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Pictures of You
Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC
Word count: 1,200
Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*
A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤
Pictures of You
At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet.
The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.
It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.
Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god.
Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer.
Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.
Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.
“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read.
The other - “something to make you think of me.”
The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.
‘Fucking hell.’
The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin.
There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs.
“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath.
‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?”
It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip.
Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games.
Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.
‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’
Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body.
Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand.
Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out.
The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside.
“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release.
He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.
“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to…
It was his fantasy, after all.
“FUCK!!!”
With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck.
It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo.
“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”
Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.
He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.
“Mother of f…. One moment !!!”
Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.
“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.
‘Well, fuck me sideways.’
It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.
The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded.
“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment.
Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed.
“Get on with it, Private.”
“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.”
Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.”
Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking.
As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud.
Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…
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It's your birthday - 141, Los Vaqueros + König
A/N: Since it's my birthday today, thought I'd indulge myself so hope you guys enjoy :))
Summary: It's your birthday and the guys find out.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Depends on if he's close to you or not.
Mans has the emotional range of a sock, so realistically the most you'd probably get out of him is a gruff "Happy Birthday."
And that's only if he somewhat likes you - if he doesn't then he'd probably just say "You're getting old now, cunt." *Affectionately? Who knows.*
If you were part of the Team, he'd probably take the piss out of you for it.
Would definitely be the one who would tell the waiters that it was your birthday - even if it wasn't - just to embarrass you.
Nonetheless, despite all his teasing, you came back to your room that night to find a little gift on top of your bed spread; there was no name on it, but scrawled across the tag said "Happy Birthday, (Y/N)."
It was a hunting knife with your initials carved into the base of the handle.
You never questioned it but whenever he saw you use it, a small glint briefly sparkled in his eyes.
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
He's lowkey annoyed that you never told him when your birthday was.
Would absolutely rope you and some of the Team into going out clubbing - Ghost refused but ended up turning up anyways; "Wanted to watch you make arses of yourselves."
I can just imagine him going to the bar and coming back with a tray of shots - the people who carry and sell the shots in clubs know to carry extra because he buys them all each time.
Would honestly have spent most, if not all, of his money if it hadn't been for Price being the voice of reason.
Would also be the type that would be telling anyone and everyone that it was your birthday so you guys could get free shots.
Orders you whatever food you want on the way back home aswell - kebab? Got it. Pizza? Done. Whatever you want, he'll stumble into the shop and get it.
Your birthday would be absolutely chaotic but it would be one to remember.
Captain John Price
He knew it was your birthday, he's seen your file - the fact that you hadn't mentioned it to anyone meant that you probably had a reason not to, so he didn't say anything.
Would probably wish you a casual 'happy birthday' on a passing, in his normal formal tone.
When Soap invites all the team out on your behalf for clubbing, he's reluctant to go - claims he's "too old for that shit."
But ends up going anyways, purely because he knows that when Soap gets drunk he's a bit of a liability and can easily spend way more than he should (and honestly, same).
Would buy you a drink - whatever you wanted, alcoholic or not.
And maybe, just maybe, if he's had a bit to drink and or is in a good mood, he'd let you wear his hat. Just this once.
But then Soap tried to put it on and said he was keeping it...
So he took the hat back like >:(
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
He also knew when your birthday was - it came up in a conversation ages ago, and he has a great memory.
Also gets roped into your birthday night out by Soap.
He'd probably get just as drunk as Johnny but he'd be taking photos and posting onto his Snapchat Story, basically vlogging the whole night.
I can also see him surprising you with a cupcake, placing a birthday candle in it with a sheepish smile.
Would also buy you drinks but unlike Soap, he wouldn't be killing his bank account - self-control and all that.
Would get the DJ to play a birthday song for you - not the traditional cheesy one, but either 'It's My Birthday' by Will.I.Am or maybe 'Birthday' by Anne-Marie.
Alejandro Vargas
"Ah, feliz cumple!" *idk if this is correct, using this article for reference*
Like Soap, he wants to go all out for your birthday - if both teams were together at the time, it'd be one big chaotic night out.
He's a big flirt, regardless of what age you are he's complimenting you nonstop.
If he and Rudy get roped into the Night Out by Soap, Rudy and Price end up having to the be the voices of reason - Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro keep ordering shots; they managed to convince you into doing that challenge of getting a drink of everything from one end of the bar to the other.
Needless to say, you're all legless by the end of the night - well, Alejandro's still vertical but his alcohol tolerance is insane.
Would definitely want to spoil you - takes you shopping and tells you to pick anything that you want, don't worry about the price.
Honestly this is making me think of what Sugar Daddy! Alejandro would be like and it's giving me ideas...
Rudy Parra
This sweet guy would absolutely go out and get you a cake, maybe a balloon, and a card.
How did he know it was your birthday? He's a good listener, you'd been talking about your life outside of the military and had flippantly mentioned when your birthday was, which he noted.
Like Alejandro, he would honestly spoil you rotten.
If you both weren't deployed, he'd plan a trip away somewhere, surprising you with the tickets.
If he gets roped into going out by Alejandro - who was roped in by Soap's enthusiasm - he's practically glued to your side for most of the night.
Takes a bunch of candid pictures of you - they're honestly really good, he should be a photographer.
He'd probably have to stop Alejandro from feeding you and the others stronger shots - the jump from sambuca to jagerbombs to tequila was not a good idea.
He'd listen to your drunk ramblings with a smile on his face, letting you feed him your pizza.
He always remembers your birthday and makes each year memorable.
König
Finds out it's your birthday when your Superiors wish you a brief 'Happy Birthday' during training.
Straight away, he feels so guilty for not knowing but you reassured him that you hadn't really told anyone so he needn't worry.
Nonetheless, he'd still try and make the most of the rest of your birthday.
He'd cook for you - a traditional meal that his Mother taught him, and she used to make it for him on his birthday.
He'd run you a bath, give you a massage, and pamper you - he'd dote on you even more than usual, if that's even possible.
If you wanted to go out and do something, he'd do it - even with his social anxiety, he wants to see you happy so he'd bite the bullet and go for it.
If you wanted to stay in for a chill night and watch a movie, he's game for that too - lets you choose whatever film you want to watch, gets all your favourite snacks and gets all the fluffy blankets and pillows he can find to make a comfy spot on the couch.
He'd also secretly set a reminder on his phone for next year, so he never forgets.
He's honestly just so sweet.
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Reclaiming "Female" Through Therianthropy
This is my submission for the "My Gender is Not Human" zine. Here, I discuss how I realized I was not transgender because of my therianthropy and I hope that maybe someone else may relate and understand themselves in a new way. ♡
If you want to wait to read this until the Zine is released, then do not continue past the "keep reading" portion. Otherwise, enjoy!
PS: If this interests you, I'd strongly advise playing Shelter 2 (where I got the photo below from) as it relates a lot to my own experience.
CW: Body issues, misogyny
Can you imagine the scent of the velvet fuzz of a newborn animal? The experience of a dark den now filled with new life, life that hasn't even opened its eyes yet to the winter world just outside? Can you imagine the tiredness yet sheer love and comfort of having your children welcomed into the world, witnessed only by you and the Earth’s soil?
It's something I often dream of, and it's that very experience that made me realize that I am not transgender. It's funny because in this community, it feels as though the majority of individuals here are transgender and that experience ties closely into their nonhumanity. For me, the opposite occurred. I had a top surgery letter in my hand after years of feeling “not quite right” in my body or in how people perceived me. I had every reason to feel this way and to want this, even if it felt imperfect. Looking back, I remember how I got to this point.
“Be skinnier any way you can, it’ll make you prettier” they’d say as they, themselves, were ironically obese and I loved them no less for it.
“Grow your hair long and change your clothes, you’ll look more like a lady.” A projection rooted in the ideals of someone who reads far too much Jane Austen.
“Women should be subservient and provide endlessly, or they’re selfish.”
Dread set in every time I filled someone’s coffee or plate of food due to expectation or demand and not out of love and kindness. Everytime the topic of how I looked in a dress or how my hair wasn’t as long as someone else wanted. The disappointment of my family when they learned I had dated other women in the past and their relief when I dated one man. The eyerolls and my teacher’s discouragement when I expressed an interest in physics or chemistry. Even my finance degree was achieved through apparent luck despite graduating top of my class. Every “right” I accomplished was met with a “wrong” in some new category. The very things that made men impressive made me disobedient. I starved myself to look a little nicer to strangers, cried in bed after being talked down to at work, slept away all of my sorrows in a curled up ball. Humanity didn’t take kindly to me.
It frustrated me, and combined with my general lack of identity at the time along with diagnosed CPTSD, it was easy to relate to the plight that transgender individuals experienced. Surely that had to be me, but the label and being perceived as something besides female never clicked entirely. I figured that I may just have mild gender dysphoria instead, but for the first time, I really deep dived into what it meant to identify as a gender as everyone was needing urgent, permanent decisions to be made on my end. Around this time, I took on my first mammal label which was a feline. Ironically, cats are often the first animals to be associated with femininity and to be mistreated because of it.
I wanted motherhood, but I wanted my own kittens to rear more than I felt like I wanted to raise a human infant after spending time in a daycare and at a cat shelter. I didn’t want my breasts, but not because I wasn’t a girl, that’s just how other animals are. Perfume was a method to mark the rooms I had been in, not for elegance. I still felt so female, yet I didn’t see another way out besides transitioning until it occurred to me: what if I didn’t have to be a “woman”, and instead, I could simply be female the way animals are female?
There were so many women like me such as in Brave, Princess Mononoke, Poor Things, or Wolf Children. The women who strayed from polite society to walk their own paths and stuck to their own desires. Even my own cat was female and yet held her chin so high and demanded when she would or would not be held. This realization was the first time I found myself feeling feral freedom and uninhibited beauty in the way I was. I was going to be the woman that rolls in the dirt, who is unapologetically beautiful in her own way, who chases after whatever her wild heart desires. I am not transgender, but I am not entirely a woman. I am an animal, and I am female in all of its unbridled ways.
Shedding my domestic cat label, I have taken up the title of bobcat. With it, I swear on my name that I will bite the hand of any who wish to tame or domesticate me ever again. I have been released out of the crate and back into the wilderness where I belong, and I shall never look back down the mountain. I feel the moss beneath my paws, the cold breeze kissing my nose, the smell of rain soaked woods and wildflowers. Ravens cry as I run on four legs towards the peak, released at last from the grips of mankind. I feel the warmth of a life suddenly worth living, growing along with the hair I now reclaim as my own fur without shame or expectation. I am home at the summit of my own world.
My spirit runs wild, and she is female.
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Do you think the Peters would continue to wear their masks in HQ because it's weird seeing your face on other people even if they're all a teensy bit different or would they have gotten over it quickly?
This kinda opens up a big chasm that I'm SO CURIOUS ABOUT - Because I would assume they'd get use to it, but HOW.
And now this has turned into a long post about
The Spider Society:
Multiverse Integration Process Analysis
[In this post I theorize and deconstruct:
The psychological existential damage that would come with joining The Society
How The Society handles integration and mental health for new recruits in everything from those in different timelines (Noir & Webslinger), Duplicates (Like Gwen & Hobie)
These are all headcanons based on.....me.
And...this devolves into a rant a little bit in the beginning BEAR WITH ME - But I hope you enjoy and I'm DYING to hear people's thoughts!! We GETTIN INTO IT]
So. Joining the Society sounds swell. But thinking about it for more than two seconds..
Even the idea is like...borderline traumatic.
Think about it. Like we've only ever seen ourselves in mirrors and photos - mirrors being reflections and photos having a shorter focal length than the human eye.
We normally have a very limited view on how we've ever seen ourselves externally.
So turning up to HQ isn't just seeing yourself - it's seeing yourself WRONG. In a way you've never seen yourself before. Some even theorize that your brain wouldn't even process it as you because of your visual expectations of yourself.
So as a Peter-
Maybe he doesn't even realize at first that the people around him ARE HIM, until it clicks like 'OH. THATS WHAT I LOOK LIKE?!' Is that my face???
It would only take a couple seconds to do the math, but it's still JARRING. To see yourself moving and speaking and actively laughing.
Hearing your own laugh.
HEARING YOUR VOICE SAY THINGS YOU'D NEVER SAY. Literally looking at another Spider-person like 'I would not say that'. It must be so mentally jarring and confusing to suddenly have a new and complete external view of yourself you have no control over - even moreso with such wide variation.
And then it goes even further - as trans person like
I imagine Trans-Guy Peter Parker turning up to campus and realizing '..oh, most other Peters are cis.' The emotions of that would be so surreal and conflicting. Part affirmative of your place in the universe as a guy, but also part isolating or confusing.
Part 'Hell yeah other guys', part 'WTF universe'
[Like if I saw cis guy version of myself bruh Idk if I'd hug him or fight him to the death right then and there i REALLY don't know I might snap and go Miguel Mode on that mfer anything could happen]
It even goes further to time eras:
I understand why Noir isn't in the Society. Having a bunch of Spider-people from 2023 saying 'Oh wow you're from 1933, well your life is gonna SUCK for the next decade or two cause in my universe in WW2 Germany-'
Like...that's NERVE-WRECKING.
Cause he'd probably be like 'wow swell, chipper. so umm...is WW2 a canon event because im trying really hard to stop that'
Imagine being from the 1930's and someone comes up and spoils WW2 for you. WORLD WAR 2. SPOILED. Like it's a soap opera.
If someone shows Noir Oppenheimer it's like..game over. What's he gonna do does he even know what an atom bomb is.?????
When joining, everyone is faced with a LARGE possibility of existential damage - even moreso for Peters, minority Peters, or people like Gwen.
Which begs the question - HOW DOES INTEGRATION WORK?
How does The Spider Society handle Integration?
I'm so curious to hear thoughts about this. Because how can you integrate someone of a different history, technological understanding, and basic EXISTENCE without psychologically sending them in a tailspin?
I'm gonna take a crack at it!
Culturally and Timeline wise? -
Culturally, how does one adjust? Like Noir?
I was thinking about this with the creation of my new OC - and I ran into a huge problem in terms off integration.
I recently created an OC who is supposed to come from a Wakanda-like rendition of South America - in a universe where the Spanish conquistadors never colonized.
Which is a lovely thought - But logically speaking
That Spider-person has to go to HQ and be told that in every other world their land was colonized for hundreds of years. *vine thud*
Then that Spider-person would logically, have to be told that large swathes of their culture were either destroyed, desecrated or were never created to begin with because of this colonization
- and that THEIR universe is the only universe where their people survive and thrive.
AND THEN they're looking at her like
'Now that we explained that uhhh can you go through an integration course for us? :) so you can assimilate into our society? but the course is only in widely spoken languages like English and SPANISH. Do you speak SPANISH? Welcome to NUEVA YORK btw'
UH-OH. THAT SUCKS ASS. Who's gonna be the one to tell her that???
Of course she'd be like 'Actually, this is the worst day of my life i hate everyone here and im psychologically stressed beyond repair, thanks for that. your society and multiverse sucks balls btw'
And this is not something I'm choosing to put the character through.
In fact, the character is supposed to be about the empowerment of Quechua people and avoiding the trauma of colonization.
But by simply existing in the context of The Spider Society - Logically speaking - she has to face this huge inevitable trauma and reality outside of her universe.
And that adjustment goes way beyond her learning technology. She'd genuinely be in mourning.
She wouldn't be able to connect with other Latin American Spider-people, because she's NOT 'Latin-American'. That idea is foreign to her.
She'd constantly be told or sent messages that her universe and nation and reality was a novel rarity. A lucky fluke.
There has to be some integration process in place -
If you're from a universe like Barbieland, where your society is matriarchal, you'd probably be really stunned and hurt to experience casual or outright sexism for the first time.
And then being told by other Spiderwomen that - yeah no, your universe isn't actually that common. Most universes SUCK for women.
-That'd scare the shit outta you. You'd be like fine I dont wanna go to other universes I wanna go home and cry
On the other hand, people like Hobie exist, who hail from dystopias. And for them, it's the reverse. The Society may be a new batch of freedom they've never dealt with before.
And they have to be assured they are back not and do have more freedom and that's good. Almost like the deprogramming from a cult (into something another society that's very similar).
Someone would have to explain:
People from different times (or social standings) as well.
Sure, Hobie may have adjusted easy, but we can only assume that. And I've talked before about how learning about other Spider-People, The Society, and their blatant disrespect to what HE considers the point of Spider-man - was probably incredibly stressful for him.
Or even simple things of telling a black Spider-person from let's say 1940 that 'you have equality now - there's groups and movements and you can meet black people from newer universes that are happy and free to do as they please. You can heal'. After DECADES of oppression.
Or telling a gay or trans Spider-person 'Oh, most universes are actually super accepting. I'm sorry yours is so oppressive. The HRT here is great and free.'
EVEN FOR SILLY PEOPLE for Spider-people like lets say Spider-Fool (a silly little guy). How do you explain to Spider-Fool that Miguel isn't a king - he's just some guy and NO horseback jousting with Webslinger is against rules and not a way to settle disputes??
They're not hearing that.
Or explaining to people that Lyla isn't a person and its possible for her to be everywhere at once.
Logically speaking someone has explain this to them right out very early on and I'm so curious about that!!
There has to be something there to mentally support them so they don't crack and also explain to them the nuances of existence in a universe that's literally like the New York of the multiverse- full of dozens of cultures and subgroups.
My Analysis -
So I'm assuming an cultural integration includes:
Some sort of Common World History Course
A Social Etiquette Course and a
Multiverse Minority Sensitivity Course that deals with either accepting and adjusting to the fact you're a Multiverse Minority or how to approach and speak to Multiverse Minorities if you're a Peter or something.
Optionally: The MMS Course may also include routine therapy sessions at the Mental Health Center to check their adjustments
So okay, you've explained the multiverse and how to exist in it! Great
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Now you have to explain THE TIMELINE.
Which is arguably WORSE. And I'm not even TOUCHING Canon Events here.
Let's talk about Gwen. Because I feel for her. REALLY REALLY BAD FOR HER.
How did they explain to Gwen WHO she was - or WHY these grown men were staring at her?
Imagine being Gwen on day one. Asking herself how all these guys know her name.
She's basically alone beside these new adults and Peter B. - and suddenly large groups of grown men are staring at her because holy shit she looks exactly like their sweetheart who they last saw in a goddamn casket.
Like not only is that gonna really throw off Peters mentally - it's probably terrifying for Gwen.
I'm not slagging off Peters here, but I genuinely think that Gwen's first time on campus would draw crowds. It a genuine situation on campus. Like people standing around her at all times until Miguel makes them stop.
Because when you lose someone SO traumatically, and then suddenly they're in front of you without warning - your first reaction would be to stare, and be totally stunned. It's surreal.
Even if you knew it was 'technically possible'. When they're standing there in front of you after you've seen them buried, your brain needs time to process that.
So I do think that her being there would trigger some kind of event on campus, and not in a good way.
Gwen's like 'How do these people - these GUYS know me? What's this crowd for? Why are some of them crying? This is scary.'
She's 16 for christ's sake.
And then someone has to explain to her who she is, and how she dies. Come on now.
Imagine someone being like 'Oh yeah you break ur back and die from a fall in literally every universe lol. Anyway can you go out and swing at high altitude after an anomaly? thanks, don't fall! - just kiddin'
Wouldn't you be like 'nah actually i wanna never leave my room'?. That could instill a level of fear that's paralyzing because you're waiting for the other Gwen shoe to drop (sorry had to take the pun)
Or even worse -
You're Gwen literally just existing and a grown Peter comes up to you and just shows you your own funeral photo. Like ?????????????? You'd be there like ?????????????????????!!!!!
HOW DO YOU REACT TO THAT???? How do you stop that??? How do you explain or process that?????
That scenario is completely possible in the context of Spiderverse!!
How do they explain to people like Gwen or Hobie their 'PLACE' in the universe?
Especially someone like Hobie who isn't with the shits to begin with.
In the comics, we see Pavitr reflect on The Spider Society and race - and when entire identities are dragged into it - it's going to get confusing.
Did they TELL Hobie's he's Prowler? Would he even believe them?
Or did they let him come across a Prowler only to see them and be like 'M8 that's me that's literally me standing there'
Once again, you may theoretically know it's possible. But also - the human brain isn't made to process that. In the moment you have no idea how you'd react, realistically speaking.
The situation in itself goes entirely against the brain's understanding of fate, reality, and your entire personhood.
Seeing yourself from 3rd person doing actions you would not do is like - forced depersonalization and disssociation. IRL.
You are literally being depersonalized from your actual basic identity. Dissociated and forced to watch from an outside view - except it's not something your brain is doing - IT'S THE UNIVERSE and you're watching it in real time.
There has to be some way all of these people are like - capable of processing all this in a natural way like a university - with some sort of mental support and coaching. It wouldn't be possible without it.
If Webslinger can walk around and see flying cars in Neuva York and not care, then something had to get him to that point.
Timeline wise - I can only guess classes are separated based on need and classifications which I spoke about here.
A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Peters - to help them resecure their identity in a sea of copies
A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for 'Not Peters' - like Pavitr
A Mental Health Course & Identity Coaching for Duplicates - like Gwen & Hobie, to help them 'regain autonomy' in a universe in which they are a rarity or a 'lucky chance'
ADDITIONALLY:
For their own safety and privacy people like Gwen and Felicia Hardy (NightSpider) stay in separate dorms, so they're not exposed to Peter's. (not that NightSpider stays on campus. Her penthouse is nice AF)
When a Peter experiences a Gwen Stacy canon event Gwen is put on a short sabbatical - usually Miguel just tells Hobie to keep her in his universe. This is one of the only times he'll tell Hobie to do this, but it's just easier and safer if she's not there.
Villainy Monitoring:
For Hobie - extra surveillance, for a number of reasons. But Lyla also calculates his rates of villainy. They're always INCREDIBLY low, and Hobie's file indicates there's basically a 0 percent chance of him going Prowler - BUT it is something they check for. This would go for any other 'Villainous Duplicates' like Harry Osborns who become Spider-man.
Even though she's not too dangerous, NightSpider is considered a light antagonistic-but-not-evil 'Villainous Duplicate' designation in her file.
But those would have to be just the basics.
........... And now that I read this back I see that I may have went a bit off the rails...... hm.
Um...anyway I don't know where I was going for this and I'm not even sure this is what you asked for but I think it's SO interesting psychologically suhkfgdfjgkdf
This also gave me a lot of ideas for how the universes work and the web and how close different universes are but that's a whole other jar of worms.
But if you made it this far PLEASE PLEASE tell me how you think Hobie and Gwen and Your Spidersona would adjust to Spider Society! I'm curious!
..........I don't know how to end this. Thank you for this ask tho!! Here Hobie
(my face after saying the most random shit known to humankind without proofreading and then hitting post like i did something)
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Em! If you're still taking poem requests, can I please ask for a female MC confessing their feelings for one of the boys? I love them all 🥰💖
Well, thank you for the dealer's choice. Truth be told, I wrote this a while ago for @ask-ominis, however, I cannot for the life of me recall if I sent it or not? Fantastic short-term memory on this one.
Regardless, I enjoyed writing this so I'd love to share it here as well
PS: audio cover photo by the lovely @dvinaamesca
Ominis,
It was always your patience for me.
Not your charm, though I suppose the two collaborate. You might have imagined your subtle dry remarks would be what caught my focus, your clever wit pulling grins.
Or perhaps the wisdom you share when least expected, catching me unprepared, but always eager to listen.
No, instead it’s the time you spend simply waiting.
For me to find a page in a textbook, sharing yours when I forget mine.
For me to finish breakfast when I’m teased for eating slowly.
For my tears to dry when I receive terrible news.
And I’ll keep with the theme of honest confessions. There are moments I steal a glance or two because your eyes, despite their drawn curtains, command a blend of awe and attention.
I imagine someone gathered all the constellations they could carry and threw them to the wind,
landing in your irises,
caught in your lashes.
Time is rendered priceless; easy to spend with you, and your sweetness lingers long after your presence,
like fingers perfumed citrus after a clementine is peeled,
or heavy honey dredged up from the bottom of a tea gone cold.
But for all the kindness you offer, I notice now how empty the well you draw from becomes.
You hesitate to admit struggling, but I see the tells; bleary eyes framed by dark recesses,
chapped lips bitten bloody,
chewed fingernails catching on your sleeves.
The pain manifests in a controlled consumption from a voracious maw of your very blood.
All standards and expectations and daunts of Gaunts before you,
a decorum and propriety for archaic institutions,
a plot you cease to play, and no love lost for those loved ones.
It seems this lifetime was never patient with you.
And yet, you deserve all the patience of a lifetime.
This feeling, I confess, fascinates just as much as it terrifies; it’s no meager blossom in my chest but a tower collapsing in on itself,
all massive
and loud
and chaotic.
Still I hesitate, wary of the naivety in my chest and the musings of dreams, influential as they may be.
So I send this, eager to know how your heart beats near me, wrapped in the taut cream and roses of your skin.
And I wonder, quietly, innocently, if I may feel it.
I never thought I’d find myself content with waiting.
So virtuous that patience is, after all.
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Only if it’s not too much trouble- would it be possible to know what the Halloween emails said? Looking forward to the game!
The photo edits of their costumes are a little too cursed to share, but here's the emails in the order they were sent:
BROOKLYN
Greetings.
Halloween is just around the corner. I will be attending a Hallow's Eve ball. It will require masquerade attire, rather than costumes, which is a bit boring. But I’ve coordinated an outfit with a black, gold and white mask. It’s an authentic Italian mask I had delivered from Rome.
Besides that, unfortunately I don’t think any of my associates will be dressing up this month for meetings. I’ve decided to wear Halloween-themed ties, and I’ve also designed a few boutonnieres that will use darker colored flowers from the garden. This way I’ll still be keeping with some of the Halloween spirit.
I hope you’ll be engaging in Halloween activities this year. If you’d ever like any costume advice, please feel free to message me. I can recommend some historical ideas. I’d imagine you’d look rather nice in a 1910s Victorian outfit.
Be well and enjoy this month’s festivities.
Yours truly,
Brooklyn Hayes
MILO
Hi. It’s almost Halloween. People at my work are dressing up and having a work party. I’ll be wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. So I’ll be a lumberjack.
I’ve never done much on Halloween before. And I haven't been trick or treating. If there’s anything you think I should try to do this year…I might listen. You usually have good suggestions for things. And a corn maze or something wouldn’t be too bad.
At the very least, I hope you do something fun in place of me.
Talk to you later.
-Milo
RORY
Hi. Halloween is in a few days.
I don’t usually do much for it, but someone is making me go trick-or-treating with them at a mall, even though we’re way too old for that
-_-
I’m also being forced to dress up. So I’m going as Eddie Munson from Stranger Things. I even have a wig. But don’t expect any pictures, because I don’t want that immortalized.
If it was up to me, I’d go to this haunted house nearby. It’s supposed to be really good. I’m actually not sure if you like scary things…? I don’t know. But maybe someday…we could go.
Whatever you’re up to, hope you have fun. Be careful.
Rory
ALEXEI
Hello,
Halloween is only a few days away now. I was doing some research on it the other day. Did you know that Irish immigrants helped bring Halloween to the US? And that jack-o-lanterns were originally hollowed turnips with lights in them to ward off spirits? Halloween is a celebration with a very interesting history.
I don’t usually do much for it, but someone I work with decided to get me a costume this year. He thought it would be funny if he dressed me up as Chucky from the movie. I’m not sure why he thinks it’s funny. I have not seen that movie. I know a wig will be required.
I’ll be working on Halloween, but maybe I’ll send you a picture of myself, otherwise I don’t think too many people will see me dressed up.
I hope you have a good Halloween and do a lot more than me. I’d maybe like to see a picture of your costume as well.
Talk to you later and take care,
Alexei
TOBIAS
BOO!!!
Happy Halloween B)
Well almost Halloween
I’ll be heading out to one of those celebrity costume parties tomorrow. You’ll probably see what I’m dressing up as in the press but maybe I can tell ya now ;)
I’m goin as a cowboy C):) and let’s just say the vest I’ll be wearing won’t have anything underneath. Are u picturing it? Good B)
I'd like to know what ur going to be. Bet it’s cute. If you were coming with me to the party we could dress in matching outfits. Don’t know if you’d have much fun tho. Those celebrity parties are actually kinda boring. I think Id rather join with whatever ur doing
Don’t get into too much trouble tomorrow. Message me later. If ya can
Adios partner B)
LEO
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👻
Hey hey I hope you have a great day today!! Idk if you’re planning to go out or not but either way I hope you dress up or eat lots of candy or watch some scary movies!!! Do something fun because I want you to have the best day possible ^^
My friends and I are having a dnd night at one of their houses. Halloween campaign! We’re dressing up as video game characters lol
I’m Link :D
Since we’ll be at a house we can hand out candy. Someday maybe next year I'd like to do something with you? We could go to a pumpkin patch or check out fall colors…just been thinking about it.
Anyway have a good Halloween!!!!!!!!!! Hope I can talk to you later ^^
-Link (Leoooo)
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Maybe that question was somewhere already, but, how your selfinsert and eggman met? What was the first Impression on each other?
Btw i ship you two because i can name no one who would understand him better than you! :D and im always happy to see you on my dash.
Omg thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that you think so, that's a huge compliment with the effort I put into understanding his character and it makes me so happy that you ship us! I'm glad you enjoy my posts and I hope I can continue to deliver 😊💜
I have a lot of different first meeting scenarios that I like to daydream up and write, so I have multiple first encounter ideas of different times and ways it takes place (like depending around/during what game's events I imagine it taking place for example) so I don't set a single solid timeline or plot in stone overall. All the what ifs are endlessly fun to explore!
But there's always the same basis at least which I've talked about a bit throughout my blog but it's been a while and it could've been told better, so I'll happily share again. I like to make my s/i as accurate to me as possible, so I base it on how I came to love him in real life, biggest difference is I'm in the universe the beautiful man exists in for real!
So here we go:
I lived in a small place with a simple life that I found boring and eventful, I longed for adventure and to see more of the world but didn't have the means nor the confidence to get out there if I could. So instead I'd learn about the outside world, admire it from afar, dream of a more exciting life and just hope that it would somehow come one day.
When I was old enough to understand, I'd hear stories about Eggman and his past crimes and the latest news through my desire to learn about the world. But for as long as I'd been alive, he hadn't targeted the place I lived because it was small and insignificant, and it hadn't been caught in the crosshairs of him targeting anywhere nearby either.
But the things I heard from others with experiences before I was born and stuff he was still doing in the present and how common he was in the news caught my interest. I started keeping track and learning of his terrible crimes and atrocities in the past. I knew I should be horrified and disturbed but instead I was moreso curious and fascinated.
The way he'd seemed to have been everywhere and done everything and made such an impact on the world, as negative as it was, was impressive to me. He was the exact opposite of myself living in the middle of nowhere, never doing anything that interesting in my life, and nobody ever knowing who I was and being an outcast and it pulled me in.
I started collecting news coverage that existed and closely following all new stuff. My favorites were photos and footage, whether photos of him during his schemes or videos from when he'd broadcast himself onto devices while making threats or just to mess with people- which isn't something he'd done on a global scale since I'd been alive.
When exactly this took place and what it specifically entailed varies in my multiple concepts but at some point, I do finally get to see him on TV live when he hijacks it! I know I should be scared, it certainly is startling to see him suddenly pop up, make demands and threats, and talk about a world under his control. I know it's very bad and dangerous.
But I couldn't help but be excited to finally get to see him live and finally feel like a part of what's happening to the rest of the world too after years of just hearing about it! While I don't fully acknowledge and admit it to myself, my heart isn't just racing from fear, it's uncontrollable excitement too and I'm mesmerized watching him do his thing.
There are things I can't help but find fascinating and impressive, admirable even. Such as his theatrics, confidence, and crazy desires. Even though he was terrible, dangerous, egotistical, and greedy with it, he did it in such a unique and fun way. He was entertaining to watch and everything he was capable of was as impressive and exciting as scary.
His determination to keep trying and following his dreams and his enjoyment in his terrible crimes shows passionate devotion. The way he builds robots with awesome crazy designs and theme parks, carnivals, circuses, casinos, etc is so fun and cool despite how malicious it is. It's charming how he'll be himself and follow his dreams no matter what!
While I don't admit it to myself, I find him very handsome too. I subconsciously have a big crush on him and I'm admiring him more by the days. I know he's bad all along but he's so charming and entertaining about it, I can't help but be hooked and he makes me feel dizzy! He lives such a crazy, fun, eventful life and I wish I had that too.
Eventually after the broadcast hijacking, Eggman visits multiple locations and deploys his robots to scour areas for useful resources. I live in a place with lots of land and woodland in universe too and I go there a lot for walks and to just wander around and think and dream of traveling the world far beyond this, since I don't have much else to do.
When walking through the woods I hear the sound of a motor and mechanical noises. I peer through trees and bushes and see a Motobug driving along the grass! It's looking for animals and trying to round them up for Eggman to use because he needs a very big army for his new plan. I'm so delighted to finally see some of his tech in person!
Despite the danger, I get as close as I can for a better look and admire how well designed, creative, and fun it is, and how well made it is with such high quality. It's clear that he's very smart and imaginative and I see it for that instead of just "stupid silly toys" like others do. It's cute for a dangerous killing machine and that's part of the charm to me!
I enjoy it a lot for it being the closest I've ever gotten to him a sense, as it's something that he's created and I've finally been lucky enough to see it in person. And after getting to witness him on TV live too, dreams of mine are coming true. I'm finally a part of something he's doing and it's bringing so much more excitement to my life!
And knowing how unpredictable he is, one can never know what he might do next! And that's thrilling to me, though I should be afraid with the terrible things he's capable of, I'm instead always eager to find out because this is huge, finally being one of the locations on his radar for the first time since I've been alive. I finally get to experience it!
I'm very pleased with that encounter with a robot of his. I don't report it even though I should, I just let it go and do its thing. Nobody else finds out his robots were scouring the area to report on it and I like keeping the secret, knowing something about Eggman the rest of the public doesn't. And I didn't want them ruining it before it's truly began.
At a later date, news breaks that Eggman is attacking the city that I live just on the outskirts of and I'm in disbelief! Before I can even properly hear all the details of the report, for the first time I don't wait to hear every precious detail like I usually do and instead rush out because it could be a once in a lifetime thing and I can't miss this!
I don't even worry about the danger nor not having confidence to go out when there's probably a lot of people despite usually being uncomfortable, I just need to get there and see what's happening, that's all that matters to me. I manage to approach the scene as closely as possible while still keeping distance from the danger and heart of the chaos.
I climb a building and hide behind a tower on the roof and can see there's fire and shooting and explosions in the distance as robots are attacking, the action is gripping and gets my adrenaline up. But what makes my heart race faster is when I hear something in the sky and look up to see the man himself in his Egg Mobile watching it all!
I barely get to see much of his face as his back is to me watching it from a distance himself too, but closer than I am. But I can see enough of him to see that he has a big smile on his face, looking very smug and laughing. Just that and the fact that he's really here has my jaw drop in awe and then smile uncontrollably at his infectious joy!
After standing there watching, I don't expect him to look over his shoulder, he must've been looking for the best area of escape when he was done and he looked into my direction! He actually sees me and just as he notices and perks up in curiosity to why I'm there on my own, I run. He puts it down to me being scared and I didn't look to be enemy forces coming to stop him in my casual wear.
That moment was so small and brief but it stuck with me for weeks after. I keep replaying the sight of him admiring his robots wreaking havoc and the sound of his laughter. It was deeply precious to me to finally get to see him in person and be so close to him, albeit still many feet away but we were really there together in the same place!
I start to imagine how things could've gone differently if I'd stayed. Would he have questioned me? Would he have attacked thinking I was going to try to stop/report him or just for fun and to make sure nobody goes unscathed? I would've found all of those potential scenarios cool! But unfortunately I ran because I felt I had to. Still, I treasure it.
For a while I think that's the last of being lucky enough to get to catch. I mean getting witness a broadcast hijacking, then seeing a robot in person, then the man himself? That's way too much luck! I'm appreciative of what I got to see and will treasure it forever. Things seem quiet for a while after all the chaos and it looks like he's done with the place.
It's been a while since I last went to that certain woodland area for a walk and decide to go again and at night because it's been hot and because I'd like late night peace and privacy in my quiet place. Part of me hopes to see a robot or something even though it's unlikely they'd still be around when he's seemingly done with his work here.
I'm walking, listening to music, entertaining myself with my thoughts to avoid disappointing myself and- suddenly I bump into something and fall back. Never in million years would I ever expect to look up and see none other than Eggman! My glasses fell off when I fell and when I put them on and see him clearly, I still can't believe it!
We both didn't notice each other in the dark, with me looking down and Eggman's shaded glasses making it even harder to see in it. He squints and looks down at me through the darkness and teasingly says "What are you doing out here this late, little boy?" He has a playful approach and smirks because I look stunned and he's amused.
He thinks I might be scared but I'm actually just frozen in awe that he's really right there in the flesh in front of me. I finally pull myself up but still feel stuck in place, unsure of whether I should run or not. I also don't know how to answer his question and just manage to mumble that I was out walking and my breaths sound shaky.
He strokes his chin in wonder with a "hmm". Something about me is familiar. It quickly clicks with him as he connects the dots, not only did he catch me watching during his attack on the city, he also saw me in a Motobug camera when reviewing the footage to see if it saw good land to build on and that's how he knew this was a good place for it.
He points this out to me and says we finally meet at last, then asks if there's any reason he keeps seeing me around. I don't want him to get the wrong idea and think I was trying to spy on him and gather information to try to stop him so despite the shyness, blush in my cheeks, and small smile, I say I'm a big fan and have admired from afar for a while.
He's smart enough to still be wary in case it is a trick but at the same time he can't help but smile at that as he says "I'm pleased that you recognize my brilliance." His confidence and happiness from the ego boost he gets from that is precious to me. There's a funny warm feeling in my chest seeing the pleased grin that slightly tugs at his cheeks.
He's just as handsome in person as the videos and pictures. He has a gleaming white smile, cute big pink nose, and big magnificent fluffy mustache with soft round cheeks hidden behind it. He's so big and tall with his big round belly that looks soft and cuddly, big bear paw sized hands and feet, and long sleek legs. He looks like a big bear of these woods!
He looks stunning and I can't help but admire it. Eggman can certainly tell that my admiration is genuine by the way I look at him as I get lost in his beauty and don't realize how obviously I'm gawking. And there's no way I would've known of the hidden camera in the Motobug but I looked so happy and fascinated while trying to get close to it to admire it.
He can't let me roam around after all that I've seen in the past few encounters of him and his creations. Sure I didn't report it before but he'd rather assure the chances of it happening are zero. So he asks me to come back with him and says that if I enjoy his work so much then I should come serve him. I can't believe my ears and accept immediately!
He's surprised that it was that easy and is used to having to make demands and threats, so he's happy to see such enthusiasm. While I know I should be afraid to go away with such a dangerous infamous man, it would be a dream come true! I'm instantly ready to go away with him and don't need any prep. I get in his Egg Mobile and away we go.
The idea is that I stay with him while he works on the land by the woods that he took an interest in after seeing it in the Motobug footage. It's a good place to find animals for his robots and build a new base as it would be well hidden. I'm useful to keep around because I know when people are unlikely to be around to potentially stumble upon the site.
His first impression of me is that I'm a funny fan of his and that my admiration is pathetically cute and most importantly useful and ego stroking. He finds my eagerness to help him, keep him safe, and make sure he doesn't get caught very valuable for him, and how I become a servant in happily bringing him things he needs whenever he asks.
My feelings on him don't just remain the same as when when I first started to take an interest in him, they get stronger. Getting to know him for real and finding he really is as charming and admirable as I saw him is a delight. And it gets harder for me to escape the fact that I find him very attractive for his strong personality and beauty.
He still keeps a lot of secrets from me he can't have me knowing just in case but getting to learn anything and seeing around his base and his creations is a great joy. Especially when the man himself is proudly showing them off to me. He likes how I share multiple of his interests, love to listen to him talk, and gush over it and praise it all highly.
Eggman was ready to entertain any delusions that made me a fan but is pleased when he finds I know exactly who he is, what he wants, and how terrible he is but specifically admire and support it. I love him as he is, want him to succeed in his selfish goals, and get everything he wants. It feels good to be understood and loved for the real him.
My loyalty and enthusiasm making me useful to him and boosting his ego makes him consider keeping me around for longer, after he was initially planning on letting me go eventually. It would also be best to make sure I never have the chance to tell anyone else about him after going to know him on this level. And I don't want to leave anyway!
I have to keep proving my worth so he knows he made the right choice and that my admiration is real for sure and not just a really convincing agent, though there's no way it could be faked to this degree. Despite his caution we get along well and get closer and he's more certain and likes having me around to serve him and stroke his ego.
Things progress from there and I start faller for him harder and he enjoys having me as his assistant and servant more over time. It eventually leads to point where we first become intimate, when he takes the last step in assuring that I'm definitely not an agent and 100% real in my love for him- by asking for me to kiss him hehe 🥰💜
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Starlog Magazine (December 1995, Issue #221) Scans
It's been a while since I posted about a scanning project. The most recent magazine I scanned was this Starlog Magazine from December 1995!
Starlog originally started out as a Star Trek magazine, but evolved to include all things sci-fi, fantasy, and nichely nerdy. I don't think nichely is a word, but hey, this is my blog and I say and do what I want lol.
Here are some scans I like from the magazine! There is also a link to the full magazine at the end of the post if you're interested in seeing the whole thing!
Let's start off with this subscription form for the magazine.
This takes me back. The thought of filling out a form and mailing it in to purchase a magazine subscription feels so alien now (haha).
I also wanted to point out Robocop, one of my boyfriend's (and my dad's) favs! I actually only recently saw the movie for the first time with my boyfriend, and it was so fun and surprisingly gorey! I wasn't expecting it at all. For some reason I thought the movie was silly and campy? And I mean it was, but the blatant gore and body horror that would come out of nowhere was so shocking to me!
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Speaking of filling out mail-in forms to make purchases, this magazine is full of them! Mainly they're for merch and memorabilia. Here are a few of my favorites.
This selection doesn't even include all of the things available to buy from the magazine. I think my favorite are the audio cassettes/CDs and the Star Trek face t-shirts. The pin collector in me also admires the page of Star Trek pins.
The signed movie and tv photos page is SO interesting, too. I wonder how they decided the prices for each celebrity? Part of me can't imagine these are real, but if I was a celeb...I certainly would take 1 second to sign a photo if it was being sold for $40 and I got some kickback lol.
If you could have one of the singed photos from a celebrity on that list, who would it be?
I'd have to pick Gary Sinise!
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There are actually quite a few story articles in this magazine. Each have around a 3-6 page spread full of pictures - they're quite fun to look at! Here are some of my favorite pages from the various articles.
I really enjoy how they all have drastically different color backgrounds.
The cover article about how Toy Story was created/animated is cool! I picked this page because I love watching how animators work, especially when they use themselves as reference (like in the above pic).
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Lastly, just a couple of random parts from the magazine that interested me.
One was this article about a fantasy fiction author.
The article included many different covers of her books. I wish these could've been in color! I've never read older fantasy adventure novels, but these all looked super appealing to me. I'll have to keep an eye out for some of her books while thrifting.
During the scanning process, I spend a lot of time looking at the front and back covers of the books/magazines I'm scanning. I found myself absolutely enthralled with the back cover of this magazine.
Something about the colors, art, and design just piqued my interest while scanning. I've never heard of this game, much less played it, but I do want to know more about it! I'll probably see if there's a let's play online.
Gosh this is such a cool looking ad for this game. I'm sure the game itself is probably nothing great, but this ad sure is great to look at.
As always, you can view the full magazine for yourself over on my Internet Archive account.
Thanks for stopping by!
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
Thank you, but aaaaaaa, this is difficult. I only started posting on AO3 last year, but I've been posting fic online since 2006, and while there's a lot of old stuff I can't 100% stand by, there are also older fics and elements of older fics I'm still proud of today.
I think for a lot of ficwriters, our fics are tied very closely to different points in our lives and our sense of accomplishment -- so things like that also make it difficult to pick favorites when looking at these titles stirs up so many memories.
But here, I'll give it a shot:
5: Kindred (Harry Potter, 2007, no longer online): These days, my feelings about HP are less positive, but Kindred was my take on the life and upbringing of Fleur Delacour. It allowed me to research an expansive fantasy world as well as make new friends online as they patiently fielded my questions about life in the UK. I got to play around with original world building when it came to Beauxbatons and Veela (at a time when the HP world was still more open) as well as imagine the latter sections of the series from the perspective of the Order of the Phoenix. I was also writing this right during all the build up to Book Seven. I thought I was pretty safe in world building for Fleur, figuring she'd never be all that central, only to read Deathly Hallows and find not only that she's fairly involved, but a good chunk of my headcanon had to be thrown out and rewritten. Kindred was also the first time I'd contributed a longfic to a major fandom that was simmering with interest and energy, and I got so much encouraging feedback. It was a lot of work, I felt so proud of myself, and I was so pleased people enjoyed it. I'm still touched when people message me and say they remember it all these years later.
Weasley gives me an automatic smile. “Just a moment, excuse me.” He jerks his chin to Hassan, and they pass out of the room, down the hall. Hassan glances at me, raises his eyebrows, and grins.
Damn.
I distract myself from my hunger by studying the office. This is one of the smaller ones I’ve seen, cluttered with unopened boxes and a half-filled bookcase. The desk is neat, stacked with papers. A black leather-bound book on the desk catches my eye, its cover stamped with broad gold swirls and dots. It also, I realize, opens right-to-left. Hebrew?
I glance at the still-open door. No sounds.
I slide my fingers under the front cover, flipping it open. Then I blink and lean forward. Every left page is full of that sweeping, dotted script. Every right page has pictures, very stylized. Hieroglyphs, I think. A lot of the figures have animal heads on human bodies, and I recognize the ancient Egyptian numerals from Arithmancy class. I shut the book. I really shouldn’t pry.
My stomach yowls. Well, glancing at stuff on the desk isn’t prying.
I pass over the papers. There’s a framed photo of nine people standing in front of a pyramid, all of them vibrantly redheaded. I pick out Bill Weasley in the group, sans ponytail and earring. He looks better with them.
I check his wall clock. 12:31. Argh.
There’s a small glass case by the photo, containing a chip of some rock (lapis?) inlaid with gold. Arranged around it are what seem to be ancient corn kernels...no...Oh my goodness, they’re human teeth.
Rattle.
I jump, wheeling guiltily towards the door.
Thud.
Rattle.
I look back down at the desk. The sounds are coming from the top left drawer.
Slowly, steadily, I back away from the desk.
Thud. It sounds large, as though something almost filling the drawer is shifting around.
Suddenly, the fact that I’m in a Curse-Breaker’s office carries much more weight. If Kensington could get a curse in the mail, couldn’t Weasley keep a special occasion curse in his desk drawer?
No matter. It doesn’t concern me.
“Mphlum?” comes from the drawer.
That was a human voice.
“Gphlb? Gvpblaffx!”
His muffled voice sounds like he’s struggling. I realize that I’ve stepped back towards the drawer.
Really...Weasley’s a Curse-Breaker...why would he keep a curse lying around? It’s his job to get rid of them.
“Plibg.”
I run my thumb along the smooth brass drawer-pull. Probably it’s some annoying portrait he’s imprisoned there for peace and quiet. I know all about that.
“Thfssss?”
I jerk the drawer open. A human head stares back at me.
4: The Stars Are Fire (Tales of the Abyss, 2021): This is my longfic about Asch and Natalia, exploring their relationship before and through the game, then examining Natalia's life after the war. I think what I love so much about this one was how emotionally free it felt to write it. Generally I write in a very linear style. Stars was written all over the place -- one scene here, one scene there, with very little regard as to stringing everything carefully together. The hope is that if you've played the game, you can follow where you are in the timeline, and the scenes are connected more by theme and feelings than plot. Doing it this way took a lot of pressure off of me. I didn't have to write "boring" scenes, I didn't have to carefully plot. A lot of the time it was just, "Oh, what about exploring this canonical scene?" Or, "Wouldn't be interesting to show this about their childhood?" And I could just go with it. Stars is also special to me because my earlier attempts to write long Abyss fics hadn't quite worked, which was a little discouraging because Abyss is one of my very favorite games.
Natalia flew into him, and, as if it were a dance they'd already learned, he closed his arms around her shoulders, the both of them burying their faces in each other. He could feel her fingers gripping his back, her eyelashes against his cheek, her heart pounding against his own. For just a moment, his brain was released from all thoughts, all impressions but breathless relief.
He was here. She was safe.
There were voices, the others exclaiming over Luke. In a moment, Natalia would push away from him, go to Luke too. But she'd come to him first. She'd run to him.
His brain was catching up to all of this, reminding him there was no time for any of it. Nor a point to any of it.
Natalia was pulling away, but she didn't leave his embrace, taking him by the shoulders, looking at him, saying something – asking if he was all right? Asch was about to say something stern – he didn't know what – but she had one of his hairs smeared across her wet cheek and first he needed to wipe that away, otherwise she looked ridiculous – and he touched her cheek, and the next thing he knew, he'd pressed his forehead to hers and shut his eyes and he could feel her soft breath and her hands tightening on him and he was doing his best not to say all of the things he needed to say – he –
“Whoa, what's this?”
Luke's – the replica's baffled voice was what Asch needed to break out of this storm. Not roughly, but firmly, he stepped back from Natalia – she kept hold of his arm, and he didn't stop her. And Asch felt almost furious satisfaction as he saw the replica staring confusedly at the Jewel of Lorelei in his palm.
After Asch explained, as everyone exclaimed over the Jewel – and that somehow they'd both survived the hyperresonance – Asch again felt weight settle over him. He was alive. It wasn't over.
He still had to go on.
3: The Muse of Last Songs (Transistor, 2019): The first in my Muse Trilogy. It was hard to pick between this one and the final installment, because the final one brings things all together to a (hopefully) satisfying close. But I really like Last Songs because it was my chance to world-build a past for Red and dig into her history with the Boxer. The game drops so many little hints about who they are and how they relate to each other, and these hints felt like fun toys to play with. I was a little hesitant to start posting the trilogy because I'm not sure the universe was asking for a very long Transistor trilogy with a lot of of OCs, so that makes me feel so flattered and grateful that people are interested.
Red had no special plans for that day, aside from the lunch with Belrose. She's not expecting any interviews, any photographers. She's wearing trousers and a blouse, a large triangular ring on her right hand. She'd written some notes for her song on her inner arm during lunch, and the marks are still there. Her hair could use a bit of comb, and she's only bothered with lip gloss. She looks more or less how she usually does on a day left alone to herself.
Whether that's a plus or a minus is really just a matter of perspective.
Colette beckons her over, sort of like she's trying to coax some animal that's never been properly domesticated. “We're interviewing bodyguards. Give me thirty of your priceless minutes.”
Red focuses, looking past Colette to the three men. Though of different heights and ethnicities, there's a certain look that they all share – young men, dark hair, dark or tan skin, squarely built and solid looking. She takes a moment to study each. She's never shy about looking people in the eye, and she's glad to see that each of them has the nerve to maintain eye contact.
One of them.
One of them.
One of them, she looks at a few moments longer than the others. Not out of recognition or distrust. He just keeps her attention a bit longer.
2: Death and Ker (Persona 3, 2010): My what-if story exploring if the female protagonist came on another adventure with SEES. While it's no longer my best writing, and I'm sure there's lots in it I would now do differently, this fic still has a very special place in my heart. My earlier Persona longfic, Elysion, is very sad in places, and while Death and Ker also has its bittersweet moments, it was my opportunity to write SEES as strong and hopeful after the harrowing events of Persona 3. I also love the FeMC, Minako, her energy and strength, and I loved writing from her perspective, particularly exploring her relationship with her Persona Thanatos. Add some references to Greek mythology, lots of Shinjiro, and my opportunity to finally get Akihiko and Mitsuru together (one of my favorite ships, but one I find very hard to write), and I still look back on this one happily.
I've come abreast of a bar, with some guys out front smoking, nearly silhouetted against the lit windows. Another guy, broader across the shoulders than the others, has kicked a trashcan onto its side, letting the garbage spew out. He's sitting on it, hair down to his waist and bearded, a shapeless cap over one eye and a long, ragged greatcoat. There's a smell rather worse than cigarette smoke, and I pick up the pace again, wishing I was upwind.
"Hold on," that same gruff voice says, and I realize that Lovely here is my defender. "You took a long look. You can't say you're too proud to say 'good evening'."
His Japanese is perfect, but there's some accent I can't pick out – English-speaking, I think, but I don't recognize it as British or American or anything like that. I've turned towards him before I can tell myself to keep walking. He leans back to study me, throwing his face into better light. Gaunt features, a long pipe between his teeth, some of which are missing. I can't guess his age, except that he's older than me. His hair is some color between blond and brown, and his eyes look greenish, and they track me up and down a few times.
I'm not good at staying away from trouble; people always used to say this about me. But this isn't trouble, it's just a word. So – "Evening," I say, and turn to go.
"You have a look of death about you."
I turn back around. The guy's leaned forward onto his knees again, and the others are talking amongst themselves, someone laughing. Is this a weird set-up, or...? I turn to go.
"You keep out of the light, but there it is just the same."
What?
...I've got a naginata and a Persona with a huge metal mask thing. I can handle whatever's going on here. I turn back and stare at him, waiting for him to explain. He gestures sideways, and unresistingly I step into the glare of the windows.
He stares at me a moment, teeth cracking around his pipe, and nods slowly like he already knew what he'd be seeing. "You're pale enough, and your hair's the color of dead things, dead leaves. Eyes like dirt and blood." He leans back and turns away, drawing on his pipe. "Why pussyfoot around it? Why not carry your damn scythe in the open?"
I blink, but I can't quite deadpan this, and I find myself shifting my weight once from foot to foot. "Are you friends with Mama at Club Escapade or something?"
"Shove off," the guy says, gesturing me away. "Take your dirt with you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Pretty girl." He swings to his feet, the trashcan rolling away with a clatter. "Death shouldn't pretend to be cute. It's raw and bleeding and it loves the living more than food or air." He chuckles. "I don't want to be friends." And he slouches into the light of the bar's front door.
I pitch forward a step, about to follow, then pull to a stop, hardly hearing the question one of the other guys throws at me. What was he talking about? Could he tell I was dead? I could ask Death himself, but Thanatos is quiet, uninterested in this exchange.
1: The Beast in the Dark (Fate/Extra, 2017, not online). So this feels kind of selfish, seeing as no one can read it and I don't know whether I'll even post it, but I really love this fic. In the mid-2010s, I was sad and frustrated and artistically unhappy (unhappy about art -- not unhappy in an artistic way), particularly with my original fiction, which didn't feel very good, and most of the time wasn't even happening. In this mindset, I wrote a trilogy of fics set in the Fate/Extra universe, focusing on female Hakuno. And what I love about that experience, along with it helping me through that patch, is that I just let myself go. I threw basically anything I wanted at the story. I researched all sorts of weird things about history and different cultures so I could incorporate them. I really like words and their derivations, so I just told myself I could include unnecessary explanations of word etymologies. I threw in cringey tropes I enjoy but might be embarrassed to admit to other people. I had no expectation of ever posting it, so I truly was able to please myself. Beast is the final installment of the trilogy, the longest, and all the angst and shippy stuff and nonsense comes together in a big loud crash for it, and I just really loved writing that. Almost immediately after finishing Beast, I suddenly felt ready to write The Price and Prey of Magic -- the original novel I'd been thinking about for years, but been unable to start. I don't know if Beast unlocked something in me, but I like to think it did me good.
Was it even possible to really love someone with your whole soul? Maybe a parent could love a child that way. Maybe if the two of you had grown up together, and they'd always been part of your life. But a person who had a whole life separate from you, whom you'd met only recently?
Could you really graft your soul to the soul of a comparative stranger?
There was a tree by the well, and its leaves rustled in the slight breeze, sending a sympathetic shiver down Hakuno's back.
A man's shadow fell across her
She looked up.
It was a tall man in army fatigues and a burnoose. She couldn't really see his face because of the sun behind him.
Crow, she thought.
“You're the American?” he asked.
Hakuno sat up, unprepared for how relieved she was to hear English again. His accent was unfamiliar, but the words were perfectly clear. “Yes,” she said, squinting up. “My name's Hazel Kuznetov.”
Maybe he noticed the squint, because he moved out of the glare, though not any closer. His skin was tanned, but he wasn't actually Middle Eastern – possibly Japanese. Despite his white hair, he looked to be in his twenties. She thought she saw a red muffler wrapped around his head and throat under the burnoose. There was a long gun on his back.
He held his hand out. “I'm Shirou Emiya.”
Thank you for tagging me, @deemoyza. Going through my archive brought a lot of feelings of happiness and gratitude bubbling to the surface.
#fanfiction#i'm sorry i went on so long but doing this made me really happy#kindred#harry potter#tales of the abyss#transistor#persona 3#persona 3 spoilers#tales of the abyss spoilers#fate/extra
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[eng] interview with Ono Yuki & Yamaguchi Tomohiro about Niki's Kitchen episode 15
please check the original article for lots of cute photos! Translation (interview portion only) below the cut:
Please share your impressions about the event.
Ono Yuki:
I really can't cook, so I was really worried about how it would go. In TsukiSta I take up more of an MC role where I focus on talking with the guests and trying to keep it entertaining overall, so this time since I get to be a guest I can do whatever I want! or something. (lol)
So, that's why I think the one who had the most fun today was probably me. Right after filming, Tomo-kun said, "It was really fun, thank you very much," which I was glad to hear. I'd be happy if the audience had the same feeling.
Yamaguchi Tomohiro:
It was an incredible event (lol). The last release event was more about looking back on the show's episodes, but since this time was an open filming where I'd have to cook in front of an audience, 3 days before the real thing, it sank in that this would be really hard. But since the guest was Yuki-san, whom the audience knows very well, I also had a sense of reassurance.
But when I looked at Yuki-san during rehearsal I did wonder, "What is he going to be like during the real thing?" ...... and when we started, he was just like that (lol). While conversing skillfully, the way he moved the audience's heart and raised the energy in the room made me think, as expected of a veteran.
How was it to hold an event with an audience for the first time in a while?
Ono:
TsukiSta is a closed studio, and today I felt that being in front of an audience is great after all. Even though they couldn't raise their voices, I felt their enjoyment through their expressions and laughter. I was happy to spend that time together.
And the food was so delicious! I really wanted to eat everything, but with the flow of the event and the time limit.... (lol). I was really happy that the dish I helped with turned out so well. And there's the dish that Tomo-kun made for me. Everyone can enjoy both dishes at Cafe Cinnamon, so please go check them out.
What was challenging about today's filming？
Yamaguchi:
Ono Yuki (lol)! The most challenging, but also the most reliable, everything was Ono Yuki. No, honestly, I couldn't imagine how this event was going to go.... I hope that the audience enjoyed the experience of watching us live, but I realized how hard it is to do an open filming.
Nevertheless, I normally get overwhelmed with myself during filming, but today since I was so overwhelmed by my partner, there were no mistakes in the cooking. Amazing!
Is there anything you feel you left unfinished today or any regrets？
Ono:
The fact that I couldn't eat all of the food (lol). I wanted to clean my plate......!
Yamaguchi:
The fact that the audience who came to see us weren't able to raise their voices. "Cafe Cinnamon Niki's Kitchen Start!" "Yay!" I want to do that type of call and response. Instead of just having them just watch, I'd like to give them an experience where we do something together.
Including those who are starting a new chapter of their lives, please give a message to our readers.
Ono:
If you’re starting a new life, I recommend you learn how to make this galette because it will refresh your life (lol). Also, I talked about this in the recording, but when I was starting a new chapter of my life I had a crepe party with my friends. Get together with some close friends and eat crepes, and welcome your new life by making this galette!
Yamaguchi:
I've been working in this industry since I was a student, so I've never experienced something like a career change. Of course I'm working hard with a fresh feeling every day, and to make a new start at a turning point like this, I'll try my best this year too. When I talked to some of the people who came to the venue today, they told me things like, "I've graduated school," "I'm entering the workforce," "I'm going to start a new job," and so on, and I want to work hard along with everyone.
It might be a little overkill to call it emotional support, but I hope that Niki's Kitchen brings you joy, that yummy food cheers you up, and that it gives you energy for tomorrow. I'll continue to work hard, so please keep supporting the show!
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There's Only Supposed To Be Three Of Us (Part 1)
"Why do I have to sit in the back?" Dusty huffs, arms crossed. "I'm not a little kid."
"You may as well be," Trevor snips, looking in the rearview mirror and rubbing at the graying hair of his temples. "And be glad you are!"
"I'm in my twenties!"
"Yeah, still basically a kid, just none of the benefits of being one," David says flatly, eyes locked on the road. The depth of the night shadows is enough to make his heart race, his eyes flick to every waver of light, his hands grip the wheel tight as his muscles.
But under the thick sweater, the tightly-knitted mittens, and blockade of braids, neither of the other two can tell his stress. His arms are relaxed, his grip is loose, and his eyes are barely taking in the road. And he doesn't mind them living in that reality, that's why he's the one who always drives.
"None of the benefits of being old enough to be an adult either," Dusty grumbles, sinking into his seat. "Don't even get to pick the radio station."
"The radio hasn't had a signal in ages," Trevor says, slapping it to make his point.
"Can't pick the temperature either."
"I told you to put on some proper clothes before we left!"
"I don't like how sleeves feel under my denim!"
"So don't complain!"
"Pipe down." David releases his grip with one hand for just a moment to pat Trevor's shoulder. "It's just one overnight trip to meet those producers, and then if they like the pitch we can try to negotiate for a van or something to get home."
"I still don't see why we need to meet with them. I produced our trial episodes just fine all by myself."
"Yeah, Trev, but if we don't find a way to turn a profit you'll just run out of money."
"I wish I'd never met you two."
Dusty gasps. "Please don't have said that!"
"Yeah mate, where'd that come from?"
"If I'd never met you two I wouldn't be undergoing the indignity of this roadtrip and actually enjoying it. You've ruined my personal standards for myself."
"Awww." Dusty grins at him. "We're your family."
"You are not! Shut your mouth!"
"We're your family, we're your family," Dusty sings teasingly. Trevor makes noises of affront that are so bird-like David can't help but wonder if they're all him or if he's run some real birds over.
"Aren't you the one who made us take those 'family photos?" David says, smirking a little despite the gnawing dread in his gut. He hates driving where there's no streetlights, he hates driving past empty fields, he hates driving in unfamiliar places, he can't let the other two drive.
Trevor slaps him lightly on the arm, and David almost jerks the wheel and sends them crashing, but the small twitch in his arm is lost to the statue-still tension of his body.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean he gets to mock me about it all! It's mot my fault you two wormed your way into my life! Just make a TV show together my arse..."
"Hey, look." Dusty point out of the window opposite to his seat. "Is that a house?"
"Finally!" Trevor rolls his window and squints out at the faint lights in the distance. "We can ask for directions!"
"What? We're not lost."
"Our phones lost service hours ago and we have no other maps, I think it's a safe bet we're not on the right track."
"Yeah, well, who's fault is it we don't have any printed maps?"
"I had to test the shredder!"
"Right, yeah, and I had to test the new forks with your leftover curry."
"I KNEW IT WAS YOU-"
"Guys!" Dusty leans forward as much as his seatbelt will allow. "Even if we're not lost, let's find somewhere to sleep!"
"You guy can sleep in your seats."
"You'll pass out at the wheel though, and we'll all go on fire."
"You know, it's this kind of imagination that took us from a PG rating to PG-13."
"Hire another writer then."
"Fine." David takes the next turn, the car shaking concerningly as they drive along the bumpy dirt road to the little distant lights. "If's it a little hotel we'll stay here, if not we'll ask where the nearest one is. Happy?"
"Yeah." Dusty smiles, pleased with himself. "And I think we should get room service, too."
"Says the one who never remembers his wallet," Trevor grumbles.
They pull up to the building, and all hopes sink.
The house was probably once bright pink, but in the light of their headlights they see only faded, peeling paint, bright spots only visible when a strung breeze shifts the ivy crawling all the way up to the half-decayed roof. It's tall, taller than any house they've seen that wasn't an apartment block, but small, like there can be only two or three rooms per floor. The windows above the second story are all smashed and shattered, but the glass is surprisingly intact on the second and first floors. The door as also once bright, probably close to David's favorite shade of blue, but now is as peeled and faded as the rest of the house.
There doesn't seem to be any lights on.
"Must've been a trick of the moonlight or something." David puts the car in reverse-
And it stalls.
"What?"
"I'll check." Dusty gets out and pops the hood. Smoke billows out, and Dusty coughs as he stumbles to David's window. "It's not good anymore."
"We just got her tuned up!" David gets out and takes a look himself, shining his phone flashlight onto the engine. "Oh, for fuck's sake..."
"Still no service," Trevor reports from the passenger seat. He looks up, up, up, to... "Do you think we could get a signal from the top of that?"
"What?" David turns and looks at the house. "No, none of us are going in there, have you lost it? This place could collapse any second."
"Well how else are we supposed to get out of here?"
"We just need to let the engine cool down and Dusty and I can take a closer look."
"And how will you fix it without tools?"
"I- ... Dammit."
"Hmm! Thought so. If we won't go in for service, we'll have to to check for tools. If we have to go in for tools, we may as well try to get a signal while we're at it."
"What if someone lives here?" Dusty looks up. "I mean... it's not impossible. Right?"
"We'll knock."
"Trev, wait-"
Trevor is out of his seat and rapping his knuckles against the door before David can protest.
The door creaks open, the knob falling right off.
They all stay very, very still. Trevor's previous confidence is gone, and now his fist shakes as he stands there.
"Don't go in," David hisses as Dusty steps behind the taller man.
"Of course I'm not going in," Trevor hisses back. "I've seen films!"
They're all still for a very, very long time.
Dusty tugs on David's hand. "Can we get back in the car? I'm getting cold. And it locks."
"Right. Yeah." David sucks in a sharp breath. "Trev, back in the car."
Trevor blinks, and shakes out of the stupor of silent fear that had gripped all of them. "Car, yes, back in the car."
They all go to their doors and-
No.
No.
David pats himself down for the keys. "Who closed the doors?"
"The wind must have caught them." Trevor's hand is still shaking. "You didn't leave the keys inside. You never do."
"They aren't in there," Dusty confirms, looking through the window and shining his own phone light in. "Did you drop them?"
"I clipped them to my belt loop, I can't have dropped them."
"Let's just break the window."
"It'll still be cold then." Dusty rubs his arms. "What do we do?"
Slowly, all eyes turn to the house.
"We all agreed that was a terrible idea," Trevor reminds.
"Yeah." David kneels down to search the ground, but the keys are still missing. "But it might be the only idea now."
"Wait." Dusty walks a little farther away to a lone dying tree. He picks up a large fallen branch and heaves it over. "Okay, now we can go."
"Want me to carry that?"
"I've got it."
They slowly approach the door. David finds himself at the front of the group, despite Dusty being the one with the 'weapon'. They step inside, and the chill of the night is instantly washed away, though not pleasantly. The inside is musty, choked, overly warm and untouched for who knows how long.
"Are the walls... felt?" Trevor presses closer to David, and Dusty tightens his grip on the branch. David shines his light around the room.
Felt. The walls are padded with felt. It might've been a sort of blueish shade once, maybe teal, but there's so much dust gathered on the fabric it's hard to say for sure. There's rips and tears all over, exposing old decaying wood.
The furniture is in no better state. Three chairs sit in the center of the room. An old rocking chair lays on it's side, one of the arms completely rotted off. A plain chair like meant for a school desk sits to it's left, looking ready to shatter if anyone even thinks about sitting on it. A large armchair sits to the farthest right, just as dusty and discolored as the rest of the fabrics in the room, the seat and back sunken in and so squashed they probably feel like solid wood instead of cushions.
A clock sits above a cracked fireplace, the only thing in the room in anything close to decent condition. Even then, the glass over the face is cracked, stretching across the entire bottom. It almost looks like it's frowning.
"This is a house of horrors," Trevor whispers. "And I thought Dusty's designs were disturbing."
"Hey." Dusty shakes his branch a little. "Remember me, holding this?"
"Shh!" David shines the light at the windows. Instead of showing the outside, there's more felt pasted over the glass. Probably some kind of sky picture, but again, dust and grime.
The only saving grace is that there don't seem to be any bugs or spiders.
They shuffle further into the house. "Maybe there's a toolchest, like Trev said," David whispers as quietly as he can. "Can use it to pop open the car for the night."
"Good plan." Trevor's voice shakes.
As suspected, there's only two rooms on the whole floor. The kitchen/dining area is in no better state, and no less felt-covered. The table in the middle is completely collapsed, broken into three pieces by a fallen light fixture. The chairs are all knocked over, the floor cracked beneath them. The fridge door hands open, empty. Old broken dishes are piled in the sink, a centimeter of cloudy, foul-smelling water layering the bottom. The shelves are crowded with cans with rotted labels, unreadable and flaking off.
There's a staircase to the side, but about five steps up it's completely collapsed. There's now way to get up to wherever it leads.
Across from it, by a shattered mirror, is another staircase. David tests it first, placing all his weight on each step slowly, slowly. The other two follow just as slowly, up, up...
They reach three small bedrooms.
Small for rooms, large for closets, with a letter on each headboard. The rooms are in complete disarray, but like downstairs, they're insulated and warm.
"We shouldn't split up," Trevor croaks.
"No," David agrees. "Let's, um... let's all take this room." It's the one with the bed that says 'R'. "We'll look around some more in the morning."
"We're not going to sleep here," Dusty whimpers.
"You're the one who wanted to stop to sleep," Trevor snaps. He rubs his face and sighs. "We'll... take shifts. None of us want to be here, especially not unaware."
"... Alright." Dusty climbs into the bed, and David pushes Trevor in after. Dusty hands David the branch.
"I'm used to staying up," David says with a shrug when Trevor glares at him. "You two get some sleep, I'll wake you up in a couple hours."
"You better."
David sits in a little chair by the bed, eyes glued to the door, grip tight on the branch.
There's nothing in here with them.
There must be something in here with them.
He stays there, tense, still as a statue. It's worse than driving. It's why he can't let the other two do it.
Maybe Dusty and Trevor were right, though. His eyes are playing tricks on him now. For a second he thinks he sees light in the hall. And then thinks he hears Dusty humming, but Dusty is sound asleep. Well, not sound. He's frowning and tossing and turning. It's a miracle Trevor is still asleep, frowning as well but stiff as a corpse where he lays.
David nods off for a second. He feels it coming, but can't resist. His head dips forward, his eyes slide shut, and-
I'M NOT GOING BACK INTO THAT HOUSE!
He jolts back awake with a small gasp, an incomprehensible and quickly-fleeting flash of nightmare leaving his heart hammering.
The door, loose on it's hinges, creaks and sways despite the complete and utter stifling lack of breeze.
"Give them a couple more minutes," he mumbles to himself. Maybe they'll wake up on their own. Dusty is whimpering now. Trevor is sucking in shallow breaths. Of course they've having nightmares. This whole situation is a waking one.
-in my-
David rubs his eyes. There go the imagined voices again. He thought he'd have a little longer before the sleep-deprivation hallucinations. His record is five days with just a few cat naps throughout. Trevor had almost killed him.
-not one of those guys-
His head dips again, and he startles back awake. He sees a light in the hallway again. No he doesn't. Nothing's out there. Something's out there.
-eal with it myself I guess.
The door creaks, and David realizes why this place scares him.
It's haunted.
The specter is so translucent it's barely visible at all, just a faint red tint to the air, so faint David would think it's just another trick of his eyes if it weren't for it's eyes. It towers, taller than David would be standing up, and it's eyes rest atop it blood-red head and stare down unblinking. They're wide, slightly off, pointed down at him. David's heart can't decide if it should race or just stop, and it leaves him lightheaded.
The specter tilts it's head slightly, a curtain of red falling to the side and revealing jagged teeth and exposed gum. Just like the rest of it these features ae barely visible, but the specter seems to almost... not glow, but have light around it, like it's walking on a plane where the electricity never stopped working and the bulbs were more than shattered glass.
Oh, look at that.
David's hand flies up to grip his throat. He didn't speak, he's sure he didn't, has this otherworldly apparition stolen his voice? He can't open his own mouth, but he also can't move, can't look away, can't think, and he's sure it's just panic making all of that so impossible.
The specter looks to the side, at something David can't see. The curtain of hair-or something trying to be hair- falls back over the unmoving mouth, and puff forward as the specter speaks to an invisible audience.
There's ghosts in my room.
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Unprompted answering of random asks from my own ask memes for Kayli:
🌱 What’s their basic information? Name, gender, age, that sort of thing
Full name: Kayli Meyer (surname was originally Radley until she was around 7-ish years old)
Gender: Cis woman
Orientation: Asexual, vaguely sapphic but also definitely not alloromantic (AKA, the exact answer I would have given for myself about a year ago)
Date of birth: 19th February 2275 (so, five months older than Trin at any given time)
Place of residence: Born and raised in California- more specifically in Lost Hills. She had never left California before travelling to West Virginia with Trin and living there for two years (2297 to late '99) and some spare change. Has just left WV and headed back west at the current point in the day-to-day OC timeline in my head
🌎 Do they have a favourite region of the world map (e.g. the Forest, the Ash Heap…)? A least favourite region?
She enjoyed seeing the variety of different environments in Appalachia more than anything else, but she does have a soft spot for the atmosphere (not literally!) of the Ash Heap that Trin doesn't share
As for least favourites, she didn't particularly enjoy embarking out further towards the east side of the map (Mire/Cranberry Bog region), but that's more due to the tougher enemies in that region and potential for Trin to start scorchily losing her shit than the actual geography
📷 How often do they take photos (or alternatively, how often do you use photomode haha)? Any favourite/funny photos of them you’d like to share?
She will sometimes take environmental shots to capture any unusual or striking features in the landscape, but on the whole isn't snap-happy like someone I could mention. Definitely doesn't love being in shot herself (so, not a fan of selfies).
🎻 Do they play musical instruments? How skilled are they at it?
Yesss. I literally added this question to that list specifically for Kayli lol.
She's taken violin lessons since childhood, and kinda knows her way around all string instruments as a result. Also figuring out a little bit of piano, which is more likely self-taught. But the violin will always be her baby.
💰 What is the most expensive thing they own?
The most expensive thing in terms of its overall value that she ever owned, past tense, was probably her first violin. It was in pristine condition with a pearlised blue varnish, which I'd imagine would have been very hard to come by.
It survived its time with her, by the way! She just had to swap for a new refurbished one eventually because it was child-sized.
💬 How many languages do they speak?
She's only fully fluent in English, but knows phrases here and there in plenty of other languages. However, I'm inclined to think that she would count the ability to read and write sheet music as knowing a language, which brings her total per her own judgement to two.
☂️ What’s their favourite type of weather? What type of weather do you associate with them, if any?
She's not a fan of any extremes of weather, but especially not storms or heavy rain. Having grown up a) underground and b) in California, the severe East Coast-style radstorms were an unpleasant novelty to her and she's very wary of them.
🍇 Favourite food? Any dietary restrictions or specific dislikes?
Discovered when she travelled east that she likes fresh seafood- but it absolutely has to be fresh, and that's going to be in much shorter supply where she's now living than it was in Appalachia. Welp. Lakelurk meat, maybe?
Her all-time favourite food is the gulper meat in Rudy's pepperoni rolls!
🤖 Do they believe science or art is more important? How much value do they place on each?
She'd firmly agree with the paraphrased quote 'Science keeps us alive, but art is what we live for'.
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Like a Planetariumー Yumigeta Ako (23.08.08)
Good evening🌛
I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑
Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！
Lots of you complimented my nice smile which put me in a good mood 笑lol
My friends take great photos rightー！
I never normally feel like that so I was surprised looking at their amazing photos once I got home yesterday！
All my friends tell me 「I read your blog〜」 and 「This could be your next Gettaa Life〜」
They're really supportive of my life in Morning Musume。！
I'm so happy that I have good friends 💓
A photo from the park yesterday。Illuminated Yumigeta Ako ↑
I have a question about parks for you all、
What's your favourite piece of play equipment？
Please let me know in the comments！
By the way mine is obviously the swings❗️
I'm not very good at heights but I love the sensation of flying 🤣
This might be a local thing、
But when you want to swap with someone on the swings you say、
「Leーnーd me the swing」
「Oーkーayy」
Do you also do this strange exchange？？？
（Elomgating each word is the key point）
Is it just me？笑lol
I want someone else to know what I'm talking about〜！！！！
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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨
Today I was looking back through photos from our Miyagi performance…
Lookie Lookie Lookie〜！
Doesn't it look like a planetariumー？？！
Recently I've been really enjoying looking back on photos taken during our live shows、and this photo where everything's dyed in Ishida-san's blue member colour looks like the universe and it's so coolー！
That's how I immediately visualised it😊
𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 the universe💫
I Getted 「Imagination」！
It must have been wonderful being in the audience and being surrounded by blue…✨
I wanna experience that myselfー！！
That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！
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Today I found a plum snack I'd never seen before at the convenience store…！
I'll introduce it another day♪
Well then I'll see you tomorrow！
This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐨🐨🐨
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Waking up from a nap to other people trancing themselves is nice. I do wish I had the energy to speak with You more regularly, though I know this is something else You’d reassure me is fine. (I know it is, I just see a lot that’s cute here with the others and interaction is fun when the brain allows ~_~)
(This feels a bit like irony and stepping over a line. If so, please say so and I’ll refrain from saying stuff like this in the future. Don’t wanna be part of the problem) I would like it though if people stopped making my favorite ‘tist uncomfortable. You’ve got perfectly respectable boundaries same as anyone else, and it annoys me that they’re trampled over with any degree of frequency. It can’t be that hard to keep one’s mouth shut and not make others uncomfortable.
On another note, I’d noticed Your deity kink tag before, but didn’t think much of it until now since I’m decidedly not religious in my daily life. For You, though, I think I could make an exception ;D
Not just a Master, but a Deity to fall completely under for. Ruling the Garden and my mind with the same level of gentle, inescapable power. Why leave when I’m so comfortable? I could go at any time, but I also could lie in a sleepy puddle at Your feet awaiting orders. It’s nice to be owned and powerless. Nice to realize I don’t have to think for myself, just float in worshipful bliss as my Deity exerts Their control~
Perfect Pen’s perfect control always seeping into my head. The repetition mantra sticks the best since it rhymes and I’ve lopped it for hours, sometimes rocking to stim brings it up, but other things are fun too.
I’ve edged to Your files before. Tried to set in ‘rub my mind away for fae’ along the lines of the other mantras and though it’s enjoyable to stay like that for a while, I can’t hold back long enough to do much. Might do that later if I work myself up though, Your files have gotten me needy before…
This is getting long again 😅 I would apologize for the giant block of text, but You didn’t seem to mind my last ramble, so maybe this time is the same? Hope You’ve been doing well!
-El
Interaction is definitely fun! But I agree with your assessment that I'd say it's okay that you can't interact often, and that's because the few times we do interact are always a treat! I look forward to when it becomes more drawn out and frequent, but only when the headspace allows <3
Thank you for the kind words. I too wish that people would stop trampling over Me and My boundaries just because I'm a soft person when not explicitly Dominating someone. Admittedly, I never had a specific rule against receiving photos, only giving; part of it could be on Me for not saying I don't want photos w/o consent, but at the same time I feel like that should be common knowledge! Alas, We live in a society of people w/ monkey brain that just want to activate their neurons by being weird in non-fun ways.
I believe you've referred to Me as Deity before, so I find it hard to believe this is the first time you've thought about the Deity side of things~ I take on being an Arch Fae as my primary way of expressing it, as that gives me more power and Dominion over ordinary Fae creatures as well. Plus, only Arch Fae can rule over their own Domains, which My Garden certainly classifies as ;)
Ah yes, repetition. The main reason mantras work the way they do. And We Fae certainly love to rhyme, so it's fun to use rhymes to really get in someone's head. Encouraging a (consensually) endless loop of My words is a thrill, because I like imagining the droning, far away tone their voice would take repeating it out loud.
I've noticed a sudden uptick in thralls that edge to My files! I'm quite flattered by it; it's never something I go out of My way to ask for, since My brain often just...Doesn't think about sexual things below the belt, but those offers and tributes are quite lovely when people ask beforehand if it's okay. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, and if you do decide to edge later, I hope you'll know that Master melts your mind away, so you can rock and sway and just obey~
(P.S the "rock and sway" part actually comes from how a thrall was humping her pillow while repeating that mantra and edging, but she too always seeks release, so never feel obligated to stay on the edge a long time!)
Never apologize for long asks! I prefer this than having to make multiple short replies, and I'm always glad to hear from you, dearest El <3 Thank you for taking time to share all of these lovely thoughts with Me, I treasure them immensely
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They got me. I'm a sucker for well-placed sponsored restaurants.
On the best of days, I find OpenTable to be full of local eateries trying to make their way out of the Google-Sphäre and onto your nearest device with an app store. On the worst days...the dreaded *chain restaurant* sneaks into your list of recommended places, masquerading as the best icon of the cultural zeitgeist of the area.
Damn you Olive Garden!
Ok. Don't get me wrong, I love unlimited bread sticks and soup as much as the next guy, but sometimes I want (well, most times I want) that one place nearby that represents the area with their food. And, most times, places like that need this little thing called a
Reservation
Que OpenTable and their terrible way of getting a ducking map of restaurants you want to look at. But, I digress.
Tonight, (yesternight, last year...whatever) I found myself regretting my OpenTable reservation at Saltine. I saw their website long after I'd made the reservation and hopped in the Uber, "Oh no," I thought, "A hotel restaurant that looks to be on the precipice of franchissement."
But, my little tidbiters, this is a classic case of "Judging a Book by its cover". Or, more accurately, its dustcover. While the website would indicate a chain or 'Saltine's (and the location being conspicuously across the lobby of a Hilton), it's architecture and decor is my favorite blend of sea-shanty and art deco. Old photos of ocean-going vessels and catches-of-the-days are a perfect pairing to the crap-soup. My French 75 was a bitter and slightly salty take on the drink I judge almost any cocktail bar upon, but suited the aperitif-ness I was looking for.
The main course? Recommended by my waitress the crab cakes and succotash were delicious, though my waitress continued to reassure me that the succotash could be removed (do people not eat succotash in Virginia???), I greatly enjoyed my chosen wine pairing of "Fritz Zimmer Spätlese Riesling" (3.8/5), though I can imagine it might have been a bit too honey-sweet for the true connoisseur.
Then there was the dessert - a simple chocolate tart. I was slightly disappointed at the choices (nothing wrong with them, but I am particular with my desserts), but I was sure the tart would satisfy my sugar requirments. Now is when I admit something you all will hate me for - I'm not really a fruit on my (or as my) dessert guy. The candied bits of (what I think was) tangerine we're just not what I enjoy. The chocolate tart and the cream were lovely, the candied fruit pieces tasted, for lack of a better word, stale. Still. Sugar-quota accomplished.
In the end, Saltine was a lovely escape, though a somewhat, "modern" or "safe" one. It is nestled in the downtown area and, if you aren't having to go to the shipyard like me, is probably worth the trip. Would I eat there again? Absolutely. Would I look for another place the next time I'm around this area? Also yes.
The problem with Saltine is its comfort. Traveling in for a day got me to go in just the same as anyone staying at the hotel it's attached to: Saltine is close, produces good food, and is a safe bet on a night when you don't have time to hit a McDonald's after an unsatisfying meal.
Saltine - you were great, but you're my safety net. Never change...unless you want to experiment a little more. Then, like almost anything in the bedroom, I'm so down to try out whatever it is you come up with.
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