sun lowered, the moon rose, and the first twinkling stars poked out, signifying the beginning of another night.

The phone was propped against a wall, and Brain smacked the image of Anastasia and Dmitri dancing to stop the song as he passed by. Pinky continued to hum, dipping Barbie low enough that her blonde hair touched the windowsill. His eyes were half-lidded, tail swishing to an invisible beat. Though there was no music, his rhythm was steady and his feet never missed a step.

It was mesmerizing. Pinky danced with all the grace of a professional ballerina.

He pricked his finger on a sharp point of the prototype card, and the poke brought Brain back to reality. Right. No distractions.

“Hiya, Brain! Zort!”

Dear Archimedes there were otherworldly blue eyes right in front of his face.

Startled, Brain leapt back and swung his pencil defensively. There was a muffled narf as the eraser end went into Pinky’s mouth. Once the initial shock passed, Pinky giggled and nibbled on the eraser, several rubbery shavings poking out between his teeth.

Brain took a deep breath, trying to calm his too-fast heartbeat.

“Quit slobbering on my erasers, Pinky,” Brain snapped. He removed his pencil from Pinky’s mouth, wrinkling his nose at the saliva-coated eraser. He tossed it aside, and the pencil skittered across the counter and onto the floor.

“But they taste so good!” Pinky licked his lips. “Especially with a pinch of dryer lint. That way you get fluff and chewiness in one single fantastic bite!”

Sometimes he truly worried for the state of Pinky’s digestive tract. For now, it was best to change the topic entirely. “As much as I’d love to debate the intricacies of your exotic cuisine, I require some of your eccentric expertise for my latest plan,” Brain said, setting the prototype card on the counter.

Pinky’s tail and ears perked up. A predictable reaction, but reliable all the same.

While Pinky put Barbie away, Brain retrieved a new pencil. There were few writing utensils that weren’t chewed up by a bored employee or Pinky for fun, and it wouldn’t be long before Brain would have to acquire more.

“I gotta help Brain now, Barbie. Thanks for sharing a dance with me! Those ballroom dance classes are really paying off!” Pinky chirped, waving to the inanimate Barbie, who now sat in a pink plastic convertible next to a shirtless Ken doll. He peeked inside the card and clasped his hands together, holding them against his cheek dreamily. “Awww, Brain! This is gonna be so romantic!”

“The very atmosphere I intend to create with these mass-produced cards, Pinky,” Brain replied. “However, while I have all the elements of your typical Valentine card alongside an additional message that will aid us in our conquest, I haven’t worked out one essential component yet.”

He closed the card and tapped the empty speech bubble next to Pinky’s image.

Pinky tilted his head. “You haven’t figured out how to make single people buy your cards yet?”

Drat. He hadn’t considered those outliers.

“Then we’ll just have to infiltrate the postal service,” Brain said, mentally congratulating himself on correcting that error quickly. “But before we implement the plan, I need a Valentine phrase for this speech bubble. A saying that will entice the average infatuated consumer and hook them into purchasing my cards alone. And since you lean heavily toward the sentimental and saccharine…well, this is where I require your assistance.”

“The sentimental and the saccharine?” Pinky echoed. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that soap opera, Brain. What channel is it on?”

Brain opened his notebook and found an empty page, poised to jot down Pinky’s suggestions. “The real life channel. Don’t be concerned about missing it, Pinky. It’s on 24/7 all year long. But I digress. The sooner I find a phrase, the sooner we’ll have the world!”

Pinky tapped his foot in thought, the tip of his tongue poking out like he truly believed protruding tongues had the power to magically grant ideas. For all Brain knew, Pinky probably believed that.

Then Pinky snapped his fingers. “I got it! How ‘bout ‘be mine, valentine’?”

“Too cliché,” Brain muttered. A million Valentine cards would already have similar phrasing. They didn’t have time to seize control of a greeting card factory. “Not unique enough.”

Although the valentine bit wasn’t particularly directed toward him, his grip on the pencil slackened, the tip leaving a graphite smudge along the margins. He quickly turned the pencil around and erased it, hoping Pinky didn’t catch onto his brief moment of inattention.

Fortunately, Pinky didn’t notice. “Alrighty then. Hmmm…you’re the sour cream to my cheese-slathered potato?”

“…I’ll save it for a last resort.”

Well, he asked for unique. But sour cream didn’t particularly invoke strong Valentine feelings. Idioms that involved sweet foods with enough sugar to induce diabetes in an elephant would be better, and he made a quick note to the side.

“I turtle-y adore you?” Pinky suggested, his blue eyes sparkling accordingly.

Brain felt a light blush settling over his cheeks, and he rubbed his fur to rid himself of the mortifying feeling. “Doesn’t match your picture. And no animal puns unless they involve mice.”

Pinky rubbed his chin, not one to be easily deterred. “There’s gotta be some good ones on the Internet.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Pinky,” Brain sighed. He sat cross-legged on the counter, massaging his forehead to intercept any headaches before they began. “Figured we should’ve gone with the photobooth plan. It’s your fault for influencing my subconscious with your caterwauling over The Princess Bride’s movie adaptation.”

“Troz! I’ll have you know Princess Buttercup and Westley have great chemistry!” Pinky pouted.

Brain rolled his eyes. “Please. They’re about as compatible as two noble gases.”

Pinky went quiet after that. Whether he’d gone off into the imaginary world of talking cheeses or taken unusually great offense on the lead couple’s behalf, Brain wasn’t sure. But the silence obliged, and Brain took the opportunity to ponder their next course of action.

Take a risk and use one of Pinky’s earlier suggestions? Scrap the plan entirely and pull one from storage? Seek a second opinion?

Then Pinky gasped, his tail pointing high in the air like an inverted exclamation point.

“Brain, are you pondering what I’m pondering?” Pinky asked, gripping Brain’s shoulders in excitement.

Brain leaned back, supporting himself on the palms of his hands. “We break out the Feldman disguises and ask Mr. Sultana for his opinion on what a hypothetical Valentine card should say?”

“I’m sure he’s got a bunch of good ones, but that’s not it,” Pinky said. “Actually, I oughta slip into something more…in-character. I’ll be right back!”

Pinky skipped away, humming as he went over to his dress-up box in the corner of their cage. He pulled a divider around himself so that all Brain could see was a shadowy silhouette rummaging through clothing and accessories.

Brain continued to ponder, though no feasible ideas were coming to him. He closed his eyes, shutting out all visual forms of distraction. He listened to Pinky dressing in the cage, but it was more white noise than a true hindrance.

Five minutes later, he still had nothing. But there was something…different.

A tantalizing scent. Not overly sharp, though just light enough that he couldn’t identify it with confidence. And he wanted to know more.

It wasn’t fruit or soap. Nor was it vanilla, like the scented candles Pinky loved so much.

Something smooth snaked its way under his nose, brushing the fur above his lips. The scent was closer now. His nose twitched.

“ACHOO!”

Startled by the force of his sudden sneeze, Brain’s eyes flew open. He rubbed his nose to wipe off the lingering sensation, staring down at Pinky’s long tail, which sat unassumingly in his lap. The tip was wrapped around the stem of a small red rose.

The tail lifted, rubbing against the fur under Brain’s chin. Brain felt his cheeks heat up again, and he quickly batted the offending appendage away.

“Pinky, you’re not helping my state of-“ Brain began, ready to launch into a verbal tirade on how he needed to think and if Pinky wasn’t going to help then he could make like a mitotic cell and split…and then he saw a very familiar, perhaps all too-familiar, lavender tuxedo with an overstuffed dark purple…something underneath.

He couldn’t tell if it was a shirt, vest, or pincushion. A gold button glinted in the middle of Pinky’s chest.

Gulping, Brain knew the mysterious article of clothing was the least of his concerns. He forced himself to look up, gaze raking past the slender neck and toward half-lidded, coy blue eyes. A sophisticated mustache poked out from each side of Pinky’s muzzle. And he was genteel, charismatic…

Suave.

Pinky’s ability to play a character to perfection never ceased to astound him. He still remembered? Brain had long destroyed the Personalitron and its blueprints, deeming them unnecessary and cumbersome.

“Pardonnez-moi, you with the giant head and marshmallow body are seeking the passionate advice of I, the great Pinky…Suavvvo-“ he drawled every syllable with that odd French accent, r’s rolling off his tongue like smooth butter “-for your…ah, Saint Valentine card, no?”

Fu—choose your words wisely—I mean, dear name of a historical contributor to the scientific or mathematical field who I can’t identify properly at this time.

“I fail to see how playing dress-up is going to help with this conundrum, Pinky Suavo.” Brain stood up and crossed his arms. He wasn’t about to let the Suavo persona sway him. He was the Brain, and he bowed to no one.

Exert control over the situation. Yes. That’s what he needed.

Suavo plucked the rose from his tail between two practiced fingers, inhaling its scent deeply. Where did he even get that rose from? The lab wasn’t growing flora for any reason, nor did any scientist have the green thumb to care for anything so fragile.

“Oh, but love is always…how did you say, a conundrum, is it not?” he purred, and Brain scowled. But Suavo was unperturbed. “One may pluck the petals from a pretty flower and ask if one loves or loves not, yet how will one know if they ask the flower and not the lover? Oh, I do not know.”

His voice dipped into a lower, softer register, and a strange sensation traveled up Brain’s spine. Though the riddle seemed directed at him, he wasn’t in the mood to unravel any cryptic meanings.

Just like before, Suavo’s magnetism was…hypnotizing. Like he had no choice but to do what Pinky Suavo said. And wasn’t that ironic? He, the Brain, as the hapless follower instead of the commanding leader.

Suavo appeared oblivious to Brain’s internal dilemma. He simply set the rose back into his tail and twirled one curled end of the mustache around his finger, humming a dreamy, sentimental song to himself. He was waiting on Brain in the most irritating fashion possible.

But if he wanted this plan to work, he’d just have to tolerate Pinky’s attempt at resolving his predicament.

“Pinky Suavo,” Brain sighed, forcing all his pride back. Suavo turned to him, his eyes still in that odd half-lidded position. “Is that overstuffed pincushion actually giving you ideas for the card?”

“Of course, mon ami.” Suavo slicked his ears and fur tuft back with a smooth, graceful stroke of his hand. “For it is he, who is I, who is the connoisseur of…ammooooouuuur.”

Brain grabbed his notepad and pencil, his stomach doing odd backflips like butterflies had somehow burrowed their way into his flesh and laid eggs there. He was not paying attention to Suavo’s hand movements. No, the eye was just naturally drawn to movement. That’s how it worked.

Besides, he was looking at the same being who once managed to get all his fingers and tail tangled up in a complicated cat’s cradle.

Suavo clicked his tongue, deftly plucking the items out of Brain’s grip. “No, no, you silly mouse. You cannot experience amour through pen and paper alone. You must feel it, see it, hear it. For it is everywhere and anywhere you search…if only you would use those big ears of yours.”

Brain gritted his teeth and jumped for his supplies, but Suavo simply held them out of reach with one long arm. All Brain could manage was a tiny hop. It wasn’t getting him anywhere.

So he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

“I’m listening, Pinky Suavo,” Brain said, hoping he sounded at least a little cordial. “I believe the colloquial is, I’m all ears?”

A pleased smile flitted across Suavo’s face, his arm lowering.

Perfect.

Then Brain threw himself forward, digging his hands and feet into Suavo’s clothing and hauling himself towards the notepad and pencil. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to grip. Suavo stumbled a bit, but he refused to yield. Brain grabbed a fabric fold on Suavo’s right shoulder. He was so close-

-and a red nose pushed into his own. Warm, mint-scented breath tickled the fur on his face.

“You know, it is more, ah, polite to take a mouse to dinner before you begin climbing him, is it not?” Suavo crooned.

Brain’s ears flopped against his back, a warm sensation sweeping through his body. His clammy paws lost their grip on Suavo’s clothing, and he would’ve fallen entirely if Suavo’s free arm hadn’t wrapped around his waist and secured him with a strong yet gentle grip.

In hindsight, perhaps his attempt at reclaiming his belongings was ill-thought out.

Perhaps it was for the best that the arm was covered by fabric, but at the same time, some irrational thought of wanting Pinky’s fur against his own wormed its way into his mind.

Suavo set the notepad and pen down with care, dipping Brain in the process. Brain clutched the fabric tightly, but it was unnecessary. Suavo’s embrace was strong enough to prevent him from landing on his head. Then Suavo straightened up, once again plucking the rose from his tail and holding it next to Brain.

“Oh, now this is…magnifique,” Suavo murmured, his eyes darting from the rose to Brain’s face. Though Brain tried to maintain eye contact to make his displeasure known, his resolve was quickly crumbling away. Surely it was the close proximity, the thumb stroking his fur, that was picking apart all rational thought and leaving some hormone-driven creature behind?

“What?” Brain asked, and he inwardly cringed. His voice wasn’t working properly. He’d meant to sound more demanding than that pathetic excuse of a question.

“Your eyes, mon ami, are just a few shades lighter this rose,” Suavo said. Brain stared at him in disbelief. Comparing eyes to flowers, or worse, gemstones, was just ridiculous.

And your comparison of Pinky’s aesthetically pleasing eyes to the wild blue yonder above isn’t?

Brain ignored the contemptuous voice. That was completely different. The sky was neither a flower nor a gemstone, and therefore it wasn’t off-limits. Besides, it was a thought for him and him alone. It’s not like anyone else was going to hear it.

“You are but a deer mouse in the headlights. Yet there is no need to hide under a thorny layer,” Suavo hummed, tilting his head curiously. Deliberately. How strange. Even the slightest movement was mesmerizing. His fingers traveled up the flower stem, until his hand rested underneath the petals, supporting the tiny rose in the palm of his hand. “A rosebush may scratch and prick, yet the great Pinky Suavo cannot be swayed. For there’s a pretty bloom hidden in the darkness, and he is who moi shall…shall…NARF!”

Shocked by the return of the nonsensical exclamation, Brain lost his hold on Pinky Suavo’s clothing. He fell onto the counter surface with a pained groan. The hard material wasn’t doing wonders for the bends in his tail.

Something fluttered against his nose, causing Brain to sneeze again. He removed the offending object, and found himself staring down at the rose he’d been teased with. If he ignored the heavy-handed rose imagery Suavo kept spouting, it was rather adequate for a specimen.

“Narf! Zort! Poit! Egad!” Pinky laughed uncontrollably between his usual tics, uttering them at such a fast rate that they started to blend together like a tongue twister. “Ooh, I haven’t—troz! Haven’t said narf in a long time! But it’s poit—it’s okay cause you needed my help!”

Idiot.

Brain sighed and pushed himself to a standing position, then placed the rose on his notepad so Pinky could reclaim it later.

Now that he thought about it, Pinky hadn’t said any of his favorite syllables in his Suavo persona. Of course, they’d been replaced by stupid love poetry and gratuitous French, but the narfs and poits and zorts were rather refreshing.

Odd. He never thought he’d actually miss Pinky’s…unique diction.

“Pinky, were you actively suppressing your usual speech patterns in your strange form of assistance?” Brain asked. He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Zort! Oh Brain, I’m not nearly as good as suppressing things like you are!” Pinky’s chortles continued as Brain grabbed his wrist and led him straight to the water bottle in their cage. “Besides—narf! Besides, I had to stay in character!”

“Remind me to never have you play a villain for any future plans revolving around cinema,” Brain grumbled.

Pinky’s tail happily flicked against Brain’s own. Though the imbecile was just swishing it around mindlessly, the brief physical contact suddenly brought back that very odd, warm sensation.

Curse this heightened sensitivity! It’s only a principle of thermodynamics and heat transfer!

“Brain, are you okay? Poit,” Pinky asked as Brain made him sit down in front of the water bottle. “You’re all woozy and whirlywindy. And white and red all over like a newspaper!”

“I’m f-fine,” Brain said. He was absolutely not relying on Pinky for balance. “Just drink, Pinky. And take off those silly clothes when you’re done.”

Pinky stared, not comprehending anything Brain said, but that was normal for him. Then he started to laugh, and only then did Brain realize he needed to watch his word choice, especially around a certain someone, because of course his fluff-filled mind would misconstrue it.

“Not like that!” Brain spat.

Pinky tipped onto his back, legs kicking upwards as his high-pitched laughter continued to assault Brain’s ears.

For the sake of his own sanity, he left Pinky to his own devices and stormed over to the nearest sink. He pushed on the tap for cold water until he’d created his own miniature waterfall, then hopped right in. He welcomed the cascade over his body.

As long as it pushed his homeostasis in the opposite direction, he was fine with resembling a drowned rat for now.

o-o-o-o-o

The plan failed before it ever took off. Brain had been so distracted that he’d failed to notice the lab was completely out of colored ink, rendering the copy machines completely useless.

He’d gone with the ‘you’re the sour cream to my potatoes’ message for the front cover, formatting it into the speech bubble in an elegant cursive font. Though it wasn’t conventional by any means, he simply considered it again since no other suggestions were forthcoming.

But at the same time, part of him wasn’t keen on allowing the masses to lay eyes on the Valentine card.

It seemed special. Unexplainably so.

“Brain?” Pinky called. His verbal tics had long gone back to their normal frequency. “Aren’t we taking over the world tonight?”

Brain shook his head, relieved that he finally had control over his body again. “Not tonight, Pinky. I’m afraid I’ve been prematurely thwarted by the lack of inventory in this lab.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be afraid, Brain,” Pinky said. Gone were Suavo’s clothing and mustache, and Pinky’s lean, muscular arms were on full display as he folded them across his chest. “I’ll protect you from Tory.”

It was an unnecessary gesture, but Brain couldn’t help but be touched by the admission all the same. Brain made a show of carefully placing the card into storage, just so he could distract himself momentarily.

When he finished his task, he found Pinky holding an elegant paper rose, crafted meticulously with purple tissue paper. A light blush settled over Brain’s cheeks as he accepted the gift from Pinky, whose blue eyes shone brightly as Brain ran his fingers over the soft petals.

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said gratefully, and he resisted the urge to rush off immediately and place the paper rose with his globe keychain, another gift from his dearest friend.

“You’re welcome!” Pinky smiled, and Brain’s heart beat faster. Then Pinky’s gaze flicked to the TV screen, and Brain figured he was about to be roped into watching a cheesy love story unfold. “Brain, can we watch Beauty and the Beast please? With those special Valentine M&M’s and chocolate-coated popcorn? I saw a whole bunch in the kitchen! Narf!”

Well…he could’ve suggested worse. At least this one was tolerable.

And it’s been a while since they’d watched a movie together.

“Get everything set up, Pinky,” Brain ordered. “I’ll join you when I’m finished with my own tasks.”

Pinky saluted and scampered into the kitchen, grabbing the rose he’d held in his Suavo persona along the way. He sang at the top of his lungs, though he’d forgotten most of the actual words and replaced them with a series of narfs and portmanteaus. Once Pinky was sufficiently distracted, Brain moved his notepad and pen over to the TV, then laid the paper rose over it.

He heard the crinkle of a bag followed by the sound of M&M’s being poured into a bowl. Pinky would be back any minute.

Brain knocked his head against the side of a wall.

Calm yourself. Pinky believes pebbles are precious gifts. You’ll be fine. Probably.

Slowly, he approached the drawer where he’d kept his hidden present. Sifting through several sheets of paper covered with complex formulas he’d deliberately placed in there to ward off Pinky, he found the sunflower pen he’d carefully hidden towards the back.

It wasn’t exactly…traditional for a Valentine’s gift. Simple blue ink with a green body and tipped with a bright yellow sunflower.

But it was bright. And colorful. Like Pinky.

More importantly, it was practical.

Brain’s ears twitched, and he heard the whirring of the VCR as Pinky popped in the movie. Brain debated leaving the pen and presenting it after the movie, but he didn’t want to procrastinate either. Otherwise it would be impossible to enjoy their activity.

Well, he could just drop it in Pinky’s lap. And snatch up some popcorn so his actions wouldn’t be too conspicuous. He climbed out of the drawer, holding the pen behind his back.

A preview for The Little Mermaid began to play. Pinky was enraptured by the animated marine animals. He seemed so happy.

Maybe he should reconsider. Valentine items would be discounted next week. He could just hold off and give a belated…what was he thinking? Valentine’s was just another day to turn profit!

The paper rose was sitting right there. No…Valentine’s meant something to Pinky. Like Christmas.

“Goody, you’re back, Brain!” Pinky cheered, stuffing two pink M&M’s into his mouth. The large bowl beside him was overflowing with chocolate. “It’s not raining inside, but I love your parasol! Where’d you buy it?”

A parasol?

He glanced up at the sunflower. Oh. So there was a resemblance to a parasol, he supposed. If one viewed it at a certain angle, that is.

“It’s a pen. Not a parasol. Take it,” Brain said, holding out the sunflower pen.

Pinky didn’t take it.

Instead, he made a joyful noise and crushed Brain with a flying embrace. Brain dropped the pen in surprise as Pinky’s entire body curled around him, feet off the ground. Brain had to support all his weight, Pinky’s warm fur brushing against his own.

“I love it! Loveitloveitloveit! Thanks, Brain!” Pinky squealed, happy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“You’re welcome, Pinky,” Brain murmured as Pinky nuzzled his cheek. “Now get off. I require my lungs. And heart. And my digestive system.”

Pinky didn’t get off until the Disney fanfare to herald the beginning of the movie began to play. Then he quieted down immediately, rolling the sunflower pen so that it rested across his lap.

“…happy Valentine’s Day,” Brain whispered, nibbling on a red M&M.

Pinky smiled back, teeth flecked with bits of chocolate. He shushed Brain, not wanting him to interrupt the opening narration.

As the enchanted rose appeared onscreen, Brain stroked the soft tissue paper of Pinky’s beautiful creation. Then he set it aside and reached for some popcorn.

His world was here. And there was nothing more he wanted.

Fun fact: the original name for this fic was going to be Suavo Valentino, but the current title was a last minute change cause somehow I just wrote a lot about roses.

Another change: The Princess Bride bit was originally a dig at High School Musical and how Disney Channel has bad romance in general, but since that was mid 2000s I changed it so this story could reasonably fit in the 90s.

Suavo’s lines...were interesting. I couldn’t stop laughing at how dumb some of them were though.

Brain’s got it bad here. Save him.

Are the roses corny? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Maybe. Possibly.

#pinky and the brain #patb fanfiction #pinky suavo #suavo sunday

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