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only on camera | e.w

summary: you and your girlfriend, ellie, find an old camcorder at local thrift store. it’s fun, domestic, and sweet until the two of you decide to use it to make your own personal movie.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: mature content, modern! ellie, established relationship, fluff, smut— oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), reader and ellie are roughly 19-20, ellie is obsessed with reader, reader is described to have a soft stomach and stretch marks so its open to all body types.

word count: 3.3K

a/n: i’ve been debating to post another ellie oneshot and even writing anymore for a while now because of everything that has been going on gaza. i hope you guys click on the links below to educate and keep yourself updated on the horrors that the people of gaza are going through. free palestine.

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It started on a simple thrifting date.

You and Ellie often shopped at your local thrift stores for a multitude of reasons: it's cheap for not only clothing but accessories as well. You had a slight addiction to the purse and jeans section. There was nothing you loved more than finding a good pair of jeans.

But today, you decided to linger in the electronics section. Ellie trailed behind you with a shopping cart that already had a bunch of pants and cheesy graphic tees for the two of you to try on.

You picked up a small speaker, examining it for its quality.

“Ellie?” You hum to Ellie who was already holding up a chunky VHS camera.

“Babe, check this out,” Ellie walked around the cart to hold up the flipped screen to you.

You set the speaker down on the metal shelf, leaning over to see that the early late 90’s camera was still working properly. With just your luck, too, there were a few tapes next to where Ellie had picked it up from.

“Holy shit, this still works?” You grin as you fidget with the settings. “Should we get this?”

Ellie let out a scoff before nodding: “Fuck yeah. We could record videos to look back on when we’re miserable and old as shit. Like thirty or something.”

You shake your head at her dramatics.

“Thirty is not old but yeah, it could be fun.” You lean into her side, pointing to the tapes and charger that were still plugged into the camcorder. “Grab the tapes, please?”

You tilt your head with a smile at her. Ellie blushes at the eye contact you made with her, kissing your cheek before taking the tapes and charger into her hands. She nervously scratched at her ear as she set the objects into the cart where the child seat was, hoping you didn't see how pink her cheeks turned.

God, she was so adorable.

She would deny the accusation constantly with a shake of her head and a mutter of ‘no, I’m not’ being the stubborn girl she is.

After trying that on all of the clothing, you ended up only narrowing down to a few pairs of jeans and the camera plus the equipment. Once you got back to Ellie’s place, it started out with a few recordings of you doing nothing.

“So, vlog, my beautiful, hot, and sexy girlfriend is getting ready for the day,” Ellie pressed record and held up the camera to you who was applying sunscreen to your freshly washed face. “Not that she needs to because, damn, look at her.”

You let out a groan as you shake your head, now applying your moisturizer right after.

“Babe, you can record at any other time. Why right now?” You chuckle as she just gets closer, zooming into your eyes.

“What do you have to say to your future self who is probably already very happily married to me?” Ellie ignores your complaint, grinning as she backs up a little to get your entire face into the frame.

“Is she still giving that good top?” You deadpan to which Ellie chuckles at.

“I wish I could stop, baby,” she cups your face with one hand, smirking from behind the camera.

“Els,’” you trail off, almost warningly as your cheeks flushed.

Without missing a beat, you playfully slap the camera out gently of your face. Ellie dramatically gasps at your actions, holding the camera at an angle so she can clean the lens with her black wife pleaser.

“Hey! You brought it up.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it were nothing, showing off her outfit in the full-body mirror on the back of the bedroom door.

You smile adoringly at her from your set-up in your vanity mirror, hearing her hype herself up. You had just applied a good amount of your base before motioning for her to come over to you once again. Ellie walked over to you, grinning happily.

“It’s your turn, Els,” you grab the chunky camera from her.

She reluctantly lets you take it from her and crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking at you patiently. You pan the camera up and down as she was wearing a very basic outfit but damn, she always looked good. The way she crossed her arms accentuated her biceps and the big tattoo on her forearm.

“What do you have to say to your future self, baby?” You look at her through the small screen and then at her in real life.

Ellie hummed as she scratched at her jaw. The awful lighting from just your open-blind window made it more homey to you.

“You better not fuck it up with this perfect girl right here.” Ellie points to you with a slight grin as she notices your own smile from behind the camera.

A lot of the videos were just like that. Domestic and homey as the locations changed between your house and hers. Joel even made a few appearances like, for instance, his 58th birthday. All of your family and Joel’s threw a barbecue to which you and Ellie had traded interviewing your sides of the family.

Sarah gave a few loving words for her dad, Jesse, and Dina covered the lens the entire time Ellie tried to record them, and your parents made a few jokes about him being ‘damn near in the grave already.’

Now, you were standing in front of Joel who was working the grill. Ellie was busy already tearing into a few hot dogs so you took the time to ask him some questions.

“So, Joel, how do you feel being fifty-eight?” You record him.

“I feel the same as last year. Ain’t nothin’ special,” he shook his head as if you were bothering him but you knew he was just being a grump for the camera.

“Well, birthday boy, describe what it's like being almost sixty,” you chuckle as he places a hand on his hip, looking at you this time with raised brows.

“Old as hell. Now, here, eat.” He grumbled as he grabbed a hot dog for you and placed it on a paper plate.

You giggled as his southern accent was hilarious when he got all grumpy. He just sounded like a Texan grandpa who’s always complaining about kids these days.

“I figured. Happy birthday, Joel.” You warmly smile at him as you shut the small screen and walk over to hug him.

He tensed for a moment, holding the tongs out of the way. He relaxed into your embrace before pointing at your hot dog.

“Thanks, kid. Now, eat before the damn flies get to it first.” Joel kissed the top of your head before releasing your body.

You let out a soft laugh as you grabbed the white plate before walking over to where Ellie was sitting with her step-sister, Sarah. You send Sarah a smile as you set the camera down next to Ellie, watching her lick the mustard off of her fingers. You grimace at her messy eating before Sarah tells her to stop being gross.

Ellie put her middle finger up at her with an annoyed expression. You grabbed her finger and put it down as your parents were only a few feet away from the two of you.

A few more days passed and you and Ellie had a rather sensual make-out session in her bedroom. Her hands were already up your Beatles oversized t-shirt, the feeling of her palms groping at your tits sending shivers up your spine. You were underneath her, your own hands cupping the sides of her face as you moaned softly into her mouth.

Ellie pulled away suddenly which only caused you to whine, missing her touch.

“Can I get the camera, baby?” She asked you, moving one of her hands down to your hips underneath your shirt and squeezing the flesh.

You nod your head frantically, not even hesitating. The idea was brought up maybe two minutes after purchasing the camera. Ellie said it as a joke but you knew that you would make a million sex tapes with your girl. She made you feel like the sexiest version of yourself and you were curious to see what that looked like on video. Plus, no risk of it getting stuck on the cloud of either of your phones.

Ellie leaned down to peck your lips as she stood up from her bed to grab it from the top of her dresser, right next to her cologne. You sit up slightly as you wait patiently for her to start the camera fixing your hair a bit. You knew the footage was solely going to be between you and her but it didn't hurt to try and make sure you look good.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Ellie’s voice is dripping in lust as she points the lens directly at your flushed and panting figure on the bed.

You somehow managed to blush even more, practically beaming at her compliment. You didn't know what to do now that it was a reality. All you were doing was looking up at her from her standing figure.

How did pornstars do this?

“What do you want me to do, hmm?” Ellie cupped your cheek, her inked arm coming into the frame.

Your face leaned into her touch, sighing at the feeling. Her thumb teasing ran over the swollen skin of your bottom lip. Being the horny shit you were, your jaw fell open in hopes Ellie would slip the finger into your awaiting mouth.

But no; she continued to trace the supple skin with a cocky grin on her face.

“You want my finger, baby?” Ellie hums as she tightens her grip ever so slightly.

“Maybe.” You raise your brows, your pupils blown with desire practically giving you away.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with her head tilted, her own brows raised to match yours. “The way you instantly opened your mouth said something way different.”

You shake your head and take her thumb into your mouth seconds after that, sucking on it with a smile. Ellie muttered a curse under her breath as she watched you through the pixelated screen, wondering how she got so lucky with you.

You, being the tease you are, pull away after about a minute to look up at her with need in your eyes. While still looking up at her, you removed your oversized tee to reveal your bare chest. Your hair settled over your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. You were only in your cheeky cotton maroon panties.

“Jesus, fuck me.” Ellie angled the camera down to your tits, having a little too much fun holding it.

“Alright, give me it, Els.” You snatched the camera from her, pointing it up at Ellie’s towering figure. “You want to eat me out or what?”

Ellie couldn't help but chuckle at your bluntness and confidence now that the camera wasn’t on you. Regardless, she kneeled down on the bed with a ready sigh. She leaned over the camera to capture your lips into a gentle kiss, making you smile giddily.

Your smile was infectious, Ellie, too, smiling so much to the point where she had to pull away. Ellie began to scoot more down your body as you pointed the camera down at her figure. She was caressing your sides as her lips kissed at your chest, moving more and more downwards to your tits. Your breath hitches as she takes your left nipple into her mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue sending pleasure down your spine.

Ellie palms both of your tits, looking up at the lens and then your flushed face from behind it. She continues to suck on your hard nipple, smirking when your hips buck into her own.

“Feels good, Els,” you whimper, your arms already becoming weaker.

Ellie hums against your damp skin, pulling away to grope and admire them. She was annoyingly still in her sports bra and her boxers, revealing nothing to you. If you weren't so clouded by the want of her mouth on your pussy, you would’ve said something.

Ellie’s long fingers hook at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you with a silent question of if it was okay. You nod with a grin, lifting your hips to help her. Ellie slid the dampened underwear down your legs. You could see the wet patch on the crotch area, a slight pang of embarrassment flowing through you.

Ellie, thankfully, began to place feather-soft kisses on the plush of your stomach. You watch her trail her lips down from your skin, inching closer to above your pubic bone.

“Fuck, baby, look at how wet you are,” Ellie teased your drenched folds, the obscene sound causing you to blush shyly.

She holds up her pointer and middle finger, the clear slick of your arousal glistening. She practically shoves them into the lens as you groan at her actions.

“Els, please, don’t. I don’t want my… juices on the camera.” You cringe at the way you phrased it but end up giggling at Ellie’s disgusted face.

“Well, I love your juices,” Ellie quickly grinned devilishly as she sucked off those fingers.

She drove you insane with the smallest things. When she kissed and caressed the plush of your hips and thighs, whispering how ‘sexy’ and ‘perfect’ you are to her. Even touching into the stuff you tended to be more insecure about like the stretch marks on your body.

You never worried about those toxic mind-consuming thoughts with Ellie.

”Can I see the camera, baby? Wanna get this view right here.” Ellie reached for it to which you handed back.

She aimed the camera lens more towards your crotch, legs spread to reveal how much your cunt was needing some release. You suck in a deep breath and adjust yourself as Ellie muttered praises as she ran her fingers carefully over your throbbing clit and soaked folds.

Beginning to grow impatient, you let out a soft noise. Ellie notices that you are becoming more and more needy for something, anything, so she leans over your panting body and sets the camera on the bedside table. The small screen was flipped so that Ellie could adjust it so that the two of you were in the frame. Your hands find their way over Ellie’s body and up into her hair.

You tug her down into a messy kiss, humming as Ellie is caught off guard by your force and nearly slipping from how she was holding herself up with one arm. She moaned softly against your lips, enjoying how your nails were scraping against her scalp.

She hungrily moved down your body, growing impatient herself. You pant softly as you watch her place messy kisses on the curves of your skin as she finally makes her way to your desperate cunt. You let out a soft sigh as she licks one teasing stripe over your clit.

“Look so pretty, Els.” You murmur as you move her falling strands of hair out of her face, a slight whine leaving your mouth.

And, god, she really did. Her eyelids were heavy over her gorgeous eyes as she looked up at you with a slight smile on her lips. She lazily kissed over the sensitive bud, that cheeky smile growing as your hips stuttered.

“My sweet girl.” She teased two fingers over your wet folds, letting out a groan at the obscene sight.

You continue to caress her face and head of hair, never wanting to tear your eyes away from your girlfriend. She glanced up at you as she carefully slid her middle finger into your warm cunt. She kept telling you how good you felt around her fingers and how much she missed your ‘perfect pussy’.

For a moment, you forgot about the camera that was recording your every move. The mic picks up every whine, moan, the sound of Ellie’s fingers fucking into you.

“Baby,” you pant, allowing your hips to grind and follow her curling fingers.

Ellie merely hummed in question as she peered up at you with hooded eyes. You nearly forgot what you were going to be begging for.

More. You just needed more. More of her touch and her lips everywhere. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen and the desperate hump of your hips alerted you that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admit, feeling almost embarrassed by how quickly it was happening.

Ellie pulled her mouth off of you as her arm continued to pump her fingers inside of you. Your chin tilts up, hands reaching up to cradle her face. Ellie hungrily leaned down to kiss you, moaning at the sound of you whimpering against her slick-covered lips.

You were whispering pleads as she continued to fuck you like her life depended on it. Ellie leaned back to look down at her movements before glancing at the camera.

“Cum for me, baby. Need something to help me later on when I watch this over and over just to see how beautiful you look cumming for me.” Ellie groans into your ear.

Your hand reaches down to grip at her wrist but Ellie grabs your hand to kiss at your palm as another form of stimulation. You whine as your hips stutter and you feel a sharp feeling running down your spine. Ellie mutters curses as she feels you clamp down on her two fingers as your orgasm takes over.

You let out a few louder moans as you sit up carefully to let yourself ride out the orgasm.

“Fuck, Els,” you whisper as you try and come down from the high as easily as possible.

“Hey, hey, lay back, baby,” Ellie ever so slightly pressed on your lower abdomen so that your back was against the mattress once again.

Feeling light and lazy, you do as she had told you. You take slow breaths as you shut your eyes. Ellie’s body hovers over yours for a moment and you hear the hard plastic being lifted from the bedside table. You open one eye to see Ellie was aiming the camera towards the cum that was leaking. Her already wet fingers were running through your folds, being as filthy as ever.

“How’s it look?” You hum with a playful grin.

“You know, perfect, I guess,” Ellie shrugs her shoulders but her grin tells you she’s matching your energy.

As tired as you were, you wanted to make Ellie feel good too. You sit up to come face to face with her, leaning close to capture her lips into a gentle kiss. Ellie hums against your lips, setting the camera on the empty mattress right next to you both. Pulling away, you take her hand that was inside of you and raise it to your lips.

“You're gonna wanna record this, Els,” You tilt your head towards the still-recording camera.

Ellie didn't have to be told twice as she leaped for the boxy hunk of plastic and aimed the lens at your pretty plumped lips. You lick up the length of her fingers, tasing your own arousal. Ellie watched you through the small screen, wondering how fucking lucky she got with you.

You had no idea who infatuated the freckled girl was with you. Your eyes flickered to Ellie behind the camera, her pale skin practically a poppy red shade from how flustered she was. You popped off her long fingers, kissing the pads of her middle and ring fingers before sitting back on your ass as you looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You think I’ll be a star?” You ask again, playing into the pornstar role-play.

Ellie blew a huff of air as she cupped your face to peck at your lips: “Without a doubt, babe.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #wlw smut #sapphic #wlw #ellie tlou2 #lgbtq community #lesbian

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Already Yours~ E.M

haileighboi asked:

Ok so here is a little fluff one shot

The party notices that Eddie doesn’t talk about girls or really ever interacts with them outside of deals. So the deem themselves to find Eddie a girlfriend and what better person to be than their babysitter aka the reader who is basically Eddie but in girl form. Little does the party know that Eddie and the reader have been together since freshman year. (The reader has graduated and works at the record store to save money for when Eddie finally graduates and get there own place) :)

@ceriseheaven

" Do you think he already has a girlfriend? Mike asks, as Dustin sits down at his spot at the Hellfire table. " Eddie?" Mike nods. " I don't think he has ever talked about girl or even talked to a girl before" Dustin says as he takes out his folder.

" That fool doesn't know what a girl even is" Erica says.

" I have never seen him with a girl" Gareth says. The doors to the dram room fly open as Eddie strolls in, the room got suddenly quiet for some reason causing Eddie to stop in his tracks as he looked from one to the other of his little sheep.

" Usually your like chatterboxes that never stop talking, what's going on?" Eddie sits on his throne, " Dustin? Care to tell me what's going on?"

Dustin cleared his throat as he nervously looked at the others wide eyed. No one uttered a word and looked away.

" We were just talking about my babysitter I used to have" he shrugs thinking it was the best option. Eddie rose his eyebrow, " Oh really? What's so special about this babysitter?"

" She's really cool, she has really long pretty hair, she wears rings on her fingers like you, she's into the same music as you. I'm surprised you two haven't met yet" Eddie tilts his head as he listens. Someone like him? A girl?

The only girl that was on Eddie's mind was you. You had the prettiest hair, the prettiest eyes, you listened to the same music as he does, you wore rings on your fingers like he does. One was a butterfly, one of a horse, one with a gemstone of your favorite color. You had a guitar pick necklace just like Eddie does, it was green and little scratched up. Your dad has given you the guitar pick before he passed away. It was something you had of him. You always wore converse on your feet, you preferred to wear pants over skirts.

You were a girl version of Eddie. He had kept you a secret from the rest of the gang, not because he was embarrassed or anything like that. He wanted you for his own. He knew the rest would bomber you with questions about your relationship.

" Oh! she always made us the best food, took care of us" Mike nodded as he knew who Dustin was talking about. " You're mom never stopped talking about her"

" She's really cool"

" Are going to chit chat all day or what?' Erica asks, with her arms across her chest.

Eddie had already had everything set up, " You heard Lady AppleJack."

" Relax, your just jealous I had a cooler babysitter than you" Dustin says. Erica rolled her eyes.

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" I think we should find Eddie a girlfriend" Robin says as she watches the metal head look through the horror section for movie night at Steve's house. You weren't feeling too good, he would stop by later to check on you. He was pretty bummed out that he wasn't able to hang out with you.

" Munson?" Steve ask as he turns around from the computer.

" No, dingus. The wall. Yes, Eddie" she grumble underneath her breathe.

" I'm pretty sure he never had a girlfriend before. I'm not sure he knows how to talk to a girl" Steve says as he looks over at Eddie. Eddie had grabbed two films from the horror section and made his way over to the two.

" What are you two talking about?" He asks, placing the films on the counter. " Quick Question, Munson. Have you ever thought about, I don't know. Um, asking a girl out? Having a girlfriend?"

Eddie's eyebrows knitted together as he looked between the two.

" Why would I want to ask a girl out? I'm pretty okay where I'm at. My love life isn't any of your business" He says.

" Oh come on, Eddie. Not one single girl interest you in this town?" Eddie shrugs. There was only one girl for him and that was you.

" You have pretty hair, and I'm sure some girl would love to get to know the Eddie Munson. What do you think if Steve and I play match maker?"

" No thanks, Buckley" Eddie shook his head as he took the films he was renting out in his hands. " I'll see you later"

" We are getting him a girlfriend" Steve says turning back around to what he was doing on the computer.

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Eddie awkwardly stood next to the girl that Steve said he had to meet. She wore a Metallica shirt, a leather jacket and was talking up a storm about the band she was into. It's not that Eddie didn't want to talk to or listen. He rather be in any place with you than here.

He twisted the rings on his fingers, a hand placed on his shoulder brought his attention as he looked over seeing Steve by his side.

" How's it going?" he asks, looking from Eddie to the girl. He thought Eddie would like this girl very much and things were going to go right. It looks like they weren't from the expression on Eddie's face.

" He's really is something, Steve" the girl says as she looks Eddie's way. Eddie avert his gaze feeling out of place. " isn't she pretty?" Steve asks. Eddie shrugs off Steve's hand on his shoulder.

" Harrington, thanks. But no, thanks" he says as he simply offered the girl a sympathetic smile as he made his way out of the house. He felt really wrong being there.

He didn't need a girlfriend. He had one already. You.

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Eddie and you have been together since freshman year in high school. You stood out from everyone else, as soon as his eyes spotted you walking into the cafeteria, he dropped his pretzels as he hurried to introduce himself.

He ended up crashing into you instead, apologizing with a hint of red on his cheeks as he looked anywhere else but you.

" My name is Eddie" he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

" I know, my name is Y/N" you tell him. You had already shared a couple of classes with him. He always sat in the back, doodling in his notebook. His heart swelled up when you knew who he was already. The rest was history. The two of you went on dates, not really telling people that you were dating each other. It was you and him. That all that matters.

Your mom had tried to set you up with a couple of boy's mom she knew around town but you weren't interested. You were in love with your boyfriend. The metal head had stolen your heart at first glance.

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You were restocking some albums that had came in when the door opened and a head of brown curls and the dimple smile that you loved walked through the door.

" Hey Eds" you greeted him. You had graduated high school and working at the record store to save up when Eddie graduates to have a place of your own.

" Hey, sweetheart" he greets you, making his way over to you and wraps his arms behind. He placed his head on your shoulder as he watches you. " My girl is working hard" he says, kissing your clothed shoulder.

" Always, really can't wait till you graduate babe and we can move into our own place" he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He places a small kiss there causing you to giggle.

His favorite sound.

" Me neither, can't wait to have you wake up next to me every day. Come home to you and get all the kisses in the world"

" You already get all the kisses in the world" he turns you around his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling at him.

" I" he pecks your lips " can" he kisses you again, " never" he places another peck on your lips, " get" he kisses you again, " enough," he pecks your lips again, " kisses."

He kisses you passionately, one hand going into your hair while the other holds your hips. Your hands rest on his chest as you kiss him back.

You pull away breathless, " as much as I would love to keep kissing you, baby. I need to get back work, some of us have jobs"

He rolls his eyes.

" When do you get off?" he asks.

You hummed looking at the time, " In four hours."

He groans, throwing his head back. " It's too long"

" You'll be okay Eds, it's only a few hours" he leans in to nuzzle his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent.

" I'll miss you"

" I'll miss you too" he pulls away with a pout. " Eds, I need to work"

" Fine, I'll go but one more kiss?" he puckers his lips. You lean over to kiss him.

He was too cute.

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Steve parks the car in front of the movies, Robin is in the passenger seat, Dustin is in the back with Lucas and Mike. Argyle parks his next to Steve's with Will, Nancy and Jonathan in the back.

They already see Eddie's van parked a few spaces down.

What their eyes couldn't believe was when they got out of the cars and made their way to the entrance, there stood Eddie with his arms wrapped around a girl. A girl.

Not just any girl. It was you.

" Y/N!?" Dustin asked in disbelief. You pulled away from Eddie's arm and looked over at him. " Dustin?" you asked, shocked to see him.

" What are you doing here?" you asked.

" What are you doing here?' he asked.

" Seeing a movie with my boyfriend and his friends"

" You're dating Eddie?" Mike asks.

" Hi Mike" you waved, " you out grew the hair. Nice" you motion to it.

" Thanks" he says.

" I can't believe your dating Y/N. She was my old babysitter"

" So this is the cool girl you kept telling me about, I already knew my girl was the coolest" Eddie says as he wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek.

Your cheeks flushed red, " We didn't know Eddie knew what a girl even is" Steve says.

" Very funny, Harrington"

#eddie x reader #Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #Eddie munson x you #jewls writes #fluff

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somfte · 1 year

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Every instance of “Flint” in Treasure Island

If I don’t have a dram o’ rum, Jim, I’ll have the horrors; I seen some on ‘em already. I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, I seen him; and if I get the horrors, I’m a man that has lived rough, and I’ll raise Cain.

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Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to—well, yes, I will!—to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands—magistrates and sich—and he’ll lay ‘em aboard at the Admiral Benbow—all old Flint’s crew, man and boy, all on ‘em that’s left. I was first mate, I was, old Flint’s first mate, and I’m the on’y one as knows the place.

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The name of Captain Flint, thought it was strange to me, was well enough known to some there and carried a great weight of terror.

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The blind man cursed the money. “Flint’s fist, I mean,” he cried.

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“You have heard of this Flint, I suppose?"

“Heard of him!” cried the squire. “Heard of him, you say! He was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him that, I tell you, sir, I was sometimes proud he was an Englishman. I’ve seen his top-sails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that I sailed with put back—put back, sir, into Port of Spain.”

“Well, I’ve heard of him myself, in England,” said the doctor. “But the point is, had he money?”

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“[...] What I want to know is this: Supposing that I have here in my pocket some clue to where Flint buried his treasure, will that treasure amount to much?”

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"Come away, Hawkins," he would say; "come and have a yarn with John. Nobody more welcome than yourself, my son. Sit you down and hear the news. Here's Cap'n Flint—I calls my parrot Cap'n Flint, after the famous buccaneer—here's Cap'n Flint predicting success to our v'yage. Wasn't you, cap'n?"

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"O, not I," said Silver. "Flint was cap'n; I was quartermaster, along of my timber leg."

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"[...] so it was with the old Walrus, Flint's old ship, as I've seen amuck with the red blood and fit to sink with gold."

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"Ah!" cried another voice, that of the youngest hand on board, and evidently full of admiration. "He was the flower of the flock, was Flint!"

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"Davis was a man too, by all accounts," said Silver. "I never sailed along of him; first with England, then with Flint, that's my story; and now here on my own account, in a manner of speaking. I laid by nine hundred safe, from England, and two thousand after Flint. That ain't bad for a man before the mast—all safe in bank. 'Tain't earning now, it's saving does it, you may lay to that. Where's all England's men now? I dunno. Where's Flint's? Why, most on 'em aboard here, and glad to get the duff—been begging before that, some on 'em."

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"[...] There was some that was feared of Pew, and some that was feared of Flint; but Flint his own self was feared of me. Feared he was, and proud. They was the roughest crew afloat, was Flint's; the devil himself would have been feared to go to sea with them. Well now, I tell you, I'm not a boasting man, and you seen yourself how easy I keep company, but when I was quartermaster, lambs wasn't the word for Flint's old buccaneers. Ah, you may be sure of yourself in old John's ship."

---

"So?" says Silver. "Well, and where are they now? Pew was that sort, and he died a beggar-man. Flint was, and he died of rum at Savannah. [...]"

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"That's what I call business. Well, what would you think? put 'em ashore like maroons? That would have been England's way. Or cut 'em down like that much pork? That would have been Flint's or Billy Bones's."

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[...] one after another of the trio took the pannikin and drank—one "To luck," another with a "Here's to old Flint," [...]

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"Now, Jim, you tell me true: that ain't Flint's ship?" he asked.

At this I had a happy inspiration. I began to believe that I had found an ally, and I answered him at once.

"It's not Flint's ship, and Flint is dead; but I'll tell you true, as you ask me—there are some of Flint's hands aboard; worse luck for the rest of us."

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"So much I'll tell you, and no more. I were in Flint's ship when he buried the treasure; he and six along—six strong seamen. They was ashore nigh on a week, and us standing off and on in the old Walrus. One fine day up went the signal, and here come Flint by himself in a little boat, and his head done up in a blue scarf. The sun was getting up, and mortal white he looked about the cutwater. But, there he was, you mind, and the six all dead—dead and buried. How he done it, not a man aboard us could make out. It was battle, murder, and sudden death, leastways—him against six. Billy Bones was the mate; Long John, he was quartermaster; and they asked him where the treasure was. 'Ah,' says he, 'you can go ashore, if you like, and stay,' he says; 'but as for the ship, she'll beat up for more, by thunder!' That's what he said.

"Well, I was in another ship three years back, and we sighted this island. 'Boys,' said I, 'here's Flint's treasure; let's land and find it.' The cap'n was displeased at that, but my messmates were all of a mind and landed. Twelve days they looked for it, and every day they had the worse word for me, until one fine morning all hands went aboard. 'As for you, Benjamin Gunn,' says they, 'here's a musket,' they says, 'and a spade, and pick-axe. You can stay here and find Flint's money for yourself,' they says. [...]"

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"Israel was Flint's gunner," said Gray hoarsely.

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"[...] and here they are ashore in the old stockade, as was made years and years ago by Flint. Ah, he was the man to have a headpiece, was Flint! Barring rum, his match were never seen. He were afraid of none, not he; on'y Silver—Silver was that genteel."

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All at once there began the most horrid, unearthly screaming, which at first startled me badly, though I had soon remembered the voice of Captain Flint and even thought I could make out the bird by her bright plumage as she sat perched upon her master's wrist.

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One I recognized for the coxswain's, Israel Hands, that had been Flint's gunner in former days.

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Silver's green parrot, Captain Flint! It was she whom I had heard pecking at a piece of bark; [...]

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"Yes," said one, "that's Flint, sure enough. J. F., and a score below, with a clove hitch to it; so he done ever."

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Even Silver, eating away, with Captain Flint upon his shoulder, had not a word of blame for their recklessness.

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To complete his strange appearance, Captain Flint sat perched upon his shoulder and gabbling odds and ends of purposeless sea-talk.

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Every here and there, one of a different species rose forty or fifty feet clear above its neighbours, and which of these was the particular "tall tree" of Captain Flint could only be decided on the spot, and by the readings of the compass.

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"[...] But, by thunder! If it don't make me cold inside to think of Flint. This is one of his jokes, and no mistake. Him and these six was alone here; he killed 'em, every man; and this one he hauled here and laid down by compass, shiver my timbers! [...]"

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"Speaking of knives," said another, "why don't we find his'n lying round? Flint warn't the man to pick a seaman's pocket; and the birds, I guess, would leave it be."

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"No, by gum, it don't," agree Silver; "not nat'ral, nor not nice, says you. Great guns! Messmates, but if Flint was living, this would be a hot spot for you and me. Six they were, and six are we; and bones is what they are now."

"I saw him dead with these here deadlights," said Morgan. "Billy took me in. There he laid, with penny-pieces on his eyes."

"Dead—aye, sure enough he's dead and gone below," said the fellow with the bandage; "but if ever sperrit walked, it would be Flint's. Dear heart, but he died bad, did Flint!"

"Aye, that he did," observed another; "now he raged, and now he hollered for the rum, and now he sang. 'Fifteen Men' were his only song, mates; and I tell you true, I never rightly like to hear it since. It was main hot, and the windy was open, and I hear that old song comin' out as clear as clear—and the death-haul on the man already."

"Come, come," said Silver; "stow this talk. He's dead, and he don't walk. that I know; leastways, he won't walk by day, and you may lay to that. Care killed a cat. Fetch ahead for the doubloons."

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"I don't feel sharp," growled Morgan. "Thinkin' o' Flint—I think it were—as done me."

"Ah, well, my son, you praise your stars he's dead," said Silver.

"He were an ugly devil" cried a third pirate with a shudder; "that blue in the face too!"

"That was how the rum took him," added Merry. "Blue! Well, I reckon he was blue. That's a true word."

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"It's Flint, by ———!" cried Merry.

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"Shipmates," he cried, "I'm here to get that stuff, and I'll not be beat by man or devil. I never was feared of Flint in his life, and, by the powers, I'll face him dead. [...]"

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"[...] And come to think on it, it was like Flint's voice, I grant you, but not just clear-away like it, after all. [...]"

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"It don't make much odds, do it, now?" asked Dick. "Ben Gunn's not here in the body any more'n Flint."

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One one of these boards I saw, branded with a hot iron, the name Walrus—the name of Flint's ship.

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That was Flint's treasure that we had come so far to seek and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from the Hispaniola. How many it had cost in the amassing, what blood and sorrow, what good ships scuttled on the deep, what brave men walking the plank blindfold, what shot of cannon, what shame and lies and cruelty, perhaps no man alive could tell.

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Of Silver we have heard no more. That formidable seafaring man with one leg has at last gone clean out of my life; but I dare say he met his old Negress, and perhaps still lives in comfort with her and Captain Flint. It is to be hoped so, I suppose, for his chances of comfort in another world are very small.

The bar silver and the arms still lie, for all that I know, where Flint buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me. Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed island; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts or start upright in bed with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears: "Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!"

#treasure island #black sails related #the name Flint appears 59 times in the text of this book #(one time is in a chapter title - i didn't include that here)#anyway i hate it here (affectionate)#happy black sailsiversary #long post

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Love at first bump

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

A room filled with blindfolded students screaming codes to attract one another. What could go wrong?

Inspired by a real event, hence this will be college AU!

It was a game of... You didn't know what it was called, but it involved blindfolds and screaming codes to attract your teammates.

Well, here are the game mechanics: You are to be grouped, blindfolded and lead away from each other. You will then scour for the whole room to find your groupmates whilst blindfolded and yelling codes to find them. The group that has attracted all their members first is the winner.

Simple, right? And enjoyable too, especially to those who are facilitating the whole thing, specifically, the student council who are required to watch over the temporarily vision-impaired students to avoid accidents. Other than that, the student council also could get their phones out to record fun things the student body has done whilst feeling through the dark.

And what have the student council officer in particular captured on camera?

Your code was to scream 'ribbit' to search for your teammates and so far, you have about three of your classmates out of fifteen. Your blindfold was black and tightly tied around your head, it would be possible to peak, not even a glimpse of light shone through. You feel through the room with one hand holding on to your classmates tightly just in case other players were to walk through and risk separating you from them.

It was fun, the room was overwhelming with other groups screaming in search for their groupmates, you couldn't see a damn thing, and thankfully no one has felt you up, nor have you tripped nor stumbled. Well, that's the student body's job to prevent it, but you digress. A classmate of yours joked she feels like in Fifty Shades of Grey with the blindfold, earning a few reactions from your other classmates varying from agreement to disgust.

Edward fucking hated it. Apparently it was mandatory to attend the acquaintance party bla bla bla fucking hell, can't he study in peace instead? Not feel into the space with a blindfold on, Jesus fucking Christ he cannot take his seriously. He even stood by the corner, not doing a thing, wanting no part of this whole... Farm house, just a bunch of students screaming animal noise to search for their fellow animals in the dark.

And he thought this was a prestigious college.

"Meow?" A groupmate of his calls.

Sighing in defeat, Edward mutters the code begrudgingly. Before he knew it, someone awkwardly reached for his arm and whipped him away from his corner.

As he try to catch up with his classmates, tension between his brows as he felt overwhelmed with the noises from various students screaming and shrieking. As he stumbles forward from the tug of his classmates, he felt himself collide with an incoming person who had also happen to be walking his way.

You yelped upon feeling a hard impact against your noggin, feeling a faint sensation of someone's lips against yours. The hit against your forehead was painful enough for the 'kiss' to even register in your head, nor does his frantic apologies.

Before you can do anything else, you were dragged away by your classmates.

... it was captured on video by a student council member.

At the end of the game, your group didn't win but you sure did have fun. The thought of someone bumping against you remain in your head, as well as the lingering pain it left, but you proceeded to other activities without recalling that moment... Until the end of the party and the student council member in possession of the footage got to work.

Have you any idea how apologetic Edward was? The impact against your head hurt, but it was not his concern, the 'kiss' was. Jesus Christ, that was his first kiss too! Never have he thought he would got that in this dumb fucking game of groping in the dark oh my fucking god 🤦🏻‍♀️

Imagine his horror when the footage of that certain interaction was uploaded and edited with dramatic k-drama music, sent from various group chat to another, trending in the university page and even making an appearance in the school papers. Oh the teasing he got from his peers, his roommates, his friends BACK HOME EVEN FOUND OUT HOW DID THEY--

"Love at first blind sight~"

"No no! Love at first bump!" Your classmates teased, playfully shoving you by the shoulder before giggling while you continue to stare aghast at the video.

"Oh my fucking god, who is he?" Slips from your throat, so small and high.

"Oooh~ reconnecting with your baby love?"

"No, I'm going to apologize!" You exclaimed with a face shaded with embarrassment. God you wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

"Well I don't see it being your fault, you both couldn't see." Shrugs your friend. "And come on, he looks a little cute. Imagine him without a blindfold."

"Oh bitch, he already looks cute with the blindfold on! Imagine that in the bedro--"

"Oh my fucking god!" You interrupt before your classmate can finish her sentence, as the others burst into a collective laughter.

"Fifty shades of L/N! Starring Y/N L/N and Mister No name kid!"

"Yeah omg, who is he anyways?"

"Fellow first year, I think. Hold on, let me ask friends from the other block."

As you simmer behind your palms covering your face, you wait as they uttered out his name.

"Edward Nygma... Hold on, let me find his socials--"

"Girl what are you, the FBI?"

"Oh you absolute stalker!"

"Shut it, as if you wouldn't have done the same!" The friend rolls her eyes at the others, before making a few taps on her phone and she lights up. She turns over you with a smirk. "Would you look at that, he lives a floor below your dorm."

"Damn, you are topping him."

"Lee! Shut it!" You shrieked with flushed cheeks, while the rest of your friends laughed.

Edward Nygma... Floor below me...

He too, wanted to crawl under a rock and die after seeing that footage, as his face heats up and his hands were clammy, clutching his phone as it vibrated from the notifications he is receiving from shocked and teasing peers.

There was a knock on his door, something finally pulling him out of his reverie. He gathers his bearings real quick, tossing himself out of his bed and opening the the door... Fuck

"Hi um... I'm the person who-"

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to step that way! I-I was blindfolded and my classmates were dragging me and I should have looked where I was going and--"

"H-hey! None of is your fault, nor is it mine, but I'm so sorry that this happened. And..." You wouldn't dare look behind your back to make it obvious that you knew your friends followed behind you with their phones ready. "I um... I'm Y/N by the way. From 1B?"

I'm going to pretend I don't know your name, obviously.

"E-Edward... Nygma." He holds out his hand. That's what they do in introductions right? Or is it the first person to introduce themself engage in holding their hand out for a handshake-- a-am I doing this wrong--

"Nice to meet you. Um... Sorry for bumping into you again um..." Do I bring up the kiss? No that'd be weird, oh my god...

"Huh yeah um... Nice to meet you too. Say uh..." Since you got my first kiss, I might as well um... "Do you wanna go out sometimes?"

Oh you idiot, did you think they would--

"Ah yeah! I'm just a floor above you. Room 26. But here's my number um... Can I?"

Edward fumbles for a moment searching for the phone in his pocket, when he realised he had left it on his bed. He holds his hand out for a moment, before sprinting in his dorm to grab his phone. Quickly going back outside his dorm, he unlocks his phone and allows you to add your number in his contact list and in turn, you let him do the same.

"Well, I'll see you around... Edward." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that lit his face red from the tip of his ears.

"Ahehehhehe... Um... See ya." He tries to play it cool as well, as he watches you retreat back to your dorm, climbing the stairs.

He practically slams his door from the adrenaline, holding in a squeal before it was unleashed when he tossed himself on his bed and held his pillow on his chest and face. You, on the other hand, was attacked in the staircase via your friends who were squealing, jumping and shaking you from excitement and all the while, all you can do was to shake your head at their antics and dramatics.

#edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #young justice riddler #young justice riddler x reader

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I just realized I can post whatever I want. Here’s the navy seal copypasta in Shakespearean.

What the alas didst thee just fucking sayeth about me, thee dram wench? i'll has't thee knoweth i graduat'd top of mine own class in the navy seals, and i've been involv'd in num'rous secret raids on al-quaeda, and i has't ov'r 300 confirm'd kills. I am did train in g'rilla warfare and i'm the top snip'r in the entire us cap-a-pe f'rces. Thou art nothing to me but just anoth'r targeteth. I shall wipeth thee the alas out with precision the likes of which hast nev'r been seen bef're on this earth, marketh mine own fucking w'rds. Thee bethink thee can receiveth hence with declaring yond the horror to me ov'r the int'rnet? bethink again, alas'r. As we speaketh i am contacting mine own secret netw'rk of spies across the usa and thy ip is being trac'd even but now so thee bett'r prepareth f'r the st'rm, maggot. The st'rm yond wipes out the pathetic dram thing thee calleth thy life. Thou art fucking dead, peat. I can beest anywh're, anytime, and i can killeth thee in ov'r seven hundr'd ways, and yond's just with mine own bareth hands. Not only am i extensively did train in unarm'd combat, but i has't access to the entire arsenal of the unit'd states marine c'rps and i shall useth t to its full extent to wipeth thy mis'rable rampallian off the visage of the continent, thee dram the horror. If 't be true only thee couldst has't known what unholy retribution thy dram "clev'r" comment wast about to bringeth down upon thee, haply thee wouldst has't did hold thy fucking tongue. But thee couldn't, thee didn't, and anon thou art paying the price, thee goddamn clotpole. I shall the horror fury all ov'r thee and thee shall drowneth in t. Thou art fucking dead, kiddo

Here’s the translator I used

#lingojam #navy seal copypasta #Shakespearean translation

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Hello!! We never fuckin use this thing but whatever! Welcome to the cross-over no one asked for, starring Marble Hornets and Steven Universe!

But it gets better- we used our fictives' appearances for all of them instead of cannon because- fuck cannon! /dram

Here we have:

- Alex Kralie as blue pearl. He would definitely work for blue and be a miserable wet mop.

- Seth Wilson as white pearl. In this au, white diamond is the operator. So Seth is definitely white diamond's personal advocate. He has seen the horrors

- Amy Walters as spinel. Because ohhhhh man Alex totally had to like- abandon her at some point for personal endeavors in some war effort or some shit I dunno, and Amy went absolutely buck-wild apeshit.

And then lastly, in the works, we have a sketch of Sarah Reed as Amethyst! Because shes a badass and will fuck up your shit, and probably call you a dumb loser /hj

Uhhhhhh yeah thats pretty much it for now. Busted all of those out in a fucking day thats crazy

- Tim/Masky

#steven universe #marble hornets #alex kralie #seth wilson #sarah reed #amy walters #white pearl #blue pearl #spinel #amethyst #SU #MH #marble hornets AU #steven universe AU #fictives #spent all fucking day on these #holy shit #how did we finish all of these let alone make them look so good im gonna lose it

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New Fiction Podcasts - 1st February

The 100 Handed: Lost Souls Audio Book Weep at the wonder. Howl at the horror. The tattooed magician Wexler and his werewolf partner V come face to face with the mysterious Hundred Handed in this action-packed season. Maya, an illusionist working for the Hundred Handed, is working fervently on a project that will cause countless deaths in Austin, Texas. Not to mention, Maya has a prisoner under her control. A prisoner suffering experimentation at the hands of Katherine, V's mother. A prisoner that could turn the tide in the Hundred Handed's favor. A prisoner that Wexler knows all too well . . https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240125-01 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2306657.rss

Transmissions from the Campfire Audio Book Warm your soul by the fire with short fiction of the dark, the odd and sometimes the outright disturbing. Stories written by Patrick Kitson and performed by Daniel Kelley https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240126-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f1391894/podcast/rss

The StarWell Foundation Audio Drama The StarWell Foundation is a comicbook audio drama about what happens when hospital stop asking to meet athletes, celebrities or superheroes and start asking to meet Villains. Recently promoted from intern, Mary Dare has take on the task of finding these crooks and criminals and convincing them to be a little not-so-bad. She has to deal with the villains not trusting her, the heroes don't trust and even her co-workers don't trust her while helping to inspire kids and bring some unpredictable joy to their life. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240125-03 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/f4680190-19fb-4622-b375-03acf8f452a0

Starbusters Audio Drama The adventures of Captain Zeppelin Caffrey & his crew as they travel across the galaxy aboard the Charlotte. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240126-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/65b1fa870b04eb0016d40a3c

Gun and Wand: The Official Companion Podcast Audio Drama Gun and Wand: The Official Companion Podcast is literally the only podcast about the new gangster-fantasy TV drama Gun and Wand, now streaming on BHO. Join host Alfie Packham and producer Caroline McEvoy as they delve behind the scenes with cast interviews, episode breakdowns, and discussions of lore, magic, and wizard nudity. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240101-14 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/658eff00ce70060016a2cd1e

Order & Defiance Audio RPG A 5th edition Dungeons & Dragons game with Michael Hodgins as Dasmer Elderstag, Crofton Steers as Tilton "Flea" Fowler, and Beau Schwartz as Dungeon Master. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240123-05 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/order-and-defiance

Corvairs & Horny Toads Podcast Audio Book My collection of short stories focuses on a fictional small town on the Texas-New Mexico border. My stories show the surprising diversity of the people of the Llano Estacado, as well as the grit and determination it takes to survive and thrive on the windblown plains. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240107-03 RSS: https://api.substack.com/feed/podcast/2207183.rss

Jonathan Audio Drama Een jonge AIVD'er neemt het op tegen Russische infiltranten in Nederland. Volg de 6-delige serie en mis geen aflevering. Jonathan is een nieuwe serie van Inse Martin – een pseudoniem waarachter een oud aivd-medewerker schuilgaat. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240122-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/65670dc146897a00133e06fe

Tales of Icarus Audio Book A series illustrating the sights that Icarus saw during his time soaring through the skies. These are original short stories written by your host, Daedalus, or Dae for short. Welcome to the world of my imagination, I am excited to share it with you. Don't fly too close to the sun. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240118-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/eeeadd5c/podcast/rss

”A Year of Tears and Laughter” Audio Drama Berwick Black Box Community Theater has started a series that follows different characters throughout the year as they encounter and deal with different holidays. Our mission is to bring performance opportunities and theatrical education to the community of Berwick Pennsylvania. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240122-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/clhosler99/feed.xml

Journey to the Heart Audio Drama In a world where everyone shares a tattoo with their soulmate, you'd think falling in love would be easy. Journey to the Heart follows three best friends as they go on an adventure of a lifetime. Albina, Babette, and Charlie are displeased with their soulmate tattoo, or lack of one, which leads them to go on an adventure that will change their lives forever. Journey to the Heart will be the first "choose your own journey" podcast musical. The audience will get to decide where the story goes and your choices will influence what happens as the story develops. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240122-04 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/journeytotheheart

Limbo Calling Audio Drama Archive recordings from the Radio Limbo vaults, lovingly restored in this series from Limbo Tapes. A treasure trove of dispatches from an unnamed radio operator, revealing insights into Limbo culture, and the effects of being stationed at the ambiguous ”outpost”. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240125-04 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/limbotapes/feed.xml

Alice in Wonderland Audio Drama A curious young girl tumbles into a whimsical and fantastical world where she encounters peculiar characters and navigates surreal challenges, ultimately discovering herself in the process. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240111-03 RSS: https://feeds.transistor.fm/alice-in-wonderland

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My 2023 in Film

Part 1: 1-50

I went a bit overboard with my movie watching this year. Although in my defense I was working at a movie theater for most of the year.

I'll just put a brief plot description for each one, but if you're curious about my thoughts on anything specific, just ask. ^__^

* = rewatched

[++] = I loved it [+] = I liked it [=] = I am indifferent about it [-] = Not my thing [--] = I hate it

Click on the list number to get a trailer for it.

Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1993) * ---Animated Superhero Noir Crime Drama From the team behind Batman: The Animated Series. Bruce Wayne's life is about to get a lot more complicated when a former lover, the Joker, and a mysterious and deadly vigilante come into town at the same time. [+]

Demons (1985) ---Horror A group of strangers try and survive when people at a special movie screening start turning into demons. [+]

Near Dark (1987) ---Horror A young man is bitten by a cute vampire drifter and is offered a chance to give up his old life to join her roving band of vampires. [+]

Tremors 2: Aftershocks (1996) ---Creature Feature Comedy Years after the events of the first movie Earl and Burt decide to take a job helping an oil company in Mexico who are having an issue with graboids. [=]

Get Duked! (2019) ---Dark Comedy A group of young delinquents try and win an award by navigating the Scottish highlands by themselves with only a map to aide them. But things get much more challenging when a rich man begins to hunt them for sport. [+]

Tremors 3: Back to Perfection (2001) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt returns back where everything began: Perfection, Nevada. Unfortunately he soon learns he isn't the only one to return when a pack of graboids shows up. [=]

Tremors 4: The Legend Begins (2004) ---Creature Feature Comedy It's 1889 and the inhabitants of the nascent Perfection are about to have their first encounter with the graboids. [=]

Tremors 5: Bloodlines (2015) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt heads to Africa on a graboid-hunting job and winds up playing a father-figure to his new cameraman Travis. [-]

Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell (2018) ---Creature Feature Comedy Burt and Travis head to Northern Canada to investigate reports of graboid activity in the glaciers. [-]

10.

Holy Spider (2022) ---Crime Thriller A female journalist in Iran heads further and further into the dark criminal underworld as she attempts to track down a serial killer who has been targeting sex workers. [=]

11.

Fire of Love (2022) ---Biographical Documentary Volcano Romance The story of volcanologist couple Katia and Maurice Krafft. [++]

12.

Dinner in America (2020) ---Punkl Rock Comedic Rom-Dram

In the Midwestern suburbs, a punk rocker on the lam from the police decides to hole up with a strange fan. [+]

13.

May (2002) ---Horror/Drama

An unusual and sheltered young woman tries to broaden her horizons, but winds up going down a dark path. [+]

14.

Sightseers (2012) ---Comedic Crime Adventure

A man and his girlfriend desperately want to have romantic road trip, but they are gonna have to fight for it when the fates are determined to derail them. [=]

15.

Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes (2020) ---Sci-fi Comedy

The owner of a cafe discovers that his security camera gives him a 2 minute peak into the future. [+]

16.

Pride & Prejudice (2005) * ---Period Romance

Elizabeth Bennett is one of five sisters and her mother wants nothing more than to get her daughters married off. But when two eligible bachelors come to town things are about to get complicated. [++]

17.

Broker (2022) ---Drama Crime Road Trip

A pair of well-meaning baby traffickers team up with a new mother to find a good home for her newborn child. [=]

18.

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988) ---Comedy Crime

Two con men make a bet to see who can swindle a rich woman first. [-]

19.

Coherence (2013) ---Sci-Fi

A group of friends are having a dinner party, but things are about to get strange and dangerous when a passing comet gives them a brush with another world. [-]

20.

The Company of Wolves (1984) ---Fantasy

Dreams interweave with reality as a young girl's fears and aspirations mix together into different stories. [+]

21.

Starfish (2018) * ---Sci-Fi Drama

A strange event leaves a young woman alone in the world. In order to set things right she'll have to confront her grief and decipher the messages her best friend left for her to find. [++]

22.

The Girl From the Other Side (2022) ---Animated Fantasy Adventure

A curse haunts the land and anyone infected by it will slowly lose their humanity. In response humans have retreated into the cities, leaving the creatures to lurk in the surrounding wilderness. But when one of the creatures comes across a child sleeping in the woods he finds himself compelled to protect her. [++]

23.

Turning Red (2022) ---Comedy Coming-of-Age

A 13-year-old girl has to deal with her changing body when her body starts turning into a giant red panda without warning. [=]

24.

Streets of Fire (1984) ---Rock 'n Roll Action Adventure

A wandering badass has to rescue his old flame when a gang of bikers kidnap her in the middle of her rock show. [+]

25.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023) ---Super-hero Shitshow

Ant-Man and company go adventuring in the Quantum Realm because of reasons. [--]

26.

Begin Again (2013) ---Music Drama

A down on his luck music executive is inspired by a chance encounter with a young singer songwriter and together they seek to find the creative voice they thought they had lost. [+]

27.

An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe It (2022) ---Animated Short

A stop-motion doll begins to see that his world is a lie. [=]

28.

The Flying Soldier (2022) ---Animated Short

A sailor is caught in an explosion. [=]

29.

Ice Merchants (2022) ---Animated Short

A father and son have created a simple life based around routine together. But the only constant in life is change. [+]

30.

The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and the Horse (2022) ---Animated Short

A boy, a mole, a fox, and a horse say motivational-poster style platitudes out loud to each other 32 long-ass minutes. [--]

31.

My Year of Dicks (2022) ---Animated Short

A young woman is on a mission to lose her virginity, and maybe, just maybe, learn a little bit about herself along the way. [+]

32.

Sunshine (2007) * ---Sci-Fi

The sun is dying. In a last ditch attempt to save humanity the crew of the Icarus II must journey to the sun and attempt to restart it. But everything is called into question when the crew discovers a chance to learn what happened to the Icarus I. [++]

33.

Enough Said (2013) ---Dramatic Rom-com

Two divorcees start a new relationship. But their mistakes in past relationships might cause issues in this new one. [=]

34.

Cocaine Bear (2023) ---Animal Attack Crime Comedy

A daring drug heist leaves packages of cocaine all over the woods. And the motley crew of characters in the woods that day are about to meet a bear who was recently developed a nasty drug habit. [=]

35.

Collapse ---Drama Short Film

One night a couple's strained relationship begins to reach its limit. [=]

36.

Jigoku (1960) ---Crime Horror Drama

After a terrible accident a man must deal with the overwhelming guilt and face the consequences for the actions that have set him on a path to hell. [=]

37.

Adult Life Skills (2016) ---Drama Comedy

A woman has been stuck in a depressed rut ever since her twin brother died. But when the young boy next door encounters a loss of his own the two discover that they might be the person each other needs to help deal with their grief. [+]

38.

Desert Hearts (1985) ---Queer Drama Romance

A literature professor goes to a ranch in Nevada while waiting for her divorce to go through. But while there she begins to develop feelings for the woman next door. [+]

39.

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) * ---Sci-fi Action Adventure Drama

A woman finds the life she has built for herself is falling apart around her. And if that wasn't enough she has just received a message from a parallel world informing her that she's the only one who can stop an inter-dimensional being set on the destruction of the multi-verse. [++]

40.

Prospect (2018) ---Sci-Fi Adventure Drama

A teenage girl and her father are on a mission to gather rare resources from an alien moon. But they soon learn they aren't the only ones there looking to get rich. [=]

41.

Prospect (2014) ---Sci-Fi Short Film

The short film that the above was expanded from. [+]

42.

Guns Akimbo (2019) ---Action Adventure

A loser wakes up to find guns nailed to his hands and a group of underground assassins are after the bounty on his head. [=]

43.

Return of the Living Dead Part II (1988) ---Zombie Sequel

A group of kids come across one of the misplaced army canisters containing the dead-reviving gas from the first movie and trouble is soon to follow. [-]

44.

Strawberry Mansion (2021) ---Fantastical Sci-fi Adventure

In the future people's dreams are recorded, taxed, and commercialized. A dream auditor is sent to perform an audit on an eccentric older woman. However, her dreams are about to change his mind. [+]

45.

Jojo Rabbit (2019) * ---Comedy Drama

During WWII a young German boy dreams of being best friends with Hitler. But when he discovers his mother has been hiding a Jewish girl in their house he is forced to reevaluate what he has been taught. [+]

46.

Rhymes for Young Ghouls (2013) ---Coming-of-age Crime Drama

A native girl in Canada in 1976 is selling drugs to get the money to bribe her way out of being sent to a residential school. But when she concocts a dangerous plan to fight back against a world set on her destruction she quickly discovers she might have gotten in over her head. [+]

47.

Creed III (2023) ---Sports Drama

Adonis Creed has quit while he was on top. But an encounter with a figure from his past forces him to get back into the ring. [=]

48.

Cooley High (1975) ---Coming-of-age Comedic Drama

A group of high school seniors in Chicago try to live life to its fullest, but soon realize that life has more to offer than they expected. [+]

49.

Muriel's Wedding (1994) ---Dark Comedy Drama

An ABBA loving social outcast dreams of being married, but an encounter with an old friend from high school has her reconsider what it is she really wants out of her life. [++]

50.

Catch the Fair One (2021) ---Thriller

A boxer prepares for a real fight as she tries to learn what happened to her missing sister. [+]

#xcusethequality

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thewelllitweenie · 10 months

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So it's been long enough since I posted this last and so now I re-present a story I wrote for a rusty quill competition which I can proudly announce did no rate a mention or an email back. What follows is a gross little tale I call windows about an awful little guy and the bad time he has. It's body horror in theme and is one of the more actively yucky things I've written. There's other stories too including the meat forest which I keep pinned and a fun story about subway tuna that's on my substack. Anyways, please read and if you so choose enjoy this fun little story about a horrible little man who through every fault of his own has a bad time.

Peering through windows is a little treat most people will indulge in to varying degrees; from the very shallow end of looking through the newspapers stuck on the windows of a store being refurbished, all the way up to looking into the living rooms of a house at night from the footpath and watching a person at rest. Windows are for looking through and while we would all agree it’s pretty good to look out and see what's around outside, universally it’s uncomfortable to have the outside peer in. It’s like a secret knowledge to look back in though, particularly if you can do it unobserved. There are idiosyncrasies of a person at home they wouldn’t even be aware of but if you catch a glimpse through a cracked curtain enough times you’ll eventually piece together more about what makes them tick than even their loved ones would know.

For a particular Peeping Tom, this is what it’s about. He’d be quick to point out that isn’t something tawdry, watching people in states of undress for titillation but a much more intimate knowledge about a person and who they are. There is a limit to how much you can learn about a person from outside a window, and no matter how much you poke through their garbage or track them online the most illuminating information is within the person. What he wants is hidden even from the observed. It’s just beyond the last frontier to the most private and intimate patterns within their mind and, if you believe in such things, their soul. It’s a desire to see through and bear witness to the unaware internals which has driven him to a dangerous threshold.

Turns out watching a person in their sleep only reveals how much noise they make, faint hints of nightmares and dreams so very close to the secrets bubbling away under their closed eyes. That's the window, the one that matters to look through: the eyes. Of course he wants to see through those windows of the soul, however it is impossible to look in without them looking right back at you, and to be discovered now would be a fate worse than death for him. No one can ever know what he does or see him do it. It is in this frustrated state of mind that Peeping Tom languishes, unable to either let it all go as an impossible desire or progress further to attain this goal.

Recently; in a laneway near where some of his subjects live, between two skip bins, something odd has started growing on the wall. Of course it catches Tom’s eye - very little of interest escapes his notice. He thinks it's a mushroom at first, taking foot in the brickwork. Little white orbs pushing out from the webby strands anchoring to the wall. He hasn’t seen something like that before but it's only a passing fancy as he makes his way between the apartments he spends evenings peering into from fire escapes. The sanitation team from the city has also noticed the growth on the wall: one of the newer members, a young man whose coveralls name him Joe, takes particular interest, encouraging the others to leave it alone, and takes photos of its progress. Tom watches Joe’s enthusiasm, and it provides a new avenue of discovery. He eventually manages to track Joe online, finding photos he posts to different mycology groups trying to identify the mysterious fungus. Experts argue on what it could be and no one has a clear idea. Such a little thing causes so much drama. They wait for the fruit to bloom fully and finally answer the mystery. Joe says he’ll burst one of the less developed orbs and film it. This is met with a mixture of support and condemnation. By now Tom is fully invested in the outcome of this investigation, a mystery with an answer which will come Thursday evening. Joe is off shift and Tom sits waiting, Joe brightly lit by a portable ring light smiling directly into the camera and Tom squatting in the darkness watching. The growth is slick and glossy, bright white like bone, with Joe beaming next to it introducing himself and the fungus to a crowd online. After an overly long preamble he produces a long dessert spoon and starts to nudge the wobbly orb; he lists the different features of the various suggestions from experts saying what should come out when he bursts the fruit. With a dramatic face he pierces the fruit and lets out a strangled cry. The spoon sticks where he stabs it but flicks left and right as the eye growing out of the wall looks around frantically with clear goo gushing out. Quickly grabbing his equipment he scrambles onto his feet and runs away. The other eyes open and focus on the injured eye, the spoon clanging onto the ground as it slips out. Tom watches with morbid fascination, disgusted but elated at something so new and novel. After an hour, the injured eye has fully deflated and the clear white of the sclera is dark and papery. Tom creeps up to the eyes in the wall and looks at them. He knows disgust, specifically what it is to be the object of disgust, and a feeling of being needed and useful but hated. The strange sensation of understanding what it is to be a shelter to vermin, rejects of society and of a strange predator who stalks without killing. He looks away, and the laneway comes back into focus. Steeling himself he looks back into the dimly aware eyes. To be a laneway is not to really exist as a singular thing but rather a holistic collection of spaces and barriers forming a place and function but with baggage. Blinking, Tom walks away from the eyes he had gotten lost in. Time has barely passed but it feels like hours. He vomits as the adrenaline crests and falls out of his body. It's like the first time he had gone into the room of one of his sleeping subjects but this time there's payoff, not the cold emptiness of an unanswered question. It strikes him: he's done it, he has peered through the windows of the soul and seen what it was to be an alleyway. He comes back and looks at but not into the eyes. He looks at the spoon and sees the goo of the burst eye has anchored into the beginning of a new fruit. Tom puts the spoon into a ziplock bag he keeps for his occasional foraging and vanishes into the night.

In little over a month Peeping Tom has learnt how to inoculate objects with the eyes and care for them while they matured. The eye will eventually open on its own and softly look about its environment and then Tom stares into the eye, passing through into the soul of the object. The spoon is a simple thing to know; he learns over time that the older an object is or the more complicated it’s relationship with the world the deeper he can go in understanding. Discrete objects in the room dimly reveal a secret where the room itself tells a grander story. Tom has fully abandoned his human subjects to pursue this new line of investigation. Antiques and abandoned spaces hold the most illuminating stories and secrets. The most beautiful is that of a derelict car from the seventies that has been slowly rusting in a lot cut off from the roads since long before Tom was born. What he experiences is looking back at a long life mixed with care and neglect; it was at one point the focus of love and pivotal to adventures; a baby had been born in it. It was precious and kept parked off the road when it wasn’t being used, admired for its beauty. Then it seems - and this feels more immediate - the love and care stopped, its safe parking space became an oubliette and it was more or less forgotten. Then animals and bugs started calling it home, small plants grew in the shelter of its chassis and as the rain and the elements took their toll its body became one with the ground it stood on. Finally he feels himself and its sudden spark of importance again to a person. It’s only a thing, but Tom feels a pang of empathy and sadness at the fate of it, looking at the car as a whole with its shattered windscreen grotesquely bedecked with staring eyes.

Eventually, as always happens when he finds a new line of inquiry, he becomes complacent, bored and greedy. He sits, staring aimlessly through his own window along with parts of his flat which had been given eyes months ago. A taboo plays across his thoughts - it seems wrong somehow, and for someone who transgresses boundaries so often this is a new and uncomfortable feeling - to give the Soul Eyes to a living being, assuming you could do that. For reasons he can't articulate the thought of inoculating a creature feels somehow forbidden as if it breaks some kind of universal unspoken rule. However the temptation to do it, and then learn the mysteries, is acute. His desires and hesitations chafe at each other, neither quite suppressing the other. Then circumstance makes the choice for him. Hanging from the ceiling, as plump as a cupcake, is a spider. Eight eyes sit in neat rows across its flat face, a ninth eye looking out from its swollen abdomen, blinking with bristly eyelids. Tom doesn't notice it immediately and lets out an undignified yelp when he stands and sees a singular monstrous eye staring him in the face. When he regains his composure he sees the spider climbing back up its silk and walking across the ceiling. The eye on its back is like the many others in his home but this has a different quality to it. A more palpable energy. It looks around more energetically and seemingly with more purpose although thankfully, much like the others, it does not appear to see what it's looking at. Any misgivings about deliberately infecting a living thing with the eyes vanish. It had been done without his hand in the matter and he is blameless. It is unreal, a dizzying experience, unlike any other he's had. The motives of the spider are relatively simple and based around survival but how it thinks of itself in the world is intriguing. It knows that it is separate from its environment and that other entities exist, some of which are dangerous and others not; in many ways it's much how Tom views the world. There are no great mysteries revealed by the spider’s soul; its life is too short and scope narrowed by its lifestyle so that it is similar to the smaller everyday objects Tom has looked into. But crucially it's so much more vividly intense, overriding the feeling of the car.

He yearns to go further and try it out on other creatures but the feeling of extreme doubt and active evil whenever he tries to plan for it overwhelms him, smothering his actions. But not the want. Tom just can’t bring himself to do it; his hands recoil and stomach churns. He has to return the rescue dog he adopted specifically for this purpose. Shame hangs around him like wet rope leaving him exhausted and cold. Why is he like this? All his wants and actions have led to this point, paralysed with worry, unable to rest with this unknowable desire to know everything. Never before, despite near misses and the laws of society, had he felt a twinge of guilt but now… what is this barrier and why can’t he either accept it and stop or move past it? Revelation, an epiphany! Tom knows exactly how to find the answer. He had never considered that he would contain secrets, mysteries unknown to himself. How could he be so short sighted? It's true of all his subjects and yet here he is, never once having considered looking within himself. The barrier to action doesn’t exist here it seems; he feels no hesitation. If anything he feels burgeoning euphoria. It seems fitting to place it within his belly button, from a practical aspect the inoculant can pool without risk of spilling across his body and more spiritually a third eye to navel gaze into has a symmetry about it. It takes a week to grow and it hurts the whole time. Fevers wrack his body and he feels himself becoming weaker. The skin around the growing eye is a livid red and he keeps a sterile bandage and patch to protect the eye from injury as he lays in agony, waiting. Then under the cotton he hears the gentle sound of eyelashes grazing the material. It worked and is now ready. Before the pain had set in fully Tom had prepared a space in his studio putting all of his stalking paraphernalia into the alley. In the center of the room lays a simple rug ringed with candles and a singular mirror fixed to the wall. It is in this sanctum that he will gaze within. He wishes he had prepared more, maybe anointed himself and really put the effort in. This would be the great human revelation, it deserves more ritual. However pain took those choices from him and he doesn’t want to risk painkillers on the developing eye just to get essential oils and an appropriate robe. He lights the candles and sits cross legged on the rug facing the mirror and removes the bandage, steeling himself. He takes a deep breath, wincing in pain and looks down into the eye that looks up at his face.

A subject of a story, an invented monster transgressing the boundaries of good and evil, not as an allegory but as entertainment. An unseen hand and unseen audience both unknowable and watching in perfect anonymity privy to his thoughts and motivations. He is a puppet, not even a person, forced into his choices and to pursue his goals without agency. Dawning realization that there is no greater truth to answer the gnawing question of why he could not get past his disgust, it was like this because of who he is: a monster in a horror story. And the unseen audience is bearing witness and watching the story unfold. He tries to tear his eyes away but is unable to as the eye looks back into him, bringing the true reality of his situation into focus: he is slowly fading away, horrified at what became of him but jealous of the special insights the anonymous audience of his story have. Tom stays stranded at the bottom of a dark well locked in introspection watching himself, watching himself being watched by himself.

#body horro tw #weenie #fiction #writers #short stories by weenie #body horror #eyes #Windows #it's pretty gross #I like it #Which is damning it itself

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negrowhat · 1 year

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Additional anon here…

I am new to the UWMA/BU fandom. A video of Bounprem came across my feed (the video of Prem saying I love you to Boun) and I was sold. I really like BU because I like Bounprem. I most likely wouldn’t have gotten through it if it wasn’t for them.

I think the problem is P’New’s discomfort with sexual intimacy. It’s a shame that Bounprem will probably never be main in a non-Wabi show because while they have grown more comfortable with each other over the years - they don’t have a director that will ask for more from them. I don’t mean sexually, but more in the terms of passion and intimacy. It’s a shame because they have amazing chemistry.

I really want a show with their Cutie Pie characters :(

Hello Anon! I definitely only wanted WinTeam, I have always said there was way too many couples in Between Us. I really love Boun and Prem together and you might be right about Studio Wabi Sabi hindering their growth. I think that might've been why YinWar left Wabi Sabi.

Who knows though, maybe BounPrem can join the Domundi fam. They've worked with Zee before and I know Boun is going to be in that horror dram with Zee and Boss and the rest of the Domundi team so maybe they can just migrate over there. I don't think Domundi and Mandee get enough credit for the series they produce and how well the actors are treated. I think BounPrem would do amazing with Domundi and I also want BossNoeul to migrate over there too because if they stay with MAME and MeMindY then they'll only be limited to playing PayuRain which annoys me.

Does anyone else have any Random BL Confessions/Opinions/Thoughts they want to share?

#bounprem #studio wabi sabi #domundi #domundi tv #mandee channel #bossnoeul #memindy

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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Unnerving Clark Kent

Clark Kent receives a new assignment from The Daily Planet causing him to take a week off and jet to a strange city off the map.

He lands in a darkly lit alley way checking over his shoulder right to left and back and forth.

He does a huge sigh of relief opening his arms to son equally and apart and spin

His clothes go flying off of him revealing his new hobo look for the story and he places his clothes in hidden panel nearby.

Removing a piece of broken glass from a damaged picture frame he quickly removes bud glasses.

Placing them in the same hidden panel then slips in to his new character forcing a smile.

Clark wonders the filthy streets filled with the homeless, the lost and some unsavory characters.

One unbeknownst to him has been keeping a close watch on him for the last hour or so.

The man waited for any cue to approach him faking being drunk he falls to two ground and of course like a idiot Clark falls for it.

“Are you alright sir?” He asks jumping to his knees and pulling him up.

“Yes, thank you” he says staring up with a huge smile then stood right up to Clark’s shock.

“Dumbass Man Of Steel, so gullible.” He says.

“Who are you? What do you want fiend“

Clark states non to happy.

“Neither, merely a friend” the man continues

bud weird speech.

“This is all for you.” He swears opening a odd box of weird colors in a amalgamation.

“What is that….no” Clark freaks out shoving him back.

“Oh yes” the man cackles boisterously cups his hand blows it in Clark’s face.

“Make it easy Superman, inhale and fall to your knees.”

Clark woke up hours later his back lying on a metal gate, feeling extremely weak against the cuffs holding him down.

Barely able to make out anything with his bleak vision from the Kryptonite lace in all things.

“That fiend, how dare he do this to me.”

“Still so proud Clark, shame full”

“Fuck you!”

“Language! No Supe should speak like that”

“I will get out and then”

“And then what?”

“I - I don’t know”

“Exactly! So zip it and shut up!”

“What do you plan of doing to me?”

“Do to you? I am here to save you”

Clark turns his head down in defiance as the man slaps him hard and he shivers.

The process is pretty easy for him mixing all Kryptonites into a simpler liquid form and use a funnel to pour done his throat.

The man thought how much fun a double dose would do and grabs his mouth pushing it open.

He forces it down his throat making him swallow it and then grabs remote from the table.

A small panel opens where he picks up a gas mask and sets tight on his face.

Using separate apparatus it’s connection to the gas tank with the same formula and he turns it.

Coughing loudly he falls to get floor gasping for air and the man howls in great thrill.

“You bastard”

“It’s only just beginning “

“I hope you enjoy the extra fun”

“First my Hypnotic pop song”

“As well as the the video for your pleasure”

“Ooooohhhh Gggggoooodddd”

Clark is subjected to countless hours of more horror till he passes out not waking till the next morning.

Flashback

Clark look up at the calendar on the wall it has been eight months he has been chain down in the basement.

He misses some people he use to call ma, pa, Lois, Lana, Jimmy, Kara and his boss.

Who are they? a single thought cost him his process sending a shiver down his spine.

The headache comes again for hours till his age peace again when the music plays once more.

He shakes his head sudden it vanishes and his mind empties again he is ready to embrace.

The door upstair on top of ten staircase swung open, this familiar steps bring a smirk to his face.

Aaaahhh! I don’t get, I am not into men, yet he does it without a word or action.

His presence wipes the memories all away and he is at peace again for the final time.

The man cups his chin feeding him and then helping him take few sips of water at a time.

End of flashback

“What the fuck?”

“Where am I?”

“It was dram”

“Horrific wonderful dream”

“Take me back, please”

“You never left”

“You are real?”

“This so real”

“You … you fiend … I love you”

The end

#Anti Hero

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