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sl4sh3rsub · 4 months

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patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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amab hcs

luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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afab hcs

patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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ftm hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

mtf hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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softboywriting · 3 years

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Two Steps Forward, One Step Back | Nathan Bateman | Ex Machina

Summary: You and Nathan hit it off at a tech expo. One thing leads to another and the two of you pull a stunt, claiming you’re married. Things get out of hand, and you end up going to stay with Nathan at his home to avoid people trying to harass you about Nathan’s work. The time you spend together will allow for a real relationship to bloom. [Swearing] [Fake Marriage Trope] [Soft!Nathan] [F!ReaderxNathan]

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|Masterlist In Bio|

One day you realize Kyoko is missing. You're not sure when she stopped appearing, in fact you can't remember the last time you actually saw her. Last week? No. A month ago? Wait,have you been here that long? Time seems to have lapsed here in the facility with Nathan. You worried about this when you arrived. Or maybe when you took the job. Was it really a job? Everything is a little fuzzy in terms of what you are. An assistant one might think, a housekeeper perhaps? No. You took the job as Nathan Bateman's wife. Yes. Job....well...sort of. Let’s go back to the beginning shall we?

Three months ago you met Nathan at the biggest tech expo in Las Vegas. You weren't exactly there for the inventions and hottest tech on the market. You were a handler, an escort of sorts for the creators and investors from companies attending. Your job was simple. Make things as smooth as possible while the people with disgusting amounts of money make big decisions. It was a great gig. It paid incredibly well for being temporary. But Nathan didn't think it suited you.

The second he laid eyes on you it was all over. You had been nervous for days after learning you were assigned to Nathan Bateman for Thursday, Friday and Saturday of the expo. The Nathan Bateman, creator of Blue Book and the AI Project. You may not be a tech genius or even understand most of the things on display at the expo, but you would have to be living under a rock not to know who this man is and what he has done. He is illusive, handsome, sought after by many people the world over. Nathan is the definition of a sugar daddy if you ever did see one. Notoriously single, generous with his money, beyond genius intellect. He is the whole package.

One thing lead to another after you met Nathan at the expo and before you knew it he had your collar bones a mess with hickies and you were dressed in his sweater to attempt to cover them up. It hadn’t taken long before he was all over you, hands in your hair, on your butt, lips on your neck. You and Nathan had just sparked the moment you got close and you let that fire burn as hot as it could.

Of course all things in life have consequences, good or bad, and as you were leaving the rest area for creators, where the little hands on session had gone down, some press junkie saw you together. Photos were taken. Nathan had not been seen with anyone privately in years. He was never seen with a woman, let alone a woman wearing his sweater and looking a proper mess. It was a scandal to be had.

By the end of Friday Nathan was introducing you as his wife, a plan he had come up with on the fly. He had even procured a huge diamond ring for you too. Somehow you were playing along with all of this. Nathan offered to pay you, just for the appearance because it would be good for the company that he was seen as a man like any other, nothing more needed to come of your relations. It was fine. You were getting paid more than you could hope to make in your lifetime and getting to hang out with Nathan Bateman who you actually clicked with and liked to be around. Win win. You had it made. In less than 24 hours you were to be done with all of this and have cash in pocket to do whatever you wanted with.

Until.

A week after you had your crazy weekend with Nathan you were being followed. People kept showing up at your part time job in the travel agency downtown. They asked questions about Nathan, about his work. You didn't know anything. You were half tempted to tell everyone it was fake, that he never even properly kissed you, but Nathan paid you to be quiet, to play along. You signed his NDA. After a man followed you home from work and watched your apartment for two days, that's when you decided to reach out to Nathan. You could call the police and have the man removed, but there would just be others. This wasn’t a matter for the police, it was a matter for Nathan to handle.

Reaching a man like Nathan wasn't easy. He had left you a business card. A number that went to Blue Book human resources. It wasn't a way of contacting him directly, but it was. On the card was scribbled a word. "REQUIEM" You called the number and listened to the prompts. None reached an operator or customer service line. It seemed that no matter what you did it sent you to an automated system. Eventually you got so annoyed you just said the word requiem as if it were a prompt. Sure enough the phone started ringing, connecting to a line.

"Hello?"

"Nathan?"

"How did you get this number?"

"You gave it to me. At the expo." You tell him that it's you and he sighs heavily in relief. "I need your help."

"My help? With what?"

"I'm being harassed because of the expo." Your voice trembles and you realize how much of a toll this is taking on you. "People have followed me to my home."

"Fuck. Can you get to an airport first thing in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Perfect, give me your email. I'll send you everything you need to get away. Pack your bags for a few months. I'll bring you to my facility as a guest until this blows over or we decide what to do next. It's the least I could do."

And that's how you ended up in his home in the middle of nowhere Alaska for the last month and a half. Your whole world uprooted because you decided that a few hundred thousand dollars was worth playing fake wife to the country's richest and most sought after man for two nights. It was so stupid at hindesight, but here you are actually the happiest you've ever been and connecting with Nathan on a deeper level than you thought possible. The two of you just understand each other, it's as if you're two sides to one coin.

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"So, where is Kyoko?"

Nathan looks over from his desk, peering at you over his glasses. You're leaning against the door frame in a nightgown you know he likes. "She's in storage."

"Why?"

"Because I decommissioned her." He turns his attention back to the computer and begins typing.

You step in and he lets out a little warning hum. You know better than to bother him while he's toiling away on code. Being here for this long has been a learning experience with his reclusiveness, but also a lesson on reading his moods. He's not irritated, yet. "Why did you do that?"

"Kitten, you are distracting me."

Kitten. The nickname he picked out day one. Who gives a guest a nickname?

"I'm curious."

"I'm working. You know the rules."

You lean against the desk and he flicks his gaze to you for a moment as your nightgown rides up your thighs. His rules were simple. Don’t bother him while he works, no kissing, no sex. Really you thought the rules were ridiculous. You were meant to be a guest, hiding while the world forgets about your fake relationship. But things don’t go as planned do they? The two of you have been pushing the boundaries of entering a relationship, though it has never been discussed.

"We haven't talked in days."

Nathan sighs irritably. "I am on to something that could be the greatest breakthrough in AI history." He pushes his chair back and pats his lap. "Come sit."

You do as told and plop down onto his lap.

"Now, if I promise to go to bed in two hours will you stop asking questions?" He runs a hand up your back, fingertips dancing against your skin delicately and making you shiver.

"That's a long time. It's already late."

"My patience is wearing thin."

"Alright deal."

"Good girl." He swats your butt gently and you slide off his lap. "Go make that bed nice and warm for me."

You take one last look back and he's already returned to typing. "One more thing."

"Nope. Get out."

"But-"

"Out, Kitten."

"Nathan, come on."

He stops typing and even in the dim light you can tell he is tense and irritated. This is the time to stop pushing his rules. "Go, or I won't be nice."

You cross the room quickly to kiss his cheek and then hurry from the room. You know he is probably going to do something to get back at you for disrupting him amid a coding session. But that's fine. You like seeing him break his own rules just for you.

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Nathan comes to bed some time late in the night. You just recently began sleeping in his room, it’s what really started to blur the lines of what you were to each other. He had invited you to sleep with him after you found that your brain seemed to wander when you were alone in your cold windowless room in the inner workings of the complex and sleep never came easy. Nathan's room is upstairs, with a view out to the forest should you wish to set the windows to day mode. His bed is huge, elevated on a platform, covered in blankets and plush pillows. One may think Nathan's bed would be neat and clean like the rest of the house but no. It's like a nest of comfort, a bog of pillows that you could get lost in.

"Hey, I can tell you're awake."

"Just woke up."

"Everything is okay, you can sleep."

You arch back against him, butt pressed into his legs. "I still wanna know about Kyoko."

"Don't worry about it."

You yawn and he wraps arm arm around your chest. "It's weird. You said she was fine."

"Hush." He kisses your ear. "Sleep."

You fall silent, stewing in your thoughts. What purpose could he have for decommissioning Kyoko? She seemed fine. He said she had been working for years seamlessly. It just didn't make sense.

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Morning comes and the bed is empty. Nothing new. You wonder what it would be like to wake up to a sleepy eyed Nathan. Bet he'd look so cute. He's so hot without his glasses on. Well, he is hot with them on too but there is just something different about it you can’t describe.

"You wanna go for a walk?"

You look to the doorway and Nathan has his cargo pants and a jacket on. "I'm not awake yet."

"Suit yourself sweetheart. Call if you need me."

"Yep."

You throw your arm over your face. Your dream is coming back to you. It makes you shiver. You had been riding Nathan, hips rolling down into him desperately, his cock filling you so full. God you couldn't wait to do everything with him, if you ever do. You haven't even kissed yet. Even at the expo, he kept his mouth away froms yours, letting his lips travel elsewhere.

Nathan made his rules very clear at the expo and again when you arrived at the facility. No sex. No kissing. You suppose it has to do with attachments for him. You're just supposed to be staying with him until everything settles down around your fake marriage stunt. It's not supposed to be a real thing, but like you mentioned, everything has become blurry and unclear around your relationship with each other. Of course you both know that you have feelings for each other. Head kisses, throat, shoulder and back kisses are now allowed. Bed sharing is allowed. Cuddling. Snuggling. Talking and sharing memories is allowed. You think it's a matter of time before one of you fucks up and throws caution to the wind. What kind of host shares their bed with their guest? What are you doing here?

You crawl out of bed and grab some sweatpants on the floor along with a hoodie. If you hurry you can catch up with Nathan on the trail. Assuming he took the trail.

The air is crisp, a typical fall morning for Alaska. It's beautiful, so clean, so easy to breathe. Nothing like back home. You jog along the trail that leads away from the back porch and sure enough you find Nathan walking with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Nathan turns and stops, smiling softly at you. "Thought you were too tired."

"I changed my mind."

"Uh huh." He plucks at your hoodie. "This is mine."

"Yeah I just grabbed something in a hurry." You stuff your hands in the front pocket.

He runs a hand through your hair, fingertips lingering along the ends. "I like it on you."

"Thanks? It's just a hoodie."

Nathan pulls his gloves from his pocket and passes them to you. "Take these. I don't need you to lose a finger to the cold."

"You won't make me a cool robot one if I do?"

He pulls the gloves back teasingly. "Mmm, on second thought let's see if I can actually do that."

"No!" You giggle and he allows you to take them.

The two of you walk along in silence just enjoying the outdoors and everything it has to offer. Eventually you end up at the bottom of a waterfall. It's loud, beautiful, almost icy when you touch the water at the edge where it pools.

"Do you want to know why I decommissioned Kyoko?" His sudden choice of topic startles you but it’s nothing new. He was always jumping on subjects randomly.

"Yes."

"Because of you."

"What?" You turn away from the water and walk to where he's leaning against a tree. "What did I do?"

"You took her place."

"What? She was your housekeeper and like an assistant or whatever. I'm neither, I'm just a house guest aren't I?"

“Just a house guest...” Nathan chuckles. "Kyoko was everything for me while I was here alone. A friend, a helper, my lover."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "She could fuck?"

"Of course she could fuck." He waves his hand dismissively. "When I say you took her place I mean in my life. I felt that she was unfair to you, that once you moved into my bed she didn't belong anymore. Kyoko is a great distraction but she isn't human, she doesn't think for herself, or feel for me. She doesn't connect like you and I do. It felt wrong to have her keep me company when you are here."

"But when I leave you'll bring her back out."

"No." He purses his lips and looks down. "Actually I wanted to ask you about that."

"Leaving? Have I overstayed my welcome?"

"Quite the opposite actually."

"The opposite? I haven't stayed long enough?"

Nathan pulls his hands from his pockets and gestures for you to come closer. You do as he asks and he cradles your face. "If you're interested, I'd like to actually start a relationship with you."

"Does that mean we can stop dancing around the edges of whatever this is between us? Because I don't think house guests normally sleep in their host's bed, or wear his clothes, or get neck kisses and give shoulder massages."

He smiles and licks his lips. "I wanted to see how far we could go until one of us broke down and drew a line."

"Nathan, I think we probably would have started showering together next if you hadn't said something by now." You laugh softly. "But yeah, I wanna see where this goes."

"So you'll stay with me a little longer?"

"As long as you'll have me."

"Don't say that." He puts his hands on your hips. "I might keep you forever. Might make you my wife for real."

"I'm not doing much for the rest of my life, so why not?"

Nathan laughs and it makes your heart swell. He rarely does so, it's such a treat to hear. "Never thought I'd meet someone I connect with so completely. Really I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone."

"Why not?"

"I'm not exactly social as you can tell by my living situation. But also I didn't think I deserved someone. Like I deserved to be alone, and be the way I am because I was gifted with such talent. I sort of accepted that it was a trade off for my intellect."

You lay your hand on his chest and his heart is pounding. "No one deserves to be alone. No one."

He smiles weakly. "When you called that day, saying you needed help because of the stunt we pulled, I knew it was you. I knew you were my chance at love in this life. There was no way I was going to let you slip through my fingers a second time."

"Second time?"

"I didn't want to leave you at the expo. I wanted to bring you home with me, I wanted to show you everything. But I knew I pushed it already with the wife stunt, and I knew you had a life and I couldn't be so selfish as to take you away from everything while chasing a high I got."

You smile softly and kiss his cheek. "I probably would have gone with you. That was the best weekend of my life and I didn't want it to end."

"I'm glad you let me play with you in that rest area and we got caught. If we hadn't I don't think we would be here right now."

"Don't make it sound so dirty."

"It was a little dirty." He kisses your cheek. "Hot too. You were so ready to just let me do whatever."

"Nathan!" You giggle and he presses his lips to yours. The sensation takes your breath away.

He cradles your face and slides a hand into your hair. He licks into your mouth and you let out a soft whimper. You grip his jacket and he turns you around so your back is against the tree. "Thought this would go a little differently."

"Yeah? How so?"

He presses another kiss to your lips. "Thought we'd be in the house, maybe curled up by the fire or in bed."

"Nathan Bateman a romantic? I'm shocked."

"I live to shock people." He chuckles. "I shocked my investors and my agent with our little marriage announcement."

"You didn't tell anyone it was fake? Not even your agent?"

"Not yet." He grins. "I like to make him sweat a little."

"You're mean."

"Sometimes."

"Well now we've established that this is happening, why don't we head back to the house? Are you free today?"

Nathan takes your hand in his and steps away from the tree. "I'm free every day."

"No you're not."

"I'm free every day you want me from now on." He threads your fingers together. "I promise."

"That's a big promise to make."

"I'll keep it." He brings your hand up and kisses it. "I'm a man of my word, you know that."

"Yes you are."

"Come on, I'm tired of waiting." He pulls you along the path and you walk quickly to keep his pace. "The last month and half have been torture."

You get ahead of him and pull your hand out of his. He raises an eyebrow. He knows what you're thinking. He knows you're going to run for the house and make him chase you.

"Don't you do it."

"Too late." You take off and he follows in hot pursuit. "You gotta catch me if you wanna keep me!"

His arm encircles your waist the moment you reach the porch and he tumbles you both down onto the sun warmed smooth wood. He rolls you under him and pins you by your arms. "You're mine now."

"I guess I am." You smile big and he captures your lips with his once more. “I wouldn’t be anyone else's.”

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DuckTales 2017 - “Beaks in the Shell!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Ben Siemon

Storyboard by: Sam King, Kathryn Marusik, Stephan Park, Emmy Cicirega

Directed by: Jason Zurek

We go virtual!

The episode begins with GizmoDuck and Huey chasing after Gandra Dee, who just stole a cube that causes shockwaves. While he does end up grabbing the massive short circuit-causing cube before it drops into Duckburg's water, Gandra Dee ends up getting away in the end. He wasn't really too competent in this quest, either, as he got caught in a trap and he had to be told by Huey that he can fly out of them. Huey's like someone who yells at the TV when a plot hole happens. Whether this failure is because GizmoDuck is still not as competent as he wants to be or something else is not too obvious, but anyone who watched the previous major Gandra Dee episode can guess that something would have affected his crime fighting when it comes to Gandra Dee.

Back in Gyro Gearloose's lab, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera has another project in the works that is a secret from everyone: a new virtual reality cloud space that is both a space for scientific collaboration and a potential romantic destination. Let's just say that it may as well have been that something else, and that something else is hidden from everyone else, including his own M'Ma, about as well as his secret identity. Not that he was going to tell his special someone that they didn't buy it.

We go into the aforementioned virtual reality cloud space, where Gandra Dee is already generating beakers full of green chemicals, the universal sign of science in children's cartoons. They can also kiss under the happy little pixelated trees, because they are still an item despite Gandra Dee's record of blinding children and threatening to short-circuit all of Duckburg. Fenton is almost ready to share this scientific breakthrough to the world, but Dee doesn't want to do that because she thinks people would shut it down because of all the purple glitches. This plot point made me wonder if there was going to be something more than just "oh, Gyro can fix those", like if they were going to be a major part of the plot, or that it was supposed to represent that this romance is not going to last.

We later learn that this cloud is also important because they can do dangerous experiments without worry of injury, and, combined with their ability to generate anything they can imagine, this could be a good set-up to an interesting creativity vs. creativity battle. Maybe the purple glitches will come to life as monsters, or maybe FOWL will find out what's going on here and invade it with their own creativity. I mean, who else would have the idea to invade this Gizmotopia?

Fenton: (putting his arms around his one true love) This is going to be...

Mark Beaks: ...the greatest scientific achievement in his-zizz-tory!

Oh, it's Mark Beaks advertising a new Waddle phone update that partially fixes a bug that makes the phones explode into flames. Granted, there's no hint that there's going to be any convergence between these two plots besides Beaks coincidentally finishing Fenton's sentence, with an extra "zizz", but, really, it's inevitable.

Now, Waddle only has one investor, and the investor tells the CEO that he has to come up with an original idea, which he simply can't do as every idea he can come up with, like coffee cups with apps, was already taken. This isn't really the episode's B-plot, and, as said before, it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that he's just going to give up and attempt to steal whatever Gyro or his intern are doing. One other thing that's a bit confusing is that nobody seems to recognize Mark Beaks anymore despite being the CEO of a company that apparently still makes phones a lot of people use. It could work as another sign that his company is going down, and that's why he seems so desperate here.

Meanwhile, Huey ends up barging into Fenton's office with a new discovery about Gandra Dee that could lead to her capture, only to see Fenton doing a kissy face while wearing his GizmoDuck helmet. He puts two-and-two together and realizes this must be some sort of virtual reality cloud space. Fenton tries to get him away from that by saying that the GizmoDuck helmet only works on his head, and he just does not have any additional VR headsets for guests. Manny the Headless Horse makes his appearance in this episode with a bunch of VR headsets, apparently hearing that excuse as a request for those, and Huey comes into the world to marvel at all of its wonders, including that very special guest.

Gandra Dee: What...the...f...

Huey: FOWL?!

I see what they did there. Gandra has to generate a weighted blanket to calm Huey down after that revelation. At first, I was going to make some joke about how this is a really bad way for the Duke of Making A Mess to go out, but it makes sense. Stress will be one of the major parts of Huey's part of the plot, and weighted blankets are a good way to relieve that. It's also another reminder that this is a world where ideas can come to life, even if it's just a virtual one. I would question how a virtual weighted blanket would work, but this episode does seem to go with the "one's mind makes it real" scenario.

As Huey keeps asking questions on why Gandra Dee is working with Fenton, we get the little sad backstory on Gandra Dee courtesy of her generating a flashback of her losing a science fair to someone making that one volcano experiment. People just don't understand that she wants to push the boundaries of science with...okay, I'm not sure what that is supposed to be, but it does shoot a dangerous death ray. Because of her experiments need for danger, she can only do experiments on herself, which is why she happens to be a cyborg, and the only people who would fund her work happens to be people like the evil buzzard bent on world domination. She adds an additional comfort to Huey that she already plans to quit FOWL for good after using their resources to make this. After making puppy dog eyes at the little kid like a little kid makes puppy dog eyes at their parents, Huey accepts this for the sake of both science and love.

This leads into our actual B-plot: Huey trying his hardest to keep a secret, and his anxiousness and stress is really getting the best of him even in the beginning. One of the first people he has to confront is none other than Fenton's M'Ma, who, despite Fenton's words to Gandra Dee, did not buy that his project was not some sort of romantic exploit. This leads to an interrogation scene. Crackshell then shows up before M'Ma could actually interrogate him further, and Huey has to try to motion to him what exactly his lies were. It's the usual set up for plots like this, the guy gets caught up in the lie, and he tries desperately to keep the secret a secret. There's not a lot that I haven't seen before, but I can not say this is bad, either.

One creative thing they do end up doing is the very next scene where, after Huey "goes to the bathroom", Huey comes in a room with confidence to answer the big question on why Fenton would keep secrets from his own M'Ma. Eventually, he has to bail again after hearing that one of the secrets is that Fenton is GizmoDuck. Why? Because that was actually Louie playing the part of Huey, and somehow, the schemer of the three nephews is the last person in Duckburg to know GizmoDuck's secret identity. He tries to go back only for M'Ma to ask "Huey" about "Louie's Kids", that fake charity he had in The Other Bin, and Louie cracks under pressure and reveals Huey put him up to it. Huey runs to Fenton's house to essentially yell out that he can't take hiding this secret about the GizmoCloud anymore, thinking the only person in there is a still-in-the-GizmoCloud Fenton. He has no reason to believe there's any desperate CEOs hiding in the wastebasket.

We cut back and forth between this plot and the "Gandra Dee not wanting to open the GizmoCloud" plot, and it turns out to be more about her than anything else. We get the lines about how she doesn't want the world to think of her badly, and how he doesn't care what they think about her, and this heartfelt moment doesn't last too long. Mark Beaks may not be a creative man, but he at least knows how to hack into things. Honestly, it seems like this world didn't have that much security to begin with.

Mark Beaks shows up, locking them in a hashtag captcha before Gandra Dee can defeat him with the combined power of a Terry Bogard power wave and a Rolling Stones reference, and he decides he's going to use his new "WaddleCloud" to steal other people's ideas without anyone telling him. Fenton can still use his creativity powers, and he tries to do that to summon the GizmoDuck suit...only for Mark Beak's stealing powers to take it right from him, giving him the power suit and the ability to add Waddle logos to all the buildings in the skybox.

Fenton Crackshell can still use his creativity abilities to sneakily motion his hands to tap Morse code for help. By the way, yes, he is comatose. It's just like Sword Art Online or that one episode of Black Mirror. Also, how lucky that the one person taking a stress rest in the room, Huey, happened to know Morse code. He tries to take the VR headset out of Mark Beak's head, only for it to give him an electric shock, and the computer displays a little Mark Beaks head telling him that, "ah, ah, ah, you didn't say the magic word." I'm not going to give any hate on this episode for lazy references. If anything, this joke is perfectly fitting for Mark Beaks.

All of this convinces Huey that he doesn't need to keep the secret anymore, which pretty much ends the B-plot with him just randomly yelling out to a mail carrier about how Mark Beaks hacked into the GizmoCloud. He then says he's going to find people who can actually help. It's like he's aware what he did made no sense. Before GizmoDuck can use his finger lasers to delete Fenton and Gandra from the program, or whatever that would entail, his world is suddenly invaded by Huey, M'Ma, and Gyro. How did they manage to get in this hostile cloud takeover when it's implied Mark Beaks put Dennis Nedry-levels of security on it? Pineapples. Well, or Gyro helped them. Either way, it's not really explained.

It may seem like I didn't like this episode that much, so I'll say one thing I did like a lot besides the Louie scene: the weekly final fight scene all of that buildup led up to. The people all use their creativity in a pretty cool way here that I won't entirely spoil here. I also like how Mark Beaks' lack of creativity fits into what he does in it; he just combines everyone else's ideas into a super robot form. I was expecting him to fall over due to so many conflicting ideas, but they end up doing something else that was also pretty funny. Funny by Mark Beaks standards, anyway.

It's not much of a spoiler to say that the good guys win, but there is a little bit more to the ending. Namely, there is a major cliffhanger at the end of the episode. While it's a good cliffhanger, It does feel a little disappointing that a character that was built up in this episode essentially becomes a mere damsel in distress. Then again, I felt the same way about Lena in The Other Bin before the big revelation about her in The Shadow War. We'll just have to see what happens.

How does it stack up?

There's some good scenes here and there, like the blanket, the Louie scene, and the final fight scene, but with everything else, I just found it mediocre by DuckTales 2017's high standards. I'd put it below New Gods On The Block, which has a fight scene similar to this one, and I didn't really love that one either. I can see people disagreeing with this one, especially if they were really into Gandra Dee or Mark Beaks, and I'm sure the last minute of the episode is going to lead to somewhere fascinating. I really debated on whether or not this should be the first two Scrooges episode of Season 3, and I originally gave this a 2 just because I didn't think it was as great as everyone else thought it was. However, I then thought about some of the episode I would give a 2, and I think the good scenes in this episode are just too good to give the whole package a two.

Long story short, Three Scrooges.

Next, we meet some friends for life, through thick or thin, with plenty of tales to spin.

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gcldveins · 4 years

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hello i’m back with another senior citizen and i am incredibly sorry .. i finished s3 of ozarks n couldn’t help myelf :/// but ANYWAYS this is gabriel taylor, laura’s shitty dad ! uwu

basics

✎⌠jason bateman. cis male. he/him⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only gabriel taylor. though, around here they’re known as the fortress. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the fifty-one year old lawyer kinda has a reputation of being cold and enigmatic. but y’know, they can be driven and astute too. typical capricorn. anyways, welcome home and stay safe gabe ! ❞

statistics

full name: gabriel jebediah taylor

nickname(s): gabe, sometimes

date of birth: january 7th, 1970

hometown: misty hollow, connecticut.

gender identity: cis gender

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: heterosexual

hogwarts house: slytherin

aesthetic: crisp collars, silver tie pins, the smell of fresh laundry, hollow smiles, always a handshake, never a hug, leather briefcase always on hand, a glass of single malt scotch, perfect posture, the sound of waves softly lapping at the shore, thunderstorms with no rain.

distinguishable characteristics: always Clean

their song from the sigh no more album bc i love this album and it makes me Sad™ : dust bowl dance

background ( emotional, physical abuse tw )

born and raised in misty hollow, gabriel’s family has relatively deep roots within the town. the man comes from old money, with all the law firms he owns having been passed down from generation to generation. his father was a part of this business and his mother, on the other hand, is your typical southern belle, moved here from a small town in texas. she was a corporate lawyer ( it’s how she met gabriel’s father ) but since becoming a mother she really has had no interests in any other occupation other than trophy wife and socialite.

to say that gabriel’s parents were old school would be putting it lightly. basically, both of his parents were deeply religious republicans and were very aware of their image as a family. they were harsh parents, extremely controlling when it came to their children’s lives but at the same time were also really emotionally absent. to this day they still believe that it was all in the name of tough love but obviously it was just emotional abuse.

his father was especially hard on gabriel, he was a strong believer in physical discipline and thought gabriel to be too “soft”. he was always berating him, punishing him for petty offences, and pretty much just fostering your typical environment of toxic masculinity. though he never laid a hand on gabriel’s sister as she was what he called, “a lady” and his “pride and joy.”

but gabriel was a good kid, he was obedient aside from stupid mistakes that kids are bound to make. he was your typical golden boy, a jack of all trades of sorts. not exceptionally good at one thing, but averagely good at a multitude of things. he was a quick learner and dedicated, anything he took a crack at, he eventually excelled in. but all those opportunities he was given as a child; being able to practice multiple instruments, getting extra coaching and tutoring in activities of his choice — definitely gave gabriel a leg up among his peers.

throughout high school, he mostly kept to himself, choosing to focus on his education and after graduating, he went to harvard where he earned a dual degree in business and law and carried on through with law school. the plan was to move to boston where the business’ main office was and work for his father, making his way up until he was ready to inherit it all himself.

ok this is where things get shoddy cause everything from above is part of an old intro so if this doesn’t make sense dont look at me ndfjsndjk but i imagine this is where gabe met his future wife ? i don’t want to set anything in stone for when that role gets picked up but ! gabe’s always been .. well-meaning, for a lack of a better word. like in the beginning he initially wanted to go into criminal law and become a prosecutor before his dad pressured him into staying in corporate. these good intentions were really able to develop during his time away from home, i think. he was able to develop his own opinions and views, different from his parents.

but gabriel’s always lived to serve and aims to please, giving himself to others until there’s nothing left. and he still has this really messed up view of his relationship with his parents, especially his dad. it’s just something he’s never been able to shake. out loud, he would never utter a word against them and in his head, he’s justified his father’s actions, forcing himself to think of it in a way that made it okay because putting his actions under any other sort of light would have felt like he was betraying him.

and while he didn’t have the same dreams and ideologies as his father, gabriel felt as if there was really no choice other than to adapt. it’s what’s been expected of him since he was born. so, he poured himself into his work despite hating every minute of it, his pride preventing him to be the one to drive generations of hard work into the ground. and gabriel was good at it, like really good. and he let himself believe he loved what he did, associating the feelings of success with enjoyment.

and in regards to his own family, i think that things in the beginning were good and almost picturesque, y’know? like the vision of a white-picket-fence type of family. but as the years went on, the more time he spent working with his father and the family business, he subconsciously allowed his father’s habits and tendencies into his own head. He succumbed to his parents’ influences and allowed their ideas of success and vision for his and his family’s future to become his own.

and i think one day gabriel looked in the mirror and straight up did not like what he saw. he’s fully aware of the mistakes he’s made in the past and he feels the heft of those mistakes everyday, but what is he supposed to do now ? it’s too late, he’s too far in. and so gabe did what he does best, he compartmentalized and began distancing himself from the family. spending more time at the office than at home because the farther you are away from people, the less likely you are to hurt them right ?

personality

i’m gonna keep this loose cause i’ve noticed i tend to diverge from them a bit when i actually start playing my muses !

but gabriel is the fakest mf you’ll ever meet. all smiles and formalities, he’s like a goddamn politician i hate it. but i think if he were ever to let this decades long charade fall, everything just falls apart for him, y’know? his emotional sitch is like a house of cards, everything being perfectly curated and placed

he’s incredibly loyal to his family, he’d do anything to protect his family. and like sure, he loves them more than anything, but i think this loyalty comes more so out of duty than love, y’know ?

smart as a whip, always calculating and very cunning. the dude’s a shark in the courtroom and has he done morally questionable things to win a case? probably

idk i think... gabriel as a whole is a moral grey area. i rlly do love him and this version of him is always fun to play but we ! shall see !

#misty.intro #this is long n sad im srry i jsut have a lot of feelings abt my shitty son #:pensive:

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theworlda-blaze-blog · 5 years

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Task - Blaze

THE BASICS:

Full Name: Blaze Hilson

Nicknames: None

Birthday: October 31st

Birth Place: London, England

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Arithmancy Professor

INTERIOR:

Blood status: Pure Blood

House: Ex-Slytherin

Wand: 10 inches, walnut with dragon heartstring core

Boggart: His father

Patronus: Fox

Amortentia (added bc important 😉): Leather, musk, strong coffee

Pets: A Maine Coon cat named Charon

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Tarot Card: The Chariot

Goals / Desires: For the ministry to fall and for the Death Eaters to take control of the wizarding world. Eventually, to rid the world of muggles, muggleborns and blood traitors entirely.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6ft 2

Weight: Not sure on exact weight but his is of average build, on the slightly more muscular side

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Clothing style: Extremely dapper, it’s rare to not see him in a suit or a shirt and tie. He generally wears a black cloak when travelling.

Left handed or Right handed: Right handed

Distinguishing Features: Well-kept facial hair

Tattoos or scars: A dark mark on his left forearm.

FAMILY:

parents: David Hilt (Deceased), Lisa Hilt (currently serving time in prison)

siblings: None

children: None

FAVORITE:

Book: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Movie: None

Food: He’ll stick to a fire whiskey

Flower: Red hellebores

Season: Autumn

Animal: Foxes and Wolves

Memory: Blaze has few memories that make him ‘happy’. He has memories of torturing mudbloods that have made him feel fulfilled, or faded memories of sexual encounters, but none of those he would call his favourite.

THIS OR THAT:

Cats or Dogs: Cats

Mornings or Nights: Nights

War or Love: War

Smoke or Drink: Drink

coffee or tea? Coffee

writing or reading? Reading

THOUGHTS:

Dead coming back: Blaze would have to deal with his Father if the dead came back. He wouldn’t know whether to confront him or kill him all over again.

Enemies coming back: Blaze isn’t afraid of enemies. All his enemies are easily defeated, in his opinion.

Loved ones coming back: Blaze has no loved ones to return. He wouldn’t have an issue with this one.

Love At First Sight: Absolute bullshit. You cannot fall in love with someone the first day you know them, let alone the first time you look at them.

One True Love / Someone You Will Always Love: He finds this very hard to believe. He has never felt love, only lust, and doesn’t think this will change.

QUESTIONS:

What is their family history like? How does it affect them? How do they feel about their family? How does their family feel about them?

(GET READY FOR A FULL EXPOSITION DUMP)

Benjamin grew up as an only child. His Mother was a typical housewife, and his Father worked in the department of mysteries. For as long as he can remember, his Father would come home and drink. He would drink until he could hardly stand up. He would drink until his anger could no longer be contained. Often, Benji would watch as his Father got out of his favourite chair, and began to shout at his Mother. The shouting soon turned into hitting, the hitting into punching. His Mother would just take it. She always had new bruises. Benji would just hide away and watch.

Then, at the age of seven, Benji's Father hit him for the first time. There was no reason for it. All he had done was be born. A choice that wasn't even his own. But Benji didn't just take it. He fought back as best he could, but his Father only got stronger. Then, he reached for his wand. ‘Cruci-' His Father began to say, his wand pointed at little Benjamin. But he never finished his sentence. For when Benji looked up from his cowering stance, there stood his Mother. Wand drawn, standing over the dead body of her husband. A single tear rolling down her cheek. That was Benji's first experience of the killing curse.

After that, Benjamin's Mother couldn't deal with the guilt. She spent every day crying in her room, unable to look after her son. Years passed. Benji fended for himself as best he could. Meanwhile, his Mother went crazy. She would talk to herself, scream in her sleep, and hurt herself just like her husband hurt her. When he was 13, Benji's Mother realised that all she could do to protect her son, was to turn herself in. She was a criminal, a killer. So she did what she must do. Everyone in the Wizarding World learned of the case of Lisa and David Hilt. A wife that murdered her abusive husband. No one knew of the son that Lisa left behind. And no one ever would.

Benjamin changed his name, and moved away from his family home. From now on, he would be Blaze Hilson. No one would know his past.

Blaze feels pity for his Mother. She saved him from experiencing the cruciatus curse, and was brave to stand up to his Father. He’s glad his Father is dead. He hasn’t seen his Mother since he was 13, so he has no idea how she feels about him. She’s probably too crazy to even remember him.

who were their first love and do they feel the same now as they did then? As stated before, Blaze has never been in love. The first person Blaze had any kind of relationship was when he was 18, his first year at Hogwarts. He and a boy named Adam Wentworthy, also a Slytherin, slept together several times and Adam developed feelings for Blaze, asking him to be his boyfriend. Blaze declined as he couldn’t return those feelings. He broke Adam’s heart and did not speak to him for the rest of the time that they attended the school.

Do they believe that a person can redeem themselves from mistakes of the past? Some people cannot be redeemed. Mudbloods have attempted to infiltrate our pure world. Muggles were born to be slaughtered. And blood traitors, well, it’s obvious what they’ve done. Supporting people who should not exist in this world. No, some people make mistakes that cannot be forgiven.

What scares them? The abuse that he and his mother endured from his father. The image of his Father. It is a dark secret of his.

How do they feel about death? Have they been significantly affected by it? Blaze is glad that his Father is dead. He is also glad to be ridding the world of those who shouldn’t belong, like muggleborns. He has no fear of dying himself, he believes there should be death before dishonour.

What is one thing in their past they’re ashamed of? One thing they’re proud of? Blaze feels ashamed for never stepping in when his Mother got abused. He was only young, so there was hardly anything he could’ve done, but he always feels like the situation could have been different. He’s proud of the work he has done for the Dark Lord. The murders, the torture, you name it. He has no shame for doing those things.

Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed and sloth. If your character was a seven deadly sin, what would they be and why? Blaze would be pride - he takes great pride in his appearance, and sees himself as better than others. He also takes great pride in being a Death Eater (and doing the dark lord’s bidding), though he unfortunately has to keep it secret to keep his job.

What is their goal? To rid the world of muggles, muggleborns and blood traitors entirely.

Do they believe Voldemort is back? They know he is!

PICK THREE:

Lyrics that describe your character best

“There’s blood in the water but it tastes so sweet.”

“I am a human being capable of doing terrible things.”

“My peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

quotes that your character lives by

“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”

“And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.”

“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”

fictional characters that your character can relate to

Patrick Bateman. Dorian Gray. The Joker.

people who have changed your character’s life immensely

His Mother, Lisa Hilt.

Clara Jones, the first person he ever murdered.

Lord Voldemort.

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I Want To Play.

Eisuke (KBTBB) x Rose (OC)

Authors Note: Rose is a character I created for a series, I was a part of with @hifftn @whatdoyouexpectthistime @smile-smile-ichthys called MJS Marriage Match Making agency . She is one I feel comfortable writing at the moment although some of her characteristics have changed to fit the circumstances of the KBTBB routes, so she is the MC in this idea. I thought I had a solid idea but since coming up with it and writing about seven different ideas have branched off of it. I may possibly re-write/write alternate characters depending on how well I think I can write it. Anyway, this is the first bit of writing I’ve done in a while, so I hope you all enjoy.

Tagging: @sweet-n-smexy @rockingbrooklyn @elaera23

Rose had been watching the bidders play poker in the penthouse ever since she stumbled across their auctions that “fateful” night.

It had become a tradition for them to play after every auction. Whether it was a successful one or not - well they were always successful as if Ichinomiya would let it be anything less.

She’d never been asked to play however - despite her position, which was basically being forced to be in their world whether she wanted to be or not. She never really gave them much of herself by being part of their shenanigans.

Despite having access to her history - from the success of her parents, friendships/relationships, schools, grades, jobs etc. She never really allowed any of them to have anything other than that. It’d been nearly a year since they bought her and only recently had she told them the story of why she was called Rose instead of her actual name.

Although she wasn’t close to any of them, she got along best with Mamoru and Baba. Ota was the type of person she just couldn’t tolerate but she managed to avoid punching him...too much.

Mr Oh was a lot like her, a closed book. One she wouldn’t mind reading but couldn’t muster up the effort to bring it down off the top shelf and dust it off.

And Ichinomiya was beyond her comprehension of mankind, purely because he was more robot than human.

She was his personal maid. Not that she chose to be, it was decided. And honestly, despite his unreasonably high standards towards punctuality and making the perfect cup of coffee, he was the easiest to deal with because he barely acknowledged her unless completely necessary.

Especially after she proved herself by keeping silent about the secret on-goings at Tres Spades.

And that was mainly due to the threat of her parents hard earned careers being completely destroyed. For a while, that lingered in the back of her mind as she watched the depravity of the black market auctions grow and profit.

Unfortunately for Rose, she’d come to learn they weren’t total scumbags. Even King Asshole himself. Although, she was still on the fence about him though, he reminded her of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

One day, he’ll announce he’d got to return some video tapes.

In front of Ichinomiya’s guests at VIP parties, Rose played the role of his girlfriend/lady friend a lot. One of the ‘perks’ of her role as Tres Spades Penthouse maid.

She’d been dolled up in fancy clothes, her hair and makeup professionally done and forced to attend one of said VIP parties and then the auction after. It wasn’t often the bidders attended in person, they usually watched from the TV in the comfort of the penthouse but they had to oversee certain items up for sale.

Rose didn’t focus too much on that, the less she knew the better. It wasn’t her first time attending one...or even being part of one. Something she wished she’d never have to go through again.

It was business as usual for the Auction Sponsors, their profit growing ridiculously since the last one and when it finished, the regular game of Poker was started in the penthouse after.

Somehow, Rose was still in their presence. Ichinomiya hadn’t requested for her to go home yet and ‘she wasn’t allowed to leave without his permission.’ So she sat back into the luxurious sofa and watched and listened intently.

She figured out Mamoru, Baba, Ota and even Mr. Oh’s tells fairly easily. But she was still trying to find Ichinomiya’s. He gave nothing away physically, his face never changed, he didn’t twitch or flinch.

As expected of a robot.

For a moment, Rose closed her eyes disgusted by the fact she had been staring at her boss and captor for such a long time. It wasn’t like he was bad to look at, but she would NEVER allow him the satisfaction of knowing that she found him attractive. The palpable sexual tension on her end was bad enough to deal with when his arm was draped around her waist earlier that evening at the VIP party.

She had to remind herself of who he was, how she came to be in that position and that his physical body was the outer layer of all his robotic parts so he could climb his way up to the top of the business ladder. And that his touch was just him conforming to the standards set by society of how a couple should look and act together.

There was nothing more.

Internally shaking her head leaving her final thought on the subject ‘I should get laid’, she tuned out of the background fog of her mind and back into the room as the familiar flamboyant and dramatically whiny voice of Baba filled her brain and her eyes naturally opened and focused on where the voices were coming from.

“Boss always wins, it’s so unfair.”

“Why d’ya play if ya just gonna complain every time ya lose?” Mamoru groaned, followed by the sound of ice clinking against his glass as he finished the auburn liquid inside.

“It’s fun hanging out with my besties.” Baba practically sang, his theatrics never ceasing in any situation.

“You’re so gross, old man.” Ota grimaced.

“Have you not learned by now that I always win.” Ichinomiya said.

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer and no one gave one as Mr Oh dealt the cards again.

Everyone looked at their hand and Ota and Mamoru immediately folded. Ichinomiya raised the bet and Mr Oh and Baba matched it.

Rose watched the twitch of Mr Oh’s ears - which she found totally adorable considering his completely sinister expression. Funnily enough, she figured out his tell first. It was hard not to notice something like that on a face that rarely moved. She then looked to Baba, the inside of his left cheek had sunken in slightly, she was surprised his tell wasn’t a wink or a kiss face.

“Shouldn’t you both just fold. Why’d you both raise when you’re aware that I know your tells.” Ichinomiya said.

Then it hit Rose like a frying pan to the face. She knew EXACTLY what his tell was.

“We’ve been playing poker with the boss for years and none of us know his tell, even Sor!” Baba threw his cards into the middle to fold shortly followed by Mr Oh who more delicately placed his cards in front of him face down, agreeing with Baba’s fold.

Ichinomiya revealed his cards and from the reactions he had a royal flush.

Rose smirked, validated by his bluff and the fact she’d worked it out. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to know this information. It’s not like it was particularly useful.

“Why are you smiling to yourself Koro? Did you manage to catch your own tail?”

Her smirk fell from her face, Ota’s voice nothing but a headache to her. But now the other Auction Sponsors were focused on her.

“I want to play.”

Was all she said. Her eyes staring at no one in particular but focused in their general direction.

There was a pause in the air but of course Baba filled it.

“Princess, you continue to amaze me! I never took you as someone who understood poker.”

She wasn’t really sure how to take that, was it compliment or an insult? Well with Baba it was most likely a compliment.

“The kid worked in the casino right? Course she’d have some sort of understandin’.” Mamoru added in her defence.

He wasn’t wrong, Rose had had several shifts in the casino prior to that fateful day but that wasn’t where she learned how to play.

It wasn’t an interesting story, she used to play with the people she travelled with to kill time when they had no money to go sightseeing several years ago. She managed to win 9/10 times when her cards were right, although she never really played for money. They were all students, none of them had any money to play with.

“You have nothing to offer.” Ichinomiya stated.

And that seemed to register on all their faces. Rose didn’t have the kind of money they were betting, nor did she have any possessions that were worth anything.

But she did have one small thing to offer.

“I may not have anything you want,” Rose stood up from the sofa and walked causally towards the table, the diamond coloured dress flowing gracefully with her movement until she was stood next to his chair. “But I know for sure I have something the rest of them wants.”

Rose didn’t really do sexy, but in that moment, the power she felt in her words came out sensually and teasingly. Possibly the most feminine any of the men had seen her be other than her physical appearance.

Baba’s eyes sparkled like a kid in a candy store and Rose was certain she didn’t want to know what he was picturing in his head. While she didn’t linger on his wandering gaze, she knew she had their attention.

“Spit it out, Koro.” Ota whinged.

She grinned, again, possibly the first time any of them had seen her act almost natural with them.

“I know, the great Eisuke Ichinomiya’s tell.”

She said smugly waiting for all their ‘like fuck you do’ comments, especially from the man himself.

“I do not have a tell.” He stated.

“Of course you do.” Rose countered.

“How did you notice it from so far away Princess?” Baba asked.

Rose just smiled and tapped her nose, if she said too much she’d reveal her hand before she was able to get an acceptable deal struck.

“I think Koro should play, every puppy needs some fun.” Ota grinned back at her.

And while she really wanted to take off her six inch heel and throw it at him, she refrained. If they all agreed to letting her play, she could have not only a nice wad of cash, she might ruin Ichinomiya’s winning streak.

That was temptation enough.

With no protests from the other bidders, this went in her favour. Ichinomiya nodding his head in acceptance - not quite defeat but more absolute arrogance that a mere maid would be able to beat him.

“Damn, kid. Ya got us all intrigued, but what are the stakes? What d’ya want if you win?” Mamoru enquired, more lively than his usual demeanour.

“If I win, I want all of this,” Rose circled her hand above the money placed in the centre of the table. “And, one of you has to be my maid for a day.”

She wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity like this, the money was great on its own but why not mess with them in the same way they mess with her on a daily basis?

“Fufufuuuuuu, this just got extremely interesting.” Baba smirked, his eyes wide and his mouth almost salivating.

“And if you lose?” Mr Oh asked.

“I share Ichinomiya’s tell and whatever else you want - within reason.”

She wanted to make sure it was abundantly clear that she would not do anything illegal - more so than she was doing by being involved with any of them and that they didn’t take any kind of advantage of her.

“Deal.” Four out of five said in unison

This was going to be either be a blank or a royal flush. However, Rose liked her odds, she was severely underestimated and her tell was just as obscure as Ichinomiya’s which meant it was a battle between the maid and her king.

#kbtbb #kbtbb fanfic #voltage fanfic #voltage writing #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb ota #kbtbb baba #eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Ota Kisaki #mamoru kishi #Mitsunari Baba #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage kbtbb

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‘Challenging and Off The Radar;’ Static Vision Launches Hyperlinks

“When we started Static Vision, our main goal was to bring out audacious and experimental films that were either too small, too challenging or off-the-radar of Sydney’s general Festival circuit”

It’s always exciting when there’s a new Festival in town, but it’s not always that you get a new idea. Static Vision, Sydney’s film collective dedicated to that hovering around the cusp, are launching their first, very internet based Festival.

“Through Hyperlinks, we’ve been able to curate a group of fantastic films which (for the most part) haven’t previously played on Sydney screens and grapple with the ways in which technological developments have irrevocably impacted upon our lives,” said Static Vision co-founder and Hyperlinks programmer Felix Hubble, who selected the Hyperlinks program alongside Static Vision co-founder Conor Bateman. “From our inability to log off depicted through the desktops of ‘0s & 1s,’ to the mass hoarding of data and commodification of human suffering in the internet’s darkest corners reinforced by the aesthetic clash of the digital and organic in ‘Demonlover;’ from ‘AIdol’s’ futuristic narrative rendered entirely within a video game engine to “Sakawa’s” use of highly-stylised cinematography to probe the aura of the hyper-real and challenge the form of documentary.

“The concept has been a great canvas to play with, and with such a wealth of incredible experimental filmmaking out there we’ve been able to curate films which take – at times – diametrically opposed approaches to the representation and analysis of these ideas.”

‘Sakawa,’ a documentary chronicling a poor community in Ghana who attempt to obtain small amounts of funds from Westerners they meet online, often through feigned romantic entanglements, bears several confronting sequences. Depicting encounters from a side of the internet one doesn’t often see nor get near such an extensive visual accompaniment, that which serves as a cautionary tale as much as it is emphatically sympathetic provides a wholly different perspective to a short like ‘3G’ joyously depicting the advent of WI-FI in Cuba and the ability of a Grandmother to see her Grandchild for the first time.

The same can be said for varied features highlighting how much technology has benefited us like short ‘The Sasha’ chronicling the evolution in moon photography and mapping (a joy for this space-tragic), unlike say ‘In The Event of Moon Disaster’ which forewarns of deepfake technology; delivering footage of an entirely unreal yet very realistic speech that Richard Nixon never gave.

“As we put together our program, we wanted to provide a bit of a break from the usual ‘doom and gloom’ approach to emergent technologies that is generally conveyed in contemporary cinema and instead focus on the variety of ways in which the internet has impacted and re-routed our lives (for better or worse),” said Felix. “The uniqueness of the stories and variance in approaches to depicting our increasingly digitised world was the underlying force driving all of our curatorial decisions. We wanted to draw from a wide variety of often clashing perspectives to give a broad overview of the discourse so that the points of similarity between films became emphasised throughout the festival.

“It’s definitely been a wholistic approach to our curation where we were looking at the program as a whole when selecting titles and allocating their sessions. For us, Saturday is our ‘loud’ day and Sunday is our ‘quiet,’ more chilled out day but the content each day is broad in scope.”

Taking place at Pink Flamingo where the collective have held numerous screenings prior, the Marrickville cinema is an ideal venue for the dedicated-niche offbeat-aesthetic intensive-creative crowd that Static Vision have already cultivated and will no doubt more greatly engender through Hyperlinks. With Sydney’s cult film scene already fixtures at the lo-fi chic centre, expect to see fans of the hyper and novelly stylized come out of the woodwork.

“Ingrid’s (Dieckman) wonderfully ad-hoc, DIY cinema space is a fantastic hub for underground film and the perfect venue for our program,“ said Felix. “It represents a very forward-thinking approach to screening spaces and reinforces many of the notions of collaboration and community which are intertwined in many of the films we are showcasing.

“I think there are at least a few films for everybody in the program whether you’re just dipping your toes into cinema outside the mainstream or you’re a full-blown brainwormed festival-a-holic; hopefully we can join those two worlds during the Festival and help foster discussion within the community that surrounds them.”

The program is set to without embellishment deliver what you wouldn’t see otherwise and rewardingly in the selection takes an uncommonly dedicated approach to its chosen theme and moreover fresh direction amidst contemporaries who might just as well slap the term genre on something or other. For all the time you’ve spent watching videos on or about the internet a weekend that properly signifies its progression helmed by a grassroots, digital obsessed crew who’ve likewise built themselves up is just what a lot of film fans will have been waiting for.

“It’s been a very surreal progression for us; something like Hyperlinks definitely was not on the cards when we formed a year and a half ago to host occasional one-off screenings of international Festival content,” said Felix. “Within a few months, we had started hosting monthly screenings and had expanded into curating a weekly horror/genre-film program and, towards the end of last year, had started collaborating on even more irregular screenings with other collectives.

“Hyperlinks is a bit of an experiment for us; we’re entirely self-funded, investing any revenue from screenings into future events. After some very successful sessions of “Long Day’s Journey Into Night” earlier in the year we had a bit of a safety net which we decided to invest in a new approach to Festival curation. As it stands this will be the only iteration of Hyperlinks – if it’s successful we’ll likely work on another Festival based around another concept later in the year. It’s been incredible to see such a great response to what we’ve been doing and other fantastic collectives spring up with their own screenings throughout 2019; we’re hoping with Hyperlinks we can advance the cultural project even further.”

Hyperlinks: A Static Vision Festival screens at Sydney’s Pink Flamingo Cinema from February 21-23, 2020

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#xl #interviews #festevez #hyperlinks #hyperlinks 2020 #static vision #sydney film festivals #pink flamingo #film festivals #festivals #felix hubble #3g #aidol #demonlover #in the event of moon disaster #os and 1s #sakawa

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hello rising sophomore here. I made a really solid group of friends freshman year, and we are definitely a squad. However, I am currently on a global seminar and I really like the people who are here. Help! I feel like I closed my princeton circle off too quickly and got too close to a group of people who I maybe don’t have so much in common with after all. Also, I don’t global sem friendships last long beyond the trip which makes me sad to think about :/

Response from Bateman:

You can keep these friendships after the sem is over if you put the energy into maintaining them. There’s also no reason why you can’t make new friends while keeping your other friend group, but if you realize that you don’t have much in common with your current group, you can also (and should) branch out

(Note that in bateman’s dos and don’ts I mention not closing off your circle too quickly)

Response from Opal:

Hey anon! Friendships are so important, and support networks are crucial to our well-being, so I totally hear your concerns about whether or not you have made the right calls regarding the people in your life. However, the long and short of it is that our social lives are always going to be in flux, especially during a time as formative as the college years. Furthermore, navigating the interpersonal is not some kind of poker game where you wager and bluff and stand to either cash in on chips of relational intimacy or be left empty-handed. A human being is not a playing card whose entire value to you can be revealed when turned face-up. Emotional labor is not a currency that can be accurately modeled by tokens and zero-sum exchanges. Most importantly, none of the rules are remotely hard and fast!

Forgive me this half-baked metaphor, but what I am trying to say is that you are a rising sophomore who literally does not possess the ability to close off their Princeton circle in any definite capacity, and you should not try to predict how the future will play out depending on the choices that you make, because you will almost never be completely right. As a young adult, not to mention a college freshman, you could not freeze your social situation even if you tried. You are changing every single day, and so is every single person around you, and life constantly intervenes in the form of Unforeseen Circumstances. This uncertainty may feel scary and paralyzing, but it is actually a freedom - the freedom to live your life by letting love lead you first. (How is that for some alliteration?) It is so great that you made yourself part of a solid group of friends within your first year at Princeton, and it would be completely normal, even expected, if your current dynamic shifted, expanded, or shrunk over the next few semesters. You are allowed to remain close to them, to discover that you indeed have little in common with them and subsequently distance yourself, to forge a new kind of closeness based on those differences instead of letting them drive you apart, and everything in between. All you have to do is keep an open heart, be honest about how other people make you feel, and put forth love generously, intentionally, and authentically wherever love deserves to grow. In addition, since this fluidity means that you are never exclusively beholden to any one individual or social circle, you are always free to find and foster new friendships. No friend group, no matter how tight-knit or squad-like, can or should stop you from becoming acquainted with more people, not if they are actually your friends.

So if you like your global sem classmates right now, do not stop yourself from getting to know them even better! You may have an established set of friends already, but you can maintain any number of healthy friendships as long as you are, again, genuine and intentional about valuing each individual person. Even if global sem friendships tend to dissolve after the summer, there are no hard and fast rules, remember? And even if that is what ends up happening, or if running in both your global sem and your freshman year circles does turn out to be unsustainable, I say that love is never wasted. It can be strained, mishandled, manipulated, and lost, but it never turns out to be completely worthless in the end. If I can possibly impress some sort of life lesson upon you right now, it is to be brave and proactive about friendship, because friendship is at once easier, more unpredictable, and more rewarding than you would believe. Every chance is worth taking. These are people, not playing cards. This is love, not poker chips. Be open of mind and heart, go with the flow, roll with the punches, and you can do no wrong!

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yuletide reveals 2016

This gives me an EXCELLENT chance to rec once again the fics I received this year, which were fucking great!

Straight On 'Til Morning (The Lost Boys, fem!David/Star and fem!Michael/Star, 2.6k, Teen) written by escritoireazul

Star saw a knight in the cards, but there was no boy in shining armor on a white horse. There wasn't even a boy in a car, offering her safety and family and home. There wasn't a boy at all, though boys come to Santa Carla by the dozens, and die just as fast.

There was, though, a girl.

Into This House We're Born (Into This World We're Thrown) (The Hitcher 1986, gen, 1.6, Teen) written by kalypsobean

Generally, when there's one person left standing and a trail of bodies behind them, you assume they're the guilty one.

You assume there's only one person and that they're the guilty one, but neither may be entirely true.

And Straight On 'Til Morning (The Lost Boys, David/Star/Michael, 1.2k, Mature, ROAD TRIPS!!!!) written by DeCarabas

There is no cure for vampirism.

All three of these fics were fucking incredible and I’m so fortunate to have gotten to read them -- please go read them too and write tons of awesome reviews!

This year I was a scrambling asshole, and wrote:

Just Like Somebody On TV (Reservoir Dogs, White/Orange, 3.1k, Explicit) for Lando

In which Freddy Newandyke does not catch a bullet and Larry Dimmick makes off with a briefcase full of diamonds and both of them still end up in more trouble than they bargained for.

I love Reservoir Dogs but I find it I N C R E D I B L Y daunting to write for -- ditto goes with fake-dating/undercover-as-lovers, so naturally I did both, with filth. And it was a blast.

Off Season (Jaws, Brody/Hooper, 2k, Mature) for csi_sanders1129

Brody and Hooper, safe on land.

I have a lot of feelings about Jaws, many of them gay, so this fic is too. (Well... bi. It is 100% bi and full of beards.)

So Swing Your Rope Slowly... (Hail Caesar!, Burt Gurney/Hobie Doyle, 1.3k, Teen) for hollimichele

Hobie Doyle and Burt Gurney in: spy games.

There’s another, way better, far longer fill for hollimichele’s badass Hail Caesar! prompts, and you should go read it right now (Saps And Swishes, 31k of Communism and cowboy-sailor cat and mouse games and Hobie determined to do the right thing, goddamnit) and you should go read it right now.

don't let the stars get in your eyes (Hail Caesar!, Hobie Doyle/Carlotta Valdez, 1.6k, Teen) for Tlvop

Five photographs from the collection of Carlotta Valdez.

Postcanon futurefic for Hobie and Carlotta, because why the fuck would I not. I accidentally gave myself a lot of emotions about the psychobiddy horror subgenre while writing this.

No Joy (LA Confidential, Jack Vincennes/Ed Exley, 1.4k, Explicit) for bofoddity

Exley and Vincennes are simpatico, sometimes.

How many handjobs did I write this year? Not enough. Not enough handjobs. This one’s in a car and has a tiny bit of (canonical!) weird voyeurism for a springboard.

forest in the desert (LA Confidential, Jack Vincennes/Ed Exley, 14.3k, Explicit) for scioscribe

Jack Vincennes first sees Ed Exley in a stack of dirty pictures.

Or, what you don't know about people you know.

(you may have encountered me freaking out about writing this fic with grudgey sex worker ed exley at any point in the last like, 3 months, but BY GOD IT’S MY NIGHTMARE BABY, and I have so much still to say about it)

a perfectly blank space (Rope, Phillip Morgan/Brandon Shaw, postcanon, 1.6k, Mature) for babel

Brandon and Phillip get away with murder. It's the perfect crime, nearly.

This one was really fun to write and converted me to the trainocracy.

like satellites (Ex Machina, Nathan Bateman/Caleb Smith, 2.3k, Explicit, noncon/CNTW) for Pear

Nathan knows what Caleb likes, but not the way he likes it.

I’m sure people will be shocked to find I wrote this one. Like, really shocked.

with a mind so easy (Anya’s Ghost, Emily Reilly/Anya Borzakovskaya, 1.7k, Explicit, noncon/CNTW) for ViolentFlowers

It's tough having alone time when you're never really alone any more.

...or this one. Sorr About The Ghosts.

when they said "repent, repent" / i wonder what they meant (Two For The Money, Brandon Lang/Walter Abrams, 3.3k, Explicit) for beedekka

The two faces of Brandon Lang.

(this was my assigned fic this year and beedekka was a treat to write for but SERIOUSLY IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THIS MOVIE OR HEARD ME CAPSLOCK ABOUT IT PLEASE DO SO al pacino is matthew mcconaughey’s dodgy but delicious father figure/mentor/sugar daddy/boss and everything is extremely fun and extremely painful)

#ska writes a thing #yuletide

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Nat's TV round up - 2017 in Review

Television is an unusual beast when we discuss how great it is. The last year marked a few key notes, notably the increasingly large presence that streaming services have thanks to A Handmaid’s Tale, which went on to win Best Drama at the Emmy's, becoming the first streaming show to do so. Normally, it would be smarter to discuss television in the middle of summer when most notable series are in-between seasons. That's no longer the case, thanks in large part to streaming services, as well as basic and premium cable.

I don't have a list of every show I watched this past year and I won't be handing out a dozen awards for how great a singular show was. Instead, I'll offer up three separate awards: Best Returning Series, Best New Series and Best Animated Series. It's pretty self explanatory. Best Returning series is for shows that are in their second season or beyond. Best New Series is for shows in their first season, mini-series included. Best Animated series is simply for animated shows in general which are no longer following the strict yearly season format of live action shows.

Best Returning Show: Game of Thrones (Season 7) There really wasn't another option. Despite the season being a few episodes shorter and arriving in the middle of summer as opposed to its usual spring premiere, game of thrones remains the best show currently airing. Season 7 had a slower start, but quickly catalyzed into one grand moment after another. The thrilling seven episodes that aired featured massive battles on the water, on the ground and in the frozen wastes beyond the wall. Gone are the slow politically driven conversations that were featured in earlier seasons, only fitting and satisfying conclusions to loose ends remain.

Perhaps the only detractor for this season is the smaller episode count. While the cast is much smaller this season, the missing few hours of content would have been appreciated to once again flesh out conversations and character motivations. And while the finale promises even greater things for season 8, the wait until then is an unpleasant one. The final season probably won't see light until 2019.Game of Thrones remains the only show on tv that sends the collective masses into hysteria. Season 7 led to more “Did you catch that?” moments than any other season yet and we hope the wait for season 8 isn't too long. Perhaps some news on those spin offs would be enough to keep us from going insane? Your move, HBO.

Highlight moment: Episode 4 - The Spoils of War This episode features the single greatest battle in game of thrones yet. It's the only time in recent memory where my jaw was on the floor in awe. I actually had a fork in my hand when the scene started and by the end it had fallen to the floor. For what was only about half an hour, I was 100% drawn in with zero distractions to my television screen. It wasn't a plot twist or a satisfying end to a subplot. No, the greatest moment in television last year was something that only multi-million budgeted movies get right and it was glorious.

Other Notable Series

Stranger Things (Season 2): This is probably the closest a returning series got to beating out Game of Thrones and it wasn't even close. Stranger Things continued the story of the first season with all of its 80’s charm. This season, however, loses points for splitting up its characters too often and the pacing issues it suffers. While there is some great action and character moments (Dustin is the star of this season), it just doesn't hold a candle to Thrones.

Comedy Series (Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Modern Family, The Good Place): This is my junk food. I love comedy series and these are the four most notable ones that I keep track of. Always Sunny continues to be one of the best written shows on tv and the season finale was fantastic. Here's hoping for at least one more season from the gang. Brooklyn Nine-Nine had an excellent year notably for tackling issues like police brutality and the rights of the accused, something that would have never happened on a network comedy ten years ago. Modern Family had a decent year and here's hoping that the series reaches its conclusion soon. Some of the jokes are starting to get old and the lack of interesting new characters has made the series start to become stale. The Good Place is the most recent series on the list. I loved the twist ending to season one and the direction season two has taken so far. There's a lot of potential here.

House of Cards (Season 5): Oh how the mighty have fallen. A year ago I was so excited for House of Cards to return and now I'm ready to put it out of its misery. Production issues aside, season 5 was a bloated mess that took an idea and spent an entire season trying to make it come off as a big deal. All it left was the watering down of Frank Underwood as a character and a sloppy gateway for a sixth season. Luckily season 6 is coming so our other lead, Claire Underwood, will have a fitting conclusion.

Orange is the New Black (Season 5): After struggling to find its footing a few seasons ago, Orange is the New Black is stronger than ever, mixing comedy with real drama. Most of season five deals with the aftermath of the final episode of season 4 and the writers run with it. My only concern is the show’s main character, Piper, taking a back seat for most of the season. Here's hoping she plays a larger role in season 6.

Better Call Saul (Season 3): With it's best season under its belt, Better Call Saul remains one of the best shows on tv that unfortunately isn't garnering the audience it deserves. Season 3 picked up the pace and is slowly transforming into its own beast of a show outside of its predecessor’s shadow. While AMC isn't the Titan it was a few years ago, their commitment to this series gives me hope that its wings won't be clipped too soon as there's a lot of potential here. Please, please check this show out. It's well worth it.

Best New Series - Glow: I made it a goal in 2017 to check out new series whenever I could. While I didn't watch as many new shows as I had hoped, I found myself struggling to crown a winner for best new series. I ultimately settled on Glow, a new series from Netflix starring Community-alumni, Alison Brie. Set in the 1980’s, Glow is a show about a group of wannabe actors and wash ups, trying their hand at women’s professional wrestling. As someone who has always loved the absolute cheesiness of professional wrestling, watching a show about it is a treat. The series is a comedy with some dramatic moments, similar to Orange is the New Black. In fact, the series has a lot in common with Orange is the New Black, but wins out for having a greater sense of theming. It knows it's a comedy and plays with it perfectly.

The biggest detractor is the length. At ten episodes with a 30 minute run time, the show is over just as it really begins to get good. Netflix has renewed the series for a second season, but still at only 10 episodes. An additional 5 episodes in the season would have been perfect. It would also give the large supporting cast a chance to shine.

I'm eager to watch more of Glow and I think it has the legs to replace some of the older shows in Netflix’s line-up in the coming months. Highlight moment: Episode 10 - Money’s in the Chase The entire season is building up towards their first public performance and the season finale spends its entire run time showing us that performance. I loved this as it really feels like we're watching the show with the audience. It's full of some great twists and some absolutely corny wrestling moves. Here's hoping season 2 features more of these performances.

Other Notable series:

Ozark: My runner up for best new series. I really enjoyed this show, especially Jason Bateman as the lead. It has a similar theme to Breaking Bad, which is always fantastic. The biggest problem for Ozark is that I'm afraid it won't have the legs to last more than a few seasons. I could be wrong, but that and some pacing issues are what made me choose Glow over it for best new series.

Mindhunter: This show has an absolutely horrible pilot, but a pretty solid show follows that. I'm excited to see where the series goes from here. The pilot almost killed the series for me and hints of its problems last throughout. Poor direction, awkward camera angles and bloated writing aside, the show gets better the more you watch.

A Handmaid’s Tale: I believe I'm one of the few people out there who did not enjoy this series. It's well made and the acting is top notch. I have no major problems with the series from a design standpoint. It's the story and characters that lose me. Everything is so drab and dull. I never cared for the characters because they kept trying to keep things a mystery. Maybe I wasn't in the right mood or mind set for this show. I found the most interesting character to be on who barely appears in the show and one that they inevitably cut out entirely. I expect a season 2 for the show and hopefully it'll grab me. Until then, I would say to watch the first episode and see if it's your style. If not, it's worth skipping.

Girl Boss: There is nothing notable about this show. It isn't good. It's not necessarily hot garbage either. It can be funny, but it isn't hilarious. It's 100% average, or perhaps, mediocre. Why does that matter? Because this was the first “Netflix original series" that I experienced like this. Netflix has pumped out some garbage before, but they usually let you know in advance. Not this time. Girl Boss was hyped up to be another great series from the streaming giant and it failed to make an impact. I guess that explains why it was cancelled, a rarity for Netflix.

Best Animated Series: My Hero Academia (Season 2) If there’s one thing I watched more of in 2017 than previous years, it was anime. While it was mostly re-watching various Dragon Ball related shows, I decided to check out a new series that my friends had been raving about. That new series was My Hero Academia. I thought the 13 episode season one was good enough. It had an amazing set up for the world and the characters started to grow on me towards the end. Season 2 is fantastic. It covers three arcs from the manga in 25 episodes and really begins to put the series into perspective. I normally avoid long running series like this until they’re closer to the end, but this is my exception. Season 3 is coming sometime in 2018 and I’m excited to start reading the manga soon. This is an absolutely fantastic series with some great fight scenes, interesting characters and really well done animation.

Highlight Moment: Episode 10 - Shoto Todoroki: Origin Season 1 introduced us to a lot of new characters, but only a handful got enough time to be fleshed out. Season 2 began to fix this immediately by turning Todoroki into Deku’s (Our protagonist) main rival. The entire arcs lasts for most of the season, but it’s the fight between Todoroki and Deku that puts this show as my favorite of the year. Weaving an origin story into the series’ biggest fight yet is a major undertaking, but doing it this well is a masterstroke. Much like the massive battles in game of thrones, I was left speechless while watching this episode. What makes it even better is that the entire arc has no villain. It’s simply our heroes battling for the spotlight in one of the best made tournament arcs in recent memory.

Other Notable Series:

Attack on Titan (Season 2): I watched the first season of AoT back in 2015 and fell in love with the series. I dropped it after catching up on the manga, however. With Season 2 releasing in the states finally, I picked the series back up and I’m in love once more. Season 2 has better pacing than season 1, but suffers from a shorter episode count (12 episodes vs the 25 from season 1). Because of that the story can feel a bit uneven especially with a major plot reveal happening at the very end of the last episode. The animation is still top notch though, perhaps even better than season 1. And thankfully, season 3 will be airing sometime next year. No more half decade wait times. Rick and Morty (Season 3): Speaking of wait times, thank god Rick and Morty is back. I was considering giving this my best animation series award, but it came up short compared to My Hero. I had a blast with season 3 however. It was laughing the entire time, even if some of the episodes weren’t as funny as others. Bob’s Burgers, South Park (Season 21) and Bojack Horseman (Season 4): I guess this is like my catch all category? Regardless, I enjoy all three of these series and felt like each of them had a somewhat decent 2017. Bob’s Burgers is basically my junk food cartoon show, even if it’s starting to wear a bit thin. South Park had a decent season; one that I enjoyed more as I watched it while playing the latest south park game. And of course, Bojack came around for a fourth season. It wasn’t quite as good as season 3, but I still enjoyed it.

That wraps it up for my favorite shows of 2017. I mentioned quite a few shows that I’m looking forward to in 2018 before, but I’ll give special mention to Westworld which is returning for its second season soon. I should also mention that there are a few shows from 2017 that I’ve been meaning to catch up on, but haven’t had the time. It mostly includes seasons released in December and I’ll get to them eventually. If I feel the need to discuss them further, I’ll write up a separate piece.

Until next time. Continue enjoying the new year and stay beautiful.

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