#I think it's trying to recreate her pipe.

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Strange evolution

#sannyo komakusa #yuuma toutetsu #touhou project #unconnected marketeers #unfinished dream of all living ghost #Beautiful #At first I just wanted to edit in her ponytail. Then the hair gained sentience #I think it's trying to recreate her pipe.

[cursedhaglette]

Apples to Apples

He pulls away from Halia, looking up at her and the world feels like it’s hugging him. “Hal, pet, what does the devilweed feel like?”

“Warm,” she giggles, looking up at him as she props herself up on her elbows. “Like my body is heavy and warm and everything feels so good. You feel…so good.”

“I think it’s in your blood and now,” something like a giggle bubbles up in him and he remembers how giddy everyone had seemed around the campfire, “and now I think it’s in me.”

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The party decides to share some devilweed around the campfire, and Astarion is surprised to find the effects can be felt after drinking the blood of one who's indulged.

Rating: E Word Count: 3,600 Content: 18+, oral sex, sixty-nine, PIV sex, blood drinking, recreational drug use

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A/N: this is a piece expanding on a scene referenced in my longfic, "The Broken Chosen", but very much intended to be read standalone so I hope you enjoy either way. Halia is technically the dark urge but that doesn't come into play in this one shot. please note the tags if you are not comfortable with recreational drug use.

His hunt was successful, relatively speaking. Badger tasted…well, uninteresting, but it got the job done and at least it was a bit different than the prey he’d grown used to while camping around the Grove. He feels mostly sated as he walks back through the dark forest, his footsteps and the occasional chittering animal the only sounds to escort him back to camp. 

Luckily, it was a night where he would be allowed to cleanse the taste of badger from his mouth with Halia’s sweet, perfect blood. 

The mountainous terrain proves frustrating in the dark, even for his elven eyes, but after a spell he can finally hear the chatter of his companions over the hill. Some part of him knows it’s too loud, given how close they’ve gotten to the creche, but he’s gotten used to being ignored around dinner time. It was one of the few hours where it seemed everyone got along without question, and as such, it was the easiest time to make himself scarce. 

Astarion approaches the campfire, preparing himself for another night of far too much camaraderie only to find Lae’zel already fletching arrows, both Shadowheart and Wyll nowhere in sight. 

“What’s going on?” he asks the githyanki who sits on the edge of the wide circle of tents, practiced hands working feathers and arrowheads without even needing to look down at her work. 

“Gale has fashioned some sort of contraption from which the rest of them are smoking that reeking substance,” she explains, her tone derisive as always. “I do not recall the name of it, but it seems to be altering their mind in a way that will be highly inconvenient should our camp find itself under attack.”

“Devilweed?”

“Yes, that sounds familiar. Nothing about such a name sounds safe to ingest.”

He snorts at the assessment before grabbing some arrows of his own and walking over to the four still circled by the fire, watching as Karlach lifts an apple to her lips and inhales deeply, smoke filling the air around her. 

An apple pipe crafted by the wizard of Waterdeep. He’s officially seen it all. 

“‘Starion!” Halia grins, her pupils like black saucers in the glowing firelight. She’s obviously partaken in the wizard’s find. At least she was happy to see him while under the substance.

It’s been a few days since the tiefling party, and they’ve been hiking nearly nonstop through the mountainous terrain that would lead them to the creche Lae’zel was adamant they visit. He wasn’t convinced it would lead to a cure, and he knew at least Shadowheart agreed with him. 

For some reason though, they mostly follow Halia, and since she seeks to keep everyone happy more often than not, the creche is their next destination. 

The first couple of days, he kept her close by trying more of the same lines he’d used before - even though she hadn’t been particularly fond of them to begin with, he told himself they’d worked for centuries and they’d eventually score him another shot with her. It didn’t matter that they’d been moving toward something deeper before the party - he had a godsdamned plan and… 

And she had quickly become something far more interesting than just a human shield, should anyone turn on him. Those wide eyes staring up at him, such excitement in her smile, made it even harder to pretend he was still just using her. 

He sat down beside her, watching as Karlach passed the pipe to Halsin. 

“I’ve not quite got the hang of it yet,” Halia whispered, leaning into him but watching as the druid took a deep hit and blew billows of smoke. The brute didn’t cough once, taking another hit before passing it to Halia. 

“She says that,” Gale chimes in, “but she hasn’t coughed once, which tells me this is hardly her first time indulging. I’d have guessed an upper city lady like yourself would have far finer drugs to keep her busy.”

“Who’s to say I didn’t?” Halia gives them a coy grin before reaching for the apple and bringing it to her lips, and Astarion ignores the tug behind his navel at the way her lips part against the opening they’ve fashioned in the fruit. No one else seems to notice the curve of her mouth or the quick flutter of her tongue, instead devolving into riotous laughter within moments, and he realizes he’s out of his element.

She extends the apple to him next, her offering accompanied with a sweet grin, but he’s almost certain vampires can’t smoke the stuff and he isn’t entirely inclined to find out what happens if he tries. So Halia passes it back to the rest of them, chipping in with some strange joke of her own that he assumes is only funny once high on the foul weed.

He decides to rejoin Lae’zel, silently working in tandem with her as they restock their arrow supply amidst the reeking cloud and endless chatter and laughter of their companions. He stays that way, quietly keeping his hands busy with the tedious but necessary work, until he sees Halia beg off from the group and sprint into the darkness. No one goes after her, everyone still focused on their giggling conversations and the last of the smoking drug, so he decides to do something he very well may regret later.

He follows her.

Astarion finds her in the woods a moment later, humming to herself and thoroughly unaware that anyone had found her. 

“Hal - “ he starts and is immediately interrupted by her surprised shriek as she turns around, fussing with the tie of her skirt as she gapes at him. 

“Astarion,” she gasps, but the sound quickly turns into a giggle, “Gods, you startled me, you ass!”

He closes the distance between them without hesitation or comment, pulling her into a deep kiss. Her mouth tastes like the smoke he’d been breathing in across the camp all evening, but still manages to retain a bit of her telltale sweetness. 

He licks along the seam of her lips, and she opens eagerly, her hands twisting in his loose shirt as she pulls him close to her. He likes her eager like this, and feeling the way her cheeks lift - her smile widening as he kisses her - twists something inside him.

Breaking away to let her breath, he kisses along the slope of her cheek to her jaw, then down to the familiar scars where he’d last fed on her. Scars she never asks to heal, bearing the marks like some sort of trophy. 

“What’s gotten into you?” she gasped between his kisses, her hands tugging on his hair as he ran his fangs gently against the spot he fed from. 

“I saw you having fun, and I thought I could have some fun with you now,” he hums, aware that it’s not his best line but content that it’s not his worst either.

“I owe you dinner, don’t I?” She asks instead and the question is playful but immediately has him on edge, unsure if this is actually the right move. 

Is he making it seem like he’s only interested in her for blood? 

Is that the right counterbalance to the whole ‘make her come so hard she protects you with her life’ plan he’d been trying?

If she’s offering…does it matter?

“Only if you’re feeling up to it,” he says, stepping forward and taking a strand of golden hair between two fingers, twisting lightly and trying his best to ignore how soft it feels between his calloused fingers.

She pulls her long hair to one side, offering her neck, and he has another idea - another that will likely have him questioning his own intentions in the morning but is too tempting to deny tonight.

Astarion slips his hand into the side slit of her skirt, drifting his fingers towards her inner thigh where he knows a delicious artery pulses. Familiar goosebumps dance up Halia’s skin, her breath going shallow in anticipation. 

“Can I have you right,” he taps the pulse point in her upper thigh, “here?”

She meets his eyes and he looks back, waiting for approval or to be scolded. All she offers him is a nervous nod, and then a soft, tentative grin. 

“Lay back for me,” he instructs and she does, pliant and giddy. She shifts her skirts to expose where he’s requested to taste her and leans back on her elbows, watching as he gets comfortable before her. He can feel her already beginning to warm him when he’s this close, so he licks the skin a couple of times in preparation, looks to her for a last, quick approval, and bites down.

His teeth break the skin of her inner thigh with ease and then his mouth is full of her, full of that smoky, sweet delicious taste that he’d kill to call his alone. She lays quivering for him and he can’t help the soft moan that escapes when he feels her fingers thread through his hair, her breath catching at the sound. 

Astarion takes a few mouthfuls, enough that the warmth begins to spread through his veins like it could be his own and it’s like he can feel the loop of blood in both their bodies, connecting them. and then he tidies her up - licking at the wound to do what he can to ease the pain and replace it with pleasure. 

He can taste her slowly growing arousal and this close, with his tongue already lapping at the wound he’s inflicted, his eyes drift to the slit of her skirt that’s been pushed up nearly to her hip. He can smell her arousal too, he realizes, and her perfect cunt is right there and it seems such a shame to leave it untasted. 

His mouth travels up her thigh, slowly testing if she’ll push him away as he draws close to her core but all she does is tug his hair just a bit harder and he knows what she’s wordlessly asking for. But wordless is never enough for him, he wants to hear her shaky voice, the way she mewls for him. 

“Halia,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss into her exposed hip, “Let me taste you, Halia. Tell me you want me.”

“Please,” she gasps, and he wastes no more time. He tears her panties away, aware he’ll likely be charged with repairing them but uncaring because his mouth is on her and she is already swollen and soaking for him. He’s tasted her only once before and Gods, how has he kept himself from this every night since? 

He buries his tongue in her, using his nose to rub her warm clit as he feasts, closing his eyes to the shuddering moans that accompany every clench of pleasure. 

But then he notices it, a strange warmth that seems to start at his throat and spread like warm honey through his always tired body. Not like her blood warms him, this is somehow different - like his body is alive and buzzing, but also relaxed in a way that almost feels like slipping into a warm bath.

He pulls away from Halia, looking up at her and the world feels like it’s hugging him. “Hal, pet, what does the devilweed feel like?”

“Warm,” she giggles, looking up at him as she props herself up on her elbows. “Like my body is heavy and warm and everything feels so good. You feel…so good.”

“I think it’s in your blood and now,” something like a giggle bubbles up in him and he remembers how giddy everyone had seemed around the campfire, “and now I think it’s in me.”

“Oh shit,” she whispers and in a blink she’s sitting up, her hands cupping his face in genuine concern. “Are you - do you feel okay?”

All he can do is nod, unable to keep the stupid smile from his face as the drug settles into him.

Her eyes go wide and then she’s kissing his grinning face with her own and lapping at the taste of her that lingers on his tongue. “I taste good on you,” she purrs, and he can’t help the way his cock twitches in response. 

Astarion kisses her again because he’s not sure what else to do, but the sensation is different than what he’s used to. All at once he’s stopped overthinking how he sighs into her mouth and the way her hands dance up his arms, pulling him closer to her. Everything is just this moment, there is no more plan or doubt or fear - only the pleasure that can be found at her fingertips, in the sweeping arch of her tongue, and between her thighs. 

She pulls away and he’s mesmerized by the way her lips go pink and full after he’s kissed her thoroughly. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks him again, and he can’t tell her the truth - that he isn’t sure he can remember the last time he felt so at peace in his body. 

Instead, he tries to focus on the feeling that’s spread since he drank her drugged blood, the way the warmth has settled into him and how his body feels blurred at the edges. His muscles somehow feel both tensed and relaxed all at once.

“Strange,” he admits to her, wondering if his pupils are as wide and black as hers are, “but overall, pretty damn good.”

She laughs and collides with him, and then he’s on his back laughing with her. How long have they been out in this darkness, kissing and giggling amongst the trees? Have the others started asking after Halia yet?

Her hands shift to run against his still clothed, still hard, length and he groans into her mouth at the way she cups him. Her fingers aren’t as practiced as his, so when she moves to unlace his trousers without looking, she struggles enough to pull away from his mouth once more. 

With his cock free, he can’t help but whimper as her warm hand grips him again, applying the perfect amount of pressure as she begins to roll her wrist and pump him. He leans back again, groaning as she works - the devilweed in his system enhancing every sensation while dulling all his inner monologues and anxieties. 

“Can I taste you?” She asks, repeating his question from minutes ago and he nods, but as Halia’s head lowers and her tongue licks across his head, he sits up. 

“I have an idea, if you’re open to something different, darling,” he offers and she smiles but licks his slit again, her eyes on his as she waits for his suggestion. “Come here.”

Halia gives him a quizzical expression but obliges, crawling forward until he can pull her hips toward him, and there’s no way for him to hold back the devious grin he knows is on his face. 

“Sit on me,” he tells her. 

“What?”

“Sit on my face,” he insists, attempting to guide her hips while laying flat and thank the gods he’s high or this might have him cringing in embarrassment at his awkward movements. “Come on, love.”

She shimmies out of her skirt and panties before moving to straddle his face, but hesitates just before actually sitting. “Are you sure?”

He’s staring up at her perfect ass as his hands move to her hips, shifting so her cunt is where he wants it, and then he tells her, “make yourself comfortable, dear,” before tugging her down and latching his lips around her clit.

The moan she elicits is delicious, going straight to his cock, and he’s lucky that Halia picks up on what he’d been hoping for as she leans forward. Her bare chest warms the flat of his stomach and then he’s in her mouth again, warmed by the whole of her on top of him and eternally grateful he doesn’t actually have to breathe as he laps at her heat. 

He sucks and licks and kisses, working her with his centuries of practice, and she’s moaning around him - each vibration echoing through him. He focuses entirely on her pleasure, knowing that if he spends more than a moment thinking about the way she’s taking him almost wholly down her throat, he’s liable to spill far too soon. 

“Grind on me, Halia,” he tells her through their shared connection. “Give me everything. I can take it. I want it.”

It works, she’s finally giving him everything - all inhibitions lost as she seeks out the pleasure he’s eager to provide. He tightens his grin on her thighs, holding her against him as she rides his flattened tongue. His face is soaked and he feasts, all before moving a single finger higher, to the tight ring of muscles he’s never toyed with, and presses gently against her puckered hole.

Halia pauses and pulls off him long enough to let out a guttural moan, and he knows he has her. He goes back to sucking on her swollen bud and swirls his tongue around it once, twice more and she’s shuddering above him - twitching and panting as she comes undone for him. 

She shifts forward and turns around, dragging her body along his and then she’s lining him up with her entrance, looking back to see if he’s alright and all Astarion can do is nod. 

“I’m sorry,” she laughs and the sound is like bells while she’s trying to hide her smile with one hand and the other goes to his face. “You’re just so shiny.”

He shifts and with how wet she is, he’s quickly able to bury himself inside her without difficulty, turning her laughs into a breathy gasp as he moves to wipe some of her release from the bottom half of his face. She stays still, keeping him warm inside her, then goes to lick a long stripe of the moisture he’s missed from his face before kissing him once more. 

She is desire incarnate, she is the sun and warmth embodied, molten around him and mewling for him and he is lost in her when she finally begins to roll her hips. 

“You are so good for me, ‘Starion, so good,” she hums, her lips hovering just over his as her pretty words dance through him like sparks of electricity. “I want you to feel good, lover, I want you to feel everything.”

He does, he wants to tell her, but his mind has been emptied out and replaced with sheer desire and the endless warmth where his body fills hers. 

“Fuck me, Halia,” and it’s neither an ask nor a command, but something more like a prayer. “Show me how good you want me to feel.”

When her eyes meet his again, Astarion can see that she’s taken it as a challenge, and her hips begin to work. She rubs her clit against his abdomen while her body begins to bounce against his, and though he asked her to fuck him but he can’t help meeting her halfway - matching her rhythm by snapping his hips into her. It draws a pleased gasp from her, enough that she clenches around him tightly, and then the movements become feverish and desperate as they chase the high he knows they can reach together.  

The wet sounds of their joining echo through the dark woods, but neither of them seem to care. Let their campmates hear how she works him, let them hear how he is the one she’s chosen time and time again. 

The haze of devilweed is slowly clearing, his body already working through the blood he’d taken from her, but he wants to hold onto the blissful mindlessness for as long as he can.  

Halia’s head tilts back and her lips part like she is ready to roar at the sky as she comes, and she’s panting his name as she finishes. Her lips are at his ear like she’s whispering a prayer of her own. He follows her into that abyss shortly after, the final hazy moments of the devilweed pulling him through a long, heady climax - the strongest he’s had in recent memory. She pants as he finishes and she comes down from her own high, their bodies sweaty and tangled.

They pant together for a minute or two, Halia still in his lap, and then the sounds of the campfire are suddenly noticeable again and Astarion wonders if it has been all along. 

Halia slides off him, laying in the dirt for a few seconds more before rolling on her side and kissing his cheek, then standing and reaching for her clothes.

“You’re beautiful,” he hears himself admit while he watches her dress. He knows he shouldn’t, that the statement is too tender for what hes doing and who he is but its true - she’s a fucking vision. Her eyes are still wild and hazy, her cheeks flushed with release, and brambles in her hair but it’s a simple fact that Halia is gorgeous. He’s going to hate himself for it in the morning, knowing that it only complicates his already weak plan, but for now, he lets himself bask in the truth. 

“So are you, Astarion,” she smiled, running her hands through her hair and catching only a couple of the leaves that had caught in the golden mess since they started. “We should…we should do that again.”

Astarion studies her as he stands, making to tug on his own trousers and pausing to watch the way she bites her lip in hesitation. He ignores his clothes for a moment more and goes to where she stands, reaching to clasp her face between his hands so he can kiss her once more. 

“Yes, Halia. Yes, we should.”

#astarion x dark urge #bg3 fanfic #astarion fic #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion smut #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x f!tav #hagfics

[grvyrd-drms]

creepypasta characters getting absolutely zoinked!!

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A/N: in honor of me getting so stoned i puked last night. how i think crp's feel about the mary jane.

characters: jeff, toby, ben, masky, hoodie, e. jack, l. jack, natalie/clockwork, jane, liu, nina, helen/bloody painter, puppeteer, jason, candy pop, zero, kate

CW: drugs obviously lol, flashbacks/trauma

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jeff: secretly too afraid to use lighters anymore so he sticks to dab pens. claims he "doesn't want weed all over his shit" but everyone knows the truth lmao. takes baby hits cause it hurts his lungs. 4/10.

toby: oh ABSOLUTELY handles it like a CHAMP. the one who's constantly ripping the bong that it gets annoying. he likes that it calms his anxiety and tics, and its one of the only times he feels like he can relax and get away from all his... issues. finishes peoples bong rips and joints for them. doesn't like blunts. prefers to smoke alone but likes when brian tags along cause it makes toby feel like he has a brother. helps people out if they wanna roll/learn/etc. 11/10.

e. jack: prefers to be in touch with his senses completely. afraid that if he's too careless he'll go all spooky cannibal demon on everyone. doesn't mind when other people do it, though. 0/10 just cause he doesn't smoke.

l. jack: never let this thing near any drugs ever. i feel like drugs wouldn't even work on them??? stoned toby once tried to get them to smoke cause he thought it'd be funny. they ate the joint. -1/10.

masky/tim: prefers his cigarettes. he already has issues with the constant DID switching he doesn't need anymore time skips or anything. likes feeling in control. in high school and college before it all got bad he definitely blazed it up though. 6/10 for past experience.

hoodie/brian: 100% was the one blazing it up with tim in school. hits pipes like a PRO. sometimes smokes with toby if they've been on good terms/its been a good day and the proxies aren't at each others throats. 8/10.

natalie: dooooeeessss not like not being in full control. can't handle it and it freaks her out big time. she'll start getting triggering flashbacks if she's high enough. when her and toby were dating she fucking hated whenever he got high. for effort, 2/10.

nina: the gf who looooooovessss weed and then is gone by the first hit. definitely takes a way too big hit and throws up after trying to impress everyone. she likes fruity vapes and puts stickers on them. 7/10.

jane: NU-UH!!!! does not go near drugs of any kind and gets nervous around intoxicated people. keeps her guard up when she's around anyone like that. she did once help natalie to her room when she was stoned though. and for that mom energy, 1/10.

ben: i have this little hc that ben just kinda. gets shit for people. being a part of the internet he can get anything ordered, anything shipped anywhere. as a fee he likes to charge people in weed (or something sexual if he's being a nuisance and likes the person). has never once bought his own bud and doesn't keep track of it. you'll get strawberry cheesecake and banana pudding in one bowl and you'll fucking like it. nobody will smoke with him due to that. 9/10 tho he blazes it up.

kate: never learned how to do any of that and doesn't really feel like learning. hates people too much to ask someone to teach her. gets intimidated whenever she sees toby and brian work out the mechanics of it all. 1/10 poor baby.

liu: DOES NOT PARTAKE IN ANY OF THESE ACTIVITIES AT ALL ‼️🙅 acts like he's too high (lol) above to do drugs. in reality he's just too awkward and scared to ask anyone to smoke with him. if anything he would have a dab pen cause he can't roll or pack for shit. 3/10 you'll get there one day buddy.

helen: casually smokes here and there to relax himself. not addicted, more of a recreational/medicinal user. 8/10.

puppeteer: this fucking GUY. in competition with toby for highest tolerance/biggest stoner. i mean look at him he's a theater kid and he has a beanie. thats like 100% stoner material. smokes blunts like theres no tomorrow. 11/10.

zero: definitely makes it into a competition and judges people if they can't handle a hit/finish their milk. every single time accidentally gets way too stoned trying to beat everyone. worst person to smoke with but her tolerance is incredible. 7/10.

jason: believes he has better things to do than get high and do drugs. always busy with his 'work' and his companions (the circus pastas) feel the same. 0/10.

candy pop: no one lets them near their stash. they have not once encountered any type of drug. no one is willing to share. so sorry buddy. 0/10.

#this is horrid lmao #im so sorry #but it had to be said and done #creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #jeff the killer #marble hornets #eyeless jack #clockwork #jane the killer #nina the killer #liu creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #jason the toymaker #laughing jack #slenderman #bloody painter #ben drowned #zero creepypasta #candy pop #shitpost #txt #creepypasta x reader

[emotionalmotionsicknessxx]

Belated Valentine's Day Drabble

Erik/Christine, Meg POV, Fluffy as I get

"What a tragedy this is."

Meg crossed her arms as she considered the scene. Erik stood, sleeves rolled to the elbows, in the kitchen of his modest apartment. There was a considerable amount of flour in the mixing bowl in front of him. There was considerably more on his face and shirt.

“Don’t.” He said, lips pressed together in a thin line below his mask.

“I wasn’t going to,” She said, stifling the laugh and swallowing it. “This looks very...good.”

“Meg Giry, you are a terrible liar.”

“But a wonderful friend,” she piped in, traversing the tile floor in an attempt to see what, exactly, had gone wrong in the kitchen. “So I assume the soufflé was a bust?”

“They can be very touchy, yes,” he said, trying to dust the worst of the flour from his once-black shirt. “The humidity isn’t helping.”

“Erik, it’s February,” Meg reminded him. “And...” She pointed to the oven clock. “Your date will be here in an hour.”

It had been several years since her mother had called her asking for a favor; that her friend’s son needed a place to stay when he was in the city. She had said no, obviously - she wasn’t some pervert who was about to let some random man traipse around in her determinedly feminine space and get beard hair in the sink and God-knew what else. But then Erik had arrived three days later with the proof that her mother had ignored her wishes, and he was soaked through from the rain like some horrifying, sopping wet cat, and she could not leave him out there and the rest was history.

It was not a roommate situation that was without flaws; he was a composer, among many things, and this meant listening to the same three notes be plunked out in varying tempos until she thought her ears would bleed; he did leave the seat up, to her chagrin; and he was horrifyingly, constantly, simply always:

There.

She woke up, he was there, making coffee and beginning the same insipid melody. She got home from work, he was still there, several half-drunk beverages on the coffee table. She fell asleep to the sound of his tinkering at the keys, or typing away on his disturbingly out of date white MacBook, which seemed to have been modified to recreate the sounds of typewriter keys.

It was a day, not unlike this one, where she came home from a particularly challenging day of navigating the donors of the city opera AND her increasingly boundary-less boss, that she came home, soaked in a sheen of sweat from the packed train and bus, to find her kitchen upended, and Erik crouched in an unnatural way in front of her tiny oven. She had opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a hand.

“Silence,” he said. “We need silence.”

She nodded, not bothering to ask why, or for how long, or for what reason. She tiptoed around the counter, only to find her socks soaked through in the dribs and drabs of thick batter, cold and squishing between her toes. She nearly gagged, but did not break her silence until she saw, with horror, every single plate, cup, and kitchen tool in the sink. On top of the soapy water poked out her KitchenAid, the bowl still attached to the mixer now sodden and submerged, the wire cheerfully greeting her from the suds.

“ERIK!”

The soufflé deflated that day, and the KitchenAid got thrown out, and Meg was determined to get Erik a Date™.

“You don’t have to do all this,” she reminded him as the two cake pans were removed from the oven. “She’s very kind, and I don’t know if they even are sweets people.”

“Who?”

“Christine. Erik, focus,” Meg held back the impulse to snap her fingers. “Do you even know if she likes chocolate?”

It seemed he did not consider this. “Who doesn’t like chocolate?”

“I don’t know, Swedish people?” Meg exclaimed. “Look, all I know is she is very sweet, and works in the costume department of the opera, and no one thinks ill of her, which at the opera is a miracle.”

She did not include that most people called Christine Daae, “odd,” or “always with her head in the clouds” or even “strange.” Erik was using a multitool to ice the cake. He could handle a little strange, especially for a girl who said yes to a first date on Valentine���s Day.

She set about straightening the living room, Erik’s compositions into neater piles. “Remember, don’t dominate the conversation.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“Erik...” Meg warned. “No composing diatribe. No mansplaining.”

“I don’t mansplain.”

“You are a man, and you ‘plain,” she retorted. “And she works at the opera. She doesn’t need to hear you explain Puccini, she knows things.”

She stood, the living room straightened, the candles less...scattered, to see Erik, covered in flour and now icing, standing in the decimated kitchen. She sighed.

A shower, a brisk cleaning of a kitchen that would not hold up to her mother’s scrutiny, and one intercom buzz later, Meg was smuggling her take-out to her room with a blown kiss to a very startled, very rigid Erik. Every candle and then some illuminated the area around the piano, and Meg prayed to any God that would listen that he wouldn’t come on too strong. She crossed her fingers for good measure, and retreated.

That night, the tinkling of piano keys woke her to the most beautiful music. She fell back asleep to it, her dreams colored by the placid joy of the new composition.

She found him alone in the kitchen, standing over the espresso machine.

“So...it went well?” She asked, wriggling her shoulders.

Erik looked up at her, as though startled out of a reverie. “Yes, very well, in fact. We are getting married!”

Meg blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

#myfic #erik/christine #phic #nonsense #valentines day fic

[gamebunny-advance]

Kun3h0 Accessories DLC + Patch Notes v.1.0.1

Added:

GAB accessory

Karrot-98 accessory

Changed:

Updated top.

Fixed hair bug. (Hair would easily slip off model.)

Minor improvements.

(More pics and notes under the cut.)

So I finally finished up Kun3h0's accessories and fixed up her top.

So, we've got her GAB and her drill, the Karrot-98.

GAB started out as this little dino thing that I just cut up and sculpted onto.

The original plan was to sculpt onto the original arms after I cut off the wings, but they kept bumping into the head, so I opted to completely resculpt them.

Now they can still turn their head, but that's the only point of articulation. I really should have sanded it more, you can really see the texture still in the clay, but such as it is.

The collar isn't the most elegant thing in the world, but at least it's there~ It's also disappointing that I couldn't get the edges of her screen completely straight and even, but it is what it is.

Overall, I think it's a decent recreation of the original design, even if the purples aren't quite right.

I should take a pic of them next to my other GAB recreations so y'all can really see the difference in scale. I believe this is the smallest GAB I've made so far, and also the only one that has the big heart-shaped tail~

Next is the Karrot-98, Kun3h0's magical drill. I don't have any "before" pictures, but it's made from another accessory that came with the doll, a little clay, and a piping tip that I had lying around + extras.

I don't have a set design for the Karrot yet, so I just kinda painted it with colors I already mixed. When Kun3h0's holding it, it does kinda get lost in the pinks of her outfit, but by itself I think it looks fine. If I come up with a better color scheme for it, then maybe I'll repaint it.

Next, I completely re-did her top. This time, I doused all the fabric in fray-check first to keep it from pulling apart while I was sewing it together, and I completely redid the sleeves. Originally, I had painted the arm guards onto the sleeves because I didn't think of any other way to do it. This time I tried making them with craft foam to better replicate that they're supposed to be two different materials. I'd say it was mostly successful.

Since it's kind of a pain to slip the sleeve into the guards, I don't have any pics of the top without them on, but the sleeves are more form fitting, so the top looks more like a proper tracksuit without the guards on. It's a slightly better look than the original IMO, but it's still not perfect: the guards are basically like a Miku sleeve, so you can still see into them even though the only opening is supposed to be through the cuff (which are barely visible in this pic, but they can stick out for a more accurate look.)

I would show the new top next to the old one, but I kinda destroyed the old one trying to test ideas for this new one XP (in fact, the collar IS from the old one, I just ripped it off and reapplied it to this one).

Lastly, I fixed her wig a little bit.

I don't have pics of it, but I just stuck some velcro to her scalp and the inside of the wig, so now it should stop slipping off while still being removable.

I'm just against completely gluing it down because I still have a lot of yarn left from this project, so I would eventually like to make her some alternate hairstyle wigs just to use up the yarn.

Now I feel pretty confident in saying that she's actually "done." There are a few places that I could touch up with paint, but as for "making" anything else for this doll, I did everything I really wanted to do.

Admittedly, Kun3h0 is one of my most self-indulgent designs (as though everything I make isn't in some way self-indulgent), so to have a physical object which embodies so much of what I like, truly satisfies me. We'll see if I still feel that way about her a week from now, but at the moment, she is the culmination of almost every creative skill I have, and I'm very pleased with the results of that effort, more so than possibly anything else I've ever made~ <3

I may post more pics of her when I can actually dedicate some time to making a proper scene and/or backdrop. There's a lot of little details that I like that I haven't really taken pics of. I dunno if I have the courage to do it, but it'd be cool to take some pics in an actual arcade with her~

#gbunny makes #gbunny draws #OCs #kun3h0 #GAB #custom doll #doll custom #ooak doll #i'll post about the other one soon #he just has one last thing that I'm working on #and i can probably finish it tomorrow #(or later today since i'm queueing this post) #maybe i've already posted about it by the time this post goes up

[flamigoat]

Lights, Camera, Actions!

Part 1- 🎬

Next Part

Pairings: Rabbid Peach x Rayman

Characters: Rabbid Peach, Rayman, Beep-O

Themes: Friendship, Romance, Humor, Hurt Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Talks of kissing, negative thoughts about appearance, spit, Rayman licking his hand to fix his hair (gross but it makes sense in the context of the fic I swear guys T-T), and a bunch of cute romantic shenanigans

Plot: Rayman and Rabbid Peach are offered to film a kiss scene for Beep-O’s movie, “The Wrath of the Phantom!”, an action drama retelling with a surprising romantic twist! Rayman looks uncomfortable by this but tries to push through it. Peaches is curious as to why and confronts him about it.

It’s been a few months since Beep-O, Rabbid Peach, Rabbid Mario, and Rayman moved in together. Beep-O landed a job as a movie director for the Space Opera Network after his screenplay, “The Wrath of the Phantom” was approved as an action-romance based on their encounter with the Phantom alongside Rayman. His friends volunteered to play the starring roles to cut the budget and fund Rayman’s trip home to the Glade. Rayman plays the role of the main character, while Rabbid Peach and Rabbid Mario are the supporting characters. In particular, Rabbid Peach and Rayman are supposed to have a romantic storyline throughout the movie. In most scenes, they’d be able to skirt around the romantic atmosphere and laugh off Beep-O’s fanfic-like writing. Rabbid Peach could tell that today was different when the robot excitedly floated toward her and Rayman.

Beep-O: “Rayman! Rabbid Peach! I have a proposition for you two for an upcoming scene! I think it will boost audience ratings exponentially if you’d like to hear me out, that is.”

Rayman excitedly perks up, “Ooooo! Does it include stunts? Me and Peaches still have some battle maneuvers we’ve been practicing. It would look great on camera!”

Rabbid Peach joins in on Rayman’s excitement about the idea. They had been practicing that maneuver for a while, Rayman would pick her up and drop her from the air then, she would fire at their opponents with her Triple Troll weapon! She imagines a shot of herself dramatically emerging from a cloud of smoke, flipping her hair confidently as she stands over her defeated enemies! Oh, she guesses Rayman would be there too. They could improvise something for him to do in the scene, he’s always been good at playing things up for the camera! Maybe he’ll swoop in to back her up! That would be cool!

Rabbid Peach remembers she had some videos of similar battle maneuvers they tried before! Maybe they could recreate them? She quickly scrolls through them. Signaling Rayman and Beep-O to look at them. She finds one Beep-O filmed on his tacti-cam, they could totally try that one out! She looks over towards Rayman to confirm if he likes it.

Rabbid Peach asks, “What do you think of this one you guys? I feel like the choreography would work pretty well!”

Rayman replies, “Yeah!!! That one’s awesome! We could probably change the poses a little bit. It’ll make the scene look authentic taking from our actual battles though! Great idea!”

Beep-O nods politely at their eagerness, “Hmmm, well that is a wonderful idea, but I was thinking of something of…a different mood to do.”

The thingamajig is still leaning over his rabbid friend’s shoulder looking at her phone, not making eye contact with the robot. When Rabbid Peach looks up to pay attention he looks over, confused. He asks, “Oh. What were you thinking?”.

Beep-O pipes up, “Well, I think it would be quite romantic if we were to add a kiss scene between you two! The audience would go crazy for it! Picture this! Rayman, a former enemy of the rabbids, sharing a kiss with Rabbid Peach, a beloved rabbid hero of the Mushroom Kingdom! It’s just teeming with dramatic potential! They would love it!!! What do you two think?”.

Rayman and Rabbid Peach stare at Beep-O wide-eyed, letting out a collective, “Huh?” in shock.

While surprised, Rabbid Peach agreed with her robot friend. They were playing a romance, so she figured that there was going to be potential to have a kiss scene. Plus the audience would eat it up! She and Rayman always liked them in their favorite romance movies. He was no Mario in her eyes, but at least he was handsome in his own right! Not as bad as the scenario could be when she has to kiss someone. She hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward kissing her friend though. Ew, she hopes to Rosalina that it’s not!

Peaches turned to her friend to gauge his reaction to the news…he looked nervous. Uncomfortable, even. For a moment, she noticed his snout wrinkled a bit at Beep-O’s words. He immediately covers up his displeasure with a familiar fake smile. Peaches recognizes this one. Okay, for sure something's wrong.

Rayman stammers out, “Sure! I think I’d be able to do that. …Are you okay with that Peaches?”

Rayman gives Peaches a pleading look at her response to this question. A shaky smile on his face. Oh, so you’re gonna make me do the rejection, huh Ray?, she thought.

“Hmm…I don’t know Beep-O. Maybe give us some time to think about it? Me and Ray can talk about it over the break! Plus, I need to fix up my hair for the next scene. Mind if you take me over to the dressing room Ray? I think I need to touch up your hair too. It’s looking a little rough.”

Rayman replies, not picking up on the message his friend was trying to put down, “I can fix it up myself-”

Peaches pokes his shoe with her foot, hoping to get him to play along. He finally realizes what she’s doing. And tenses up.

“I mean- Yes! Let’s head over to the dressing room! To fix our hair. Yes.”

Very subtle Ramon, Peaches thought.

Beep-O looks at them with gratitude in his voice, “Thanks guys! I’ll get the next scene prepared. Just let me know when you guys are finished, alright? Be ready in at least an hour! Bye-bye!”. The robot excitedly floats off to the set, rapidly directing the set workers to prepare for the next scene.

Rayman and Rabbid Peach shuffle off to the dressing room, Peaches scans the room to see if there could be anyone eavesdropping on them in the room before she brings in Rayman. She didn’t want anyone to hear what she needed to discuss with Rayman. She wouldn’t be able to get him to open up if there was even the chance of someone listening in on them. He’d be too embarrassed. I hope he’s okay, she thought.

Peaches sat in one of the fancy red leather vanity chairs in front of the mirror. From it, she sets up her hair iron to touch up their hair. They did need to fix themselves up after filming most of the day. She noticed Rayman standing to the side awkwardly, he seemed tense knowing they would have to talk about what happened. At least he’s not faking positivity like earlier.

Peaches pats the chair next to her, inviting Rayman to sit. He does, enjoying the sudden swerve of the chair as he sits in it. He begins pushing against the ground to turn it around faster, back and forth, making Peaches giggle. The creaks of the old vanity chair echo in the dusty dressing room.

Peaches chuckled, “Did you not know they spin?”

Rayman replies, giggling, “Hahaha! No! We don’t have technology like this back in the Glade, or at the apartment either.”

She forgot he hadn’t been staying on this planet for that long. Back at her home, not in the Mushroom Kingdom, she got used to technology similar to this one. She couldn’t imagine experiencing these things for the first time! Rayman is so funny to her. The way he can get so excited about the littlest things and make the most stagnant rooms fun.

Rabbid Peach gestures toward the lever on Rayman’s chair, “Ya’know you can adjust the height of them too?”

“Woah! Hold on, hold on. Lemme try it!”

Rayman pressed down on the lever she gestured toward.

“EGADS!”

He must’ve pressed down too hard, since the chair quickly slid down to the base of it, startling the thingamajig! His shoes made a loud CLACK as they smacked against the floor, the sound resonating in the room. This made Rabbid Peach cackle out laughing in response.

Rabbid Peach: “BWAHAHAAH!! NO! No, Rayman, you have to be more gentle than that! Here, lemme help you. Get up for a minute.”

She approached him, leaning down to fix his chair as he got up. His hand brushed against her side as she walked past him. It was warm. It’s not often that he doesn’t wear his gloves. His hand was much more rough than she expected. Maybe she should take him to get a manicure sometime with her? That would be fun! They could make a day out of it.

After tweaking the chair’s height, Peaches fixed it and motioned for him to sit again.

Peaches: “Alright it’s all good to go! Pfft- Try not to break it this time okay?”

Rayman gently batted her side at her comment, gasping dramatically as if he was offended. “What! You’re the one who suggested changing the height! What did you expect? Me to not try it out?!?”

He giggled as he sat in the chair again. At least that picked up his mood a bit, Rabbid Peach thought. She sat back in her chair too, facing the vanity, and picked up her iron now that it was warmed up enough. She ran it through her hair, straightening out the curls she accumulated throughout the day. It was getting harder to keep up with it now that she started growing it out herself. Princess Peach’s magic works wonders, that’s for sure!

Rayman swivels around his chair to stare at her as she does her hair. She felt a bit flustered at him staring at her so intently, as she could see him through the mirror staring at her. At the moment, she’s not sure that Rayman has picked up on the fact that she sees him staring. Or if he even cares about it. She breaks the tension by asking him the question he’s probably been dreading.

“So, what was that about back there? Can we talk about it?”

Rayman froze, looking downwards with an unreadable expression. He fidgets with his hands as he turns away from her.

“Yeah, we can.”

Rabbid Peach stops straightening her hair, putting the iron down. She swivels the chair over by carefully kicking off the vanity since her feet do not touch the ground. She wants to give her attention to her friend right now. She can worry about her hair later. She gently lays her hand on his hands. He stops fumbling with his fingers and looks at her.

Rabbid Peach: “It’s okay if you don’t want to kiss me, Rayman. I’m not going to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Alright?”

Rayman paused, before saying, “It’s not that. The reason is just…kinda personal, okay?”

“...”

“I- I’ve never kissed anyone before. Embarrassing, right?”

Oh. Well, that’s not too bad, Peaches thought. They could always practice beforehand, right?

“That’s not bad Ray! We could always practice if that makes you more comfortable.”

The thingamajig’s face seemed to redden a bit at her statement. Oh shoot, was that too forward? Then he turned away, looking a bit sad.

After a pause, he said, “Aren’t you afraid of what the audience will think if we do?”.

Rabbid Peach’s face scrunched up in confusion. What does he mean by that? They’re both attractive, so what’s the big deal?

“What do you mean by that?” Rabbid Peach asked.

Rayman turns his face away from her and to the mirror, staring at himself in it. He touches his face, tracing over his prominent eyebags with his fingers. He seemed bothered by something. What was it? The thingamajig laughs weakly while looking at himself.

After a pause, he said, “The audience would probably hate that we’d kiss. I mean, it’s not like me and the rabbids are all on good terms either! They probably still hate me. What- what if they hate you too if we do this? I can’t let that happen!”

Rayman’s voice gets even more broken as he speaks as if he’s holding back a sob, but trying desperately to keep it in. Peaches keeps listening to him, too stunned at what he was saying to speak. Was he worried about this the whole time they were filming? How come she’d never noticed?

“I mean, c’mon Peaches, how would even I be able to kiss you? I have this big dumb snout in the way! I mean, who would even want to kiss someone like me anyway? Don’t you think? Look at me!”

His voice crumbles and quiets when he says, “Compared to you, I’m just some…ugly, limbless, stupid-!”

“Don’t you ever say that Rayman.”.

She hated hearing her friend talk about himself like that. That’s not true. It wasn’t. He was handsome, he was smart, he was funny, considerate, and so many more things! It was sad to hear that he felt like that towards himself.

She held the man's hands tighter, a strong, but welcome touch. His face turns to face Rabbid Peach, staring intently into her eyes. His bright brown eyes were watering a bit, turning slightly into a blue color.

“Ray. You are beautiful, okay? You are handsome, brave, funny, smart, considerate, and you’re a hero! The Hero of the Glade for crying out loud!! People like you and the rabbids will too, no matter what scene we film out there. Once they see you with us, see you perform, they will see you for who you are! This is our chance to change things, and we should take it! If anyone says anything about it, I will kick their butts! I swear by it! So never. And I mean never! Talk like that about yourself again. Got it?”

Rayman’s hands shifted, holding Peaches’s hands gently, rubbing circles into her palms. They’d never held hands this closely before. She felt flustered at his gentle touch, suddenly becoming fixated on the way his fingers felt on her palm.

Peaches said with conviction, “And- for the record, I think your snout is cute!”.

He sniffles, a tear drifting down his face. “Thanks, Peaches. I, really needed to hear that today.” A shaky, yet warm smile appeared on his face. The thingamajig held her hands tighter, leaning his face closer to Peaches. The rabbid felt a hot blush hit her face and ears at his closeness. She could feel his warm breath blow against the fur of her face. It smelled faintly like mint, and a bit of plum.

She had to change the subject, now. Before she did anything rash.

She pulls away from him softly, subtly returning to the safety of doing her hair. The heat radiating off the iron did not help how hot she already felt. He seemed so disappointed that she pulled away from him. She cleared her throat and proposed an idea for Rayman.

“Ahem! So, I had an idea. Maybe we could make cues for how you feel when shooting the scene? For example, um.”

Peaches’s eyes analyzed the body of her friend, wondering what visual cue he could make to communicate to her if he was okay with the kiss. The thought of kissing him did not ease her feelings, her ears becoming redder at the thought. Hopefully, they weren’t too obvious! Ew, ew ew that would be so embarrassing for her! Think! What cues could he do?

His hair would be too obvious for the camera. So would his snout and mouth, as they’d be the focus of the shot. She looked towards his hands. That’s it!

“What about your hands? Maybe you can tap my side if you want to do the kiss. That’d be a pretty subtle touch, don’t you think?”

Rayman nodded at her idea. Joining in with an idea of his own. “Oh! And you can twitch your ears if you are okay with the kiss! That sounds great!”

Rabbid Peach twitched her ears. It was pretty easy and subtle. Perfect!

Rabbid Peach: “Great! It’s a plan then! We’ve got this Ray!”

Rayman: “Yeah!”

Rayman pumped his fists in the air in excitement about the plan. His hair poofed up a bit at the movement. Cute, Rabbid Peach thought.

“Alright Ray, once I’m done I’ll fix up your hair a bit. Promise me that if you get too uncomfortable about it we can talk to Beep-O. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind too much if we can’t do it-.”

Her talking is cut off by a loud slurping sound next to her. Rayman was attempting to fix his hair by licking his hand and running through his hair. EW.

“Ramon. You are not doing that on my watch. It’s gross!”

“What? But it’s faster this way! This is what I do all the time! Plus it makes me look handsome~, as you said.”, Rayman teased.

He got her there. He did look handsome fixing his hair. She thought of all the times he did it at the beginning of their battles, brushing his hair back, only to have it cartoonishly boing back up.

“Here, I’ll show you.”

Her thoughts were broken by Rayman’s gross wet hand moving towards her, a mischievous look on his face. She knew what he was thinking, put down the iron gently on the vanity, and booked it out the door. She slammed the door shut as she left, hoping to get ahead of the thingamajig. Her friend sprinted after her, slamming open the door she closed in his pursuit.

“BWAHAHAHA!! NO. NO. NO. Rayman don’t you DARE touch me!! Eek!”

His hand floated quickly past her, slamming into the wall behind her. She was lucky she dodged out of the way just in time. He stands in front of her, breathing heavily with all the effort he went through to catch up to her. He looked tired but determined by the chance to mess with his friend. Fine, if he wants to play this game, she’ll just have to keep running! She slides away from him in between where his legs should be. Continuing her sprint down the hall. She could hear the rapid thumping of Rayman’s shoes behind her.

The pair go from set to set in an almost never-ending chase, startling the all rabbids they ran by. Every time Rayman tried to catch her, she’d get away. Whenever she got away, he would always catch up. Rabbid Peach enjoys his competitive nature. She always had. It was fun to play these games with him.

At some point, she knew they could not do this any longer. They were getting exhausted. She ran up on a set familiar to her, tripped on a prop, and fell to the ground. Rayman ran up to the stage, pouncing on top of her and quickly pinning her to the stage floor with his hands. They stared at each other, breathing heavily, the adrenaline of the chase starting to wear down. It made them feel like it was just them in the room.

“*Wheeze*. Looks like- hah- I finally caught you, huh?”

“Yeah, hah- I guess you did. Hehehe!”

The two were startled by the sudden familiar voice of their friend Beep-O.

“Are- we interrupting something here you guys?”

The whole crew was staring at them. Of course, out of all the sets they could choose, it had to be the one they had to be at! A wave of embarrassment hit Rabbid Peach as she noticed some head directors there too. Guess they were excited about the potential of the kiss scene too. She needed to straighten herself up, now!!

Rayman seemed stunned, still looking at Rabbid Peach, positioned over her. Like he was in a daze. She crawls out from under him, quickly dusting herself off. Once she does, her friend snaps out of it and stands up beside her. Awkwardly shoving his hands into his hoodie.

Rabbid Peach: “Nope! We’re fine Beep-O! Don’t worry about it too much. Hahaha!”

The robot looks her up and down when she says that. A confused expression on his face.

Beep-O: “Okay…? Are you guys ready to film yet? It’s almost time.”

Rabbid Peach: “In a minute. I’ve gotta fix myself up first. It’ll only take a second!”

Beep-O raises an eyebrow on his face screen. Looking her up and down.

Beep-O: “I thought you guys left to do that?”

Crap. He got her there. Yeah…she’s got nothing to backup that statement. They did waste a lot of time with their game of cat and mouse.

Beep-O: “Alright…well, I’ll leave you to it. Be ready soon, okay?”

The robot floats off to the set, helping the set workers coordinate the props on set.

Ugh! Now she’s going to have to film the scene looking like a mess!!! Unless…

The rabbid looks defeatedly at her friend Rayman. He seemed like he had a lot on his mind. Tapping his foot as he stood there. Her gaze pans to the hand in his hoodie pocket. This was her only option. She had to trust him.

“Ray.”

The limbless looks over at her, suddenly snapping out of the shock he was in.

“Oh! What’s up Peaches?”

“Sigh. Can you fix up my hair? Please?”

Rayman gets an overly smug look on his face. Pulling his hand out of his hoodie pocket and cradling his chin with it, pretending to look conflicted.

“Hmmm. I don’t know if I can Peaches. You did say it was…what did you say, oh yeah, gross? I just don’t know if you trust my expertise in hair care.” he says teasingly.

While she wasn’t in the mood to be teased in front of the directors, after she saw the joyful look on his face, she couldn’t get mad at him. You’ve gotta make it difficult for me, huh Ramon? Peaches thought. Oh well, this could be a chance to get her hair done and butter Rayman up a bit before the filming. He needed a confidence boost after all!

Rabbid Peach waved her hand around, rolling her eyes. She says playfully, “Ugh! Fine, I’m sorry Ray. I stand by the fact it’s a little gross, but I can admit that it works great! I mean it works wonders for your hair.” She lightly smacks her friend on the back after that comment.

He recoils from the smack, but shies away from her gaze, his face becoming a bit red at the comment. “Heh, thanks Peaches.”. A goofy grin on his face. She’s glad that made him happy. She meant what she said. She hopes someday he can believe it for himself too.

“Alright! Let’s get that hair fixed up. Ready Peaches?”

The thingamajig licks his hand again and moves it toward her hair. The moment Rabbid Peach dreaded is approaching. She cringes and closes her eyes, getting ready for him to immediately touch her. After a few seconds, she opens her eyes, realizing he hasn’t touched her yet. As if he was waiting for something.

Oh, right. She hasn’t said it was okay yet to touch her. She felt touched that he considered that. Her body stops tensing up. He was just trying to help her. She just had to be brave about it. She’s not afraid of a little spit! She’s seen worse!

“Oh! I’m ready now Ray. Heh, sorry.”

“It’s alright Peaches, just wanted to check first.”

She felt his wet hand gently run through her hair, smoothing out any pieces of hair out of place. Huh, it doesn’t feel as bad as she thought. It’s almost like a hair stylist washing your hair. Hmm, maybe thingamajig spit is meant for grooming their hair. That’s pretty cool! She’d have to ask him later.

“Aaaaand- finished! Tadahhhh!”

Peaches held up her phone to look at herself through the selfie camera. Her hair looked…pretty. Like, really good actually!!! She stood there, her mouth agape, patting her hair carefully, afraid to ruin it. How did he do this? It was so impressive and-. Now she won’t look like a mess in front of the directors! Oh, thank Rosalina!!

“Rayman!! Oh my gosh! Thank you so so much!!”

Peaches hugs Rayman tightly in her excitement, picking him up slightly off the ground and spinning around joyfully.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

Rayman wraps his hands around Peaches, holding onto her shoulders, so as to not touch her newly done hair. His floating feet swung wildly in the air.

“Hahaha! Okay, okay! I’m glad you like it! Now put me down silly!”

Rabbid Peach puts him back down on the ground. The two smile warmly at each other. Until a loud voice cuts them off over a megaphone.

Beep-O: “ALRIGHT EVERYONE!! We will begin filming in five minutes! Please get ready!”

The pair of friends looked at each other as they rushed off to the set. As they hurriedly put on their costumes, their friend Beep-O approaches them.

“So, did you guys decide if you are comfortable with the kiss idea? No pressure to do it if you two do not want to! Since the scene is already scripted you might have to improvise. Remember this is the first take, so do not worry if you mess up. Just remember we need to impress because the head directors are here and-”

Rayman and Rabbid Peach share a look at each other as their robot friend rambles. Rabbid Peach flicks her ears at Rayman, cueing that she’s comfortable with doing the kiss. Rayman taps her side with a gloved hand. Meaning that he wants to do it as well.

Wow. We’re doing this, huh? Peaches thought.

The two share a nod and cut off Beep-O’s panicked rant.

Rabbid Peach: “We’ve decided we want to do the kiss scene.”

Beep-O: “I mean I completely understand if-. Wait. What.”

Rayman says confidently, “We’re ready to do the kiss scene. It’ll go great with the movie! I’m sure the audience will love it, like you said, and-”.

Rayman is cut off by a shrill sheik coming from their robot friend, almost like his program has hit a fatal error. Rabbid Peach’s fur stands on end from the sudden sound. Rayman recoils back from the noise waving a hand in front of his rabbid friend to protect her in case he explodes or something.

“WONDERFUL!! OH ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!! THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!! EEEEEEEEEE!!! OH THIS WILL GO GREAT IN THE MOVIE! Gasp! I NEED TO TELL THE HEAD DIRECTORS. NOW.”

Beep-O flies throughout the set, commanding everyone to get in their places before excitedly heading off to the head directors of The Space Opera Network. Once finished, he flies over the set.

“Alright, everyone! Places people! Places! We start in a minute!”

Rabbid Peach and Rayman share a knowing look, snorting out a chuckle at the events they just witnessed. Rayman takes the hand he waved out in front of Rabbid Peach and drifts it next to hers. She takes it in her grasp, holding it tightly. They step forward together, confidently walking towards the stage.

We’ve got this! Let’s get this scene started!

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And that’s it for Part 1! I hope you guys enjoyed. As much as I like to write a romance between these two, I enjoy writing their friendship too! So, I hope you guys liked the platonic side of it too. It’s so cute to me. I adore them so much. 🧡💖

This fanfic was so fun to write! Look forward to more in the future.

These characters do not belong to me. :)

#phantom roommates au #flams fics #Rayman #rabbid peach #beep o #beep 0 #peachray #raypeach #rayeach #rayman x rabbid peach #rabbid peach x Rayman #rayman in the phantom show #mario and rabbids #mario rabbids fanart #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #raving rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario and rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #rayman fanfic

[beevean]

And onto Rush Adventure now:

-Tbh at first i wasnt sold on the materials grinding for ships but later liked how it gives you a reason to improve your scores on the levels so you can get more. Idk i usually dont care abt scores but w the external motivation? Yea

-Same w the misions, good way to have lil extra stuff to do (that said why did they block the sound mode songs behind misions. Game pls my internet makes opening youtube an odyssey and now this too? Cruelty 😔)

-Oh and also the ship minigames! Its fun to have a map you can explore, and the races w Jhonny for the chaos emeralds are way better than the Surely Existing special levels (also srry if i got his name wrong lmao)

-Onto the soundtrack; its more broad compared to rush, and each song does matches well the enviroment. I like the tropical coastal vibes of the main town n training level, and oh man. Sky babylon and deep core my beloveds who literally got engraved in my neurons so hard i was struggling reading hours later bc the darn tunes kept playing in the background of my skull. Well scratch that all the tunes keep playing on the bg of my skull rn, what kind of eldritch curse is this). So yes good ost 👍

-Overall the aesthetic n vibes are also more broad with that tropical relax overtone, its quite nice. The difficulty is also way more forgiving (i mean i played on easy but that's the mode the game came in) and the tutorials with the controls are helpful (yes i struggled with the jump dash in the previous game how can you tell)

- The story is also more calm and silly goofy but in a good way (can def see what ppl mean by the diff eras in sonic writing there). I also liked Whisker being the main but kinda dumb villain for funnies vs the eggmans being a bigger threat)

-I liked the scene in the coral cave where Blaze appears bc my mind was half "haha i knew we were in Blaze's world, neat" and " weeee hi Blaze, game of the year :D"

-Marine was also neat, liked her silly dynamic of cheerful kid who is a bit too full of herself and is kind of a brat abt it, and how she later learns to admit her own limits :) And the koala villagers were neat too i like their designs :)

Overall thank you for letting me ramble into your ask box abt these games, its been fun :D

lmao yeah it's a nice incentive! I think the only other game that gives you a reward with higher ranks is Unwiished (another Dimps game), where the higher the rank the more medals you get.

also sonic 🤝 hector:having to earn their crafting materials

The missions are a good way to extend the gameplay, but IIRC some of the Sol Emerald missions were brutal... I have flashes of the Blizzard Peak mission.

The waterbike was genuinely really fun and I hated that it was considered the "worst" vehicle for travel :( I don't like the submarine, let me travel the world on my tiny waterbike while the best music plays :( also yeah the Special Stages with Johnny are original! Certainly more than Half Pipe 50.0

SRA'S OST was composed by veterans Tomoya Ohtani and Mariko Nanba while trying to recreate Naganuma's style. Definitely unique and underrated. Sky Babylon used to be my favorite too! But there are so many tracks that IMO deserve more love, like Haunted Ship, Blizzard Peaks, the boss theme and Whiskers & Johnny <3

Funny to think SRA came out one year after '06, widely criticized at the time for being too melodramatic :P Whiskers is also a nice case of Eggman being the twist villain for once! Although the credits of the "bad" ending spoil him and Nega, lol. Not that Whiskers looks mysterious himself... eh you get it.

Marine seems to have been reevaluated recently, like many things from the 2000s. I remember that back then no one could stand her and her Aussie accent lmao, precisely because she was an annoying brat. She is still mildly underrated, but I think the modern fandom generally "forgave" her because they understood that she was meant to be a foil for Tails, who is more insecure.

(two fun facts: in some countries, SRA initially got a 12+ rating because Marine says "bugger", which is pretty mild for Aussie slang but is much stronger for American standards. Also, Marine is Australian because in original she speaks in Kansai-ben, and I guess that was a way to recreate the cultural connotations! That and koalas :P)

You're welcome, you're free to rant at any time <3

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic rush adventure

[sleekervae]

Yoü & I [1.6]

Masterlist

A/N: I hate everybody in the entire fucking world... except you guys. you guys are cool ;)

Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of conflict

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Charlotte's page looked like an ink bomb had been set off. She was writing mid-lyric when the pen had decided to snap and thin black ink splattered everywhere; on the journal, on the desk, ever on her nice moppy jeans.

"Son of a bitch!" she quickly grabbed a rag from her bathroom, soaked it in hot water and scrubbed vigorously at her jeans. It was just so happened the ink landed over her crotch, and as she scrubbed the water seeped in and made it look like Charlotte had an accident of a different sort.

As she tried to get the ink out, the door to her bedroom swung open and Maria, Chloe, and Kimberly came sauntering in; all stopping dead when they saw the wet stain in Charlotte's crotch. 

Chloe smirked, "We interrupting your good time, Lottie?" 

Charlotte glared back at her, "My pen broke and got all over my favorite fucking jeans, and I'm trying to clean them," she grumbled, "Get your mind out of Cosmopolitan,"

Kimberly's face contorted into horror, "No! Those are the moppy ones we found at Vintage Thrift?" Charlotte nodded solemnly, "Fuck, dude!"

Maria rolled her eyes, "Whatever, they're pants. Just throw them in the wash and put on a new pair. C'mon, we're gonna' be late!" 

The girls had booked a studio session to discuss and start the blueprints for their next album. And unfortunately, Charlotte had a key song in her journal that was now blanketed in ink puddles. The lyrics were gone. 

Nevertheless, the girls still had a menagerie of work to pick from, having compiled a good chunk of writing between the four of them. The challenge would be piecing it all together to form the next album. There was always a fear in creating the second album, and what most artists ended up doing with trying to recreate the same success with the same formulas that had made their first album successful. Charlotte didn't believe in those types of do-overs; if you wanted to stand out you had to be different from everybody else.

Changed into a new pair of jeans, Charlotte and the girls sat on stools and small couches, instruments in laps and books thrown on the workbench as they discussed which directions to take. And no matter what, Charlotte's cursed song always came out leading the charge.

"I just think it's really sexy," Maria confessed when discussed 'You & I', "If we integrate a heavy bass line, it could be like Do I Wanna Know 's badass female cousin,"

"You hear that, Lottie?" Chloe piped up, "You're writing Arctic Monkeys quality shit!"

Charlotte blushed, "I'm pretty far from that level, but okay," 

Kimberly shuffled up in her stool, "I agree with the girls. That being said Char, if you're not comfortable putting the song out just yet, it's okay. We can work around it,"

"Hell, who's to say people will even figure out it's about Hemorrhoid?" Chloe said, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

Maria glared over at her, unimpressed, "Why are you like this?"

Charlotte could understand where the girls were coming from, and the more she read over the words the more she could hear, feel the sound and energy it radiated. It was a passionate, desperate song that was edgy and heartfelt and frustrated. It was a song that she poured her emotions into, and it wasn't necessarily the emotional stint that terrified her. It was what everyone would think, perceive when they'd hear it.

"Look, I'm gonna' think about it," she admitted, flipping through her ink-wrinkled journal to her recently finished song 'Doctor Doctor', "I think this should be a contender, too," 

Meanwhile, crossing the country to the West coast the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer were sitting in a studio, listening to the demo they would record over for their new song. It was something written for them -- as opposed to something they wrote themselves -- for a new movie coming out in the summer, Ghostbusters.

If the marketing team played their cards right, and the movie was a mass success as producers had predicted, then 'Girls Talk Boys' would be the summer smash of the year. They liked the retro vibe and Ashton and Michael were already excited at the prospect of paying homage to one of their favorite movies. 

Going in two different directions, the bands spent the rest of the week planning, directing, and beginning to track for their new singles. The label wanted Catch the Caper's new song to be released somewhere between September-November, so the girls had a lot of work to do on top of their tour. 

Leaving to go back to LA was harder for Maria and Kimberly than it was for Chloe and Charlotte. Chloe had a bit of a strained relationship with her dad since she'd come out, so she didn't exactly have a happy-household to go back to. As for Charlotte, as much as she loved her mom, she could only take so much of her. And she made Troy promise to stay out of trouble. 

"Don't worry, you won't hear hyde nor hair of me," he said.

"That's see hyde or hair, smartass," she ruffled his scruffy hair, "And try not to piss mom off too much," 

Troy scowled, "Mom gets pissed off if I butter the bread wrong," 

The flight to LAX was shorter this time around, Charlotte figured it was probably because her mind was racing. Her long fingers tapped along the chair arm in time to the beat of 'Doctor Doctor' playing in her head. The song wasn't as passion-driven as 'You & I' yet it embodied the misery and heartbreak Charlotte was wallowing in months ago. 

God, Ben dumped her nearly six months ago, and look at her now. 

She waited patiently in the elevator, hauled her bag in tow behind her and threw the door to her little apartment open. It smelled of grapefruit and linen, just as she left it. The curtains were still drawn to close out any prying eyes. 

Tired, Charlotte didn't even bother bringing her bag to the bedroom, she simply shed off her coat and went to the couch, immediately falling backwards into the soft material. However, she was reasonably startled when she found she landed on a body.

"What the hell?!" she shrieked and shot up. But to her surprise -- and dismay -- Luke was sprawled out over her couch, just as terrified as she was. 

"Well, bloody fuck! Good to see you too, Shorty!"

Charlotte's blood pressure quickly descended and she relaxed, "Luke, what the hell are you doing? You scared me half to death!"

"I didn't mean to! I knew you were coming back today," he grinned, "Did you miss me?"

"Dude, I've been stuck with you in South Asia for six weeks straight," Charlotte huffed, lightly punching him in his shoulder "... Of course I missed you," 

Luke was partially honest when he'd told Charlotte he just wanted to drop by. He did -- but he also wasn't too comfortable heading back home right now. He and Mel had another blow-up, but knowing how concerned Charlotte would become, he didn't say anything about it. Not that she didn't have her suspicions...

They agreed to order in a pizza and settle in for the evening. Charlotte had kicked off her shoes and had her feet propped on the coffee table while she ate her pizza happily. Luke meanwhile had her guitar sat in his lap and strummed the strings gently with his fingers. Dr. Who was playing in the background.

Charlotte threw her head back into the cushion, "Can't be bothered to go into the studio tomorrow, I'm too tired," she huffed. 

Luke smiled and continued playing the guitar, "Sounds more like a 'you' problem,"

"You have to come with me tomorrow," she pouted at him, "Terryn said so,"

"No she didn't," Luke chuckled. 

"No, she didn't," she shook her head, "But it's more fun when you're there," 

"We'll be in with the guys tomorrow, anyway," he said.

Charlotte's face lit up, "You're recording a new song?" 

"For that new Ghostbusters movie coming out. I think you're really gonna' like it," he said.

Charlotte readjusted so she sat perpendicular to him, "Let's hear it," 

Luke's face tinted a shade of pink, but he refused, "Sorry, not yet,"

"Seriously," she whined, "You're really gonna' make me wait until the demo tomorrow? I let you hear my new shit all the time,"

He poked her in the ribs, "Fair argument," he pulled the guitar forward and re-tuned some of the strings until they were in the key he needed, "Now, you're sworn to secrecy. You can't tell anybody I showed you this," 

"Knock it off. I'm gonna' listen to it tomorrow anyways, Tony Soprano," she replied.

Luke figured he was just trying to stall because he was nervous. He always was playing new music for Charlotte, and even though she knew he'd love anything he wrote there was always a small hint of anxiety plaguing him. Kind of like how she would get when she'd play music for him. 

He began playing an sang softly,

"When the girls, when the girls talk, When the girls talk boys,Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk, When the girls talk boys,"

Charlotte nodded along in time to the bouncy tempo he set,

"When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you say that I'm a sweetheart, do you say that I'm a freak? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? Do you tell them that you love me the way that I've been loving you? 'Cause every night you and I find ourselves, Kissing and touching like no one else, Falling and falling until I fell, For you"

Charlotte clapped as he finished, "You didn't write that, did you?" 

Luke froze momentarily, "How could you tell?" he asked.

"I just can. I know how you write," she shrugged, "Don't get me wrong, it's catchy. It just needs more... you. You guys need to put your spin on it," 

Luke knew where Charlotte was coming from, she never called him out from a bad place. She was right, she knew him just as well as the guys did. And even if they didn't write the song, she knew they'd still smash it. 

"You want to write a song?" he asked suddenly.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, "Right now?"

"Why not?" Luke shrugged.

She smiled happily, "Alright. Let's do it,"

Their creativity flowed right until two in the morning when they finally fell asleep. They were writing and rewriting, experimenting with new chords and melodies. They didn't name it, didn't have plans to take it to their producers, it was just something fun they could keep for themselves. It was a perfect combination of emotional angst and punk rock vandal rolled into one. 

Charlotte was a phenomenal songwriter, Luke wasn't sure how she did it half the time. The poetry she stitched together was so profound it sometimes had him near floored. Paired with the voice of an angel, Luke couldn't help but be captivated by her talent. The first time they had an all night writer's session, they came out on the other side with 'Outer Space'. Needless to say, Luke was exceedingly proud of that song just because of Charlotte's contributions. 

Luke never was much of a morning person. He was grumbling incoherently when Charlotte was already up and clunking around to make coffee.

"What if we just fucked off for the day and skipped the studio?" he groaned, pulling a pillow over his face.

"No, get up. And you can't complain about your tiredness, I just got off a damn plane," Charlotte replied.

"Five more minutes, Mum," he turned over. 

"Five more minutes?" Charlotte marched around to the couch, "You're the one that wanted to stay up and write a song,"

"You're the one that wanted me to sing in the first place," he mumbled back.

Charlotte placed her hands on her hips, an evil idea coming to mind. She grabbed the edge of the couch cushion and yanked it out from under him. Luke rolled and was suddenly lying flat on the wooden frame. 

"Ouch," 

"Time to get up, sweetie," Charlotte grinned, tossing the cushion to the floor, "And don't ever call me 'mom',"

Luke watched her circle back to the kitchenette, "How would you feel about 'Dad' then?" she flipped him off. 

He eventually managed to pull himself up and stretched out his back, an annoying little kink had formed overnight. He joined Charlotte at the counter for a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of shortbread cookies, fresh from the packet.

Charlotte stared at him tentatively as he sipped his coffee, "So... you uh... you want to talk about it?"

Luke glanced at her over the mug's rim, "Nope,"

"okay,"

♛♛♛

Ashton was curious when Luke showed up to the studio wearing the exact same outfit from yesterday, but he didn't press on about it. For now. 

The bands were supposed to be working in separate studios in the building, of course the separation didn't last long. They didn't mind, it was more the producers who had a problem with the constant interruption to work and the shenanigans that would take place. 

It was just before noon when Luke tore himself away from the mock guitar battle between Michael and Maria, his phone was buzzing. Melody texted him that she was downstairs with a change of clothes, coupled with an apology. 

No one really paid attention when he stepped out, all except for Charlotte who knew better. 

Calum and Michael were playing a demo of 'Girls Talk Boys' for the girls when Luke returned, freshly changed into a new flannel and skinny jeans. Trailing behind him was Melody, much to the girls chagrin. Nevertheless, they put on smiles as she entered.

"Hey! Long time no see!" Maria said. Charlotte and Kim stayed quiet.

"You mind if I hang out for a bit?" Melody asked.

"The more the merrier," Michael replied, giving away his spot on the couch for her, "The girls were about to play their new song for us,"

"You're getting first exclusive rights, here," Chloe said.

Her dark almond eyes lit up with intrigue, "Ooh, I'm down!"

Kim rolled her eyes.

They boys were thrilled to have a first listen on Catch the Caper's new song. The three boys crammed in together on the one couch while Michael sat on a rolley chair. Mel sat on the arm of the couch next t The girls were ready to play their first full performance of 'Doctor Doctor'. 

Luke gave her a subtle wink that made Charlotte's heart race, and she couldn't help but smile and blush.

"Alright," Kim started, "Now remember, no heckling until the song is over,"

"Shut up and play," Calum bit back. 

"Shut up and kiss my ass," Maria smirked. 

Despite the song being written about her breakup, Charlotte couldn't help but have Luke at the forefront of her mind. It was hard for her to look at him as she sang, let alone with her being right there, so she kept her gaze averted to the floor. Luke was just all that she could think about, every morning, ever show, every love song, every lyric they wrote together. Every time she looked at him she felt overwhelmingly happy to have him in her life.

"Just a heart broke bitch, high heels six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with In the back of the taxi sniffin' cocaine Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways" 

Ashton was the first to break into an overly enthusiastic round of applause, "Somebody get these girls a Grammy! Stat!"

"Oh, shut up, Ashton," Kim giggled. 

Calum was curious as he raised his hand, as though he was in school for some reason, "Hold on -- Lottie... have you actually done cocaine?"

Charlotte cocked a brow at him, sliding back, "Have you met me, Cal?"

"She's only addicted to Doctor Who," Chloe added.

Michael snorted, "Is that the 'Doctor' you're referring to?" he asked.

"Gosh, however did you know?"

The others gave praise where praise was do and near immediately they jumped back into developing their new songs. Charlotte noticed however that Melody had been a little too quiet since she finished singing.

#luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #michael clifford #michael 5sos #calum hood #calum 5sos #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5sos x reader #charlotte antonakis #original story #original female character #band blog #band imagines #band imagine blog

[duckapus]

Figured out how to implement Tari in my cinematic au.

Basically she's one of the Mario Bros' oldest friends back in Brooklyn and has been trying to figure out what happened to them (since they did in fact vanish off the face of the earth). During the adaptation of Super Mario Bros 3, SMG3 Chooses Chaos and not-so-subtly lures her into a warp pipe that dumps her into the Darklands, where she endures a near one-for-one recreation of Movie Luigi's arrival in the Darklands, except one of the Dry Bones eats her prosthetic arm (so she can get her Meta Runner arm later), the Snifits and Shy Guys who capture her actually have dialogue, and one of them -named Gerald- is very clearly Toast Guy and implied to be Like That because he used to be deployed in Dinosaur Land's Fuzzy Woods (if you know anything about Yoshi's Island you know which level I'm referencing).

Bowser has heard the Bros talk about her before and decides to use that connection to his advantage (I'll figure out how later), and in the meantime has her act as Professor E. Gadd's assistant. E. Gadd's been stuck as Bowser's prisoner/involuntary head of Research and Development for a few years, and he's the one who builds Tari's new arm. She continues to be his assistant after they're free, mostly because she doesn't really have anything else to do now that she's stranded in the Mushroom Kingdom.

...Also Tari and Saiko develop small crushes on each-other because I think the ship is cute.

Now, to figure out how the hell to make Melony...

#super mario #smg4 #triple mario bros au #yeah that's what i'm calling it now #tari smg4 #bowser #dry bones #snifit #shy guy #toast guy #yoshi's island #touch fuzzy get dizzy #professor e gadd #smg3 #saiko bichitaru #look a nerd with a missing arm is a lot easier to adapt into things than a hacker watermelon demigoddess #smg3 is at least a little evil no matter the universe #personally i like that The Trio Ever (mario meggy and Tari) are childhood friends in this. it's cute #the only reason i haven't pushed the tari/saiko agenda in the main au is because i can never think of a good episode idea for it to start i

[sheepkebby]

Completing Hard Rain on expert difficulty

I don't even have a witty tagline for this one, this was just terrible

Day 1.

Once again joined by Tabitha, most god gamer alive. Today Ellis is wearing an outfit called 'Neon Slasher'. No idea what it is but it looks dope as hell.

So the first map wasn't so bad, that's how it usually goes with this challenge. We only died once, but we had used up quite a few health kits. By the time we got to the saferoom we were all out. So uh, yeah we didn't have a lot of supplies going into the next map.

Still, we tried our best! On maybe our second or third attempt, I got a message from our very good friend Black who asked if he could play too. Hell, why not? A third human survivor oughta increase our odds, right?

Well, not under these circumstances.

Y'know how I told you we used up all our medkits before getting to this saferoom? Yeah, we really needed those. We decided pretty quickly that we should just restart the campaign from the beginning and try to save as much resources as possible.

Luckily, we did just that! We got to the saferoom again without dying and we had three health kits to spare!

Now came the real challenge. We had the supplies. We had the audacity. All we needed to do was get through the sugar mill, and the rest of the campaign would be smooth sailing... Hopefully.

Let me tell you man, it was rough. I don't know how many witches we startled but I do know that I'll have that terrifying choir music ringing in my ears forever. I think avoiding the witches is the most difficult part of this entire campaign, if not this entire expert challange.

It was nice to cuddle my homies in a corner in terror as the witch killed the bot, though. Love canoodling with my homies.

On one attempt, I threw a Molotov at a tank right when Tabitha got incapped. So... yeah, she burnt to death. My bad. I immediately got my karma though, as a smoker dragged me into my own fire. I didn't get a screenshot of it, but here's an artistic recreation of the scene.

At some point, Black threw a pipe bomb and it blew up almost this entire shed. Like, it's just a skeleton now. I don't know why but that was for some reason really funny to me. Look at it. He turned it into a gazebo.

On another attempt, I had accidentally friendly fired at Tabitha, incapping her. I then immediately friendly fired at Black after that, incapping him as well. I also somehow managed to startle a witch in the process. This all happened within the span of a few seconds. I don't know how I managed to fuck up this badly. I really don't. I swear to god I'm usually much better than this.

I didn't even fight the witch that was running towards me. I accepted my fate. This was my punishment for what I had done.

I swear not every death was my fault, we all had our fair share of fuckups. I just had to bring up my blunders because even though it was painful it was also kinda hilarious.

Thank god there's like 8 respawn closets on this map. Like, there was one around literally every corner. I've got no idea how many times we had to rescue each other, but I know we had at least one or two revivals per attempt.

At least whenever I died I got to look at Nick's amazing outfit. The pink and yellow glasses are really a serve. Absolute fashion king over here.

Sadly, after about 15 deaths, we had to call it for the night.

We managed to get to the bottom of the elevator once, but I died juuuust across the street from the gas station. Maybe if I had an adrenaline or a bit more health I could've made it. At least we know it's possible! If we can do it once, we can do it again.

We're all pretty certain the sugar mill is the most difficult part of the campaign, no way the run back or the finale would be more cruel than this.

I'll look up some strategies from other players who've attempted this, and we'll try again tomorrow. Stay tuned for part 2!

In the meantime, look at my spray. I completely forgot I had it LMAO

#long post #very long post #WE CAN DO THIS #PLEASE encourage us in the replies and tags #Thank you so much to those who've enjoyed reading my suffering and those who've said nice things #I appreciate all of you #Also feel free to ask for the link to any mods you see #kebby rambles #l4d2 #left 4 dead 2 #l4d #left 4 dead #valve #pain and suffering and crying and throwing up

[purplesimmer455]

Piper and Cam headed to the arts room after their last period classes. Cam sat and pondered some moves at a nearby chess table while Piper painted Cam, trying to recreate the serious look in her eyes, the way Cam bit her lip as she thought, and the way she would run her hand through her hair. Piper blushed as Cam looked up and gave her a smile. "I'm sorry about earlier, with Malaya." Cam added. "I just got kind of jealous seeing her wear that necklace with your name." Piper blinked. "It's alright." She said. "I, well this is stupid but I was worried that what if seeing her brought back all these feelings for you." Cam admitted. "I know you guys were friends as kids before you started dating, and she's so pretty and has good posture and-" Piper stopped Cam. "I don't feel that way about her anymore, Cammy. Well, before I met you at that party I was still thinking of Malaya occasionally, but I haven't really thought of her since we hung out at Sprucewood Square. Plus, ever since you kissed me, the only person I keep thinking of is you, and how much I want to woohoo with you again." She admitted in a rush. Cam smiled, and she added softly. "I want to woohoo again too, Pipes. You know, my mom and dad are leaving to visit my sis in Henford on Bagley this Friday and won't be back til Sunday night, you could come over that weekend." Her brown eyes sparkled mischievously at Piper, who blushed. "Cam." She said, playfully scandalized. She tried not to think about the woohoo possibility and the fact that even her non-strict moms wouldn't allow her to go to Cam’s parent-free house to woohoo the whole weekend. Cam's face turned serious. "Okay. But I'm glad to hear it, Pipes, because I like you a lot." Piper smiled. "I like you too." She said, and Cam got up and hugged Piper.

Plus, Cam headed to her locker to grab something, and came back with her promposal poster. Piper covered her hands with her mouth and grinned. "I do." She said. "But now I want donuts." She added. Cam gave Piper a smoldering look that Piper joked with her friend Darren that she must've perfected. "As you wish." She said, quoting Westley from the Princess bride. Piper had a huge crush on him, and although Cam had grumbled about it playfully, she loved teasing Piper by looking her in the eyes and saying the quote and liked the way Piper would blush and make a swoony expression at it, and she was making that same expression now as Cam looked into her eyes. “We can grab some donuts on the way home.” Cam added, and Piper reluctantly put away her art supplies and cleaned up before heading out with Cam. She wanted to just stay with Cam forever, but she knew her moms would lecture her for hours if she came home too late.

#ts4 #mysims #Piper Feldman-Chen #Cameron Kang

[karygurl]

what's there to celebrate? (ffxiv)

Takes place after the final quest of the base Shadowbringers expansion. Cassandra’s “victory” feels more like a failure.

Despite the late hour, the Crystarium was alight with lanterns and fireworks after the Scions and Exarch had returned. Drinks were on the house at the Wandering Stairs (much to Giott’s excitement), and the plazas were filled to the brim with people shouting and laughing and cheering. Beyond a barebones crew of sentries that were rotated several times during the night so that all could partake in the celebration, all of Lakeland had arrived to celebrate as well. It as a party like none Cassandra had ever seen. 

Ishgard, Doma, and Ala Mhigo all had celebrated amidst varied states of rubble. This, this sparkling place of hope, was a beautiful city already poised and ready for the chapters ahead. 

And Cassandra couldn’t bear to look at it.

All she could think of was another city, deep beneath the waves, hovering in its twilight at the precipice of disaster. It hadn’t mattered to her that it had been a recreation; it had happened. Those people, innocents, multitudes, had died. She’d beheld the entire world at her feet as it burned and suddenly all of Emet-Selch’s posturing and dramatics had made sense. He wanted it back, and he would do anything for his world.

So would she.

It didn’t make the loss any easier to swallow.

She knew his plans had to be stopped at any cost, but the loss of memory to history was something she couldn’t overcome. He had been one of a staggering few who remembered, who’d lived through it, not just the end of his own world but the end of several shards of the Source; all the horrors and joys and rises and falls of the ages, and he was someone who’d been there for it all, lived it himself.

Someone who looked at her and saw… what, exactly? She never did find out, though at times she could have sworn that there had been something inside of her drawn to him. And now the only one with the answers she sought was dead, at her own hands. The tears that had flowed freely down her cheeks as he'd died, smiling at her, confused her more than she could express, leaving a knot in her chest that had yet to ease.

So she remained standing on a quiet balcony overlooking the festivities below, and tried to keep out of sight. Her mind was too full, processing too much to be of much use to those who needed this moment to celebrate. They deserved better than a maudlin, distracted excuse for a “hero.” 

“Are the drinks not to your liking?” a voice piped up from behind her, nearly sending her over the railing. “Not that I’d blame you, if I didn’t know better I’d say Glynard is watering them down to make them stretch far enough to keep everyone in their cups.”

Thancred settled in next to her, his gaze drawn down to the attendees but she could feel his attention on her. As always, he missed nothing.

Cassandra watched him for a moment before her eyes returned to the reveling as well. 

The companionable silence stretched between them, the din from below a pleasant hum to Thancred’s ears. He’d watched her earlier when she’d done her best to try and participate in the proceedings. He was used to cataloging people's reactions, passively, almost lazily; they were often more telling than their words. In that regard, it had taken mere moments to see the almost too-wide smile on Cassandra's face, the thundering pulse at her neck, the sound of her voice pitched just a hair too high, to know that she was pushing herself to be friendly to everyone who approached her. It looked like panic, smelled like fear. She’d brushed him off earlier when he’d offered her an excuse to leave early, but it seemed she’d finally given in and snuck away on her own regardless.

Up here on the balcony, away from the expectations and exultations, she looked exhausted and miserable. His heart ached for her; after all she’d been through, she deserved rest, and he knew that celebrations like this had always made her uncomfortable. But he had a hunch that this was more than just exhaustion. 

He wanted to lighten her load, offer something to make her smile, but he sensed that this burden was too great or deep to be affected by buoyant banter. Instead, he offered her sincerity, a gift she’d proffered no few times to him. “What is it?”

Cassandra remained silent for a moment, though her furrowed brow was proof of her putting effort in figuring out how to answer the question. Finally she spoke, in starts and stops. "I don't know how to… be normal, anymore. Everything is... it's hard to respond to everyone’s excitement when everything feels so inconsequential, compared to…” She shook her head. “But that's not fair, to anyone! I should care, about everything that's important to them, they finally have hope for their world for the first time in a century and no matter what I'm thinking of, I should care, I should..."

"Because that's what you do?"

Her shoulders hunched. “Isn’t it? Because it’s what they need? After everything they’ve been through, how can I be so selfish--”

“Because you’ve saved their godsdamned world, that’s how,” he snapped, inhaling sharply and biting back his tongue. When he spoke again, his tone was more even. “You have given everything for these people. They are grateful, certainly, but their feelings should not supercede your own. You’re just as important as they are. And if you need rest, then you have worked harder and longer than anyone else across the length and breadth of these lands, and if you don’t deserve it, then no one does.” 

She bowed her head, sighing heavily as the weight of his words to sink in. “Do you think… I could skip the party? Would anyone notice?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “If you’re asking if I can get you back to your quarters unseen by partygoers, then perhaps you haven’t seen me in action lately.”

That got a smile out of her, though her gaze was still on the commotion below. She hesitated before glancing over at him again. “Is it okay that you’re missing the party? You’ve already sacrificed some of it for my sake, I don’t want to take you away from it if it’s something you’d enjoy yourself.”

Thancred stepped away from the railing and offered her his arm. “I would be nowhere else in Norvrandt.” After she’d looped her arm through his and they began a lazy stroll along the elevated walkway, his mind racing ahead to formulate a route that would have them arriving at her room with the least amount of attention, he added, “Particularly as Urianger has taken it upon himself to remind me of my… indiscretions, when last I imbibed on the Source. I can’t tell if he’d rather I drink only water, or if he’d like to see me return to my old ways for his own personal amusement, but either way I think I’d rather just avoid his schemes completely, if you don’t mind.”

Her laugher brightened her whole expression and brought a smile to his lips. Anything he could do to make her life easier and happier, he would. She’d saved them all, after all. He owed her everything; it was the very least he could do.

#ffxiv #shadowbringers spoilers #cassandra tygrova #thancred waters #wolcred

[shuunnico]

Sherlock Holmes: Chapter One

I’ve 100%’d the newest Sherlock game from Frogwares.

First, to get it out of the way, I’m impressed and happy that the technology had advanced enough that a small, AA studio can make a pretty expansive open world game. But, that aside, let’s get into my thoughts:

I’ve been a fan of the Sherlock series for a while. I like detective games and it’s something that has inspired games I’m creating now. This recent venture is a prequel/soft reboot where you play a 20(ish) year old Sherlock as he returns to the fictional island of Cordona, where he grew up.

Gameplay

The gameplay is okay but there is a strong amount of hand-holding in the game. There are several activities you can engage in and all but one has a definite fail state. You use these to get through the game’s missions and it comprises the main game loop.

Some games include a ‘math’ game where you have to add/subtract/divide/etc a trio of values to get a desired total for each. Another is you can eavesdrop and pick out relevant info among the gossip.

But all of these refuse to let you lose. At worst, you’re told to start over. Even clue searching makes it clear when you’re done, alerting you when you collected all clues. This means that you don’t leave until you get that notice, making the game fairly easy.

Scene recreations are probably the best mini-game. You’re given 3-5 ‘nodes’ at a crime scene, each one representing a person and their actions. You have to use all clues/testimonies/environmental cues to place each person at their relevant node and within the timeline. But, again, getting this wrong just results in the game telling you it’s incorrect and you need to just work each combo until the game gives you the thumbs up.

Combat is the only mini-game that you can fail (through having your HP reach 0). You face waves of the same 6 enemies who have glowing weakpoints on their bodies, which you shoot to stun them. When stunned, you tap the indicated WASD button in a poor quicktime event to arrest them. This game was not made for combat and it gets very samey very quickly.

The only mini-game that does not explicitly hold your hand is ‘treasure hunts’, where you are given a riddle or image and you’re expected to only use that riddle or image to find a specific location where your prize is. Because this is entirely optional, the game allows you to just give up if you can’t figure out the hint.

Overall, there is no scoring based on detective work. There isn’t any real fail state. So it feels like you’re often going through the motions. If you just let the game guide you by the hand, it might feel neat, until you realize that you’re not free to fail.

World

Right away, Cordona is beautiful. It has a wonderful mix of Italian, British and Ottoman architecture. But I don’t think an open world suits this game.

The game world is fairly empty and you will see copies of NPCs several times going down any given street. There’s stuttering and framerate issues in the open world and lots of popping in.

A bit of praise is the idea that you don’t just mindlessly follow waypoints. The game will almost always tell you where a location is and you have to physically find the streets and navigate toward them yourself.

Story

The story is about Sherlock trying to find out the fate of his mother, solving several unrelated cases along the way in exchange for more info on her. This creates a pretty patchwork story overall, but the individual cases and their stories are actually quite engaging. At several times you’re not given a clear answer on who the guilty is, so you have to make a judgement call.

A big gripe I have is with “Jon,” Sherlock’s imaginary friend. He feels so awkward because they wanted Sherlock to have a childhood friend who he could reminisce about the island with and act as a sounding board. But they didn’t want to use John Watson. It also doesn’t help that Jon literally pipes up and berates you when you make a ‘wrong’ moral choice.

The funny thing is, the game does not shy away from fan service, so they could’ve had Watson and Sherlock together at the start. You’re given the origin of several pieces of his character; his love of the violin, his bee keeping, the tension with Mycroft, why he named his dog Toby. They even introduce Moriarty (though he is not seen, only felt through his crimes) in a DLC. They then add John Watson in at the epilogue as a sort of sequel hook.

This lack of restraint comes to a head when, at the end of the game “Jon” disappears (because Jon doesn’t exist in canon) and, lo and behold, “John” looks and sounds exactly like “Jon”. This could’ve been skipped by having this be John and Sherlock’s first trip, with Watson getting to learn about Sherlock’s past.

The overall story isn’t great. The individual stories are, however. Sometimes you will see the twist coming, but several times I was blindsided by them or didn’t know who did what until more evidence came forward.

Graphics

Everything to do with the environment is either passable to good. Like I said, Cordona is beautiful, especially for a AA studio. But the character models need a lot of work.

Character movement can sometimes be a bit uncanny, but the real issue is the faces. You have lip syncing issues and, very often, the faces look wooden and puppet-like. Hair looks unnaturally glossy and fine when compared to the rest of the model (facial hair is particularly uncanny) and clothes will sometimes clip through arms/legs.

The irony is that some of the older games’ muddier character textures meant it created a sort of cartoonish look, allowing you to skirt the uncanny valley. This game, human characters very much feel weird.

Sound

Aside from some quirks, like overly dramatic music cues, the game’s music was very good. It’s something I’d definitely listen to if given the option, shifting from upbeat and cheerful to somber to creepy, all with a 19th century flare.

The 3 major characters in the game all do good voicework. Secondary and tertiary characters range from good to “wow, that voice does not work for that character at all”. NPCs use pre-recorded lines and barks that you willg et tired of hearing whenever you try to talk to someone. This goes double for combat enemies, who will spout only 2 lines constantly and it gets grating to hear.

Overall

I didn’t dislike the game. In fact, there are moments where I loved the game but the good things come despite the clunk and subpar or middling elements.

You get some nice highs occasionally, but it’s in a sea of “okay”. If you like detective stories and previous Frogwares games, you’ll probably like this. If you don’t like hand holding or melodrama, you might get annoyed by it.

I give Sherlock Holmes: Chapter One a 5/10.

(Please note that my grading system is based around a 5/10 being roughly equal parts good and bad, resulting in an okay outcome.)

#Sherlock Holmes #Holmes #Chapter One #Watson #Video Games #Games #Review #Frogwares #Arthur Conan Doyle

[unfilteredaj]

Heat Wave

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(A/n: This is a part two to a very self indulgent fic I wrote while sleep deprived at work. I’m once again tired and figured this would be fun to write to see how my skills have improved if at all. Warning: This is very extremely self indulgent and references many characters I like from tons of different fandoms… which ones can you recognize?)

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It was too fucking hot. That was the only coherent thing running through The Cashier’s head as the day went by.

While she tried her best to stay busy and still functional, the heat was unforgiving. Yet, she pressed on anyway, trying to stay in a pleasant mood.

It was a bit of a slow day so far. Most people were either at the nearby lake or river, or just at home enjoying time with family and friends over barbecues, sunscreen, and bonfires soon to come when the evening set in.

The Cashier was busy stocking shelves when the sound of the automatic door caught her attention. The person grabbed a bottle of water from the freezer and a pack of gum. It took her a second to notice him standing awkwardly at her register… most people around here seemed to be in a rush and demanded her attention immediately.

“Hey, how are ya?”

As she went behind the counter, she finally got a good look at the quiet customer. He was taller than her, but she was short for her age so that wasn’t saying much. He had a grumpy disposition, and the most noticeable thing was his bright ginger hair.

“Hot. Too hot.” He grumbled, responding to her question a few seconds to late. He grabbed a bag of chips from a rack, opening them and grabbing a few before shoving the bag at her so she could scan it.

“This heat is a real bitch today, isn’t it? They need to fix the AC here…” She trailed off, noticing his tanktop… or more notably, how he was kind of jacked. Her face burned when he gave her a strange look.

“That’ll be four fifty.” She muttered.

He payed with cash, his change exact.

“Stay cool out there today…” The cashier smiled, finally getting a smile in return.

“Be seeing you…” He muttered in response.

……

A little later, the sun was just on the cusp of setting when a couple came through the door.

The man had shaggy, dirty blonde curls and the woman had diamond tattoos adorning her arms.

“Hiya, little red.” The girl grinned, handing the cashier a deck of playing cards and two sodas.

Her bubbly personality and beauty made The Cashier’s face burn. She knew her face was as bright as her hair.

“Hey, hun, how are you?” She replied sheepishly.

“You look like you could use some good old fashioned rest and recreation. We were thinking about hopping a rich guy’s fence and swimming in his pool tonight when he’s nor home. You should come with us, join the circus, live a little.” The man piped up, his grin noticeably more wolfish than his partner’s.

The cashier knew that was odd, but honestly her thoughts were in more… romantic places. She imagined the attractive couple taking her in, the adventures they would have… the trouble they would get into…

The sound of their receipt printing broke her out of her trance.

“Here ya go… you guys stay out of trouble.”

“Hey, 11:30… the rich guy who lives two streets over will be gone… we’ll be there if you wanna come.” The girl said, bidding the cashier a good evening.

….

As it got dark, the minutes ticked by like hours. The Cashier struggled to stay awake.

Then something happened that made any ounce of tiredness go running for the hills.

He walked in.

‘The man with the hat’ was a bit of an urban legend around the store. He never came in during the day, and he always said cryptic shit that made her coworkers a little afraid of him. And, like the nickname suggested, he always wore a fedora. No one else really liked him but The Cashier adored him. His cryptic behavior and general weirdness were endearing to her.

He disappeared into the isles for a long while before returning with his usual box of razorblades, and he looked pissed.

“Why the long face?” The Cashier asked.

“It’s hot. I don’t like the heat.” He grumbled.

“Oh, come on… it’s not so bad. I’ve seen you buy potting soil and seeds from here… I bet your plants are loving the sunshine we’re getting lately.” The Cashier grinned.

The man with the hat grinned back.

“Yeah… I guess they are. Did you know that there’s a flower called the corpse flower that smells like a dead body? It’s fifteen feet wide and even warm to the touch…” He said conspiringly.

Aaaaand, there it was. The cryptic comments he made were always the best. They always kept her on her toes.

“Wow… that’s… weird…” she said, not sure what to say.

He grinned wider.

“I’ll see you around, darlin’… have a good night.”

…..

Before she knew it, The Cashier had successfully gotten through another day on the job, and with no incidents on her record. She locked the store, heading home to get ready for some well needed recreation.

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinSurreal And PoutyIsabella

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*pops another grape into my mouth, fighting a yawn. The day has been insanely busy and tiring, but I have to admit that I’ve the toughest little Monkey ever. She stayed awake the entire time we were furniture shopping, even when we went into Pier 1 for some odds and ends to decorate the house.

And when Petsmart was our next stop, she definitely piped up; completely excited and I could barely get her to calm down. We went through the puppy section and she just HAD to pet them all. I can see it in her eyes now, though, that she’s ready to pass out.

Finishing up with gathering the stuff, I lean down and push her across the lawn and into the back sliding door. I would have taken her to the park, but I knew she was close to crashing when we made it home.*

Oi! Easy, Dakota!

*taps the pup’s nose, eyes narrowed at him*

No jumping on Pippa. Right, Lovely?

*kisses the top of her head and pushes her right into the kitchen, putting up the leftover food, grumbling when another yawn forms. Sliding my phone from my pocket, my finger traces over the lock key, curious if anyone had messaged and I missed it.

But no… I even thought @FuckinSurreal would have, at the least, tried. But no. He probably —saw the stretch marks and panicked, but tried to be nice. Laughing at myself, I pad over to the sliding doors and pull them shut.  

My Solo cup has a little wine in it and, while I’m not one to drink daily, I’ve been trying to enjoy a glass or so on the weekends to relax, but not to get drunk.*

Want to go watch a movie, Monkey?

*laughs when she bounces up and down and reaches down to lift her up, carrying her to the living room to curl up on the sofa, flipping on the TV*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I lower down onto the cement stoop outback, the sun sinking below the horizon and tops of tall buildings surrounding the downtown area. The flickers of street and alley lamps illuminate cones of light to brighten the dark spots as the sun rays are distinguish by the heavy cloak of night.

Thick fingers massage at the ache in my knuckles and joints trying to alleviate some pain. As much as I enjoyed inking people, my hands were ripped from the long sessions.

I shouldn’t really complain, the pain was well worth the gain. I grin down at nothing in particular thinking about how well things were going, the green rolling in and the problems with the gang seemed to be taken care of…for now.

I abandon rubbing at my sore joints, lifting my tired thick corded arms to knead at my nape and shoulder aches.

I’d been busy getting back to work, my mind always wandering back to @PoutyIsabella and her striking green eyes. I chuckle deeply, recalling earlier, starting a sketch. Colored pencils my medium as I began the attempt to recreate @PoutyIsabella’s mesmerizing eyes. She was becoming a permanent fixture in my mind space, along with those disturbing dreams.

I groan out a sigh not wanting to think of the darker side of my mind and steer back to the auburn beauty @PoutyIsabella. I felt like a prick for not growing a set and calling her before I got busy with work, and silently prayed that it wasn’t too late now.

Delving my flattened palm into my pocket I pull free my cell and begin dialing @PoutyIsabella’s number, waiting for the ring to be answered and hoping still that it was the correct digits./

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*stretches out on the sofa next to Pippa, my phone waking me from our little nap. Reaches behind me to grab it off the table, not even paying attention to the name displayed, slides my thumb to answer the call, still stretching, mumbles* Hello..?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/The sultry sleepy sound coming for the woman answering the line, I hoped was @PoutyIsabella, hit me low as I shifted on the stair/ Uh, hello…/Fuck what do I call her? I scrub over the top of my head, groaning/ Beautiful. How’s your tattoo healing?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*The voice on the other end woke me up completely. It’s @FuckinSurreal. Lurches forward to sit upright, blowing random pieces of hair from my face, muttering a low “shit” when Pippa squirms a bit, her little lips smacking together as she continues sleeping. Rests my elbow on my knee, fingers brushing through my hair* Um, hi. It’s um… you called, @FuckinSurreal. *laughs lightly*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I chuckle deep and low hearing @PoutyIsabella soft curse, my thumb and forefinger pads pressing into my own tired eyes as I reply/ Yes, I called, is it too late? I hope I didn’t wake you. /Frowns, exhaling hard thinking I could use a smoke to chill my nerves/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*shakes my head even though you can’t see it. Slides from the sofa, turning to stack pillows beside Pippa* No, not at all, @FuckinSurreal I was just napping. Had a long day. I’m surprised you called,@FuckinSurreal. *pads quietly to the kitchen, rubbing the back of my neck*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Low laugh cracks from my firm lips, dropping my head on my tired shoulders, holding the cell to my ear/ Yeah, sorry it took so long… /Trails off with a throat clear/ Did you start to give up hope on me?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*laughs, wrapping an arm around my middle, eyes moving over the empty back yard* Was there something to hope for, @FuckinSurreal? *grins to myself, exhaling a quiet breath* You sound exhausted, @FuckinSurreal. Perhaps it’s too late for you?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Groans low, straightening with a crack sounding out from my back. Shaking my head/ Nah, not too late. It’s been a long day here as well. /Stands upright, stretching my length as I scan down the dark alley/ So you ready to share that name with me?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

A name, @FuckinSurreal? *sinks down into a chair at the table, stretching out a little more* Hm, I suppose you earned it. It’s Isabella, but please don’t call me that. Everyone calls me B, @FuckinSurreal. *glances over to Pippa, making sure she’s okay* If you had a long day, @FuckinSurreal, why not hit the hay?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Murmurs your name low, liking the sound of it on my tongue./ Isabella… /Exhales quietly/ I was thinking of grabbing some dinner before crash landing in bed. Alone. /Laughs, not entirely sure why I shared that bit, but couldn’t hurt/ Would you like to join me for a meal, B? There’s a great pizza shop off of 6th. Nice and greasy. The best I’ve had in awhile.

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*Alone? @FuckinSurreal felt the need to tell me he’d be alone tonight? I can’t help but smile at the idea of him feeling the need to share something as trivial as that with me. My heart almost sinking at@FuckinSurreal’s question* You wanting to go tonight? *peeks back at Pippa, not sure what to do. Hoping, for some reason, that you won’t run off if I tell you about her*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /I lift a shoulder grinning into the phone/ Tonight. Or another time is fine with me, B. Just join me some time for a meal. Please, @PoutyIsabella. I seem to remember you needing a tour guide. What do you say?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

Well, I… *taking a deep breath, unsure of what to say. @FuckinSurreal seems nice, honest even, it’s just so difficult to think of opening myself up like that again. Flirting with @FuckinSurreal is one thing, dating is another* I am hungry, but I just… I don’t know…

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Whines a little, adding a grump/ You’ve got to eat, and why eat alone in a new city when you can dine with a new…friend?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal *laughs quietly, hearing the almost manly whine* I just… I’ve pets. A lot of them, and they’re not fond of being alone..?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Hums thinking with a husked sigh/ Hm… Maybe I can bring dinner to you? Sounds like a solution to me. /Chuckles low/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal *takes a deep breath, your persistance obvious* Vane… okay. *nods slowly, rattling off the address to you, wondering how you’ll take me being a mom. Well, at least I had fun flirting with you at the expo, right?* And I’m not picky with what I eat, so don’t worry about that. *laughs*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Laughs, repeating the address in my head so I remembered it/ Okay, I’ll pick up some food and I’ll be over soon enough.

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal *nods again, nearly swallowing my heart, it feeling as though it’s in my throat* Okay. I’ll… be here. *laughs lightly brushing my fingers through the ends of my hair* See you soon. *pulls the phone from my ear, ending the call*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /My grin broadens as the call ends, my hands shoving the cell away and snatch up my keys. If I was quick enough I could grab the pie for @PoutyIsabella and I before the college crowd started filling up the busy drag. I stride over to my Camaro, unlocking and revving the engine as I drive out the back lot heading off to grab the pizza/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*Paces around the room, nervous, scared… something. Part of me wishes I could call Mum or Pops or Char and find out what I should do the other part thinking I should grab my lady balls and just accept the fact that @FuckinSurreal might freak and run or like the idea and stay. Either way, I can’t really hide my daughter. Forcing myself to stand, I head to the sofa and lift her up, carrying her to her room, checking her diaper on the way. I’m not fond of being on uncertain ground, but it seems that’s where I’ve been lately.*

 Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Pizza boxes rest on the passenger seat as I arrive at @PoutyIsabella’s address, shifting into park before sliding out to approach the door/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*quiets down the pups, getting them into the bedroom so they don’t attack @FuckinSurreal, or try to. Laughs a bit, grabbing a steak from the fridge and heads to the back door, tossing it to Rigby, hearing a car in the drive*  

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I chuckle hearing the muffled barks and howls coming from inside the house, knuckles rapping gently over the door as I balance the cardboard boxes in my arms/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*peeks into the room to hush the pups, yawning while heading for the door, listening for Pippa before opening the door eyes lifting to find yours, a playful smile on my lips* Well hello there.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Shoulder rests against the door jab, trying to look as smooth as possible when @PoutyIsabella cracks open the door, a broad grin spread across my firm lips/ Hello, I have a delivery for the beautiful Isabella. /Chuckles low, straightening on my feet/

 Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*grumbles at the name @FuckinSurreal uses, stepping back to hold the door open for you* It better be good. *fights a smirk, waving my hand around the living room* Come on in. And please ignore the boxes. Still haven’t got completely unpacked. *shifts my back to you, pinching my lower lip between my thumb and forefinger*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Rumbles a chuckle, brushing past @PoutyIsabella/ Oh it is. It’s the best pie in town. Death metal pizza. /Grins stepping through to look for a place to set the pizza boxes down. I shake my head still hearing your pets barking, paws scurrying around in the other room/ Not a problem at all. /Laughs/ You weren’t joking about the pets.

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal I’ve a few of them.. *shrugs, cleaning off the coffee table for you to set the boxes on* I love them to bits! *laughs, heading for the kitchen to grab a couple plates and sodas* You don’t have any?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Grins more, setting the boxes down with a flip to the top lid, reaching in for a slice without waiting for a plate/ Pets? No, I don’t have any pets. /Shoulder lifts/ I’ve not really had then growing up either. Dad wasn’t that fond of them.

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal Oh. *furrows brows, not knowing how anyone could not let their kid have at least ONE pet, carries the plates and sodas into the living room, laughing when I see you chowing down already* Um, couldn’t wait? *laughs harder, holding out a plate to you, taking a seat next to you. Watches you for a moment before sliding a slice onto my plate* Not have a pet. I wouldn’t be able to do that…

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Shoulders lift with a sheepish grin, placing the half eaten slice onto the plate with a chuckle/ I couldn’t wait for a taste. /Scrunches my nose at that cheese line, clearing my throat as I reach for the drink/ Yeah, Dad was hard about pets and shedding. So it was easier to not have them. /Sighs out through my nose, cracking the tab on my soda/ I take it you’re a pet lover. Is that your profession or just love furry animals running around?

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal *doesn’t miss your little line, fighting a smirk around the pizza as I take a bite. Notices your nose scrunch up, thinking it’s kind of cute. Shakes my head, taking another bite of pizza, covering my mouth while I chew* No, not a profession.   I um… we love them. That’s enough for me, I guess. *smiles, reaching for my soda*

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@PoutyIsabella /Jacks a brow up at “we”, grinning as I look around, eyes falling on a small squeak toy thinking it must be one of the pets/ Ah. There’s nothing wrong with that. /Nods/ Did you rescue them? /Sinks my teeth in for another bite of pizza, groaning at the greasy goodness dripping oil over the corner of my lip and down the underside of my forearm. I reach out for a napkin to wipe away at it, crumbling the paper in my palm/

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

@FuckinSurreal *shakes my head, crossing my legs, finishing off my first slice* This is really good, thank you for bringing it! *licks over my lips, taking a sip of my drink* No, I didn’t rescue them. Most were gifts, ways to keep me from being lonely while… *trails off, thinking that’s a shit way to take the conversation* Vane.. *tilts my head, looking over at you* I um.. *clears my throat, eyes glancing to one of Pippa’s toys on the floor. Sink or swim time* I’ve to tell you something

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/My brows draw down hearing you. A way to keep you from being lonely? What did @PoutyIsabellamean and why was she suddenly acting strangely? I finish chewing down a bite, a gulp of soda washing it down with the rock that suddenly started to rise up. Some internal bell telling me this was something big if it was this hard for @PoutyIsabella to get it out/ Okay, lay it on me. /I set my drink and plate, sinking back in my seat as I kept my furrowed gaze locked on @PoutyIsabella following hers to the lone toy sitting in the middle of the room. What was it @PoutyIsabella was about to share?/

#Pouty #Vane #PoutyIsabella #FuckinInkedStory #RP #SurrealInk

[iadoreneteyam]

Whore mothers and Sweet Frosting

(Just a heads up Billy and Stu are about 13 and 14 years old here. I made Billy older than you and Stu just because.) 

Warnings- Brief mention of underage drinking and using drugs, mentions of cheating, adults having sex, cursing, irresponsible adults, uh- I think that’s it, oh! and me not knowing how to end a story. 

    “Merry Christmas!” Your mother shouted and happily threw her arms in the air when Mrs. Loomis opened the door. She was already tipsy before she even entered the party, downing bottles in the passenger seat of her new boyfriend’s ride wasn’t never the best idea. Oh, if only she would learn from her mistakes. Mrs. Loomis hugged your mother and her boy toy. 

“And it’s always a pleasure to meet Princess L/N.” She bowed. Princess L/N was a joke your mother had made about you being a brat only to find you, Billy and Stu playing that exact game. You guys were 7 and 8 then, you think Mrs. Macher took a picture. It was around the Macher mansion some where. 

“Though Mrs. Prescott and Mrs. Riley are here I’m afraid their kids are not.” You wanted to visibly sigh at the sentence. Without Sidney and Tatum you were stuck with doofus #1 and #2. It seemed over the years they never matured like they should’ve, still stuck in their eight year old bodies. “She’ll be alright.” You mother brushed off any concerns and sent you to the kitchen. 

Just who you wanted to see, dumb and dumber. It seemed they were struggling to build a gingerbread house. You had to admit it wasn’t a simple task, but it wasn’t the hardest either. “Y/n!” Stu was the first to notice you and engulf you in a hug out of the two boys.

Stu had his growth spurt around 11, while you and Billy were stuck being the same height. To think that either boy weren’t even done growing yet was incredible. “Hi Y/n!” Billy was still trying to put together his gingerbread house, licking white decorative frosting off his fingers. 

“Your not gonna put it together if keep eating your cement.” You gently pushed Billy to the side grabbing the piping bag from him. You continued to put together the house with ease, out of all the gingerbread houses you had put together this had to be the easiest, yet Macher and Loomis seemed to struggle. 

“My mom brought one for you two Y/n.” Stu handed you a gingerbread making kit. Judging by the picture on the photo and the monstrosity in front of you, Billy and Stu were trying to recreate that. Pieces were out of place, candy sliding off the sides, and a big heaping pile of white frosting messily spread across the roof, the exact opposite of the picture. 

You unwrapped your kit with glee, the sheer thought of beating these losers in something as simple a gingerbread house contest was already the best Christmas gift anyone could ever as for. Despite the fact that they were basically done. 

You began building your house carefully, though it took a couple tries to make the sides sit up on the base, it was still fairly easy. Once the house was basically set up it was time for decorating. You peaked over the top of your gingerbread house and analyzed your opponent. Still idiots. Their house was nothing but a pile of frosting and gingerbread. From the looks of it, they had given up. 

The roof was caved in, bite marks littered the house. It was ugly, honestly the work of a kindergartner could be considered a work of that of Van Gogh after seeing their piece. Whilst yours wasn’t the best, it wasn’t their level of bad. 

Of course yours was better than theirs, but that doesn’t mean your workspace was the cleanest either. Frosting and loose candy littered the surrounding area of your gingerbread house, your hands weren’t any exception. You tried to lick off the frosting and your face contorted. The frosting was sweet, sickeningly sweet, you might get diabetes with that one taste. 

“What’s up with you?” Billy continued to lick frosting of his hands, Stu was doing the same. “I don’t see you guys can eat this shit.” You rushed to the sink to wash your hands. “Don’t Cuss, Y/n! Damn!” Your mother scolded you. If she was sober you would’ve gotten way more of a scolding. Maybe something along the lines of “You’re embarrassing me!” and a slight pinch would come after. 

“Hey Billy!” Billy’s father whisper-yelled to him from the kitchen entrance. “If your mother asks where I am tell her I’m getting more beer with Mrs. Prescott, alright?” Before anyone could answer they both creeped out the back door. 

Though you guys were kids, you guys were 13. Thirteen year olds knew about sex, cheating, even Stu and Billy had indulged in their fair share of beer maybe even drugs now and then, but never too often. 

Mrs. Prescott and Mr. Loomis were definitely going to have sex. 

#stu matcher x reader #poly!ghostface #Billy Loomis #billy loomis x reader #Scream 1996 #scream fanfiction #scream x reader #Stu Macher #tatum riley #sidney prescott #x reader fics #x reader