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ghost face ! minho
i was watching scream and i wish minho had me screaming.
-contains mature themes (a little blood, fear play kinda)
"caught you!"
you screamed in terror. the masked man, taking you by surprise from behind. the lights were off and all you could see was that horrendous mask. which kept appearing in your dreams.
you struggled to get up from where you were crouched behind a table. and he had shown up. knowing exactly where you hid.
because he was watching. he was always watching.
stumbling you grabbed a flowerpot, throwing it in his direction. he dodged it. letting out a hearty laugh. you felt your heart stop.
you were backed into a corner.
one side was a wall and the other was the steps that led to the second floor.
if you ran upstairs, then there was no way you could get back down.
"sometimes you make it so obvious" he said, playing with the knife in his hand. pressing it against his hand. you were scared. he pointed upstairs with the tip of the knife.
"go on. run."
and you did. tripping on the steps. it was so dark you couldn't make out where you were going. that was until you ran straight into a dark figure.
"oh honey, you can't escape from me" he said, voice dropping. you felt yourself being pushed against the ground.
hard.
feeling a little dizzy with how fast you hit the floor.
you gave up. if he was going to kill you. then so be it. maybe he'd be kind enough to spare you again.
"l-let me live" you mumbled, feeling a thick rope bind your wrists together behind your back. his black cape running against you as he fumbled about.
"you know, fun fact. i don't kill. i just have fun!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled behind the mask. at times you wished you knew how he looked. you wished you could see his face.
he had told you his name through a phone call. you had to admit. you were braver when you were on call. rather than in reality. because reality was reality.
"you don't seem to sound like you're having fun"
he knew what you meant. his voice sounded like he was faking the fun voice.
"shut the fuck up, will you."
you shivered, going pliant. this was him. his deep voice. his voice that could make you cream yourself.
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"aaahh-" you cried out, desperately trying to tug your hands free. he giggled, staring right at you.
all you could see was the mask. maybe a little glimpse of his eyes. but that was all you got.
the knife running along the insides of your thighs. a warm liquid dripping down. which he wiped away with his gloved thumb.
"so tell me. you called back today"
your eyes widened. you weren't expecting him to show up inside your house. dressed up, ready to do whatever he liked. if you knew he was going to come back, you wouldn't have called.
"stop crying for god's sake" he shouted.
spanking you hard. you jerked forward with the force. embarassingly trying to close your legs.
his clothed thigh wedged between your legs. fabric rubbing against your cunt in the best way possible.
"humping my thigh, now? you seriously are a horny slut" he let out. his hand playing with your folds. coating you with your own wetness.
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"look at the camera."
you couldn't. you didn't know what he'd do with those pics. you pressed your face to the cold floor, spit dripping out of your parted mouth.
his dick buried inside of you.
"i. said. look."
he said through gritted teeth, tugging your hair to make you look up. your eyes rolling back at how deep he was. cock rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. the flash went off and he let go. your head falling back down.
"such a whore"
a few more tears slipped out. his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts.
"hm" he hummed. a little curiousity in his tone.
"why aren't you saying anything."
you kept quiet. letting yourself get lost in a fuzzy space. it was dark anyways. all you knew about the man who had screwed you once before, was his name.
he flipped you over. taking you by surprise by how gently he pushed back in. staying absolutely still. and you did the same.
"p-please" you muttered. a faint light from the neighbour's backyard lighting up the room. you could vaguely see his eyes through the mesh. his breathing heavy, chest heaving. he rolled his hips against you. a low moan leaving him.
you couldn't do this. you wanted more. to be touched. to feel him. without the mask. to see him.
"please p-please please" you chanted, shaking your head as you began to sob harder.
"do you even know what you're begging for" he chuckled, pressing his hand against your neck. with enough pressure to make your vision hazy. your mouth opened and closed as you wondered whether to say it or not.
"k-kiss me p-please" you whispered. it wasn't loud but you were sure he heard you.
"kiss me m-minho i beg y-you"
you shook, wrists aching at how tight he knotted the rope. he seemed to understand. grabbing the knife he had thrown on the side as he cut it off.
"p-please m-minho plea-"
throwing your arms around his neck. his body pressed against yours as you tugged him closer. how did he even breathe with that on. you could feel his eyes on you. and you were sure he was thinking about it. whether to trust you. whether to do it.
"damn you really are....quite the thing"
you hadn't even realised he had pushed the mask up to his nose. just enough to kiss you.
"mmph-" his lips roughly pressed against yours. a slight tangy taste of blood. his tongue eager to explore your mouth. you kept your mouth opening, letting him lick into you.
"swallow."
he instructed after spitting into your mouth. you did as he said. a whimper leaving you as you kept your mouth open. he was smirking triumphantly.
but what you did next mustve have shocked him. you pulled the mask off completely. flinging it somewhere behind.
kissing him before he could react. legs wrapped tightly around his waist to prevent him from moving. you clenched down on him. slick coating his length.
"aah f-fuc mmhph" he groaned out, his gloved hand tangled in your hair to keep you away. for a split second, you opened your eyes.
you could see him.
the outline of his face.
the slope of his nose.
his cat-like eyes. lacking any emotion, only lust.
a few blood stains on his cheek.
his messy brownish red hair. he looked better than you had imagined.
like a god.
"you're really being real risky tonight, kitten" he panted out. you let out a content sound at the nickname.
"s-so pretty" you blabbered, holding his face. his eyes widening at the sudden compliment.
"..me?"
"yeah..gorgeous" you said more clearly. he let out a soft laugh.
sticking his tongue out and running it against your cheek. unconciously you giggled, trying to push him away.
it was ticklish.
"awww someone's ticklish" minho grumbled, you could see the smile threatening to show.
that was thrown out of the window as he thrusted in hard, kissing you like it was the last thing he'd do. his hand creeping around your neck. pressing down. to hold you in place.
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#this made me drool#minho as ghostface#i can imagine it#he's so fucking hot#ghostface lee minho#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#skz drabbles#lee know smut#lee minho smut#minho smut#bang chan smut#fluffylino works#KINDLY RAIL ME
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Borrowers Using Things as Other Things
So, I made that drawing where a borrower uses a leaf as an umbrella (here), and now here's a list of other items a borrower might 'misuse!'
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An acorn top = a hat
A hair elastic = a belt
A dish towel = an extra-large full-body towel XD
A handkerchief = a blanket
A sock = a sleeping bag
A beanie hat = a nest
A big ol' boot = another nest
A bunch of feathers = bedding for nest
A toothpick = a walking stick
A needle = a sword (fencing style??)
A thumbtack = a dagger
A fishing hook = a grapple
A piece of graphite = a pencil
A string = a rope (especially if twined into a thicker braid)
A string of floss = ... a waxy rope??
A toothbrush head = a brush (for pet mice?)
A nail file = a sanding board (for smoothing rough wood)
An old mouthwash lid = water storage container OR a laundry hamper
An empty lip balm tin = a (food) storage container
An ice cube tray = a multi-compartment storage bin
A bottlecap = a bowl/cup
A thimble = a flowerpot
A teacup = a bathtub
A shiny coin/button = a portrait/decoration
A watch = a wall clock
A ring = a crown
A bracelet = a decorative sash
A circlet earing = a necklace
A silver necklace = a long chain (for what?? idk?!? leash for mouse??)
A fork = a clothing hanger (on the prongs)
A match = a torch
A ruler = a height-measuring stick
A popsicle stick = a leg splint (kept tight with scotch tape)
An old Rubik's cube/children's block = a table
A pair of dice = a set of chairs
A paintbrush = a broom
Extra:
Whatever that little white plastic thing is called that comes on the center of a pizza sometimes and looks like a teeny table. Except now actually used as a table XD
#g/t#gt community#gt writing#borrower#giant tiny#giant/tiny#borrowers#story ideas#sfw g/t#g/t thoughts
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HEATHEN DISCO ep. 334 streaming now
HOUR 1
Th’ Faith Healers – Don’t Jones Me
Spacemen 3 – Billy Whizz/Blue 1
Shizuka – 6 Gram Star
Kicking Giant – She’s Real (version)
Trees Speak – Stone Tape
Mark Stewart + Maffia – As the Veneer of Democracy Starts to Fade
Charles Hayward – Lopside (A JD Twitch Optimo Espookio Version)
Ministry – Twitch II (version)
Cyberplasm – Autogenesis (HIDE Remix)
Old Saw – Weathervaning
Ultramarine – Pansy (Peel Session)
HOUR 2
McDonald and Giles – Tomorrow’s People (The Children of Today)
Roy Ayers – Sweet Tears
Patrice Rushen – Haven’t You Heard
Primal Scream – Higher Than the Sun (A Dub Symphony) Part 1
May Blitz – Virgin Waters
Todd Rundgren – Chain Letter
Tim Hecker – Living Spa Water
Mag-Amplitude – I Like to Rock and I Love to Roll
Fresh Blueberry Pancake – Clown on a Rope
Sudden Death – The Zoo
Los Kowalski – 323/Tama
London Brew – Nu Sha Ni Sha Nu Oss Ra
FACS – Class Spectre
HOUR 3
YoshimiOizumikiYoshiduO – yO Me
Xylouris White – Witnessed by Angels
Walter Bishop Jr. – Soul Turn Around
Anadol – Casio Havasi
Loose Ends – Slow Down (Slow Jam)
Opium Monks – The Secrets of Africa (instrumental)
April Magazine – Jungle City Beat
The Flowerpot Men – Jo’s So Mean to Josephine
Future Sound of London – You’re Creeping Me Out
Playgroup – No Speed Limit
Bar-Kays – Boogie Body Land
Mute Duo – Landmusik
The Dark – Last Day
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Despite decades of conservation efforts, whales continue to disappear. Some populations have rebounded from historical lows since whaling was curtailed internationally in the 20th century, but 17 species of whales and dolphins are classified as endangered or critically endangered, including the North Atlantic right whale, the vaquita porpoise and the Yangtze River dolphin, which may already be functionally extinct. The baby dolphin killed on the beach in Argentina in 2016 was a member of a vulnerable species called the Franciscana dolphin, found only along certain coasts and saltwater estuaries in South America. Whaling is still practiced in Norway, Iceland and Japan, and 300,000 whales and dolphins die every year as bycatch.
Along with the existential threat climate change poses to their migration, reproduction and feeding patterns, whales are threatened by pollution. Giggs describes the body of a sperm whale found in Spain with an entire greenhouse inside its stomach. The compressed greenhouse contained the tarps, ropes, flowerpots and burlap used to grow tomatoes within its walls before the whale swallowed it whole.
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What can we do with recycled plastic?
In India, a total of 571,900 tons of household plastic packaging were recycled in 2018, which is 9.6% more than in the previous year, an organization of the plastic sector to promote the recycling of this material. What is recycled plastic used for? ¿Why is it so important?
Main applications of recycled plastic
Recycled plastic is used in many industries to make new products. One of the main applications is plastic wood. Its main use is the creation of urban furniture (benches, elements for playgrounds, traffic signs, bollards, fences,), due to the advantages it presents over other materials. For example, it is much more resistant to the action of external agents (water, solar radiation, temperature,), than normal wood.
Another material made from recycled plastics is textile fiber. PET (the most used plastic in the world) is one of the materials that are most recycled to obtain these fibers, which are then transformed into clothing, bags and accessories, rugs, ropes, etc.
Agriculture, civil engineering and the automotive sector are also large consumers of recycled plastic. In the case of agriculture, different 'films' are obtained for crops, nets to provide shade in greenhouses, twine, flowerpots or seedbeds, among other products. In the civil engineering sector, recycled plastic is used mainly in insulation and waterproofing products, such as thermal and acoustic insulation sheets and panels, waterproofing sheets for roofs, roofs, floors, foundations or profiles for windows and enclosures. It is also very frequently used in sewage pipes and cable conduits.
For its part, the automotive industry has found many virtues in recycled plastic. Mainly its lightness and durability, in addition to improving the aerodynamics, efficiency and sound insulation of the car. Therefore, it is not surprising that it is increasingly present in these products. For example, Ford claims that each of its cars incorporates an average of 250 recycled bottles. Where? Recycled plastic is often used in bumpers, under-hood sound insulation sheets, interior door panels, and floor and trunk liners.
Recycled plastic, health benefits
Are there more things we can do with recycled plastic? Yes, we have already said that it has multiple applications. For example, bottles of water. They can be recycled to obtain more bottles, although this time they are no longer used to house products for human consumption. But yes as a container for cleaning products for example. And speaking of packaging, CD / DVD cases (the back which is usually dark in color), grocery and garbage bags, bottles, cans and street containers are increasingly being made with recycled plastic.
Therefore it is important to separate well. Recycling Plastic Waste carries a number of very significant environmental, health and economic benefits. Plastic is a material that takes a long time to degrade. That, together with an exponential increase in its use and consumption, has made it a serious problem for the environment. And it is a waste with great value. The possibilities offered by recycling plastic to convert it into new products means saving natural resources and also energy costs in the production of products.
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Flower Delivery Dubai | Flowers Bouquets Online Dubai
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Theo has taken up residence in a flowerpot suspended in a rope cradle, which is hung in a cozy beam of sunlight. He’s rocking back and forth in it, having a grand old time doing so.
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Suicide Squad 2 preferences (English/Español): What they would do if they playing minecraft <3/Que harian si jugaran Minecraft<3
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Harley Queen :
• She's very excited about playing minecraft
•Probably trying to make a House but at the end it would be a house made with a wood mix (Oak,Spruce, Dark Oak, Acacia and Jungle), its a little strange but she say that just have the Harley's Style.
•She probably get lost for trying to explore.
"Harley,be carfeul, take a map with you" —Says Flag
She think its ridiculous, how in the hell "¿Harley motherfucking Queen is gonna lost?"
Then she see around and think thats is 100% sure that his house wasn't in the desert...and definily not next to a Pillagers Outpost.
Wherever she think that his only option is to build another new house, and then...she go to the Pillagers Outpost and kill all of them.
"¡I FOUND A GOLDEN APPLE BITCH*S!...WAIT..¿WHAT CAN I DO WITH A GOLDEN APPLE?"
• She probably trying to have a wild animal as a pet.
"No,Harley you can't have a polar bear in your house, they are wild, you can’t tame it,besides why did you want a polar bear?" Says Bloodsport
"OH, SHUT UP, MILTON, LOOK AT HIM, HE'S SO CUTE" Say Harley trying to catch the bear with a rope that stole to the wandering trader
"That's not my name..."
•I Think that she would find amazing things on minecraft but she doesn't realize it
"Where did you find that flowerpot?
"Oh, i stole it from a big house that i found, they have a lot of them and..."
"¿¡DID YOU FIND A WOODLAND MANSION?!
Cleo Cazo:
•I think that cleo used to play minecraft, maybe the rats brought him a computer, she stole internet from a house and then discover minecraft and download it.
•So that's why she's a very pro minecraft player
•She's very smart, so probably install a rat mod, to have his friends on the game and also name it one as Sebastian <3
•She's just five minutes on the game and she already have a complete iron armor.
"¿Are you wearing an iron armor? Where did you get it? ¡We're hardly mining to find it!—Ask Bloodsport
"It was easy ¿You guys don't see the mine behind those trees?, also have it a skeleton spawner"
"¿A whAt?"—says Abner very scare
• She also have a lot of lucky, like she's on a Mineshaft and found 3 diamonds just in one chest or she's trading with the villagers and they give her an enchanted book for a fews emeralds.
• Probably make a team with Nanaue and live in a house together because they are friends <3
•And she have to help the rest of the team about how to play minecraft (specially Abner and Nanaue).
•Probably have a very cute house with cottagecore style.
BloodSport:
•At the begining he's very grumpy, like "Im not gonna play that stupid cube game"
"¡I promise you gonna love it!—says Cleo very sure.
•And it was right, because it just took a few minutes to feel it comfortable with the game.
•He's very sure about what he want and that is "No damn mob kill him, or someone steal his things" so he made a kind of base or something outside where he can put his things and all that stuff, but its Bloodsport so probably is a base with a lot of traps like disspenders with arrows or something.
•Also he have the best tools ,weapons and armor, that includes sword,shield, bow and arrows, crossbow,etc ¡All the best!, so at the begining they made it of iron, but then he made it with diamond and later with netherite.
•Talking about netherite he probably make a very good plan for go to the Nether, very careful with the piglins, ghast, skeletons, etc.
•He's constantly competing with PeaceMaker about who kill more mobs and how.
"I kill 38 zombies and 10 skeleton at the moment, ¿what did you got?"
"38 zombies, 10 skeleton and...a chicken"—say Chris very proud.
"That's isn't even a hostile mob..."
"¡But i killed it with style, so i won!"
Robert just make a palmface.
•He finally love play minecraft and then he show it the game to Tyla like a very proud tecnologic father.
"...Wherever now i play cubecraft i think that teenagers play it..¿isn't?"
"¡¿DiD YoU plAy WhAt?!—Tyla just laugh very loud that she almost fainted.
KingShark (Nanahue Boy <3):
•I mean, he's just a cutie.
•He loves minecraft from the begining, he's so enchanted with the colors, the animals and the biomes.
•I think that he probably make a dirt house, very...particular, just on the sand next to the ocean, but then Cleo suggest him that they can live together on a very more comfortable house, he says yes but only with the condition of build the house next to the ocean.
•He probably start killing zombies and eat it, also, maybe, just maybe he could eat a few cows..
•But he never could eat sea food, beacuse he think that they are his friends, so he's very happy swimming with the fishes and axolotls.
•He pick a lot of beautiful flowers and give it to the squad as a gift.
"Flower"
"Yes Nanaue, that's a flower, thank you so much"—says Cleo giving him a hug.
•He's probably just walking and exploring and then he find "something".
"Diamond"
"Yeah Nanaue, that's a Diamo...¡YOU FIND A DIAMOND! IM SO PROUD OF YOU.
The rest of the squad doesn't know how he found it but, anyway.
•He probably trying to kill a villager to eat it
"¿Nom Nom?"
"No, Nanahue, Villagers are friends, we don't kill or eat friends! ¡You can kill pillagers but not villagers!—Explain Cleo to him.
•After that if he find a Pillager Outpost, they would be probably dead in a few minutes. Also Nanahue is very disapointed because he can't eat them.
•He thought that slimes are friend, but when he find that they are hostiles, he just kill it.
PolkaDot Man (Baby boy <3):
•He's scare about play minecraft because think its gonna suck on the game or something. But with the Help of Cleo the things are staring to shine for our boy.
•He's very happy because on minecraft he doesn't have his superpower, and can be a little bit free.
•He build a basic house, not made it with dirt like Nanahue but its still being very simple, just wood and maybe he put a fews flowers to decorate it.
•He also have a dog, he's very proud of him and name it "PolkyDog" <3
•He's afraid of the mods but when he's started to fight with them, he's not afraid anymore.
•Just until the new update and meet the new mob "Warden".
•He also trying to not go to a village because he saw every villager like his mom.
•He's very kind with the animals and prefer no eat them, and for example, use scissors to cut the sheep wood. He just eat fruit,breath and that's stuff.
•He made a little celebration dance when he find his first diamonds.
•Finally he feels like a pro player.
•But then, he try to make a waterdrop.
"Look Abner, you just need to jump, and before you hit the ground, you put the water"—says Cleo doing a waterdrop very easily
"IM A MINECRAFT PRO PLAYER"
He jump it but falls in next to the water inside on it, he lost all his things and need to find it.
•But i think that with the time, he would be an excelent minecraft player like Cleo
Rick Flag:
•He think that maybe play minecraft would be funny, he just need to learn.
•He's gonna have all the basic thing in a few minutes (maybe 30), in a hour at the most.
•He made a very cool house, with two floors and maybe a secret basement, its a very rustic house with a combination of Acacia wood and stone.
•He have adventure spirit, so he is walking seeing all that is around his house. If he find a desert temple he would feel very proud, and find the chest with no problems.
•He also must rescue Harley because she have just one and half heart of live and she get stuck in a mine with a lot of mobs.
•Also have a dog, maybe he name it "Dog".
•He's ready to go to the Nether and he made ir very well, he trade with the pigglins, kill the ghast, and got a wither skeleton head.
•He become into a profesional playing minecraft and Cleo its very proud about it
•He also be like: ¿¡CAN EVERYBODY GO TO THE BED SO ITS DAYTIME SOON?! ¡HARLEY GET OFF OF THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE!
•If somebody needs diamonds, iron or something he give it (except for peacemaker, he can found his own things).
Peacemaker (The love of my life,so sorry) :
•He very confident about playing minecraft, he kill a lot or people for make peace, why he has to be afraid of a game?
•He learn very fast, like Rick he have everything in a minutes but, he build a very big house, like a mini mansion with an elegant style, and its made of Oak Dark and spruce wood. He doesn't put decoration but he put a lot od security on it.
•Of course he's competing with Robert, so he's trying to kill every thing who is moving, maybe for that he accidentally hit Abner or Rick with an arrow, and maybe not too accidentally hit Robert.
•He kills animals, and mobs without fear, he need to survive and he is gonna made everything to do it.
•He also feels very proud if he find something cool like diamonds, a golden apple, an enchanted book,etc
• "¿¡Why did you kill your villagers!?—ask Cleo very angry
"If we kill the villagers and destroy the village there's not gonna be problems if we kill a pillager captain, we have peace"
"¡That even doesn't make sense!"
•He hate a lot the little zombies and little drowneds
"¿¡What the hell is that thing?!"
And he proceeds to hit it.
•"I Kill that glow thing, i won!
"That's glow squid.."—say Cleo behind him
And the only thing that you can hear is Robert laughing very loud.
"i WoN"—repeats Robert laughing.
• "Don't touch my things if you dont ask first *look at Robert* you dont need to ask, im not gonna help you.
.෴.෴.෴.෴.෴.෴.෴.෴.෴..෴.෴.෴.෴.෴
Español (sin gifs esta vez debido a la cantidad de imagenes que tumblr deja poner :(, lo siento)
Harley Queen:
•Muy emocionada por jugar minecraft
•Intentaria hacer una casa pero al final terminaria siendo una casa hecha de un mix de maderas (Roble,Abeto,Roble oscuro, Acazia y de la Jungla). Se ve algo raro pero ella dice el toque "Harley".
•Se terminaria perdiendo por intentar explorar
"Harley ten cuidado, lleva un mapa contigo"—le diria Flag.
Ella piensa que es ridiculo, ¿como demonios podria Harley motherf*cking Queen perderse?
Luego ella miraria a su alrededor y cree estar 100% segura de que su casa no estaba al lado en el desierto, y menos al lado de un puesto de Pillagers.
De todaa formas ella cree que su unica opcion seria construir una nueva casa, y entonces... va al puesto de Pillagers y los mata a todos.
"¡TENGO UNA MANZANA DORADA P*RRAS!...ESPERA ¿¡QUE SE SUPONE QUE HAGA CON UNA MANZANA DORADA?!"
• Probablemente trataria de tener a un animal salvaje como mascota
“No Harley, no puedes tener a un oso polar en tu casa, son salvajes, no puedes domesticarlos..de todas formas ¿por que quieres un oso polar?”—le diria Bloodsport
“¡Oh, cállate Milton! ¡Solo miralo, es adorable!”—responderia Harley mientras intenta atrapar al oso polar con una cuerda que le robo al vendedor ambulante.
“Ese ni siquiera es mi nombre...”
•Siento que Harley acostumbraria a encontrar cosas geniales en minecraft pero no se da cuenta de ello.
“¿Donde encontraste esa maceta?”
“Oh, la robe de una gran casa que encontré..tenían un montón y..
“¡¿Encontraste una mansión del bosque?!
Cleo Cazo:
• Creo que Cleo solía jugar a Minecraft, tal vez las ratas le trajeron una computadora, ella robó internet de una casa y luego descubrió Minecraft y lo descargó.
• Por eso es una jugadora de Minecraft muy profesional.
• Ella es muy inteligente, así que probablemente instale un mod que añada ratas al juego, para tener a sus amigos en el y también nombrar a una como Sebastian <3
• Lleva solo cinco minutos en el juego y ya tiene una armadura de hierro completa."
¿Llevas una armadura de hierro? ¿Dónde la conseguiste? ¡Aun estamos minando para encontrar hierro! —Pregunto Bloodsport
"Fue fácil ¿No vieron la mina detrás de esos árboles ?, también tiene un spawn de esqueletos"
"¿Un qué?"—dice Abner muy asustado
• Ella también tiene mucha suerte, por ejemplo esta en una Mineshaft y encontró 3 diamantes solo en un cofre o si esta intercambiando con los aldeanos y le dieron un libro encantado por muy pocas esmeraldas.
• Probablemente forme equipo con Nanaue y vivan juntos en una casa porque son amigos <3
• Y ella tiene que ayudar al resto del equipo sobre cómo jugar Minecraft (especialmente Abner y Nanahue).
• Probablemente tenga una casa muy linda con estilo cottagecore.
Bloodsport:
•Al principio está molesto
"No voy a jugar ese estupido juego de cubos"
—¡Te prometo que vas a amarlo!—le asegura Cleo
•Y tenia razón, por que tan solo le toma unos minutos sentirse comodo con el juego y acostumbrarse a el.
•Esta bastante seguro acerca de lo que quiere y es que "Ningun maldito mob lo asesine o alguien robe sus cosas" asi que construye una especie de base al aire libre donde pueda poner sus cosas, pero hablamos de Bloodsport asi que probablemente es una base con un monton de trampas como dispensadores con flechas para que alguien (Peacemaker) no robe sus cosas.
•Ademas tendria las mejores armas, herramientas y armadura, eso incluye espada,escudo, arco y flechas, ballesta etc ¡Solo lo mejor!, asi que al principio las haria de hierro, pero luego pasaria al diamanete y finalmente a la netherita.
•Hablando de Netherita, probablemente haria un muy buen plan para ir al Nether, siendo muy cuidadoso con los Piglins, ghast, esqueletos,etc
•Esta compitiendo constantemente con Peacemaker sobre quien mata mas mobs y como
"He matado 38 zombies y 10 esqueletos hasta el momento, ¿que hay sobre ti?"
"38 zombies, 10 esqueletos y...un pollo—le responde Chris super orgulloso de si mismo.
"Ni siquiera es un mob hostil..."
"Pero lo mate con estilo, ¡yo gano!"
Robert solo se golpea la cara con la palma de su mano.
•Finalmente terminaria amando jugar minecraft y le enseñaria el juego a Tyla como un padre tecnologico muy orgulloso.
"Como sea,ahora juego cubecraft..creo que los adolecentes de tu edad lo juegan, ¿no es asi?"
"QuE juEgAs quE?—Tyla empezaria a reirse tan fuerte que casi se desmayaria.
KingShark:
•Admitamoslo, el es una ternura <3
•Ama minecraft desde el inicio pues está encantado con los colores, los animales y los biomas
•Creo que probablemente haria una casa de tierra, bastante...peculiar, justo en la arena al lado del mar, pero entonces Cleo le sugiere que vivan juntos en una casa y él dice que si pero solo con la condicion de que la nueva casa esté en la arena y al lado del mar.
•Probablemente empezaria a matar zombies y a comerselos y tal ves,solo tal ves se comeria unas cuantas vacas.
•Pero nunca comeria comida del mar, por que piensa que los animales acuaticos son sus amigos, asi que el es muy feliz nadando con los peces y ajolotes.
•El recoge un monton de flores y se las regala al resto del equipo como regalo
"Flor"
"Asi es Nanaue, esa es una flor, ¡muchas gracias!—le diria Cleo dandole un abrazo
•El probablemente solo estaria caminando y entonces encontraria "algo"
"Diamante"
"Si Nanaue, ese es un diaman...¡ENCONTRASTE UN DIAMANTE! ¡ESTOY MUY ORGULLOSA DE TI!
El resto del equipo no tiene idea de como lo encontró pero les da igual.
•Probablemente trataria de matar a un aldeano para comerselo
"¿Nom nom?"
"¡No nanaue, los aldeanos son nuestros amigos, no matamos ni nos comemos a los amigos! ¡Puedes matar pillagers pero no aldeanos!
•Despues de eso, si encuentra un puesto de Pillagers estaran muertos en un par de minutos aunque esta bastante desepcionado por que al final no puede comerselos
•El piensa que los Slime son amigos, pero cuando se da cuenta de que son hostiles, los mata.
Polkadot Man (baby boy<3):
•Esta un poco asustado acerca de jugar minecraft por que cree que le irá muy mal en el juego pero con la ayuda de Cleo las cosas comienzan a brillar para nuestro chico<3
•Esta muy feliz por que en minecraft no tiene sus poderes y puede ser un poco mas libre.
•Contruye una casa basica, no de tierra como Nanaue pero sigue siendo bastante simple, solo madera y tal ves algunas flores para decorarla.
•Tambien tiene un perro y está muy orgulloso de el, lo nombro "Polkydog".
•Esta asustado de los mobs pero una vez que empieza a pelear con ellos ya no les tiene miedo
•Eso solo hasta que salga la nueva actualizacion y conozca al nuevo mob "Warden"
•Tambien intenta no ir a las aldeas por que ve a todos los aldeanos como su mamá.
•Es muy amable con los animales y prefiere no comerlos, ademas usa tijeras para cortar la lana de las ovejitas. Solo come frutas, pan y ese tipo de cosas.
•Hace un pequeño baile de celebracion cuando encuentra su primer diamante.
•Finalmente se siente como un jugador de minecraft experto
•Pero entonces, trata de hacer un waterdrop
"Mira Abner, solo debes lanzarte y poner el agua justo antes de llegar al suelo"—le diria Cleo haciendo un waterdrop perfecto facilmente.
"¡SOY UN JUGADOR DE MINECRAFT PROFECIONAL!"
Salta pero cae al lado del agua en lugar de en ella, pierde todas sus cosas y se ve obligado a ir a buscarlas.
•Pero creo que con el tiempo se volveria tan buen jugador como Cleo.
Rick Flag:
•El piensa que jugar minecraft podria ser divertido, solo necesita aprender.
•Hace una casa genial, con dos pisos y un sotano secreto, es una casa de estilo rustico con madera de acazia y piedra.
•Tiene espiritu aventurero asi que camina viendo todo lo que haya alrededor de su casa. Si encontrara un templo del desierto el estaria muy orgulloso y encontraria los cofres sin problemas.
•Tambien debera rescatar a Harley por que ella solo tiene un corazon y medio de vida y se quedo atrapada en una mina con muchos mobs
•Tambien tendria un perro y lo llamaria "Perro"
•El esta listo para ir al Nether y lo haria muy bien, comerciaria con los piglins, mataria ghast y conseguiria una cabeza de esqueleto wither.
•El se vuelce un jugador profesional de minecraft y Cleo esta muy orgullosa de ello.
•El tambien diria algo como: ¿¡"PUEDE TODO EL MUNDO IRSE A DORMIR PARA QUE SEA DE DIA?! ¡HARLEY BAJA DEL TECHO DE MI CASA!"
•Si alguien necesitara diamantes o algo asi se los daria (excepto a Peacemaker, el puede encontrar sus propias cosas)
Peacemaker (The love of my life, sorry:p):
•Confia bastante en si mismo para jugar minecraft, ha matado miles de personas ¿por que le tendria miedo a un juego?
•Aprende muy rapido, igual que Rick obtiene todo en unos minutos pero el haria una casa mucho mas grande, como una mini mansion con estilo elegante y esta hecha de madera de Roble oscuro y Abedul. No le pone mucha decoracion pero si un monton de seguridad.
•Por supuesto esta compitiendo con Robert asi que esta intentando matar todo lo que se mueva, incluso tal ves por accidente podria golpear a Abner o Rick con una flecha y no tan accidentalmente a Robert.
•El mata animales y mobs sin miedo, el necesita sobrevivir y hara todo para hacerlo.
•Se siente muy orgulloso si encuentra algo genial como diamantes, una manzana dorada o un libro encantado,etc
•¿¡Por que mataste a tus aldeanos?!—le pregunta Cleo molesta.
"Si matamos a los aldeanos y destruimos las aldeas, no habrá problemas si matamos a un capitan pillager, tendremos paz"
"¡Eso ni siquiera tiene sentido!"
•He hates a lot the little zombies and litte drowneds
"¿¡Que demonios es eso?!
Y procede a golpearlo.
•"Maté a esa cosa brillante, ¡yo gano!"
"Ese es un calamar brillante"—dice Cleo detras de el
Y lo unico que puedes escuchar es a Robert riendo muy fuerte
"¡Yo gAno!"—repitiria Robert riendo
•"No toquen mis cosas sin preguntar primero...*mira a Robert* tu no tienes que preguntar, no pienso ayudarte.
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Chronicles of Love and War (Chapter 6)
“The video was recorded right here,” Spy pointed out the spot on the wall. “And you’re insisting you’re not responsible for it?”
“I swear!” Bill-Bel insisted, desperately tugging on the rope that had been put around his wrists. “Let me go, now!”
Nita, also tied up, sobbed in the corner. “We don’t know anything! The staff are going to call the police if you keep this up, let us go!”
“Door is barricaded.” Heavy pointed out, gesturing to the wall of chairs they had pushed up against the door to the office. “Will take police a while to get in. We have time.”
The baby’s cries had simmered into a whimper, and Zhanna hovered over him as he lay on the couch.
“Poor baby,” she crooned. “You do not deserve this…I am so sorry.”
Nita, unable to leave the spot where she was tied down, twitched with fear. “Please, please, don’t hurt him,” she begged, frightened as she stared Zhanna down.
Zhanna glanced up. “No – he is fine, we do not want to hurt any baby. Promise.” She gestured to her abdomen. “See? We will have our own baby in a few months,”
Nita’s shoulders seemed to relax a little when she realized Zhanna was pregnant. “Oh…okay…”
The baby on the couch made a squawking noise, and Zhanna giggled a little. “He is loud! His name? What is it?”
“Don’t answer her,” Bill-Bel snapped at Nita, but she didn’t listen to him.
“His name is Pierce,” Nita explained quietly.
“Ew, why would you name a baby that?” Scout made a face. “Pierce?”
Heavy stepped over to look at the baby. "Teeny-tiny arms...” he went quiet for a moment before realizing, "Wait – Sniper," and turning to face Sniper, who stood just a few feet away. “This is your brother, yes? Must be…”
Sniper didn’t even glance at the infant. “Yeah. I guess so.” He turned back to Bill-Bel, glaring at him. “But we’re not here for that. You’re lying, I know you are.”
“I’m not!” Bill-Bel shrieked at him, his voice cracking. “I don’t even own a camera!”
“Oh, really?” Demoman held up a camera that had been hidden behind a cabinet. “What’s this, then? A bloody toaster?”
Bill-Bel paused, going silent, before he slipped right back into defensive mode. “I don’t know where that came from!”
“Well…we can figure out if he’s lying,” Medic held up the case of truth serum. “One injection of this, and he tells us everything we need to know!"
"Do it." Sniper stepped away, still glaring at Bill-Bel. "Put it right in his vein.”
Nita cried out again, but Medic ignored her. “Oh, I won’t be the one injecting it,” he opened the case, taking out the syringe full of the serum. “I will let the one who made it inject it.”
He passed the syringe to Lar-Nah, and with a dark urgency, she stepped right up to Bill-Bel’s chair and seized him by the jaw.
"I should have made this years ago and put it in your tea the day I married your worthless hide," Lar-Nah said as she slid the needle into his neck vein. “I could have known your real intentions then and spared everyone lots of trouble.”
Bill-Bel writhed his hands in the ropes, directing his neck away from the needle. “No, no, no – Lar-Nah, please, please, please, don’t—”
Before Lar-Nah could squeeze the syringe, she suddenly noticed something peculiar on the nape of Bill-Bel’s neck. It was a very small scar, carved into the shape of a diamond, but it did not appear to be a natural wound. She paused, her brow furrowing. “What is that?”
In the corner, Nita had wiggled her hands enough that she managed to find a loose spot in the rope. She slid one hand out of the rope at that precise moment, took a flowerpot from a neighboring bookcase, and flung it at Lar-Nah before anyone could interfere.
The flowerpot lobbed Lar-Nah in the shoulder, and she yelled, dropping the needle. “Oh – god damn it! Tie her back down!”
Engineer attempted to subdue Nita by grabbing her arm, but she reached over and pulled his handgun from its holster.
“Don’t move!” She screamed, pointing the rifle's nozzle at Engineer's face, despite the fact that her trembling hands and posture indicated she had never held a gun before.
Engineer put his hands up, trying to speak gently. “Hey, hey – look, ma’am, you’re gonna want to put that down, that’s not the kinda gun you wanna be messing with…”
The baby started shrieking again, and Nita lowered the gun slightly. “C-can you just…can you hand me Pierce, please? Please, he needs me!”
Right away, Engineer stepped over to carefully pick the infant up, passing him over to Nita. Nita accepted the baby into her arms, gingerly balancing him in one arm while holding the gun in her free hand.
Engineer winced at the sight, reaching for the gun again. “All right, you got the baby, now pass me that gun!”
“Not until you let Bill go!” Nita’s voice shook as she gestured to Bill-Bel.
“Bill!? Is that what he’s calling himself?” Lar-Nah got a hold of the syringe again, brushing the soil from her shoulder. “That’s not his name, he’s been lying to you because that’s what he always does!”
Bill-Bel suddenly fired back, “Oh, what!? What, like you’re any better!? I'm shocked you're still alive after all this time; I figured your liver would have given up on you by now!”
“Hey!” Demo snapped, offended. “That happened to me but I’m not dead, you bastard!”
“Shut up!” Bill-Bel yelled back at him. “Was I talking to you!?”
Soldier grabbed Bill-Bel's head and twisted him around in his chair, slamming his face on the desk behind him. He did it several times in a row, shouting, “No one tells Tavish to shut up, you slimy hippie!”
“Slimy hippie!” Zhanna echoed Soldier, just as infuriated as him.
Nita screamed, poising the gun directly at Soldier’s head. “STOP!”
The moment Demo saw Nita’s finger on the trigger, he lunged at her, grabbing her by the wrist. “No- No!”
The gun went off, but instead of hitting Soldier, it hit the lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling. The fixture fell to the ground, a shard of shattered glass flying up and smacking Pyro in the eye of their suit. Pyro grabbed their axe, repeatedly smashing the shattered light, scattering glass all over the room.
“Stop!” Spy exclaimed, rushing over to Pyro and trying to stop them from continuing to hack at the broken glass.
Demo kept a vice-like grip on Nita’s wrist, and he carefully coaxed the gun out of her hand. “Let go,” he instructed, voice low.
Nita began sobbing loudly as she handed over the firearm, still clutching Pierce. Demo passed the weapon to Engineer, who pocketed it.
"Solly, you can stop," Engie shouted at Soldier, who was still violently beating Bill-Bel's face on the desk.
Soldier stopped, letting go but still glaring at the man. “Stupid commie…you smell.”
“Shit, is he dead?” Scout got a better look at Bill-Bel’s face. “His nose is fucked up,”
When Bill-Bel coughed, Lar-Nah nudged Scout out of the way. “He’s alive, he’s just pathetic. Let me do this,” she held up the syringe again, preparing it.
This time, though, a loud smacking sound could suddenly be heard against the door. Spy stopped restraining Pyro and looked towards the door, squinting. “What the…”
“They have a battering ram!” Medic realized with alarm. “That must be the police – they’re going to break through!”
“Merde!” Spy exclaimed. “We need to get out of here!”
“What!? Hell no!” Scout argued back. “We’re gonna just run off like a bunch of pansies!?”
“Kid, we just got back in business and the last thing we need is getting the police involved again!” Engineer argued at him, running to the window and popping the screen out. “C’mon, lets get out of here, quick!”
Sniper grabbed Lar-Nah by her arm, directing her towards the window. “Come on, let’s go,”
“No!” Lar-Nah snapped at him. “I’m not leaving until I finish this!”
“We’ll come back and finish this later!” he tugged her towards the window again. “We can’t sit here and wait for the serum to kick in when we have a bloody police force trying to break the door down!”
Lar-Nah looked at the syringe, and then at Bill-Bel. She pocketed it, hissing at him, “This isn’t over.”
Sniper let her climb out first, along with the others who were using the fire escape to flee the building. Before he left, he took one last look at Nita, Bill-Bel, and baby Pierce – they didn’t feel like family in the slightest. They were just people.
When the cops eventually got the battering ram past the wall of chairs, they discovered their freshly elected mayor, Bill Waters, bound in an office chair with a bloodied nose and bruised face. His wife, Nita Waters, knelt on the floor sobbing, her loudly wailing baby tucked against her chest.
It was barely before noon when the mercenaries finally made it back to the base.
Sniper threw open the front door, storming inside. Spy noticed him, and he followed close behind.
“Mick,” Spy started, clearing his throat. “Could we have a chat? About what just—”
“Go away.” was all Sniper said, his voice low and rough in a way Spy had never heard before.
Spy came to a halt, unable to do anything but watch as Sniper ascended the stairs and vanished somewhere in the base's upper level. Spy let out a long sigh, tapping his foot a bit.
Demo noticed him, and he took him aside. “Give the lad a break, aye?” he asked, voice soft.
Spy grunted. “All right, very well…I suppose that’s fair,” he cleared his throat. “Do you know where Lar-Nah went at all? I just want to ask a few questions,”
“I think she went to the lab,” Demo replied. “But best you leave her alone, too…she’s real angry.”
Engineer, who had been listening, chimed in, “Yeah, Spy. Let’s just…cool it for a second, okay? Maybe you can call Miss Pauling and tell her about all this,”
"Oh, all right. That's a good idea, actually," Spy agreed with a sigh, heading into the kitchen to use the phone in there.
Meanwhile, at the main office, Helen checked her watch for what felt like the millionth time. If the odd phone call wasn’t enough, now she was absolutely certain something was going on with Saxton Hale. He was almost never this late to meetings.
When the door finally opened, Helen stood up to get a better look at Hale: his stance was looser than normal, his eyes were glazed, and his hair was unkempt. He didn’t say anything when he first walked in, but when he saw Helen, he nodded at her.
“Helen,” he began, his voice sounding bizarrely weak. “Hello…g’day, sorry I was late.”
Helen cut right to the chase. “What is going on with you? Tell me, right now.”
“Nothing is wrong!” Hale insisted, sitting at his desk. “It’s just…it’s been a long week. You know how it is – all the strange things that have been happening around here recently, it's pretty..." Squinting, he trailed off. After a moment, he admitted, “Lost my train of thought, there.”
“Oh, no. No.” Helen walked over to the desk, standing directly in front of Hale and looming over him. She leaned in closer to make eye contact with him, seeing his bloodshot eyes. "I've worked with you for too long - you can't lie to me, Hale," she said. “Something is wrong with you, and you need to tell me. Now.”
Hale tried to protest again, but the look in Helen’s eyes was too much. He looked away, fumbling, going silent once more. After a few seconds, he cracked.
“Okay…” he put his face in his hands, sucking in a long, shaky breath. “I’m…I haven’t slept in almost two weeks,”
“What?” Helen raised an eyebrow. “Why? Does it have to do with those threats?”
“No! I mean…I-I don’t know,” Hale raised his head to look at her, a pathetic look in his eyes. “Helen…it pains me to admit this, but – I have been having…the worst nightmares lately.”
There was a long pause. “Nightmares?” Helen prompted, pulling up a chair to sit and listen to him.
“Yes,” Hale nodded. “Yes, nightmares…they keep me up at night, every time I close my eyes to fall asleep, I see…horrible things behind my eyes.”
“What kind of horrible things?”
Hale took another deep breath, and in that moment, he seemed very small and pathetic to Helen. “Animals, creatures ripping each other to shreds, devastating towns... I'm not sure how to explain it. They’re things that would never scare me! But…they do, somehow…” he shuddered. “I don’t even want to sleep, now, because I know if I do, I will just see all the things I never want to see!”
Helen sat there for a moment, taking this in. After a few seconds, she sucked in a deep breath.
“And this has been going on for…two weeks?” she questioned, studying Hale’s reactions.
“Yes,” he admitted, sighing. “Please, please don’t tell anyone…”
Helen pursed her lips together. “Hale, have you mentioned this to a doctor?”
Hale looked up, frowning. “No. Why?”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Helen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Saxton, you need to see a doctor about this! What on earth is going to happen if you stop sleeping!? Our organization has received threats; what if they are credible, and you are unable to handle the situation because you haven't slept!? This is not good at all!”
“What would a doctor do!?” Saxton huffed. “Give me…pills? Or something?’
“I…” Helen shook herself, taking another deep breath. “This is ridiculous! Hm…” she thought for a moment, trying to come up with a solution. “Actually – there is someone not too far from where we are who can help you,”
Hale perked up at that. “Really? Who?”
Helen rummaged through her wallet, pulling out a sticky note with some contact information. “Her name is Raven Backwoods – she’s a sleep therapist. She can help you so you can stop having these…nightmares.”
“A sleep therapist!?” Saxton exclaimed, indignant. “Raven Backwoods!? She sounds like a hippie! Is this a hippie!? I swear, Helen, if you are sending me to some sort of hippie hypnosis resort—”
“Saxton!” Helen cut him off, silencing him. “She’s one of the best sleep therapists around this area – one of the more competent ones, anyway. Honestly, from what it sounds like, you desperately need her services,”
Hale reluctantly accepted the sticky note with the phone number on it, casting a concerned look up at Helen. “Is she going to try and do acupuncture on me? You know I hate that…”
“That’s not what she does,” Helen assured him. She pushed Saxton’s phone towards him. “Here, give her a call and schedule an appointment. Tell her I directed you to her.”
As Saxton began to dial the number, Helen glanced out the window, feeling a great sense of unease. She thought over Hale’s descriptions of his nightmares…what did they mean? They could be nothing, but whatever the case, Helen couldn't shake the feeling that something nefarious was afoot.
Soon, this same feeling would settle within Demoman as well. Initially, he was recouping from the stressful mission by visiting his mother in her cottage and dismantling the failed pipe bomb Hale had given him earlier.
“Finish that up, Tavish,” Tilly requested, cranking up the TV’s volume. “Urgh, bloody TV is too quiet…”
“Mm-hm,” was Demo’s only response, his tools working diligently on the pipe bomb to try and figure out what it was made with. “Ach, this is bomb is practically medieval! And not in the fun way! Who in the hell made this?”
Tilly reached for the tea pot, pouring another cup of tea. “Some unskilled bastard…”
“I…” Demo began to speak, but he trailed off, a sense of unease spreading through him as he finally popped the bomb's interior open. There was no explosion, thank goodness, but there was…something else.
“Mum?” Demo finally spoke, getting Tilly’s attention. “Anyone ever put turmeric in bombs?”
Tilly got very quiet, before she leaned over, despite not being able to see what he was looking at. “Tumeric?”
“Aye,” Demo poked a little of it with his screwdriver. “At least…I think that’s what it is? Looks like turmeric,” he leaned down and gave it a little sniff, crinkling his nose up in disgust. “Ugh! Doesn’t smell like turmeric, though,”
“Let me smell!” Tilly sniffed as well, and she made a little coughing sound at the back of her throat. “Oh, bloody disgusting!”
“What? What is it?” Demo questioned her, his unease now at full throttle.
“It’s…” Tilly sat back, pursing her lips together. “I don’t know, my boy, but I have a bad feeling about this. It’s not a natural thing, that’s for certain!” she cleared her throat, sipping at her tea again. “Did you say you knew a wizard?”
“Oh – aye, he was at our barbecue last night a bit, remember?”
Tilly grunted. “Take that to him…the powder, the lil’ contraption, everything. I don’t know what that bloody thing is, but that is not a bomb!”
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Tangled Up - Chapter One
for I am a tardigrade, and I'll stay at home
Benrey's spent 26 years living in a tower - 27, tomorrow. When a thief breaks into his tower, he finds his chance to escape and takes it.
Alternatively: Tangled, but the AI is self aware.
(featuring art by @kenas-artstuff )
Notes: check ao3 for warnings and tags! “kane radio” is just gordon using a fake name. fic title from “tangled up” by caro emerald, chapter title from “tardigrade song” by cosmo sheldrake.
Happy valentines day!!! hope you enjoy <3
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This is not the first time Kane’s come to tied up. It’s not even the first time this week. However, it is the first time he’s come to tied up with ropes made of human hair, and the first time he’s come to with a fucking raccoon shoving its nose in his ear.
So maybe he screams a little. Anyone would! It’s a reasonable reaction.
The hair around his wrists is a shiny blue-black, tough when he pulls at it. Is all hair like that? Is it one of those things that’s fragile individually but super tough all together? Seems like it, because it’s not even budging.
He’s so caught up that he doesn’t notice the person in the shadows until they’re holding out a crowbar, tilting up his chin.
“Yo,” they say, quiet and monotone. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Kane screams again.
They’re weird looking. Pale, really pale, to the point that Kane wonders if something is wrong with them, and with a dark shadow around their eyes like a bruise that makes him sure. They’ve got on a long dress, all dark blues and lace and fancy embroidery, the kind of thing you’d either have to be rich to buy or have a lot of spare time to make. Their eyes are a bright, bright yellow, almost glowing, sclera a pale blue, and their hair is the same blue-black as the hair around Kane’s wrists - oh, it’s the same hair, isn’t it? Fuck, it’s long.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” the guy says again. “You got, uh. ID? Passport?”
“Passport?” This is - this is insane. This cannot be happening. “What the fuck,” he mumbles, repeating it to himself a few times, “what the fuck, who - who are you?”
The man tilts his head up with his crowbar. "No, no. I asked you first. You're in my house, I ask the questions." His eyes narrow, almost translucent in the light. "What're you doing here? How'd you find me? You gonna steal shit?" His hand goes to his hair, tugging on the blue-black strands. "Gonna steal my hair?"
"Steal your - why would I steal your hair?" The crowbar is cold against his throat, pressing harder every time he speaks. "And aside from that, I'm not here to steal anything. I thought this place was empty so I could use it for - as a shelter! Happy now?" His tone stays steady, confident even, but his hands clutch at the armrests desperately.
“You - huh?” The crowbar pulls back, just enough that Kane’s head can drop, and he sucks in a deep breath while he still can. The crowbar moves away entirely for a moment, as the stranger steps aside to have a whispered conversation with his pet raccoon.
Yeah, this day is weird enough for that to seem normal. Between stealing the prince’s royal helmet, ditching his partner, getting chased by a guard dog, and now this - it’s certainly been a day.
While the guy’s busy, Kane glances around, taking in the sights of the tower. It’s small. Homey. There’s a bed, a kitchen, a couch, bookshelves full of video games and a handful of books. The walls are covered, floor to ceiling, in paintings. When he looks up he realizes it’s not just the walls, the ceiling is painted too. Even the furniture has tiny doodles and carvings in it.
The crowbar slides against his throat again, cutting off his train of thought. "Is it just you?” the stranger asks. “No, uh. Backup? Not gonna...." he trails off, looking at his raccoon again, then back to Kane. "Who are you?"
He gives the man the best smile he can manage, under the circumstances, and says, “I’m Kane. Kane Radio.”
“Kane,” the man repeats. There’s a long pause where the two of them just stare at each other, before he finally adds, “Benrey.” Suddenly he tugs on his hair, pulling Kane closer to him and pushing the crowbar aside. “I wanna make a deal with you.”
“Uhh, yeah, could you get me out of your...hair, first? If that is your hair.” He doesn’t have time to make deals, and he doesn’t like the way Benrey repeated his name. Could he….? No, there’s no way. Kane’s been careful to erase any trace of Gordon Freeman. Of all people to blow his secret it’s not gonna be some random hermit living in a tower. He swallows, appreciating the lack of metal at his throat. “To be honest, I’d rather -”
Aaaand there goes the crowbar again. Shouldn’t have gotten confident. "You're lucky I'm gonna let you leave," Benrey says, voice low. Suddenly he doesn't seem like just a weird guy in a tower. Suddenly he seems like a threat. A choked yelp claws out of Kane’s throat as Benrey tugs on his hair again, pulling Kane close enough that he can see his unnaturally sharp teeth. "Wanna try that again?"
He barely processes the words, focused on the man - man?? - in front of him, the sharp teeth and glowing eyes and the crowbar pressing his throat shut, or maybe that’s just anxiety. It occurs to him that maybe this guy isn’t human.
His smile is nowhere near its usual confidence, but he tries to grin anyway. “S-so, uh, what...what was that deal? Benrey?”
Benrey’s face splits into a grin, and suddenly he’s just...a guy again. A weird guy! A weird, unsettling guy, with eyes that are too bright and teeth that are too sharp and hair that is way too long, but a guy. The crowbar is lowered and Benrey steps back, clambering up his fireplace and pulling back a red curtain. Behind it is...a painting? Still semi-fresh, from the looks of it, in the same style that all the other paintings are. This one depicts the floating lanterns they do for the prince's birthday. There’s all sorts of colors, blue and silver and pink and green, and below the sky is a hill with a small figure on it with long black hair.
"You know what these are?" he asks, pointing a finger at a pink light.
Kane exhales slowly. Benrey’s gonna push that crowbar against him again any second now, so he might as well enjoy breathing while he can. Fuck, he’d almost rather go back outside and deal with the guard dog that chased him here. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaking, and he clears his throat before he continues. “The lanterns for the lost prince.” Is Benrey fucking with him? Everyone knows the lanterns. Kane’s never even been to a lantern ceremony himself but he still knows what they are. He’d need a serious head injury to forget that, and while his head hurts a bit it’s certainly not that bad.
Benrey does not seem to be fucking with him, because he does a little cheer and fist pump. “I knew they weren’t stars,” he mumbles to himself, before turning back to Kane. Louder, he says, "I want you to take me there. To see 'em." He pulls the curtain back over and jumps down from the mantle, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. "Think you can manage that? Just there and back and I don't, uh. Y'know." He glances at the window. Kane follows his gaze, picturing Benrey launching his body out of it, and shudders. "Pretty good deal, I think."
Kane’s breath comes out in a panicked hiss.”W-well, that's not really a good idea right now, since I shouldn’t show my face in the kingdom right now considering I -" oh shit. "Oh shit. My satchel! Where is my satchel?!"
Benrey raises an eyebrow, smirking at him. “Oh, the bag thingy? I hid it. Mine now.” His smug face is the most infuriating thing Kane has ever seen, and he’d be throwing a punch if he wasn’t fucking tied to a chair. Benrey continues, "If you want it, you gotta earn it. You take me to the lanterns, I give you your satchel. Deal?"
Hid it. He said he hid it, so it’s….somewhere in here, probably, and once Kane realizes that it’s easy to figure out. He nods his head at a flowerpot. “It’s in there, huh?”
Benrey raises the crowbar again.
Oh, shit. “W-wait, no no no, no need to hit me!” He shuts his eyes, wishing he could move his arms to protect himself. He does not need any more head trauma, thank you very much.
This guy really won’t hesitate to kill him, huh? This stupid deal is his only real option. Kane sighs, keeping his eyes shut. "L-look, I'll keep my eyes shut like this? And you can hide my satchel somewhere else. No peeking. I'll agree to the deal. Just - my head already feels like splitting."
A pause. Kane almost considers opening his eyes but keeps them shut. Finally he hears Benrey’s voice again. “No peeking,” he repeats. There’s a series of shuffling noises, bare feet and raccoon claws against the floor, and then a moment later: “Okay. You can open your eyes.”
The satchel is nowhere to be seen, without even a hint to where it might be hiding. He sighs, head dropping forward before he looks up at Benrey again. "If I'm gonna agree to this, let me ask at least one question. Why do you wanna see them so badly, and why would you need an escort for that?"
Benrey’s face goes blank. “Uhhhh,” is all he says, followed by a long pause, leaving Kane worried he broke him somehow, but finally Benrey continues. "That's, uh. None of your business. 's just - it's, uh, dangerous. Out there. For me. Need a....need a guide."
Huh. Sheltered, maybe? Benrey seems...well, a little off, to be blunt. He can’t be much younger than Kane is, but he doesn’t even know about the lanterns. Overprotective parent seems a likely answer, but whatever the reason, now’s not the time to pry. “Alright, yeah, none of my business. Okay. We go see the lanterns, come back, you give me the satchel, yeah? Deal?”
“Deal,” Benrey agrees.
“Okay. Does that mean you can untie me now?”
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The thing about spending 27 years in a tower, knowing that this is where you’re going to spend your entire life, is that when you get the option to leave it’s kind of the scariest thing imaginable.
Kane’s already climbed down, leaning against a tree while Benrey stands on the ledge. Physically, he’s ready. He’s got his hair wrapped around the lever, ready to swing down, ready to go, to get out of the stupid fucking tower and out into the real world, except -
Except -
“You are never leaving this tower.” Zeki’s hands are on his shoulder, nails digging in. “Do you understand?”
Benrey reaches back, trying to grab at the closet. “But -”
“The outside world isn’t safe for you. You aren’t safe for it. If you went outside, you know what would happen?”
“Huh?”
“Look at you.” She grabs his hand roughly, pulling him over to the mirror. “They’ll take one look at you, and they’ll know, and then what? You’ll fight back. You’ll hurt people. You’re dangerous.”
It’s nothing new, but. He thinks about the man he has stuffed into his closet. He didn’t hurt him. He’ll be fine! “But -”
“This isn’t up for discussion. You. Are not. Leaving. Ever. Do you understand me or not?”
He stares at the mirror, looking between himself and Zeki. She’s looked the same as long as he can remember, brown hair always pulled into a bun and dark green eyes, pale skin but not in the same way Benrey is pale. She’s human. He’s not. And she’s right, that anyone who looks at him is gonna know. That’s why he’s up here, where it’s safe. Where no one can hurt him. And, more importantly, where he can’t hurt anyone else.
“I understand,” Benrey mumbles.
“Good.”
“I, uh. I thought of - I came up with something better. For a, uh. Birthday thingy.”
Zeki turns away from the mirror, towards Benrey. “Oh?”
“You got me that - the paint. Last year. The white one?”
“That’s a long trip,” she says, pursing her lips.
“I won’t ask about the. The stars. Or going outside. Or anything of that. I’ll, uh -” He glances at the dresser, the one where she keeps her lab coat. “I’ll make up for it.”
There’s a glint in her eyes, sharp like her favourite knife. “Fine. I’ll get you the paint.” Her face softens as she places a hand on Benrey’s head. “I’m only doing this to protect you.”
“I know,” he mumbles, as she steps away to gather her things. “I know.”
“Benrey?” Kane yells. “Are you gonna move or what?”
He jumps.
The fall is intense. Wind in his hair, sun on his face, watching the ground get closer - oh that’s close. Oh that’s very close. He stops just a few inches off the ground, hesitating once again. There’s no going back from this. The grass is so much greener than he expected, bright and shiny in the sun, drops of dew still lingering, and before he can spiral further he puts his foot down. When nothing happens - no monster appears, no pit opens up and swallows him - he puts both feet on the ground, the blades of grass tickling him.
A quick tug, and he pulls his hair down from the lever, watching it fall to the ground, and then joins it. The grass is still damp underneath him, but the sun above is warm. He’s getting covered in dew and dirt and bits of grass and he can’t find it in him to care, busy savoring the feeling he’s dreamed of for so long.
It’s not until he stands up that he realizes the bulk on his hair landed directly on Kane. He starts shoving hair aside, Jefferem lending a set of tiny hands as extra help. “You good?” Benrey asks, as Kane’s head becomes visible.
Kane huffs, struggling to stand. “Apart from being attacked by your mane, yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me out?”
Benrey holds out an arm. Pulling Kane up proves easier than he thought, and he pulls a little too hard, almost slamming Kane into him, the two of them pressed together for a moment before Kane coughs and steps back. Benrey takes a moment to half-heartedly brush some dirt and grass out of his hair and off his clothes, looking at Kane. “Guide time?”
Kane blinks at him, not bothering to clean off his clothing. “Uh - yeah. Guide time. Let’s go!” His steps are loud as he walks away.
Benrey’s footsteps are almost inaudible as he follows, crowbar gripped tight in his hands. The initial adrenaline is starting to fade, doubt settling in. Maybe this was a bad idea. It’s not too late to turn around and go back.
He shakes his head. Lost in his own thoughts, he’s fallen behind, and he has to sprint to catch up. Hoping not to zone out again, he starts talking, letting the first thing he can think of fall out of his mouth. “The lights - the lanterns. You said they were for a...prince?”
They enter a small stone tunnel as Kane answers. His voice is soft. “Every year, on the prince’s birthday, the kings - and the whole kingdom - release a swarm of lanterns,” he explains, voice echoing. It turns theatrical as he continues. “See, their little boy was snatched away as a baby, by an evil wizard! Or...something like that, at least. They’re hoping the lanterns will bring him back.”
“On his birthday?” Benrey echoes. Weird coincidence. A moment passes while Benrey busies himself with touching the walls of the tunnel. “And they still haven’t found him? Why’re they still doing the lanterns if it doesn’t work?”
Kane’s voice is softer, more subdued when he responds. "The kings still have hope that their baby boy will return someday. It's a very human thing in my opinion."
Ah. Human thing. That explains why Benrey doesn’t understand.
Kane pokes his head through the ivy, waiting a moment before ducking back and lifting it to let Benrey through. “We’re clear.”
Raising an eyebrow, Benrey repeats, “Clear?” Is something following them, or is Kane just paranoid? Or maybe Benrey is reading too much into things. Maybe it’s normal to check for stuff like that. Not like he would know.
"Ah - well, I told you earlier, didn't I? The kingdom and I aren't... quite buddy buddy at the moment." As they walk, he keeps looking around, eyes darting back and forth. "But don't worry, it shouldn't be a big problem for our objective."
Oh. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to what Kane was saying earlier. Too late for that now, though. “So I was right? You a little - thief boy, huh? Stealing shit?” It’s mostly a guess, but he can’t picture this guy doing any real crime. His satchel probably had some stolen shit in it and that’s why he wants it back so bad. Well, better to team up with a criminal than a guard or something, considering all the rules Benrey’s breaking.
“Why do you keep insisting I steal shit?” Kane asks, looking away from Benrey. He doesn’t even give him time to answer, immediately following it with, “Hey, you hungry?”
Immediately changing the subject, huh? Now that’s suspicious. Admittedly he is a little hungry, and curious about where they’d be getting food out here. “Only if you’re not gonna steal it.”
Kane’s mouth screws up, eyes narrowing with a scoff. “I know a good place to get food. On our way, too. My friend works there.”
Oh shit, other people. He hesitates a moment before nodding. “Sure. Sure, yeah.”
Kane squints at him again. “You're not really an outside person huh? Have you...Have you ever been outside before?”
Damn, okay, just gonna straight up ask. Benrey opens his mouth to answer and then stops. “You answer my question first.” He’s not looking at Kane as he talks, eyes on the road ahead.
A groan in response, and then, “Fine, neither of us get an answer, then.” Kane picks up his pace, quickly getting ahead of Benrey.
“Someone’s grumpy,” Benrey mutters, rushing to catch up again. Kane’s anger surprises him. “I don’t care if you are. I’m breaking like....every rule possible just being here.” He pauses, scuffing at the dirt. “‘s all cool. Y’know. Be gay, do crime.”
Kane bursts into laughter, stopping in the road for a second. “Real rebel, huh?” he asks, shooting Benrey a grin that he returns nervously. “Fitting, then, for you to break out with a thief.”
Benrey’s grin widens, delighted. “Hah! I was right.”
“Yeah, yeah, congratulations, Blueberry.” The smile twists at the corners, as Kane leans closer to Benrey. “But that means we’re in my business now. So what about yours? You said you're breaking every rule right now. So... you weren't allowed outside that tower for some reason?”
That same empty expression makes a return as Benrey freezes. Twirling a strand of hair around his fingers, he clears his throat, forcing himself to start moving again. Walked right into that one, huh? And he’s not a coward, he’s not gonna refuse to answer after he finally got Kane to admit something. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “I, uh. Yeah. Not allowed. Very not allowed.”
If Zeki knew what he was doing right now - she’d kill him. Worse than kill him. Beside him, Kane’s gaze is soft, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed.
“Well…” he starts, “sometimes, you just gotta do what feels right, even if it hurts or makes someone mad. Trust me on that, I know from experience.” To punctuate his last words, he nudges against Benrey’s arm, almost affectionate. Benrey jumps for a second, hand darting to touch the spot Kane had brushed against, almost expecting it to feel different somehow. But no, it’s just his arm.
“Experience,” he repeats quietly. “Uh, yeah. I mean - I’m here.”
“That you are, Mr. Independent.”
#hlvrai#half life vr but the ai is self aware#benrey#gordon feetman#frenrey#benrey hlvrai#cora writes#tangled au#tangled up#adventures of cora
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ender chest, crafting table, emerald, sword, painting for the minecraft asks? :]
Ender Chest - have you defeated the ender dragon?
I haven't! 😅 I keep meaning to try but I always get so distracted with exploring the worlds (especially with them being infinite now, I love travelling agjfhdgdf)
I might try soon tho! I do think it'd be really cool to try doing it, I play with my friends occasionally so I might rope them into helping me ehehehe >:3
Crafting Table - what’s the first thing you do when you make a new world?
Usually I try to look for a village + somewhere nice to build a base! I rarely end up having a bed or completed base on the first night cus I really like making sure I build it in the best location 😅😂
Emerald - do you like mining? if so, how do you mine? (tunnels, caving, etc)
Yeah! Especially with the Cave Updates, I haven't seen all of the new stuff yet but a lot of it does seem really cool (I'm both excited and terrified about the Warden, it's such an awesome idea for a mob! That + Cave Noises feel like they come straight from a horror game tbh)
I do get lost in caves way too easily (especially when I find mineshafts qghfhdgshs) but my method is generally just diving straight into a ravine or running into a cave and hoping I find something good! ^^
Sword - do you usually play on peaceful, easy, normal, hard, or hardcore?
In the Overworld I usually play on Easy or Normal but sometimes I cheat a little an go into Peaceful 😅 (I mostly do that if mobs are pissing me off/I die and wanna get my stuff back without them bothering me again aghfhdgsgs)
Painting - do you usually decorate your base?
Ooh yeah, it's one of my favourite things to do!! I mostly like putting flowerpots, lanterns and item frames around ^^
Thank you for the asks Will!! 🖤💕
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Jon Lord, Deep Purple
Original article by Lee Marlow which was first printed in the Leicester Mercury in July, 2000.
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You join us in the hallway of Jon Lord's sprawling Henley-on-Thames home.
Him, Leicester born, millionaire keyboard maestro with rock legends Deep Purple and Whitesnake; me, Leicester-born over-eager hack with a headful of daft questions he's answered a thousand times before.
Holding out a hand, Mr Lord, the David Niven of rock 'n' roll, greets me like a long-lost friend.
Grey stubble frames his face and a head full of slate grey hair is tied neatly in a pony tail.
"Good to see you... find it all right?... blah... terrible weather again isn't it... blah... Yes, it is nice round here isn't it... George Harrison lives just down the road... blah... we're touring in August... blah... on the road in South America..."
He hardly stops to draw breath as we settle in the cream lounge.
I can't help but notice the luxurious off-white carpet is so plush that I can trace my footsteps from the oak door to the immense sofa and, in the corner, a small cinema screen masquerades as a TV.
Life has been kind to Jon Lord.
He's sold millions of records and, erm, "rocked" the biggest audiences the world over – from the 200,000 fans at the California Jam in the mid-1970s to last year's hybrid Royal Albert Hall gig featuring Deep Purple and the London Symphony Orchestra.
Purple, his mainstay band of the past four decades, are about to hit the road again.
Lord admits that after all this time it's hard to resist.
"I don't need to do this anymore," he says, "but it is immense fun.
''I do see a time when we'll have to call it a day, of course, but when? I know I can't do it when I'm 90, but..."
It's all a long way from life at 120 Averill Road, where Mr Lord senior packed socks by day and played sax by night and where the young Lord enjoyed "a perfect childhood," roaming through the nearby countryside with his grubby-faced pals.
An after-school diet of piano lessons, homework and bike riding, however, left a teenage Lord facing an extra year at Wyggeston School.
"I just wanted to play with my friends," he says. "But it was always homework and piano lessons. Something had to give – and it was usually homework."
After being sacked from his first two jobs in Leicester, Lord left for London to study acting and played roll-out-the-barrel-style standards in smoky pubs to pay his rent.
Despite his best intentions, Lord's hopes of becoming an actor were overtaken by his desire to play rock 'n' roll and by the mid-60s, he'd been roped in to play keyboards on The Kinks' You Really Got Me.
"All I did was plink, plink, plink," he laughs. "It wasn't hard."
But from there, Lord and his trusty Hammond organ didn't look back.
He had a top 10 hit with Let's Go To San Francisco with The Flowerpot Men and was pocketing the princely sum of £60 a week.
Lord's future was bright. In fact, his future was Purple.
The group formed in 1968 and had a smash hit in the US with Hush at the end of the year. Three decades later, Kula Shaker took the same song to No 1 in the UK charts. ("Good version as well," says Jon, "if a bit too fast.'')
Purple opened for Eric Clapton's Cream in the States, but after five storming gigs they were taken off the tour as the energised Purple boys blew Slowhand's shambolic drug-addled trio off stage.
"We got on well with them. They had no idea we were to be taken off the tour – they were too stoned!" recalls Jon.
Back home, Purple instigated the first of many line-up changes, welcoming new singer Ian Gillan and bass player Roger Glover – a switch which heralded a new era for Purple and, with it, British rock.
"We knew we had something. It was just so exciting. We used to practice every afternoon and then gig every night."
Gillan brought more than great vocals to the band – his jet-black long hair and charisma attracted the ladies as well.
"There were plenty of groupies at that stage," smiles Lord.
And?
"Well, let's just say if you give a young lad a bit of money and untroubled access to nubile young women – it's not a bad life is it?"
Even at the wrong side of 50, Gillan, it appears, still has a certain charm with the opposite sex. Lord and Gillan were recently interviewed by former Watchdog beauty Alice Beer for the BBC1 religious show H&E.
"I might as well not have been there," smiles Lord. "She was completely taken by Gillan. And after the show they left together and went for a drink. No, I don't know what happened!"
The first five years of the 1970s saw Deep Purple trapped in a perpetual album-tour-album loop. The shows were sold out and the albums – In Rock, Fireball, Machine Head, Made In Japan, Who Do We Think We Are? – all went platinum.
They made a wodge of money, concedes Jon, but their managers made more.
Yet despite the excess (they also had their own plane, naturally), Lord steered clear of drugs.
"I can say hand-on-heart we were never really a drug band. My Dad bought me my first pint and I was still very much a lad from Leicester, you know.
"I experimented with drugs, of course I did. I smoked grass, but it left me sitting in a corner, introspective and giggling to myself.
"I had a brief flirtation with cocaine in the late 1970s but, to be honest, I don't really like being out of control."
The drugs came later. American Tommy Bolin, drafted in to replace the increasingly moody and erratic guitarist Ritchie Blackmore, succumbed to a long-term heroin habit in 1976 and Lord still recalls the time a cocaine dealer chased bassist Glenn Hughes on to the band's private plane, demanding $3,000.
By 1976, the writing was on the wall for Purple and its elaborate brand of rock music. Punk was the new king.
Lord retreated to the States for two years. But former Purple leader David Coverdale was looking for someone to become the new ivory tinkler in his new outfit, Whitesnake, and Lord fitted the bill.
"He wouldn't take no for an answer. I harboured no ambition to be Whitesnake's keyboard player, but he was very, very insistent."
Persuasive Coverdale might have been, but financially generous he certainly wasn't.
"I was in Whitesnake from 1978 to 1983 and he paid me abysmally! I complained regularly and he'd say 'Ok, leave it with me', but it never changed.
"It was a good laugh – that was the main reason I stayed in the band. It was ironic that in the middle of this punk revolution we were playing white R&B and selling out tours."
Strangely, considering the times, Whitesnake's brand of sexist crab-paced rock was a hit.
They were the biggest-grossing tour band in Europe by 1981. But Coverdale – secretly nicknamed Elsie by the band because of his louche on-stage antics and some of his cheesy lyrics – wanted success in America. At all costs.
"It was all style over substance towards the end," sighs Lord. "The band lost its heart. It was just about posing."
The music might have lost its soul, but Whitesnake – complete with a new band of poodle-permed hired hands in black spandex and glitter jackets – went on to sell 17 million albums in 1987.
Lord, meanwhile, had answered the call to reform Deep Purple.
"The critics said Purple getting back together was about money. It was never about money," says Lord. "It was exciting for us and the fans when we got back together."
And that's where he's been ever since. In truth, the reformed band never quite graced the same artistic heights they reached in their heyday, but on the concert circuit they're still capable of selling out a Wembley Arena or NEC.
"I don't enjoy touring in the way I used to, but those two hours on stage make up for it.
''The day I can't open that door and look forward to it is the day I say, 'Thank you very much and goodnight'."
And that's about it. Interview over. I've got more daft questions but, crikey, I've been here for more than three hours and he needs to finish a musical extravaganza he's writing for the local church. Phew, rock 'n'roll.
"Take care driving back," he says, "and give my love to Leicester."
#brb im crying#that jon composed and performed songs for his local church has always been my fav#those church grannies must have been jamming like crazy#jon lord#deep purple
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Flowerpot
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G/t 25/100
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Flowerpot
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(Virgil is some kind of wingless fairy AU)
Patton loved flowers. He’d have a million of them if he could.
And Virgil… well, Virgil would like to say he loved Patton as much as Patton loved flowers. Except that he’d never talked to Patton. Whereas Patton talked even to his flowers. Even though they could never answer.
It was early in the morning, too early for Patton to be awake. Virgil carried his bucket, trying to be careful not to spill any of it. Finally he reached the flowerpot. This one was massive, the plant more comparable to a bush than a flower. But it was Patton’s favorite at the moment.
Virgil unfurled a rope and swung the hook up to the edge of the pot. He tied the free end to the handle of his bucket and then climbed up, pulling up the bucket once he reached the top. He very carefully watered the plant, laying his hand on the stem and pushing health and happiness into it.
He leaned his head back to watch as the branches stretched out just a bit farther, the flower buds blushing a bright color, the leaves deepening their green and reaching out towards the rising sun coming in through the window. He allowed a smile to grow on his face, thinking of how happy it would make Patton. And then he had an idea.
He was light enough to climb up the plant without harming it. He reached one branch that had a bud on the end, readily visible from the outside. He pushed power into the branch, feeling it strengthen in preparation for the added weight, before the bud began to bloom. It opened slowly, pinks and oranges blending together as beautifully as the sunrise.
It took a bit longer than he had expected, and he hadn’t considered how using that much power at once would affect him. He swayed slightly on his perch, listing to one side and slipping off the branch.
He hit something much softer than dirt, and forced his eyes open. He was held cupped in Patton’s hands, and looked up at his face. Patton’s freckled face was lit up with wonder, and the sun shone through his curls and made a halo around his head. Virgil smiled up at him. This was a nice dream. Very kind of his brain. Although when he woke up he was sure he’d have a massive headache from hitting his head on the edge of the flowerpot.
“Hi there, kiddo,” Patton said in a hushed whisper. “Are you alright?”
“Tired,” Virgil said, his words slurring slightly. He pointed up at the flower. “Made it f’r you.”
Patton gave him a bright smile, and Virgil knew it was worth any amount of power or work if he could get that smile. “Thank you! I love it!” Patton said, still quietly.
Virgil smiled and turned on his side. He was so tired. Dream Patton probably wouldn’t mind if he slept in his hand.
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Patton had zero ideas as to why he was so incredibly blessed this morning. First the flower, and his plant was looking so much healthier, and then the tiny person falling asleep in his hand. And he had helped the plant grow the flower?! If he wasn’t so tiny Patton would have hugged him. For now, though, Patton was more than overjoyed to just hold him while he slept.
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