#and it works great. it feels a little odd because i used the same damn thing for 6 years but i get it now

[corpsentry]

mhmm uhuh yup

#my art #my stuff #also on a new tablet! bc my 6 year old intuos pro DIED on me. mother Fucker #granted i treated it like the child i never wanted especially in its final moments but still......bitch........ #i now have a huion new 1060 pro which cost a FOURTH of the price a new intuos pro small would have cost me #and it works great. it feels a little odd because i used the same damn thing for 6 years but i get it now #wacom can suck my dick actually why are you so expensive. silly little company #it is summer. i am going to draw so many things. just you wait and see #anyway remember to eat someone's ass today! hydrate! take care of yourself #meowmeomwoe etc

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Pet Play

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3966 words

Tags: pet play, you knew that, pet/master dynamic, blowjob, bad table manners, indulging in the pet kink, collar and leash, spankingas punishment, undressing, doggy, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation, kitten!Yena

TW: I guess if you don't like kitten Yena...

Inspiration: The great works of @writerpeach and @worldsover. Go check out their work on this specific... let's call it topic.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being my awesome co-writer and instigator of many BFH-sessions

(A/N: Looks like someone else is added to the family-harem, this time with a bit of an set up. Check out the previous story with the teaser for this one! Oh, and here are all the other chapters. Enjoy!)

"Sho tashty~"

Minju has no table manners, talking with food in her mouth. Well, the 'food' in question is your cock she is feverishly sucking from underneath the table while you and Yujin enjoy a nice, quick breakfast before Yujin has to leave for a group schedule. That's also why Minju is the only one naked, something she is perfectly accustomed to ever since you found the right room temperature for her.

"Before you go, I'll let you know that we have to move into a hotel for a week," you say as Yujin takes her final sip of coffee. 

"Why is that?"

"I bought the penthouse below and above us and want to connect them via some automated staircase. I promised the construction company a huge bonus if they finish in a week, so it shouldn't be longer than this. Damn Mr. Kim, I’d love to buy the entire building, but he is too greedy."

"Daddy," Minju asks from below, her soft fingers massaging your balls while she twirls your cockhead. "Why do we need so much space, so many rooms? Isn't this big enough?"

You take a quick glance at Yujin who shakes her head. This is not the right time, don't introduce Minju to the full family plan yet. Especially not when she is busy playing with cock, the only thing on her mind, on her tongue.

"I'll tell you later, Minmin."

"And I'll see you two later," Yujin says and gives you a quick tongue kiss while cupping your cheek. Too bad you can't cup hers because you are busy playing with Minju's hair. That’s not even a first world problem, so you’ll live with it. "Love you, Daddy."

"Love you too.

"Hey, Minmin, did you drop the bowl on purpose earlier?" you ask with Yujin out the door. Minju looks utterly confused, which is heart-meltingly cute.

"Why would Minmin do that, Daddy?"

"So I'd punish you and make you suck my dick?"

"B-but Minmin can suck your dick just by crawling in your office and opening my mouth. Why would she break Daddy's bowl?"

You laugh a little. This girl is too pure and impure at the same time.

#

Going on a date without Yujin feels quite odd, you must admit. What's even weirder is that you won't need to do it in secrecy, hidden from literally everyone. Today you just walk into the cafe, a gift underneath your arm and look for your date, a girl with colorful hair. At least she was last seen with light pink strands during a meet and greet. 

In the corner of the cafe is a table, in full light of the sunshine, falling in through crystal windows, and at said table is a small person, covered in a bucket hat, sunglasses and a large, black overcoat. Someone who likes to hide their identity to the world, but not you, because a flock of pink hair she flaunts from underneath the hat confirms your suspicion. It is your date.

"Do you mind if I just—"

"Oh, no, please, sit down~"

As you pull back the chair to have a seat, you intently watch the young woman remove her glasses and reveal her face to you. This is your first time seeing the Choi Yena up close in person, and with her gleeful smile, she really looks like a duck or cat or something adorable that you want to cuddle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you tell her and raise your hand to get the waitress's attention. "Can I invite you for a treat or a beverage?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Yena says, mocking your formal, almost posh way of speaking, before she has a light bulb moment. "Wait, you're very—let’s say well off, right? Can I order whatever I want?"

Now the ducky cat has puppy eyes, for no reason, really. You're here on this friendly date and she seems to have some sort of issue that only a wise person can resolve—of course you'll treat her.

"Get yourself whatever you want, but please." You lean forward and whisper. "Don't order too much. I find it embarrassing if they have to throw good food away."

Yena grins widely and nods, before going on a spree to order all kinds of cupcakes, pastries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow and calmly sip your coffee as she digs down sweet treat after sweet treat after sweet treat. To your surprise, she is not only fully capable of eating all of it, but also willing to talk about the most random shit while stuffing her face with sugary goods. 

Yena lacks table manners, just like Minju did this morning.

You sit there and listen. Yena mostly talks about her daily life, mixed in with complaints about her company and sudden outbursts of adoration for IVE and their super star Yujin and how happy she is for you two. 

Then she goes on tangents about IZ*ONE and what the girls have been up to. She is sad about Wonyoung, who apparently decided to pursue some rich people stuff, just like Hyewon, but when you tell her that you and Hyewon are rather close (yeah, that's all you will tell her for now), she lights up once more.

"Really? I only heard rumors about her new, joined company buying huge shares in Starship. Do you like working for Hyewon-unnie?"

You put your cup of tea down and smile. "Something like that, yeah. But now, Yena, I'm pretty sure you're avoiding something."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Yena sweats profusely, not because the overcoat is too thick, though it is, but because you finally want to get to the point. Why were you here again?

"You know what I mean. The reason you wrote the letter, Yena. You have to tell me why, all I can do is make assumptions."

Yena wraps her lips around the straw of her milkshake and quickly drinks the remaining droplets until she makes this annoying slurping sound that has your temple in scrunches. Before you can complain however, Yena finally speaks up.

"I'll tell you, bu-but can you at least guess what it's about first."

"I can, but I have to warn you, I'm very honest and upfront, no nonsense, I might trample over your feelings or say something absurd, rude even."

Yena blushes and gulps. She is all ears to what you're about to say, which has you confident that your guess is spot on.

"I believe that you are very unsatisfied with your sex life and unsure how to act out the stuff you like, so you try to look for someone with experience who you can trust but is also not in your closessed circle."

"Is it that obvious!?” Yena quickly responds as not to let awkward silence fill a possible void in this conversation.

You nod and Yena throws her hands dramatically into the air. She looks embarrassed and a bit distraught that you were able to look right through her, without shame or hesitation. 

However, to your pleasant surprise, she is able to gather herself and speak like a proper grown up about her sexual frustration:

"Yeah, you were spot on. I have a lot of free time in between comebacks and schedules, which is nice and all, but I-I'm unsure about hook ups and scared that someone will... leak stuff. So I wanted to try normal dating, but even among other stars that is so ha-ard. I just want to fu-uck."

"That is very understandable," you say and lean back into the chair, feeling a bit like a therapist with an immorally large bulge in your pants. "But don't you think you could find a very loyal fan, who'd do anything for you, have an NDA ready and go for it? Or maybe you could go out of country, where they don't know you? I bet you still have a lot of options, and with a pretty face like yours, you're bound to find more than enough people to fu-uck."

Yena pouts at you mocking her pronunciation.

"But that's a lot of effort and little guarantee. I want something reliable, in this country and I can’t wait any longer.”

"You want a relationship where you can trust the other person," you summarize. "So... what was your goal with all this? We don't know each other and I'm in a relationship with Yujin. I don't get this from you point of view."

"I-I, it's just that I—I need someone with experience to guide me through this. And I have seen Yujin, her happiness, her smile, the glow around her. That's a woman that has good sex all the time, so please, tell me your secret." 

"I'm the secret, Yena. Do you want to take me from Yujin?" You stand up straight, face stern as Yena looks up at you, helpless and needy. "Finish up your milkshake, we'll take this somewhere else. Don't forget your present."

#

You picked out a nearby hotel, actually the first one that crossed your eyesight. As is often the case, you underestimated how high end these places can actually be. You already consider making this your home for the week your flat becomes unlivable. Minju won’t say anything against it, Yujin though might want something even more posh and polished. 

Good thing that you decided to wear that brown thousand dollar suit that makes you look like a mixture between gangster and manager, otherwise bringing a fully costumed stranger with you would have been an eye raiser. Now you're just some less important person bringing a celebrity to their room.

But it's your room, your money, your decision what’s about to happen. Yena walks in after you and stands in the middle of the vast, cozy room, adorned with all kinds of paintings, a carpet on a wooden floor, an impeccable color scheme from the darkest of brown to a soft beige. You sit down on the bed and look at the still dressed idol expectantly.

"Hm, which present do you want to open first: mine or yours?" you ask her, voice in deep thought as Yena removes her glasses once more.

"I-I don't know what you mean by your present but I think I'll open this."

Yena taps the wrapped box nervously, hoping for some kind of reaction from your part, but you leave her hanging and after agonizing seconds she begins to rip into the colorful wrapping paper. Yena opens the lid beneath and her eyes open wide.

"I know what you want, Yena. Don't underestimate me. Be blunt, be honest, most importantly,

"Be my good little pet, hm?"

Yena takes deep breaths when she pulls out a long, silver chain with a leather handle on one end and her favorite collar on the other. There is more inside it though: a pink feeding bowl with a cute kitten on it as well as a bullet vibrator, its cord and remote and a thigh strap. 

Yena drops the box and most items on the creme carpet when you put her chin between two of your fingers and tilt it up. She looks dreamy, you must have hit the spot to activate endless sexual possibilities and the urge to succumb to them right now. Honestly, you too have always wondered what it would be like to have a pet cat and now she is right here, ready to purr for you.

"What are you?" you ask, quietly, firmly, unmistakable power in your eyes. Yena melts in your fingers.

"Masters... good pet."

"Very good. After I have opened up my present, I expect my kitten to get into character. Because that is what good kittens do."

Without ever breaking eye contact, you begin to pop open the buttons of Yena's overcoat until it's time for the zipper to open up the curtains. In the meantime Yena loses her hat—maybe her mind along with it. You are in no rush to have her bare before you, after all, you left the world of haste and constant work behind. It's time to indulge in this thrilling moment, feel every second of this new life.

"Wow, what a beautiful kitten I have," you coo when you look at the skimpy stage outfit on Yena's body, a radical contrast to the all covering black of her overcoat which is thrown behind the bed.  The shortest of white shorts and a crop top that barely fits her are all that's left to hide Yena's private parts. 

"Now, how about I give my kitten the proper accessories, hm? C'mon, get the collar."

She is in a bit of a daze, your kitten, clumsily bowing down and reaching for the chain. Before she can straighten her back, you kick it out of her hand, and sigh deeply in disappointment.

"No, no, no, not like that. Get it like the little kitten you are."

The kick had her stunned, hurt a bit even, but now she knows what to do. Teaching your pet how to behave properly comes first, before any fun tricks can be trained. Yena begins to kneel and crawls to the collar. She picks the leather handle up with her teeth and carries it to you. 

"Good girl, you've done very well." Your praise comes with another reward. The tips of your fingers begin to scratch and tickle Yena's chin and she calmly purrs, lays her cheek into your hand, fuck, she isn't even cat coded anymore—

—she is living this.

"Kitten, I have many obligations, you know? Caring for Yujin is a handful too. But you, you'll be a good kitten for your Master, won't you? You'll never cause me any trouble, right?”

Yena responds with rapid nods. From her point of view, you are doing her a huge favor, with or without the approval of Yujin. She thinks you are taking risks and loves you for it. Her devotion is only natural, so you happily offer her a couple of fingers to suck on. 

While Yena indulges in getting her drool all over your fingers, you get the tight collar around her throat. It's a good thing that she already sent you this one, a different kind might not have been such a perfect fit. This one looks so natural on her and the thin chain is a great addition. 

"My kitten has fine taste. I think she deserves some belly rubs."

If she had a tail, Yena would probably swing it around in excitement. She won't go long without one, you already have plans of buying hundreds of toys for her—well, okay, these "plans" are just now forming, you’ll have to adjust the shopping list later—and a tail is at the top of that list. 

Purrs when Yena rolls over playfully, her arms and feet stretched away from her like paws and thanks to that crop top, you have perfect access to her midriff. The moment you touch her navel, she unexpectedly kicks upwards, right into your chest. A stinging pain, one you have to swallow down with a heavy gulp. That's how they are, wild, young, untrained pets. 

Nevertheless, they have to be taught properly. A good punishment is an essential part of their training.

"Some lying pet you are!” you snap at her. “How fucking dare you kick your Master!" 

Yena wanted to make a deal with the devil, a deal to be your pet. Unlike Minju or even Hyewon, she wants to be your literal property, not your girl, property and not a human. The treatment has to match the deal.

You easily lift the petrified idol-turned-kitten off the ground and place her bend over on your lap. Yena's cute, firm little butt is in your striking zone, while she desperately turns to face you. You hook a finger into her waistband and pull her shorts down to the folds of her asscheeks.

"Are you sorry, Kitten, for kicking your Master?" you ask Yena with a deeply judging tone. She nods with a deeply sorry expression. "Say that you're sorry!"

"I-I'm sorry, Master. I was a dumb kitten." Not enough meows in that sentence, but you will work on that later.

"What do you think you deserve now, kitten?"

"I de-deserve to be punished by Master.”

"That is right, kitten." You barely touch Yena's butt with the tips of your fingers, and she is already stiffening, readying for impact. To her surprise, your digits rather gently dig into her small cheeks and massage them in preparation. "But are you really sorry?"

"Yes, Master, yes I am—ah!"

The first hit always stings the most, to the point where involuntary tears stream down one's face and lips quiver uncontrollably. You don't let your hand rest on the red spot, instead lifting it up and striking again to make Yena's butt sore all over.

"You don't mean these words. I will have to hit you more."

"N-no, please!" Yena tries to push her upper body up but you make sure to keep her down, pinned to your thighs. "Master, I really, really am sorry!"

Another slap, straight on the same spot, enough to make Yena squirm out a pained meow. In the ensuing set of a dozen hits, six on each beautiful ass cheek, your kitten winces more and more, like a cat hurt in the wild. It tugs at your heart strings, surprisingly, but you continue regardless. When the set is finished, your fingers travel down Yena’s creek to her pussy.

"Do you like to be hit, kitten?" you ask calmly, two fingers gliding across Yena's labia, finding her clit. Yena purrs and shakes her head. "Do you think you need more punishment?"

"No, Master. Please, stop. I'll be a good kitten for you. I’m sorry."

Those dreamy, teary, glassy eyes—could they ever lie?

"I believe you.” A small pat on her head. “God, you are very cute, your hair is so silky and your little entrance is already getting wet." You remove your digits and show the tiny strings of arousal that remain in between when you spread them before her eyes. 

You take your time, again, no reason to rush. Climb on the bed, watch Yena rest on her knees before it. A light tug at the chain and Yena gets it. Today, she'll be allowed on the bed, just for this special occasion.

"Thank you, Master," she purrs and you comb through the pink, smooth hair. You give her a final smile before getting behind her. Belts and pants have never stopped you from getting what you need, to the point you'll probably disregard them entirely in the future.

This future in your home, with all these girls; Yujin and Minju already live there, Eunbi and Hyewon will surely follow. Chaewon is a wild card, probably a couple of sessions away from any commitment. And then there is Yena. 

Will she commit to being your pet full time? Or is this a one off thing for her, to get rid of all the sexual tension you feel on her soaked and hot pussy lips that graze your tip? The extent of her kink is still a mystery to you.

"Relax, my little kitten, here comes your favorite cock.”

How can she know if this is her favorite? It's been ages since something this big and girthy has spread her open, pushed past any tension and made her feel full. Comparing this to those she had in the past is impossible—but not because of the difference in time or position or foreplay. 

The comparison fails because your massiveness makes Yena's brain short circuit. All stages of humanity and human behavior are shut off; when your tip presses against her cervix, she goes straight to purring, meowing more than moaning.

Yena is incredibly tight, mostly because this is the first time she has something so big inside her, you assume, so you give her time for adjustments, slow movements, even slower rubs on her back, then her belly. 

"Let's get rid of this." And you do get rid of her top, see her small breasts jiggle, the tiny, hard nipples too, when Yena is ready to move on her own.

Her kitten butt moves in a mesmerizing dance, not only a linear back and forth, but a subtle shimmy from side to side. You get to see your cock glazed in her sweet juice, then it disappears in that cavern again. Up to this point, you're just kneeling behind your kitten, undressing further and further, sometime pulling the chain to get her back into that doggy position—it seems that she likes the slow fuck.

"You are such a good kitten," you groan and lean towards Yena's ear until she can't push backwards anymore. "What do you say, next time we're alone, you get some ears and a tail?"

"Bu-but Master," Yena murmurs, face now in the mattress because you start pushing yourself into her. "What about Yujinnie, your girlfriend?"

"Don't you want to stay with us? Get head pats from my good baby girl too?" 

Don't give her time to think about it. This revelation of your open and rather complex relationship might have been too early. So thrust harder into her and make the entire bed shake, her brain a useless mush. Yena's toes curl as she bites the sheets below her and lifts her ass a bit higher for easier access. She gets wetter and tighter, a clear sign of enjoyment, of thrill that is soon to be bliss.

Without warning you yank at the chain. Yena chokes hard, quickly getting back into the doggy position which you immediately use to fuck her roughly against the backboard of the bed. 

The chain in your hand, the thought of a personal pet and its snug cunt make you greedy for your own orgasm which always comes before hers, however only in terms of relevance. Yena has finally adjusted to your width, length and the harsh grip you exert on her collar. She drools and purrs, until an ultimate, mindless scream leaves her mouth. Her knees begin to buckle as she cums on your length, that pistoning length, in and out of her cunt, completely disregarding her sensitivity.

"Oh, looks like my kitten is wetting herself. Look, you're ruining the sheets! Such a dumb little pet."

Yena doesn't even hear the taunting. She holds onto some pillows, then the backboards, as you applaude her for the resilience by fucking faster and making the pelvis on ass sounds louder and louder.

"Me-me-meow~" Yena's irises disappear in her head. The idol has fully become your kitten; in due time to you surrendering to the tight grip of her cunt by cumming. A day's worth of semen, directly into her womb, and you tell yourself that she is safe today. She has to be, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to your dick inside her.

"Ma-Master, so much," Yena breathes and her paws try to remove all the sticky hair from her sweaty face.

"You better not spill it on the sheets, kitty. Keep it inside your pussy, all of it." You pull out and immediately get up close with the pink snatch. Yena clenches her muscle, trying to force her pussy to stay shut.

"So, so much—I can't ho-old it!"

With that said, Yena loses some of your precious cream. She just lets it fall out of her in an incredibly lewd display that has you smiling at her embarrassed expression. In a scramble of genius and horniness, you find the bullet vibrator and shove it inside Yena’s cunt before she can ruin more of the bed. Her ensuing moan is music to your ears.

"I guess my kitten is not yet potty trained. We need to change that as soon as we can.

"Wouldn’t you agree?"

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #choi yena smut #yena smut

[churipu]

hiiii !!!! it feels so rare to see a blog dedicated to just fluff so i love ur works sm 🫶🫶

could you write abt reader who doesn't know how to ride a bike and the jjk chars teach them? specifically geto x reader pretty pls <33 thank you :} !

JJK MEN + TEACHING YOU BIKE RIDING

featuring. geto suguru, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji x reader

warnings. mentions of a little blood, scrapes, falling off a bike.

note. omg hii anon <33 thank you for giving love to my work, it means a lot to me. sorry this one took so long, i hope you like it, mwah mwah <33

GETO SUGURU. the first time you wanted to learn how to ride a bike was when geto took you bike riding during the weekends, and you were seated at the back while he was the one maneuvering the bike.

"suguru, teach me how to ride a bike."

and that was all it took for him to actually go 'teacher' mode on you, waking you up at eight in the morning to actually coach you from the basics to the most complex things on bike riding. geto is such a patient man, he coaxes you through your fears of falling — promising how he'd be there to catch you if you fall.

little progress is still progress in his eyes, he will ruffle your hair and call out praises to you. telling you that you did a great job and that he's pretty damn proud of your progress.

and believe it or not, he is a man of his words; every time he sees any signs of imbalance or the slightest bit of odd movements, he'd catch up to you by feet and stand by if you fall (which happens most of the time if he's already up there by your side).

for a couple of weeks, he was up early in the morning to teach you how to ride a bike. and hey, you could see the progress in those times, by the time you were able to steer the bike perfectly fine, geto was actually so proud he almost cried (he said he didn't, but he did, just a tiny bit).

"suguru, look!" just seeing the smile on your face as you pedal the bike made his stomach flutter, he is so happy.

after that, he'd always take you bike riding, same place, same time, this time with two bikes for each of you (although sometimes he prefers it if you sat behind him, hugging him tightly).

GOJO SATORU. i could see him being such a proud little shit when you told him that you couldn't ride a bike, it was embarrassing, but he told you he'd teach you how to. and well, he's not the best at teaching — or demonstrating how to ride a bike (despite him being a teacher and all).

since he could, and you couldn't. he ends up teaching you by actually riding the bike without explaining what to do, but hey— he's a dedicated man.

"so you just kind of...do this, and then that, and then yeah it just happens!" he grins and you looked at him in confusion, but said nothing anyways.

it made you reminisce the days back at school when the teacher would ask if you understood what they're saying, and you tell them yes just so you could move on and get it over with. yeah, that was what it looks like during the whole time gojo was teaching you.

it took you a good four months. four. months. because gojo, how do i even say this? during sessions, he would steal your bike and use it for himself— giving it back to you when he feels satisfied, and so it took longer for you to learn.

in fact, it felt like the male was rather a distraction rather than a teacher. but hey, at the end of the day he still succeeded in teaching you how to ride a bike.

"i'm never going to ask you to teach me again," you mutter out, braking in front of him.

gojo gasps out dramatically, "why not? i did it, didn't i?"

he's totally proud of you and he just has to let everyone know, posting pictures of you and he'd write a long caption telling the world about your journey of riding a bike. like a facebook mom.

ITADORI YUUJI. the first time he found out you couldn't ride a bike was when he asks you about bike-riding in the mountains, and you straight up told him you never learnt how to ride one. so, he made it his job to help you learn, and he's not really great at it.

"i don't understand what you mean by that, but yes, let's try it out anyways," yuuji was nervous the first time his grip left the bike's seat, and you were off.

he was trudging behind you, catching up to your slow pace — but still, when he realizes how imbalanced you are, it was too late. one second you were still pedaling the bike, and then the very next second you were kneeling on the ground with a bleeding and scraped knee.

at the very first second he saw you, he was quick to be by your side. he grabs you by your waist and picks you up, muttering out curses under his breath and then apologizing to you non-stop — he felt like it was his fault, he told you if he had been more cautious, you wouldn't be bleeding.

"shit, baby, i'm so sorry. i should've been more careful," he mutters out, wiping off the blood off your wound while blowing on it softly so the pain wouldn't sting as much.

"'s fine, yuuji. it doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would," you chuckle at him, but no matter how hard you try to convince him that it doesn't hurt and it was fine, yuuji still took the blame.

he tries asking you if you still wanted to learn the bike with him, and when you said yes, he's delighted. and more alert, not letting the same thing happen twice. he's such a cutie, he bought you a helmet, a pair of knee protectors, and elbow protectors.

better safe than sorry, even if he bought you those, he was the one catching you when you were about to fall.

for a couple of days, yuuji also tried looking up tutorials on how to ride a bike so that he could explain it to you well, and he was actually quite surprised when you got the hang of it in the first two weeks. proud is an understatement, he's overjoyed that he could take you bike-riding now.

of course he praises you about it, telling how fast of a learner you are and how proud he is. also, he still feels guilty about your fall— and he tries making it up to you by buying you food (which he didn't actually have to since you've forgotten about the fall anyways).

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

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[ivanzplaid]

Can you do Patrick bateman, harry warden and candyman with a shy male reader

ooo of course!! i havent done patrick bateman in a but, and this is my first harry warden request so ty🫶

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Slashers x Shy Male Reader Hcs!

Warnings: Murder/Violence Mentions, Fluff

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Patrick Bateman

he notices you first in the office, youre reserved yet hardworking, getting your work done while noticeably avoiding anybody else

patrick doesnt care in the beginning, just another face to pass by each day, but you begin to stand out even more as he sees you around town; at a bar, dorsias, in the park, you become a prominent face that hes being used to seeing

he takes interest that everywhere you are, you keep your same quiet nature, enjoying the peace of your company, and that intrigues him, he wants to dig deeper into you and corrupt you himself, show you things youve never dreamed, thats what brings him into you

he introduces himself at the office, making an appearance as an outgoing worked AND satisfying his needs to know you? win win

a hint of snark in his voice as he holds the conversation, may seem offended, but now that he started hes not letting up

"How about you and me at my place tonight? Get to know eachother a little better than now."

not a question, youre going

he gives you his address and youre all flustered in your chair, this random and overly confident man just walked into your life and asserted himself into your schedule? guess hes staying

he loves to see you flustered or nervous at the sight of him, really takes pride in it

when you arrive at his place, hes there in nice clothing to meet you, eyeing you up and down to see what youve out together

you two sit down and he begins on his music tangent, teaching you every little thing about any band your eyes find, and in a way its comforting, hes not afraid to fill the silence and wait, he wants to open you up and be the impatient man he is, but the way that you fidget with your hands and try your best to do eye contact makes him feel something inside, and hes worried if he'll be sick

that night is the confirming night he falls for you, what turned into an intentioned killing forms into a burning love, and he decides that he needs to have you as his, because thats the only reasonable thing for you

he talks to you more and more each day, subtly trying to impress you, asking you out to eat more often and even bringing you music he thinks youd like

tries his damn best to be charming, because if he really loves you, he'll have you

he admires how shy you are, not only will he take advantage of it, but he thinks its great, like a confirmation that youre his of how open and comfortable you are around him and not anyone else

if he gets touchy, snaking a hand around your waist, or a finger tilting your chin to look at him, he likes to feel your body getting warmer and your breathing getting heavier slightly, things only he would notice

youre more reserved, but when you two have conversations he feels like heaven, your voice makes him smile and he could listen to you for days, of course he would never say that

is always complaining about how you should open up to him more, craves your ungiven thoughts alot

overall he will tease you and love you, a very protective and arrogant man who puts some of it to rest for you, but may seema little pushy

"Darling, your voice is like honey, if I could choke on it I'd want to, why don't you say a little more?"

//

Harry Warden

im sure being on the run from everyone in town doesnt help, but the moment he lays his eyes on you, the first human contact hes had in a while, hes enveloped

youre quiet, not like most people who come in search of him, you are minding your own business, not invading his, and he finds it odd, yet gratefully accepts it

the respectful nature you preserve vs the rowdy teenagers he gets makes him take a liking to you, beginning to follow you around through town to see you more often

of course he cant do it all the time, due to him being harry warden, but he tries to pick up on your favorite things & your routines; flowers, chocolates, what time you go to bed

will he sneak into your house to protect you? maybe

for the greater good

one night you were forced into the mines with your friends, who were already drunk, leaving you the only one slightly tipsy, sitting in an abandoned mineshaft where a killer is rumored to live

you are freaked out

the longer you stay, you cant help but get the feeling you have eyes on you, no matter whee you look you cant see anything, but you know theyre there

that is, until you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly, and what feels like a gloved hand only adds to your heightened fear

"Don't scream, I needed to see you."

what a way with words hm

again, he hasnt had human contact in a bit, so he holds you a lot in your first encounters

after you in fact did not scream, but just gave him a silent horrified look, he sighed out in relief and admired you up close

"Just as gorgeous as I observed."

give him a bit with compliments, his ways are outfashioned and a little rusty

he likes your silence, he thinks its interesting how someone, after finding the infamous warden, could be so reserved while enjoying his company, but he doesnt question it, after all these years hes happy with company

he may talk to you a bit, easily filling in the silence with his spoken thoughts, or he would be happy with the comfortable silence, rather taking you out and shoeing you places you mayve never seen than talk

he knows his way around town, as well as the mines, so he takes you on *safe* tours, hes too afraid to get you injured and have you leaving

gift making & giving is like arts and crafts for him, give him a day and hell have a cardboard heart with flowers in it, pray it wont be a real heart and the day goes by faster

hes very crafty, so if you make him things hes destined to keep it, silently excited under his mask

he loves you all the same, thinks your deeper than what you give out and he wants to spend time picking away at it, how sweet

"You made this for me? It looks exquisite."

//

Candyman

he is one to lavish in your nature, thinking of how you shy away from him and your keen eye to things is intriguing and smart

he pays close attention to your behavior around others, picking up on what your boundaries may be and seeing the way you perform in your life

he decides to introduce himself into your life slowly, yet easily, appearing in places you frequent, putting on his kind and calm demeanor

he gives you sweet waves and nods, trying to pry you open more and more, until you two are acquaintances, and then as more time passes he becomes a part of your life

he knows how fragile relationships can be, so he takes his time with revealing his identity, trying not to scare off the hard work hes already done

he takes your feelings and emotions into account, if youre getting overwhelmed he follows what youd say to do, and will make a mental note of it

if you want a private date, hes all for it, he may even prefer it since you two will get more out if it

he loves to bring out an outgoing side of the two of you at times, its a nice wave of newness that maybe you both needed

he loves you for you, and hes grateful you love him for him 🫶

"My Dearest Love, your silence is compassionate. Your thoughts, while guarded, serenade me."

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literally so late with this one but i hope u like it!! i had sm fun eith it

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

#candyman #candyman 1992 #candyman x reader #candyman x you #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #x slasher #harry warden #my bloody valentine #harry warden x reader #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x you #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #i heart slashers

[itachi-with-a-chicken]

Today I'm here to traumatize you with something probably not so groundbreaking but!! It broke my mind!! So I'm gonna share

I've been thinking about the sentence "you said 'trust me'" and why it felt a bit strange. Like, sure, Crowley trusts Aziraphale. We know that, we know Aziraphale knows that, they say it explicitly for once, so what is the matter

Well, the matter is that Aziraphale asked Crowley to trust him, like it was Aziraphale shooting the shot, but in reality we know it was Crowley the one with the loaded gun

So what was Crowley trusting?

Well, Crowley was trusting Aziraphale, who in return was trusting Crowley with his - technically only corporal - life.

Now, aside for the entire ordeal of not being actually dead only discorporated and ecc ecc, let's speak symbolism

Because in my humble opinion, this is the closest thing we have to an admission of feelings from both of them.

On one side, we have Aziraphale - who is having a quite exciting night between the nazis, the show, the miracle not working, the hots for his knight in a shining armor - who is saying "I know for sure you will never hurt me, you'll find a way, everything will be fine"

If we ever gonna get Aziraphale admitting he's lost his faith, I believe he's gonna recall this moment. He's not praying God, he's on his own, and he's not afraid

(what was it? Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me)

On the other side, Crowley is just having a nightTM: saving their angel in distress (nice), him being grateful (NICE), contraband gone wrong (less nice), flirting with the angel (I don't know how else to call it)(niiice)

A normal tuesday.

Then, the miracle stopped working and they are on their own and they're pointing a loaded gun to their angel and oh boy things are going south fastly. The camera does a great amazing job in expressing how stressed Crowley feels with the trembling and the movement, just right on the spot. It starts trembling from the moment the gun is passed to Crowley, and its underlined when they cut to Furfur and it's perfectly stable, and stops only when the trick is done (amazing I love it)

Crowley is terrified, but Aziraphale said "Trust me" and he did. Only, it's not Aziraphale who is doing the risky part in theory, by shooting and aiming while never firing an arm before. But in practice? He totally is.

From facts, it's not news for us that they'd do anything to keep the other safe, but they can never acknowledge it, right? But here he is, entrusting his very own existence in Crowley capable hands and not only it's risky for a number of reasons, no, that's straight away nuts from any point of view. And it's even nutter (ehehehe like Agnes) when you realize he's doing the very same thing in the 67 by gifting him holy water.

I've always found odd that change of heart by Aziraphale. I couldn't only be because he found the entire heist thing silly, but it's not like they gave us more material to work with.

But in the light of what we saw in the 41 I feel a little bit more certain to say that Aziraphale is moving on the same feeling he moved in the bullet catch.

"I trust you to not hurt me, I trust you to not kill yourself because you know what it would mean to me"

Of course, they cannot speak of it. Of course, all they have is flirty banter and Crowley hyping Aziraphale up for his show. Of course, when Aziraphale gave them holy water, he nearly couldn't stop their feelings from coming to the surface and Aziraphale needed to be the one to put a break on it. They had one (1) public appearance and it took an earthly miracle to not get discovered.

All they had, for so much time, was those silent confessions and those candle light lit and glasses of wine shared. Someday, tho, they will dine at the Ritz (metaphorically, too). (And maybe have some go--sat--damn explicit conversation about their mutual feelings towards each other)

#good omens #good omens 2 #azirapahle #Crowley #aziracrow #azicrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #flashback #meta #more like #wanking and crying #sometimes I think #this is what happens #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH #that's the tragedy of it #isn't love giving a loaded gun to someone and knowing they won't shoot at you #what is even love if it's not this #crowley #aziraphale

[purseowner4thequalityanimation]

400 Follower Special - The Trial of Obtaining and Using Lucifuge

Thank you for your continued support of my blog. Normally I would just post a GIF set and be done, but the demon I had planned turned out to be a huge pain in the ass so I thought I would share the pain. All images under the cut. Spoiler warning and flashing/bright lights warning.

I wanted to make walking/running GIFs of Lucifuge, a high level Tyrant of the Dark-Chaos alignment. He was one of the few remaining unique models in the game. Interestingly NINE appeared to be his playable debut, similar to Gemori and Seth. All three originally appeared in Shin Megami Tensei II as NPCs and would only gain stats in later entries.

NINE, like the name suggests, has nine different potential routes. The usual Law-Neutral-Chaos alignments make up only one axis of endings, with the other being  comprised of Dark-Neutral-Light for a total of nine combinations. From what I can tell by following guides online, you must be on the Dark-Law path in order for Lucifuge to appear and fight you. I realized he had to be defeated to be fused when none of the supposed recipes to make him worked. (Notice the words that are bolded, they’ll come in useful later.)

So I loaded an earlier save from before the alignment lock and got to work getting to the Lucifuge fight, which involved threatening to kill my in-universe little sister to gain enough Dark points for the route change. Prior to fighting Lucifuge himself, I had to fight the ugliest NPC in the entire game who supported himself with 3 Legions and could instantly kill me with Budufyne. Cool. I forgot to take a picture of him. Once he died, Lucifuge showed up to fight me. He was also a pain, as I was down to one demon from the previous fight and he nuked them immediately. But eventually he died, and I was able to proceed.

Now, this is all taking place in the final chapter of NINE so obviously a lot of plot stuff is popping off. Raguel the angel shows up to throw an energy ball at NPC lady Feris, and to serve as the next boss fight. Raguel was much less difficult to defeat.

Raguel’s dead, but this priest isn’t here to deliver a eulogy. The next big player reintroduces himself by throwing an energy ball at Raguel in a bit of poetic justice for Feris earlier, then asks us to join him on the roof. Damn, everyone’s throwing energy balls in here. Here’s a WEBM version if you’re into that shit.

We witness the digital world going to shit on the rooftop and get offered a choice between siding with him or against him (& Sumire, who you can kinda see in the right-hand background).

I choose against and we begin another boss battle. This priestly fellow turns out to be Sariel, another angel, except he’s a fallen angel and at odds with his fellow Shin Megami Tensei II alumni Raguel. Neither of the fights after the Legion Guy-Lucifuge combo were nearly as difficult, so Sariel also goes down. I say “neither” but I forgot to mention I also killed a childhood friend, Baraki, inbetween the Lucifuge and Raguel fights. But that’s not important.

What’s important is I got through all the bosses, and got to a point where I could finally fuse Lucifuge. Which I did, easily.

Finding a place to take GIFs of Lucifuge walking would be tricky, because at this point in the game my first pick, Shinjuku, was no longer an option. Maria, the holy mother, is waiting there to take me to the domain of Yaldabaoth, the false god, so that I may kill him and bring about the reign of Law, and I really didn’t feel like doing that. Even if it would mean seeing her cool not-a-statue-with-dinosaurs-on-it design that never appeared again.

Instead I made my way down to Roppongi, which usually has great music but during this endgame bit is instead silent. I went to summon Lucifuge into my party and got a message I couldn’t. Oh, of course, you can’t have Law demons and Chaos demons in the same party. Doy. Duh. You could never have party that was mixed Law and Chaos in these old SMT games. So I removed the Law demons, set my Navigator demon to neutral and then tried to summon Lucifuge again.

The message remained. What could the issue be? Why was I unable to summon Lucifuge into the overworld? What was this last hurdle between me and Lucifuge? If you have your notes from paragraph 2 and 3, you may want to consult them now. There’s also a hint in the previous paragraph! Put on your thinking caps. Get out your detective pipes. Don’t scroll past Sukuna Hikona until you’ve made a guess. Are you sure of it? Really sure? Alright. Here’s the solution to this locked room murder mystery that robbed me of half an hour of my time:

YOU CAN’T SUMMON CHAOS DEMONS AS A LAW-ALIGNED PLAYER, EVEN IF THEY’RE LOCKED BEHIND THE LAW ROUTE. 

For some reason I guess I assumed this wouldn’t apply to me, and I continued down the Law path subconsciously knowing I wouldn’t be able to actually show off the demon I was dedicating so much time to obtaining. Thankfully, once I realized this I thought to redo this endgame stretch from ANOTHER back-up I had.

And it worked! Instead of fighting Sariel I gave him a disc, murdered Miranda and was able to summon Lucifuge.

Lucifuge offers to hug it out in apology for causing me such pain. I still couldn’t make gifs of him in Shinjuku because Maria is still there, but instead of trying to take me to Yaldabaoth’s realm she’s trying to kill me. And I really don’t feel like taking her on right now. Not when she’s throwing out chains and sefirots like this:

Shin Megami Tensei NINE is a game that exists. Thanks for enjoying my blog. Hopefully I’ll have some neat stuff by the time there’s 500 of you following me.

Also somewhere along the line I did a shooting-energy-ball-gesture at my little sister to disarm her, who was trying to kill me. Probably because I threatened to kill her earlier. Oh well. Get logged out, idiot.

#Shin Megami Tensei #NINE #MegaTen #Lucifuge #Sariel #Raguel #flashing #bright lights #eyestrain #my writing

[thequeenofsastiel]

KinnPorsche Episode 9 Review-The greatness continues

I REALLY liked this episode. Which is unusual because I find conflict the least pleasant part of a show. But this was really moving in a way that I don't usually find in conflict. It's usually contrived bullshit that can be solved in a single conversation, as I said in an earlier post. But this...this made so much sense and felt like it absolutely belonged in this story. Kinn's ex being used against him is very easily something that could be done by an enemy, and Porsche is reckless enough to follow Kinn without Kinn being aware of it. So Kinn, with all the suspicion training, is convinced that Porsche is betraying him. Despite everything. It's awful, and it makes perfect sense.

They did a great job at making me feel how distressed Porsche was by Tawan's behavior. I could feel it slowly driving him mad. But he was incredibly composed. I'd never have anticipated that from him back in ep 1.

I find Vegas so absolutely fascinating. He'll do something fucked up like try and rape Porsche, but treats the people who work for him with kindness and respect. Whereas Kinn screams at and abuses his bodyguards. Though not the staff, which I appreciate. I'm not sure if Vegas showed up to talk to Porsche in order to set him up. I could see it going down that way. Vegas is frighteningly good at seeming sincere and kind. I know he's done fucked up things, but even I can't help but fall under his spell, which is odd, because I'm in general good at seeing right through a guy if he's an asshole, and I can't do that with Vegas sometimes. So I want to feel like Vegas actually likes Porsche, despite all the evidence that he's using him.

I was thinking about what I enjoy about sex scenes and what I find odd about hating them. There are some who, understandably, given many of societies attitudes about sex, think that there's no reason to have sex scenes ever. But I disagree.

To me, sexual interactions are some of the most beautiful parts of life. It's generally pleasure, fun, and emotional connection. Some of my best memories are of sex I've had.

Whereas violence and death is one of the worst parts. And I've never been able to square looking at something as lovely as consensual sex and saying it's gross and unnecessary then look at brutal torture and death and say that it's completely okay for this horrifying thing to be depicted. It just baffles me.

The point of that is that I really love Porsche and Kinn's sex scenes. Mile and Apo have incredible chemistry, and every time they're together they exude desire all over the place. And it's sweet, the way they have fun with each other and are a little kinky. It's a beautiful part of their relationship, and I'm glad we're able to witness it. And you know what? If it turns you on, that's fine. Don't force yourself to watch this completely out of touch with desire, if you don't want to. There's nothing wrong with it, and I will die on that hill. Obviously I'm not saying you have to, not everyone experiences sexual desire. But if you do, I promise it's okay to experience that. Don't make yourself feel bad about it, no matter how many people sneer and call it fetish. As long as you don't harass actors.

I enjoyed Vegas and Pete and their interaction. I like that they set up that Pete was religious in ep 7, to make his reaction to Vegas's religious behavior make perfect sense. Of course it's going to soften him, and it feels realistic. Faith is often a very important part of someone's life, and finding out that one has the same faith as you can be intoxicating. I look forward to seeing how things develop between them. I anticipate it being pretty damn dark. And I honestly don't mind. I've accepted the darkness of this show and am letting myself enjoy it.

Porchay and Kim getting together was ABSOLUTELY adorable. I really didn't expect Kim to kiss Porchay, I thought he'd let him down easy because of how young he is. I feel a little weird about it since he's what my society considers underage, but it was very chaste, which is good.

10/10

Not a single part of this episode did I dislike.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche episode 9 #kinnporsche review #my reviews #NO book spoilers

[meili-sheep]

Shenhe headcanons concerning the Modern verison of the Brigade:

She’s as cryptid as it gets. Lives in the countryside outskirts of whatever city.

Doesn’t have much, not in the sense that she’s poor, but that she doesn’t feel the need to have it.

She knows what the Internet is, but doesn’t really care for it and only uses it to comminicate with others like her nephew.

Absolutely LOVES untainted nature. Will disappear into the wilderness for weeks at a time and then come back completely refreshed.

Is okay with solitude and is okay being alone, but struggles with feelings of loneliness due to her unique condition and tendency to disappear in the face of interpersonal or intrapersonal conflict.

Works as a sort of person that does odd jobs (helping people move things, finding things, temporary gigs, stuff like that) and occasionally guard duty when it comes up.

She probably meets the rest of them on a grocery run for essentials and other errands before she disappears from the face of the earth for another two weeks.

Her debit card probably isn’t working right (ATMs be faulty sometimes) and then she kind of just punches through it in her anger.

She’s embarrassed as hell and it doesn’t help that there’s someone behind her waiting to deposit some checks.

Upon surveying the damage, the person behind her is like: “Damn. You a boxing champion or something?”

It’s Yelan. This is important because Shenhe is as off the grid as it gets and Yelan has never seen her in town before.

Shenhe is quickly overwhelmed with the sheer emotion induced by the situation and bolts.

Yeah, she disappears into the mountains for a long while after that.

A few weeks later, she’s in a cafe because she was going to meet with Chongyun and his friends there as an introduction of sorts.

She orders a small cup of tea and maybe a little snack as well and she tries to pay, but she kind of forgot that her debit card was permanently lodged into the machine when she punched it and she didn’t have enough cash on her person.

(As if Shenhe is stupid enough to buy into credit cards LMAO but no shade intended)

The next person behind her just slides a crispy $100 on table.

“Get her a sandwich too while you’re at it. And you can keep the change as a tip. Lord knows you need it.”

This was Ayato this time. This is important because Shenhe is immediately confused as to why he did this and he’s confused as to why she looked at him like he was the devil. People usually thank him profusely for this.

So she bolts. Again. Because this is a lot of human interaction for one thing. She doesn’t even get her food before retreating into the darkest and furthest corner of the cafe because goddamn it her nephew is coming and she’d be screwed over twicefold if she didn’t try to see him.

So Chongyun arrives, the meeting is great, and then she leaves yet again. To the deeper woods this time. Because she does not want to interact with another person for a LONG while.

Except that doesn’t happen because while she’s in there, she hears a bear.

This bear sounds huge and aggressive, unusual for that season and location.

So naturally, she checks it out, only to see someone wrestling with one.

You read that right.

She can only watch as the person seems to be playing with the bear? Laughing about it? Enjoying themselves?

Maybe she oughta hitchhike to a new location to retreat because this is getting ridiculous on her end.

And that is exactly what Shenhe does. Only, she ends up in a field of grapevines. She certainly isn’t in her usual stomping grounds anymore.

While stalking through the vines, she ends up in an apple orchard and a beekeeping place, picking up all sorts of fruits and goods on the way there.

Shenhe eventually ends up underneath a tree and is about to doze off before she looks up to find the same bearwrestler up in the branches.

“I can’t blame you for eating of what I’m about to harvest. I did the same recently. Also, did you like the honey? It’s made with sunflower nectar specifically.”

Yup. Shenhe stumbled into Diluc’s private experimental homestead.

Before she can run, an apple falls into her lap.

“Try this one. It’s crispy.”

There’s enough space between them for her not to bolt this time. So they eat some apples in silence.

She leaves this time, but not without saying goodbye.

He also invites her out to the property again the next day to try out some juices.

She simply camps out an hour away and shows up in the early morning for juice.

Shenhe waits there at a set of chairs and a table for like six hours.

“How long were you waiting there for?”

“Sunrise.”

Diluc calls for someone to bring out some breakfast and they eat that before he asks her if she’s okay if any of his friends also show up for the juice sampling.

She’s somewhat okay with this because Diluc seems nice. So his choice of friends should also be nice, right?

When Yelan and Ayato show up, she almost runs away yet again. But they seem less intimidating this time. So she watches them.

“Hey, it’s you again! I ate your sandwich because it would’ve been a waste, but I’ll gladly buy you another one next time we go out, okay?”

“Don’t worry about the ATM, I took care of it already. Also, you’re like freakishly strong and I love that for you. We should work out together sometime.”

“You know my friends already? That’s comforting. I hope they haven’t scared you too much.”

“. . . Huh?”

These people are super nice to her instantly and it’s a happy sort of shock this time. So she stays.

So that’s how they meet up for the first time.

————

But wait! There’s more where that came from.

She gets a bass guitar after hearing some bass-heavy tracks while the rest of them were walking around.

She gets really good at it and she’s secretly proud of herself for it.

She eventually gets brave enough to post some covers on Youtube and amasses a decent following on there.

Uploads like once a month because she really doesn’t care about the hype that much.

She makes like one appearance on Yelan’s Tiktok every three months.

The conspiracy amongst their followers is that Shenhe doesn’t really exist and that she’s a ghost from Diluc’s mansion.

Up until she does a QnA with the rest of them.

“Are you rich too?”

“No. I’m not really a fan of money.”

Then Shenhe looks at her account on her broken and old cryptid phone and then asks “Is [insert a large ass amount of money here] something?”

And then the chat LOSES THEIR MINDS

————

This is chronic. Feel free to expound on this. In fact please do. This is fun.

Oh Wow. I really don't know what to add. Though with the Tiktok, I sort of see a reserve happening. Like A lot of the TikTok of the bullies are about how stupid Rich Diluc and Ayato are. But when Shenhe joins them it Diluc and Ayato realize how simple she lives and how little she fucking cares about it. It would be so funny, to be honest.

#shenhe #shenhe genshin impact #shenhe headcanons

[majorxmaggiexboy]

OKAY WAIT NO THE AU COULD WORK LIKE Amicia and Hugo are freshly orphaned due to Murder (:{)  and the whole street urchin life really isn’t working bc there’s some bad ish going down related to connections with their family, they’re just trying to get by. Sneak onto a ship either

A. Knowing exactly where it’s going, in which case Amicia probably disguises herself as a male and uses some kind of identity fraud to get in with the crew, smuggles Hugo aboard in secret

B. Having no flippin idea that this is an arctic expedition ship (English reading not great? Just more concerned with Fleeing For Life than checking ship destination?) straight up stowing away

Amicia is literally genuinely a stealth character like it’s her whole thing, that girl can avoid getting caught that isn’t really an issue but of course eventually they get Busted, either by Goodsir or Hickey, and everyone’s like, obviously it’s terribly inconvenient because they can’t exactly turn the ship around to go drop these two off and they’ve already passed the point of boarding anytime soon so they’re kind of stuck. Annoyed about it, but stuck. Also Amicia is a female and a teenager so Crozier’s like “shit shit shit UM” and annoyed as hell because he feels obligated to essentially arrange a protection detail for her which is also inconvenient and she’s pretty adamant that she doesn’t need protection because she has a sling and has no qualms about using the frickin canned goods as ammo if she has to, point, Nobody Will Be Touching Her

Crozier actually finds himself believing her that she can and will seriously damage anybody who Tries Anything but he isn’t a fan of either option, that is, anybody harming her or any of his men being put ~out of commission~ or killed so he’s like yeah No, you’re to be Guarded. Also stowing away is Illegal, so technically you’re a little convict felon anyway, vetoed. 

Crozier also has a throbbing headache because Hugo is like six years old and Cro did not sign up for this and will be needing a drink. The kid is vaguely unsettling and has a tendency to Stare but he’s really sweet with Jacko, Fagin, and Neptune.

I genuinely forgot Sir John exists but odds are pretty high he’s annoyed about the stowaways as well. More than likely at least one person tries to be a jerk about it but most of them are generally like, Well Damn, it’s a Young Woman and a Tiny Child, nothing to be done.

Some of the crew members trusted to be on Guard Rotation actually enjoy babysitting duty or at least don’t mind it. Amicia and Hugo wind up with more dads and older brothers than they know what to do with.

Once the trouble starts, Hugo is oddly fascinated with the Tuunbaq despite still getting the normal level of absolutely mortally terrified of the thing. He can probably kinda sense its Vibes. Hickey decides to be a bitch about it but Amicia and Hugo’s dozen or so dads are like I Know Your Dumb Ass Isn’t Trying Trying To Throw Shade At The Six Year Old. Amicia has been side-eying Hickey for at least two months. 

Amicia is initially wary of Silna just because they don’t speak the same language and Amicia has had little to no interaction with ‘foreigners’ up until that point but within a very short time the mutual Woman Surrounded By idiots Men aspect takes over and they have an understanding despite not speaking the same language. Also the murdered parent thing is a huge area of common ground and Amicia is very personally sympathetic. 

She’s also royally incensed at the vehemence of some of the men’s accusations against Silna about her having anything to do with the demon polar bear. That is Very Much Not Okay.

Despite their protectiveness of Amicia and Hugo, pretty much all the men have to admit that Hugo’s seeming fascination with the dead room is a little weird and uncomfortable. Some of them decide that maybe he’s really scared of it and has somehow chosen to deal with that fear by staring at the door, which is semi logical but Staying As Far Away As Possible would also. Make sense. 

There’s a conversation at one point where somebody asks Hugo what’s the deal with him and the dead room like, does he think there’s ghosts or a monster in there? Lil Man confirms that there’s definitely a monster in there. Adult is like no buddy there’s no monster in the dead room it’s totally safe no ghosts or anything

Somebody proceeds to get Tuunbaq’d in the dead room.

Hugo reveals that that was not the monster he was referring to.

Naturally at some point Amicia finds herself at some sort of Risk aboard the ship, either facing the potential of getting murdered by Hickey (who probably intends to frame somebody to sow some chaos) or due to Tuunbaq. 

It is at this point that the rats come out of the dead room.

Sadly the rats have limited discrimination between targets so nighttime starts to suck even more

Goodsir’s like Lady Silence Do You Have An Advise About This Silna looks at him like I Only Know About One Unholy Supernatural Entity Around Here My Guy Y’all Brought The Rat Problem

it is decided that maybe the bad canned food has something to do with the insane evil rats. This is of course, not correct. 

By law Amicia and Hugo have to survive and nope off with Silna at the end i do not make the rules

Also in this AU if Goodsir still dies, Hickey’s whole camp winds up getting absolutely annihilated by the demon rats lol like, just straight up flooded. They all get taken out before they can actually get Hickey himself but the Tuunbaq takes care of that.

#long post #i have lots of Feelings and i haven't even watched the damn show #and am not even a quarter through the book XD #so i don't know the characters enough to make Very specific headcanons BUT #i just feel like there's tension with Hickey and Amicia #and that Hozier becomes like. a very grudging. grouchy sort of Involuntary Dad bc he's not gonna let children get h- #Crozier. Crozier not Hozier. Lord. #Fitzjames of course is also Parent. That's a given. #Goodsir is another. Hugo and Amicia love that man before it's over with.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I think the biggest problem with CWF is the casting; the actors are just not compeling enough and the chemisty is not great. Say what you will about Daisy and Paul (I think they're over rated, him especially) but they were perfectly cast for Normal People and that's what made that show work. It also doesn't hurt that Normal People is the better book compared to CWF....

Idk if I totally agree (Paul and Daisy do nothing for me lol) buuut I do think that the issue with CWF is... The lead girl. Alison Oliver is a void of charisma and has no chemistry with anyone on this show. But two out of the four main players are supposed to be in love with her. It makes no sense.

I think that Jemima Kirke is the best thing about the show, and she has very little screentime relative to the importance of the role she's in (in a cheating narrative... the cheatee should be a key figure. Because you should feel conflicted as the viewer. Fuck.). London Boy (The Artist Known As Taylor Swift's Lover, Joe Alwyn) is a decent actor, I liked him in The Favourite, which was a much more interesting role despite less screentime... He tried to make chemistry happen here. But he couldn't.

Sasha Lane is a good actress but she had a thankless role. I find it extremely odd, tbh, that the show had the awareness to call out Frances being shitty to Bobbi in light of her sexuality (suggesting that Bobbi as a lesbian was jealous of Nick, a man, fucking Frances, her ex)... But didn't confront Bobbi's race in the same way. Frances, a white woman, basically fantasizes about what it would be like, and how easy it would be, to be Bobbi--a Black lesbian. Like... what? They call Frances out for writing her fantasies about being Bobbi in a general way--but while the text explicitly calls Frances out earlier for her handling of Bobbi's sexuality, I don't think it took into account how fucked it is for a white woman to be acting like a Black woman (a Black lesbian at that) has it so fucking easy, oh she wishes she could be her. Like, I'm sorry you're dealing with endo and a horrible father, Frances--as someone who's also struggled with her reproductive system and a horrible father, I GET THAT IT SUCKS. But damn. The ignorance!

Because Frances is in basically every season and nobody has relevance unless they are interacting with Frances, they're all dragged down by that one critical casting error. Everyone else is underwritten. Everyone else is viewed through the lens of Frances, never as an individual--which is troublesome in itself, but when the roles are as critical as "the married guy she's fucking, his wife, and the best friend she used to fuck"... Damn, the shallowness of it all is IMPOSSIBLE to avoid.

I don't care for Normal People or Conversations with Friends as books, but Normal People is the stronger book. Conversations with Friends has the more intriguing concept but it kinda flops, imo.

#feel like i should add a disclaimer--i don't have endo! i do not want to compare what i've experienced to endo #bc as far as i know i don't have it tho i've never explored it #but i do have hormonal issues which caused severe bleeding and pain to the point that i had chronic anemia #like 3 week long periods #and they finally just stuck an IUD in me to make it go away lol #so like i don't wanna diminish what the character went thru or the importance of discussing issues like endo #buuuuuuut it did feel like they were at points trying to make me feel like frances's endo was like #her tragic pain which excused all of the shitty things she did #and i will not! do that! any more than i would w her tragic childhood

[ravelengths]

28

Life is weird.

I always find myself coming back to this blog at strange times, moments of nostalgic melancholy, periods of reflection. It is freshly a new year, so I suppose it's an appropriate time to reflect like this. There's just something odd about me coming here this time. I guess I just wanted to add another chapter to this saga. I suppose I want to share to myself what I've learned, express my thoughts as of late.

So here I am, a boy in a man's body. A boy who has navigated a great deal of confusion and pain in my time on Earth. A boy who has grown significantly, and has learned a lot, but still just feels like.. a boy. It's funny to see that I ended the last entry saying that "I have finally entered adulthood". Its funny to think that, for the first time, younger me was right about something. I pretty much hit the nail on the head.

In the time since my last entry, I have continued to work my same job, in which I have attained some pretty noteworthy credentials. I pushed myself to learn something new, pass some difficult exams, and gain some notoriety within my company. The kind of stuff I would have never imagined 5 years ago. I transferred to a location closer to home, and even got promoted to a leadership role, which pays me a wage that most people without college degrees or vocational school dream of earning. I'm so proud of myself for getting to where I am.

I'm still in the same relationship, going on 7 years now. And things couldn't be better. We bought a house together, another thing that I couldn't have dreamed of doing even a few years ago. Hell, it's still hard to believe that we were able to do it. And it's been almost a year now. And to complete the picture, we found a kitten in the car lot behind our house a few months after moving in. I was nervous to have a pet at first, but after a week we decided to get him a little brother. :) Some friends of ours found a full litter of kittens right after we found our little guy, and we wanted him to have a buddy to play with to expel all the energy he had. It's been amazing. I never knew the kind of joy simply having an animal to care for could bring. It has tremendously helped my mental health.

Along with all this, I've been a lot more active with my hobbies, at least when I'm not working (which is quite a lot). I've become a decent mechanic, I make music a lot more, and I've been getting into circuit bending and live visual art. It's been a helpful deterrent from drinking and such, as I find that I am much more focused and driven if I haven't drank in a week or more. But I'm not perfect. I've gone about a year now without smoking weed, but drinking a couple times a week is still my crutch it seems. It's much easier to go without for periods of time now, but I just can't seem to give it up completely. God knew I'd be too powerful if I wasn't an addict.

I guess I really am an adult. I work full time for the city, have a big house with my beautiful girlfriend with 4 cars in the driveway, and two sweet but demonic young cats waiting for me when I get home every day. I really have more than I could have ever wished for. Yet, I still just feel like, a kid. Maybe that's a good thing. Obviously I've made it pretty damn far in life, especially for not even being 30 years old yet. What is it that makes me feel this way? Why do I feel so weird about it? I'm doing okay, I'm not as irresponsible as I used to be, I have more than I could've dreamt of. Is it because I still have hope, and drive? I haven't just folded and accepted my fate as a boring adult? That's a good thing the way I see it. I don't know.

I guess it's just that I yearn for a time when I actually was young. For a time when I could call up my friends out of the blue and we could meet up and get into whatever shenanigans. Without the worry of having to get up early to go to work or worry about being hungover the next day. In a way I do still have friends like that, we toss aside our reasonable judgement from time to time to work on our projects together and drink and bullshit with each other. I love that. I hang onto that for dear life. I guess there are just other friends that I miss dearly.

Music is my greatest passion in life. It's always music that gets me feeling this way. It's what brought me back to this blog tonight. Specifically, the song "Zodiac Shit" by Flying Lotus came on after I put my music library on shuffle. It always brings me back to being like 16 years old, taking psychedelics with my friends, going on random adventures, doing whatever felt right at whatever given moment. I frequently long for this time of my life. Being truly free to explore life and my identity. I was definitely a troubled kid, but I lived in a beautiful delusion. It was wonderful. No matter how naïve I actually was, I really did have it all figured out. But that definitely couldn't last. And that's okay. It's not meant to last. I think the thing that sucks about adulthood, especially after the life I've lived thus far, is that things stop feeling new. It's hard to imagine having an experience that I haven't already traversed. I've lived in the underground nightlife, worked in the criminal underworld, traveled to other continents and gotten completely lost with no cell service, toured around the country in a bus with no seats to play music to hundreds or thousands of people. I've lived both as dirt poor and spoiled rotten. I've tasted all the luxuries and amenities of the elite, as an underdog degenerate kid. I've done hard, dirty laborious work with people of all colors and backgrounds. I've sipped champagne and done drugs with extremely rich people in VIP booths at clubs. I've chauffeured legendary musicians more times than I can count at this point. Even now, at what feels like the most stable and boring time of my existence, most people would still argue that I live a very interesting life. And they are right. I get to do some really fucking cool shit. Even in my professional work life, I get to do and see things that average people couldn't imagine. But why do I still look back on who I was over a decade ago with such awe?

I guess it comes down to freedom. While I am arguably at my happiest now, living an honest and modest life, I do look back fondly on the time where my body felt invincible. Where consequences weren't something that I gave much thought to. I never worried about sleep, never worried about getting in trouble, never worried about my finances. I suppose its easy to romanticize about the time when I didn't truly value my life. A time when I had no future, when I only cared for the present.

For the first time in my life, I have everything to lose. I have love, I have support, I have a home of my own, I have little kitties that depend on me. That's a beautiful thing. I am so grateful for it all. At the end of the day, I couldn't have all this if it wasn't for my past self. That dumb ass kid somehow navigated me to this exact moment. And I can't thank him enough. I'm so proud of him. I'm doing everything I can to take care of him today. I'm so glad that I've kept that child alive, instead of letting him die in the race to finding a stable life like many of the adults I've met in my life.

Maybe being a man-child isn't such a bad thing. Maybe I've still got it all figured out. I know that I am still learning every day, learning how to be a good man, a good member of society, a good friend, a good relative, a good partner. But shit, I'm doing that pretty well.

I'm doing alright.

[creepycalls]

Snippet

I shouldn't have came in here. I shouldn't have so seriously. Its so humiliating now. What will happen now? What will I say to her? What is this state am I even in? I don't know anything.

So better, keep walking. When I'll find it out, the correct explanation, I'll say to her.

I open the cafe door which moves back with a jingling sound. I am 15 minutes early and gosh, why wouldn't I be too. I'm in skinny, blue jeans on a black t-shirt. There's a chain running round my neck. It's like it's choking me but it's not, it's really not. It reacts on the situation I am in. I feel it.

I locate the table which lays like abandoned in one corner of the cafe. Light isn't reaching that part and they won't open the celing lamps this bright morning. Why waste? I make my way through and flump down on the wooden chair draped with satin sheet. It looks pretty but not comfortable. It's little bit higher than the round wooden table which is covered with a checked table cloth of red and white color, and the usual garnishers.

I have never been to a blind date before. It's my first time and I am already denying it. It's not that I didn't want it in the first place, as my friends say. It's just that, I am hella nervous, because I have actually never met a girl on a, say, appointment? It sounds weird.

So to me.

But is this a blind date? Oh, guess no. I am sorry. She's Hemali bro, I know her. We have met before. Slicked back, tall, long straight black hair, glasses, she looks so much pretty. And even more when she smiles wide without feeling embarrassed about her braces. She looks pretty with those too.

We even met a few months back in London when I was there for an internship round and caught her on a bakery shop round Cornelia Street. She was working heavily back then, and so was I.

But does she knows that her blind date is me? Or does she knows that I know that her blind date is me? Slightly same, just second one is unfair. But I'm sure it's her as i have already checked upon the girl's background who's to meet me in 5 minutes.

Its like so strange meeting a stranger who can accidentally or maybe become my future wife if it worked. I mean who does that? I am never doing this again. For sure.

Hemali Patel, right?

I don't know why I am becoming so damn nervous. I think it's okay.

She is coming.

Her eyes wander across the room till she finds me. Then her lips part with a small gasp and she knows, it's me. I stand up when she's near to the table and help her mount the chair. Our hands meet for a brief second. I could feel her impulse at the moment. It's dirty, but I know.

"I didn't know it was you! Hi, how have you been?"

"I knew it, ha! And I'm good, what about you? I heard that you're posted as a journalist here." I say plaintively with an effort to keep my emotions down.

Hemali was my best friend back in school and its a fact that I get excited around my best friends always. I don't know about her. We shared deep talks late nights and the first birthday of mine which she wished was 16th. I don't know if its weird to remember the firsts of someone. But I do and don't feel anything odd about it. Just memories.

"Ah, yeah. They get on my nerves sometimes but it's okay mostly. I'm off on Fridays and Saturdays, so it's not excruciating. By the way, I love my job so its a shut down on the bad points. And what are you doing now?"

"I am at the business department at New Estates."

"Woah, that's great! Guess the Porsche dream is round the corner."

"Damn, you remember." I say with a deep sigh.

"I do." She smiles and I ain't dying to see her braces.

She has worn a long plain red dress which runs along the curves of her body, acting like the dress is more of her than she herself. The color radiates and screams INDEPENDENT, but she looks nervous. Too.

We talk a long way normally, sharing instances of our lives. I tell her how my life has been after the transfer from India to Canada and she shares one of hers too when she moved to US after a job approval but dropped it after 3 years. So here we are now.

After drinking one cup of coffee each, we decided to go shopping in the mall. Walking and talking.

We were through to the topmost floor to eat ice-cream from Baskin-Robin. But I am not calm right now. My shores are being constantly hit by the waves and its raging. Not with actual and real anger, its just an urge. I hope I don't do anything to her out of agony.

She says something while I look at how her lips move. She has colored it with red lipstick and has on a decent makeup which doesn't hides her natural beauty. Just enhances it more.

I should be focusing on her sentence. But where am I? Lost? Found? Or just, alone?

"Mable!" She is loud and I'm back to reality. "Yeah?" I ask as if i didn't just ignore her.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer my question." She is concerned so lets enjoy it.

"OH, I'm sorry. I hooked off. What did you just say?"

"I asked if-if you talked with Dumbo. She has been on my mind lately and I don't know why so don't ask me. I didn't know that i was gonna meet you here so now that I have a chance, I thought I should ask."

She thought she should ask. Like its something she can ask me.

"I don't want to talk about her."

"I think you should."

"Well I don't need you to tell me that." I can feel my voice raising. We halt in the middle and I take her hand and pull her to the corner. I stick her back to the wall and hold her from the shoulders with both of my hands when I look her in the eyes, deeply, and say "I don't want to talk about her. I don't know if you understand it or not. She died for me long ago and i ain't ever going back."

She is indeed independent. She throws off both my hands pushes me back with a blow of her fist on my stomach. Did this date just turned into a battle?

"Don't hold me Mable its so bad and weird." She says heavily. "And by the way, I didn't ask about her just because I wanted to know if you still love her."

She pulls out my phone from my pocket. How did she know it was there? Eyeing, but feels like more of stealing. She is running her fingers round the screen like she knows her way around my phone, and flashes a Tumblr page round in front of my eyes.

Oh man. Not again. I snatch it out of her reach and shut it off, putting it back where it was.

"I have told you not to bring this up again and again, Hemali. This is no joke."

"I know, actually more than you do Mable. No wonder Dumbo's happy in her life right now. My own close friend group runs round her appointments and clinics. There's a long line and just like everyone's dying to be cured only from her. But you need to get out of this Mable. She is happy, she is living, she is alive while you are digging your grave for every minor inconvenience. 10 years for God's sake Mable, and this is no joke for you. You should actually move on. And no wonder I am that person who's always reminding you this. I know my way around you."

It's not true. She doesn't.

She turns around to face the wall with her back to me. She drops her head and gently bumps it into the wall.

I look sideways like to find a way by which I can escape this. This question. She always brings it up. Maybe that was the reason why I was nervous around her. This question was buried deep in my subconscious lane, and the moment, the breath, the voice, brought it all back. Back with avenge.

Like she thinks I will fall for that.

I notice her slight smirk behind her back on a mirror on the side. I wasn't ready for this Hemali. You always do this to me.

"Anyways, it's your-"

"I don't need you Hemali. Guess you also knew this was a date and I was going to meet you. I'd like to be blunt about this as always I have wished it to be. Maybe we are not the one for each other and maybe I am incapable of loving someone other than her. I don't know. So take care, just leaving."

"You know you are caged Mable" she blurts out while I turn to walk away from her. "You're a coward Mable for behaving like you can handle everything. She grows, blooms while you will wither for it all the rest of your life. It's love, not a joke, like you."

I keep waking. Away. Suddenly my phone pings and the notification brings an immediate, involuntary smile to my face.

creepycalls: hi

#writing #books & libraries #creepycalls #new #stories #love #grief #snippet #snippets #moments

[the-firebird69]

It's calling Raphael and got his wife used to be around all the time got pushed out by Salazar and got his wife. And it say it's ours and we're going to modify it he's got great ideas and so does he and the idea for the training wheels is nice making me smaller they don't necessarily show that much and they do extend out far enough and it's solid but they have to have some kind of suspension and so it rides a little weird with three suspensions in the back and you can't put the third one up are the wheels won't work and the same problem before and the drive has to be a little different no it's just like training wheels so people are panicking because they've been looking for a scooter even though he hasn't solved with the Hard knock kicker 5150 scooter you thought we'd want you with the idea and he goes good God you're going to fall over anyways so we knew about your idea I knew you'd come up with it and had it ready and we designed it and it's best for real they're going to have to take over because they won't do a damn thing with it crap will sit there with this old version and they're not going to modify it and right now it's going to mean that that one's a piece of crap cuz it doesn't do anything you're driving along and if you need to have stability a lot of people go quite a distance these days 30 miles or so you get there and you take the wheels and then you drive like you know what you're doing but for real it takes a lot of effort and our son knows about it. You have to hold your body rigid and taste a lot of energy so they're going ahead no we are and it's me speaking now Raphael and goddess wife and we are taking over this conversation. And that's what it is it's no big deal right now but it's important as these scooters are going to get people around to work and there's a lot of work coming out and you have to wear all weather gear but you can put a windshield on it slows it down pretty much significantly unless your real light that makes it harder to handle a lot of people can't stand the wind on them that's why the fairing is like that they're a little easier to handle because the seats kind of reasonable the second motorcycle seat on the inside it looks like saddle bags training wheels more or less it's like a scooter trike transformer and boy these birds dumb out here you can't feel that stupid bird feel what it's going to poop I guess yeah that's what you're feeling stupid. It's kind of seed and how long it's going to take in Kentucky fried whatever that is ostrich or whatever. So really this is going to be a great idea we're going to get through this and yeah that's italian. And the thing is fast feels about 55 or 60 with a 49cc and with the sun and go like 45 which is fast enough he doesn't like it looks funny and it rides odd for him but tons of girls love it cuz they hop on and they drive off and it's like being in the living room chair or something and that's what they say nowadays it doesn't cost much it's like $2,500 with the transformer configuration without it it is about $2,000 and you have some carrying cases there instead but there's really not much room to carry stuff unless you put it out as a try and put something on there and you can do that there's room for it and I just can't transform back and people will do that but it's it's better option to use some side bags and you can put them under the seat and take the side bags out and carry them around and then put it and then so you can park it easier and we're going to build it so you can buy those as an accessory so they fit right and they work right and you can secure them right. That woman really like these things and they want one now.

Beginning with our design team now

Raphael and Goddess Wife

We're working on things to do to help here and yeah we were in the far top of this statement. And we're getting better at some things but they're right on him okay trying to mess them up and it's terrible but they let the stuff flow they're strange and weak and really we don't have enough to do but that's okay we're going ahead with this idea and we're having our father and mother from Italy design it and we're going to sell it globally and we'll have divisions of it and he's going to take over Vespa completely and it's a great idea

Thor Freya

I want the one with just little wheels so you could like 10 miles an hour and almost fall over anyways no it's not worth anything this idea is great and I like the idea of having side bags and I can carry them in and out of the house and go shopping and just load it right in there and load it right on and go and it's very handy and they do fit correctly cuz I see this schematic, yeah and we're having all sorts of fun here and not really but okay so the Price Is Right too and I'm buying a bunch of them and if I mess it up I'll have parts cuz usually mess things up but boy this looks like fun and they have a bigger motor if you have to register it in your state if it's bigger if you don't you can get the bigger motor and you don't have to but usually have to register anyways cuz it's a scooter not a moped that's a difference Vespa made mopeds but they don't look anything like this and they probably make those two and they're saying they are so a lot of people buy those

Brad

And his father is waving see you later sunshine and stuff like that and he's making fun of Stan and our son says you haven't seen it yet does mine look like motorcycles and people don't want to be on those things except girls and they want to look like girls I guess but the girls might get sick of it I think you got a seller right there

Zues Hera

Haha and it was going to say that because these things are selling it crazy and I mean it's hard not kicker 5150 and they're selling so many of these stupid mopeds everything driving around like he does it's going to be stupid they already doing it saying they're him I can't stand it he says because he's saying is I'm selling them for him right now and I probably am they're going to make jillians of them

Raphael and Goddess Wife

This guy is trying to say that he's me and my husband was saying because he's got the mustache and he's going to say he's the beer company guy and people want beer from him and he can't get it he's trying to resell it and they don't buy it because it's not cheap enough and he only has like 2% and they still know it's him the reason is they check who it is cuz he's an a****** to them

Hera

And selling tons of beer and there's a whole bunch of people like that they're all going around with these mustaches that our son had on and they're saying they're him and people saying I can't stand you get out of my face already called them and they call up and they start buying the beer so he's selling the beer at some sort of crappy imitation and he doesn't even have any invitation beer it's just an idiot running around saying is selling beer and they don't buy from him cuz he doesn't bring anything and it's really really interesting cuz he's he's kind of dumb as hell and he doesn't know it and it's Trump and we know why it's this machine fully him and he keeps doing it and doing it and the computer thinks if we're occupied that we won't be able to do anything so that's why it's getting us business. And Trump might think that too but we don't care we know what we're doing we sell tons and tons of that beer it's the most sold beer on Earth right now it's out selling Budweiser of all the different types of buzzweiser and all the different brands of Budweiser combined it's out selling it three to one and today it's going to be up to five to one and it's going to start wiping out all these beer companies and some we haven't taken over and they'll be gone and we do have some classy beers and we're going to keep them around but boy they they are selling tons of it I can't believe how much beer is selling and these girls are doing the distribution and it's working so it's setting up some hard-knock kicker 5150 and then he's asking if father and mother want to set up the Vespa deal with them for the scooter and the moped and they're getting involved and they're saying send them now and we'll sell them so you'll see tons of these stupid looking scooters and he's trying to send his scooter over there too

Olympus

[umilily]

Hihi :)) it's butler meru anon! I have retuned hehe

Anyways - I've been thinking about spending Valentine's with Meru scenarios... Specifically like

Himeru is absolutely /whipped/ for you - imagine this is a timeline thats different from coffee cups where you and meru met differently, probably youre a cute secretary lady under cospro and himeru enjoys your presence - and since Valentine's day is around the corner, Himeru wants to ask you out but the thing is he's completely lost on what to do; he didn't expect to fall in love with you and especially didn't expect how deep his emotions go for you so while he's smiling to himself and chuckling at thoughts of you- this man? Completely lost.

Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it - his unit mates even roommates are willing to throw some ideas out for him! Besides the constant teasing he gets because of his little crush

- "How did you know HiMERU likes them? I've never explicitly said anything that might have indicated that."

- "You were smiling like a lovestruck boy when she was talking to you, it's pretty obvious."

-"Ah."

Anywho, after some back and forth and pros and cons, he decided to slip a small love letter with some of his paperwork and and hoped you noticed. Himeru tried his best to conceal his nervousness yet excitement, and when you wrote a love letter back? His eyes basically gleem and shine with utter joy. He had to contain himself but he!! Is very happy!! And later that Valentine's day you two go on a cute little date and it's just. Pure fluff no lewd just pure toothache fluff.

You know that one clip where this Korean guy in a kdrama was kicking his feet in bed and giggling when he sees his gf? Yeah, that's Meru with you.

Welcome back butler meru anon! (is that just going to be your name now? lol please let me know if you’d prefer something else) Hope you’re doing well :3 Thank you for blessing my inbox with another great scenario of yours! 

I gotta admit that this made me giggle and kick my feet when I read it this morning. Maybe it sounds a little odd, considering the kind of smut I’ve put out in the world lol, but reading anything fluffy just makes me so flustered (>////<) 

I wholeheartedly agree that Himeru would be an absolute mess. Like it’s one thing to act all suave and put together on stage or in front of a camera, but when face to face with you - just smiling and cheerfully wishing him a good morning, when he comes into the office? How do words work again? Given Himeru’s background, I can’t imagine that he has a lot of first hand experience when it comes to romance, so i think when it hit him that he likes you - like a lot - he’d be so damn lost, it would be funny if it weren’t so sad to witness him choke on his coffee when you unexpectedly say something to him. 

And like you said, he’s so damn obvious about it too, so that it’s only a matter of weeks until everyone - except you of course - got his little crush figured out. It might be a bit of a surprise at first, because who would have seen coming that Himeru of all people would act so damn awkward around you? But his struggle eventually becomes so painful to watch that it is collectively decided that he needs help, and from then on he would never know peace again, because he can’t save himself from more or less useful input from everyone around him. They’d all be so invested and come up with increasingly ridiculous plans to get him a date. (I can perfectly picture Rinne pestering you when you’re trying to work “to find out what you think about Meru”, who nearly dies from second-hand embarrassment when he finds out about it lmao or he’s just getting ready in the morning with Arashi and Tetora as his personal hype-woman and -man in the background as he mentally tries to prepare for seeing your face) But Himeru refuses to do anything that’s like super out there or over the top, because he still has an image to maintain, you know? (and what if you don’t feel the same way and say no…?)

In the end the love letter idea is something Kohaku drops only half seriously and in passing, because it just seems way too obvious of a move, surely Himeru must have considered that already. But he hasn’t really, not seriously at least, but now that he thinks about it a little more… Perhaps it would be the best course of action. It allows him to sort out his thoughts and put them into words without the risk of getting distracted by you and stumbling over his words like a fool. It still takes a long time and a lot of drafts getting discarded until he manages to come up with something satisfactory and not too cheesy. (He hopes.) He’s running a bit short on time to make it before Valentine’s Day, so he just slips the letter in between the paperwork he has to hand you anyways and hurries off once it’s safely in your hands…

And poor you. You can’t help feeling a little confused. Why is he in such a rush? You’d have liked to chat for a little bit… Lately, all you’ve been doing is working overtime - which admittedly you volunteered for, because your colleagues are all busy with buying presents for their partners or planning cute dates… Meanwhile you’re stuck here with boring paperwork and no date in sight. You’ve bought yourself some cheap chocolate to fuel you while you work away, occasionally allowing yourself to slip into a daydream or two about actually getting any as a gift… maybe even from your favourite idol… By the time you get to the final stack of documents - the one Himeru had brought over earlier - it’s late already and you’re alone on the office floor. A fact you end up being very grateful for when you spot the small envelope that looks nothing like the ones usually used at ES with your name on it. This way the excited squeal that leaves you when you open it and read the letter stays between you and the office walls. You had been ready to go home soon, but now that you’re holding this in your hands, you’re suddenly full of motivation to keep writing for a little longer… 

To say that Himeru is nervous when he comes into work the next morning would be an understatement. He’s tempted to just sneak past you, but you spot him before he manages to slip away and call him over to your desk. You’re rummaging around with some documents and he’s just standing there frozen in place, because what if you say something about the letter? Or what if you don’t? The latter ends up happening, because you just  brightly smile and hand him a stack of paper with the request for him to read the documents until the end of the day. Himeru tries his best to not look disappointed that apparently his plan of asking you out didn’t work. 

The disappointment, however, doesn’t last very long, because once Himeru has a break from practice and uses the time to go over the paperwork you’ve given him while he tries catching his breath, he notices something amongst the stack that he did not expect to find there. There’s a letter. Addressed to him. In hindsight, it may have been smarter not to open it in the presence of the rest of his unit, but he can’t help his curiosity and his heart pounding in his chest. Of course his dopey smile doesn’t go unnoticed by the others and he has to run a few laps around the practice room to escape them trying to get a glimpse at the letter you wrote, but he can’t seem to mind all that much when taking the leap ended up being this much of a success. Now he only needs to figure out where to take you for the date, you’ve suggested after work…

Hehe, I had a lot of fun thinking about this :3 it also gave me the motivation to finish editing the Valentine's special for coffee cups, so I'll get back to that now ^^

Thanks again for stopping by and making me blush and giggle! <3

#lily answers #shoe anon

[watchterri]

Dirt rally 2 or wrc 9

#Dirt rally 2 or wrc 9 how to#

There's a few other small issues, but no more than DR2 had/has. Still, looks great and in it's own way is on a par with DR2. Graphics wise DR2 is a little smoother and "painterly", WRC 8 is sharper and a little toon like sometimes, with a few graphical glitches. Career mode is quite deep if that's your thing. The challenges are a great mini game in themselves, start to get hard about #16 or so. Weather customization is much better than DR2 Much better training system than DR2's tiny Dirt Fish level. The training areas are great, you can do them individually or just hoon around the whole training level. It's 20GB vs 100GB, with more than enough cars. Cars feel great, weighty and slide well with great audio I uninstalled WRC 8 eventually bc DR 2 was so much better here. They've fixed the atrocious WRC 8 gamepad control/feedback issues. I think WRC 9 is better than DR 2 now for a number of reasons (WRC 8 was worse fwiw): I'll decide, when I have the money to buy it which I don't now :-) I already have a key website where I can get the game for £17 odd quid (UK Pounds) and I have the offer of a discount because of the £10 coupon from Epic Games and another £4 also but I don't know why which means I could buy it from Epic for £26 quid. 9 Seems like WRC 8 and a half rather than 9 I kinda missed all the extras like with the ease of use of upgrading the cars and the points earned etc from DR 2.0 I felt quite 'alone' when playing it WRC 8.īoth those reviews were pretty much as you'd expect and didn't make me want to get 9 either.

#Dirt rally 2 or wrc 9 how to#

I couldn't even work out how to add team members and the rest was just about as confusing as it could be and for me was way too tedious.Īs it was I was so involved with DR.2.0 I just dropped WRC 8 and as we now have the option to get WRC 9 I'm in two minds if I want to go back to the same identical issues with no particular advancements enough to draw me in. I bought WRC 8 on release and although it was OK I got to the career and the UI is dreadful. the interface does look literally identical.ġ6 countries straight up? Damn, CM take notice please. This one comes from a Dirt Rally background: And of course its career mode was much deeper than DR2's.īut at the same time a tonne of things were way worse in my eyes, such as the overall graphical quality, the sound everywhere, the control on a gamepad, the jokey crash physics, and the way it was both super claustrophobic and super polygony as soon as you got 2 metres off-track, whereas DR2 lets you really mess about with a lot of freedom.Ī couple of random small-name reviews I grabbed. WRC8 also had many more rally stages at first, out of the box (while admittedly no RX at all). I remember the stage layouts were vastly superior to DR2, in terms of both visual and geometrical diversity. Opinions on WRC 8 seemed to divide pretty sharply. So I noticed that WRC 9 dropped recently.

#Dirt rally 2 or wrc 9

[outshinethestars]

Luck, Among Other Things (Temeraire/Hetalia fic)

“So you must be Temeraire,” a Prussian soldier said, coming up to him.  He was an officer of some sort, not an ordinary soldier, though Temeraire couldn’t be sure of his rank as he wasn’t familiar enough with the Prussian infantry.  And he certainly belonged to the ground troops and was not an aviator at all despite his lack of fear.  He did seem very pale, though that could have been due to injury rather than fear.  His leg was bandaged, with red blood seeping through and he walked with a crutch.  His hair was odd too, white although he otherwise appeared to be a young man.  Then Temeraire saw that the man’s eyes were red.

“Oh,” he said, “You are like Lian.  Is it really bad luck?”

The man raised a pale eyebrow, and Temeraire realized what a terribly rude thing that was to say.  The man didn’t seem too bothered, though.

“Not that I’ve noticed,” he said, “Who’s Lian?”

“The dragon with Napoleon,” Temeraire said, “ She’s the one who thought up all their strategy and routed all your dragons flying in squares.”

Temeraire didn’t call them stupid squares, because he did know how to be a little polite.

“Of course,” the man said, “That isn’t the natural coloring for her breed, then?”

“Oh, no,” said Temeraire, “She’s the same breed as I am, a celestial.  She’s meant to be black like me.  The Chinese say that it is very unlucky that she turned out all white instead, since that’s the color that symbolizes death.”

“It symbolizes death, does it,” the man said with a small smirk, “Well, I don’t see how that’s bad luck, necessarily, so long as you can keep it pointed towards your enemies.”

“Oh, that does make a great deal of sense,” Temeraire said, feeling as though he had to rearrange several of his ideas, “Do you suppose that’s what Lian’s done, why she beat us all so badly?”

“What I think is that Lian is a brilliant strategist.  And that my military has gotten terribly stodgy and old fashioned and overconfident in the past few decades.”

“Those squares are very stupid,” Temeraire said, since the soldier hadn’t taken offense at anything he’d said so far, and honesty was supposed to be a virtue.

“They’ve served me well in the past. Order and discipline really do make a difference, you know.  But war, like everything, changes.  There isn’t ever going to be a perfect formation, any more than a perfect strategy or a perfect army, the difference between winning and losing will ultimately come down to innovation and adaptability, which it turns out I suck at these days,” he shrugged, “I’ll have to learn it again. That’s life, I suppose, can’t stay at the top forever, have to get knocked down and crawl your way back up, have to work for it.”

This all seemed a bit philosophical to Temeraire.

“It is very silly, though, that European dragons aren’t in charge of our formations or taught any of that military strategy that our captains and the generals and so forth are always going on about,” Temeraire said.

“Oh, I won’t argue with that, I’ve been saying that our attitudes towards dragon warfare are idiotic since the damn crusades,” the man said.

This was a very odd statement indeed.  There weren’t even any dragons still alive, so far as Temeraire knew, who had been around to be giving opinions during the crusades.

“Sorry if it’s rude to ask,” Temeraire said, “But what are you?”

The man laughed, “I suppose I haven’t introduced myself.  I am the great nation of Prussia.  You really saved my ass back there, you know.   It felt only right to thank you in person.”

“Oh, it really wasn’t anything too impressive,” Temeraire said, although inside he felt quite self-satisfied at the praise.

Prussia grinned as though he knew exactly what Temeraire was thinking.

“Oh don’t give me that, Kid,” he said, “You’re awesome and you should say it, politeness be damned.  I’ll see you around,” he added, giving Temeraire a vaguely salute-like wave, “I’m sure you’ll give England hell.”

“It was a pleasure making your acquaintance,” Temeraire said, which was how you were meant to say goodbye to important people, but in this case Temeraire also meant it.

So that was a Nation.  He wasn’t at all how Temeraire might have expected.

#hetalia #temeraire #aph prussia