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Hellraiser 1 live blogging
Summary: That was fucking fun. Amazing special effects, fun plot, characters I liked, and just all around absolutely deserving of its place as a horror classic.
that seems like a sweaty way to solve a box
Oh this is a fun place, look, a face!
So this guy has a brother he hasn't seen in ages.
Julia doesn't like the house. Rocky marriage, too. This weird house isn't gonna help lol. Ew, buggies. I do appreciate older movies using real bugs. Larry! Come look! A terrifying... mattress?
Frank is the brother I guess.
Then who is phone?
Kirstie has found a room, a room better than a creepy house.
Oh no, scary sex party photos. He was kinda handsome tho. Are you stealing that photo, Julia? Naughty.
Hey mover dude, stop leering.
Hello again Kirstie. Hello, ominous bridge. Hello, ominous bushes and trees. Hello ominous farmhouse.
"This is a big house" I've seen like 3 rooms so far.
"Her mother's dead". Lol. I'd heard that line before.
Julia, you got the hots for the broooo. I would also be kinda seduced by brother frank out in the rain.
Julia isn't concerned with you, Kirstie, she has an old photo to make out with. And to stand ominously at the top of the stairs with.
Now for ze attic. And erotic memories. Nice. I think? She seems into it, sort of? Kinda hard to tell, but modern-day her is totally into the - oh ok, yeah, she was totally into it.
Oh that nail is gonna be involved and I can't watch lol. *looks away*
Did she orgasm from that memory?
Ew that's a lot of blood. Bro why didn't you get a towel?
House: "slurp"
Ahh, the tell tale heart.
See, these effects are great. I really do believe this floor is bubbling with demonic energy and resurrecting a disgusting man. Fuck this sequence is awesome. Yeah I can watch this, but not a guy getting stabbed by a nail. Don't ask, I can't explain it either. That fucking rocked.
And dinner party, complete with laughter that sounds like it's coming from a studio audience. Also, you WILL get drunk, no leaving allowed! Except Julia, she's allowed.
Mmm whispers. Welcome back to the attic.
Kinda hard not to look at you bro. This makeup is awesome, and I love his dialogue? It's so casual, but also coming from a horrible flesh zombie, it's great. "Help me, will ya?" He needs more blood.
Ominous lurking, Julia. Love the lighting.
Kirstie, awkwardly: "Gnight." lol
Hello creepy fisherman dude. No idea if he's a fisherman but he looks like one. Ah, smack talking Julia. She IS fucking weird.
Of course he sleep talks. And Julia plots, and thinks about sex.
Frank's makeup is so fucking good. Thank you, 80's movie, for lighting your characters.
Oooh this is a cool effect. What's going on here? Oh, it's Kirstie dreaming. You know I give her credit for immediately calling. Too bad he's gonna die immediately after the phone call. Right? (no)
Hey Frank, you're not allowed to think about Kirstie, you already have a lady. Am I judging a dead zombie man? Yes.
Oh, so is Julia gonna grab a random stranger dude? And not kill her husband? Sorry, random dude. Come on Julia, think up an excuse like, "let's not fuck right in front of the door, idiot". I mean, he's sleazy, but probably doesn't deserve murder. He is dumb though. Julia isn't very good at this fake seductress thing, but it IS her first time. I think I would've stabbed him by now though. LOL whitie tighties. So unsexy. Woooo murdered. In his undies, how undignified.
I do love Julia's earrings, those kick ass. Tortoiseshell stars, fuck yeah. Very 80's.
You did a bad job cleaning yourself up Julia.
Mmm crunchy yum yums.
Ew he's even squishier. So slimy. Ew, no Frank, I don't wanna touch you either.
"Come to daddy" is going to make me laugh forever now.
I wonder how much porn there is of half-alive Frank.
Julia needs to dispose of a body, just give her a sec! Larry, you're kinda dumb.
Julia, you didn't really think you'd get away with murdering just one guy did you? I imagine salty skin on bare... muscle? would be very painful.
Oof, customer service. Yeah, you know, a complaining Karen and Dude Eating the Crickets sounds about right for customer service.
Welcome home, victim #2. "I like to be careful" - murdered. lol. Julia is a lot more chill about it this time, also she's becoming sexier! You know I will say she was very quickly on board with this whole murder thing. Hm Frank, you're still looking a little slimy, do you think you should be wearing clothes yet?
Ok so the cenobites introduced you to BDSM.
Julia is bored by boxing. "I've seen worse" LMAO. Also Larry, shouldn't this stuff make YOU sick? You're the guy who hates blood. Oh Larry, don't be a hero. "Guess I gotta seduce my own husband to keep him from going to the attic". Does she care a little for Larry? I think she probably doesn't want him to die, at the very least.
lmao how did Larry not see those rats?
Whoah Frank just slippin by there. Ooo he's gonna do a murder. Can Larry not hear her say no?? I'm so confused. Oh no, he was just ignoring her. Turd.
Marriage talk with your kiddo. It sure is "way beyond" you buddy.
Ah, marriage talk with the zombie.
Oh no, Kirstie is gonna get the wrong idea. Sorry kiddo, your step mom isn't cheating on your dad! Well ok, yes, she is - but not with that particular dude. Actually, the worse crime here is she's a big ol murderer. Oh wait is Kirstie actually witnessing the murder a little? I can't tell. She seems very concerned though.
I appreciate Larry wants to keep Julia from seeing the worst of the murdering. I also appreciate the crunchy noises.
I love that the whole house just constantly creaks for no reason. Nooo don't go in the attic. Eeeew icky touchy uncle Frank.
I don't know if she's necessarily smart for stealing the box, but she was smart to use it to get away.
Why is the nurse watching the "flowers opening" channel? This doctor is being so fucking weird lol. "Yeah you were found wandering, passing out, covered in blood but uh, we're gonna treat you like a criminal."
ooh, the box likes to pretend it's pretty, pink sparkles! Seems like the box can pretty much solve itself, don't know why Frank was all sweaty about it.
Hm, maybe don't go in there, this isn't a children's 80's movie. That is not a hallway to a fun adventure.
Hi two-headed fishface cenobite.
Oh fucking cool, the tiles glowing like that!
OH that's the chatterer, right? I know folks have named them all.
And it's our guy, "Lead Cenobite" - I mean Pinhead!
I love them all. They're so great. <3
Oh, is Julia gonna show Frank to Larry? Are we to guess he was murdered off screen? Does Frank have skin now? Oh nope, he's just ... wait. No. That's Frank wearing Larry, isn't it?
Why do you need to see a body so badly, Kirstie? I mean, he's gonna be skinless either way. Guess it'd be hard to tell lol. Of course, Kirstie is upset because this means the cenobites are gonna eat her.
All kinds of chaos happening now. At least Kirstie figured it out. Aww you broke Frank's new skin.
"Well, so much for the cat and mouse shit" - that got a real laugh out of me. *snort*
Oops Frank, you killed Julia a bit. Don't seem to broken up about it, but he's more into Kirstie.
There's still cenobites in the attic. I like to imagine they're just up there, twidding their thumbs like "... Is she coming back?"
I always think it's fun when you have a character wearing the face of another character because it means the other actor is playing the part now, and some folks do a REALLY good job at this.
Hey now cenobites, that's not playing fair. She's sort of trying to help you, remember? Maybe that was just a reminder "bring him to us and we'll take care of him for you". I think she's trying to draw him in? To where the cenobites are.
My friends are back!
"This isn't for your eyes" Kirstie slowly slips away like "yeah ok good I'll fuck off now for sure bye". She keeps watching though. Not sure why, I guess so we the audience can see?
Ooh, the house is bleeding, nice. Oh, Julia grabbed the box or the box grabbed her, not sure which.
Aw, Pinhead just wants to show you things.
Ah, so you CAN unsolve the box and it blasts them all back to hell. Also the house is collapsing because sure. Steve is like "no questions, just run".
Ok, the ending fight with the fishface was a little silly. "Oh, can't get a grip on the box, would you just - I can't get it! Gotta grab the box!"
That burned down fast.
Kristie, it's a metal box. Why do you think it's gonna burn? Oh hey it's bug eating dude. I feel like he was one of them the whole time. Oh yeah he was. A skeletal dragon???
And now it's back home apparently.
The end!
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BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED
Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.
Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.
damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool
from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man
OH SNAP
we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might
lol Muscular
you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah
so Deku is just standing there silently
typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave
okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward
so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”
“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing
okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick
okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit
lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories
anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all
which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao
anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk
so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK
anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf
(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)
...huh
lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices
dlkdkljk
just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply
OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK
SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay
I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY
PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!
OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS
something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works
ffjkkl
more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this
this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain
OMG IS IT HIS ARMS
IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT
OHHHHHHH
IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME
I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything
also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level
so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty
okay, several things
pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too
really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME
where the fuck did all this rope come from
not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this
is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK
-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!
rope = blackwhip
jetpack = float
radio = danger sense
and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter
so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever
WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM
okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week
anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS
VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO
-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING
dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings
OOOOOHHHHH
you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao
anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure
“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking
OH MY GOD DEKU
are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting
you guys he’s really doing it omg
Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh
I MEAN
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk
FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO
but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that
uh oh
why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader
oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??
okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol
AHHHHAHAHA YESS
WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS
WOOOOHOOOOOOOO
lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement
okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now
that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU
I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff
(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)
also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good
anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor
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for the meet ugly prompts, 38 indruck nsfw ;)
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38: I overhear you ordering your coffee in a coffee shop and I’m trying to place your voice when I realize that you’re the phone sex operator I’ve been calling on and off for the last few months but the realization startles me so much that I accidentally spill my drink on you and you’re pissed
Indrid thought he was having a normal day. He’s treating himself to a post work iced vanilla mocha, then he’ll go home, watch T.V and draw, maybe jerk off, then go to bed and get up in time for his eight a.m appointment tomorrow.
He’s messing around on his phone when the person placing their order catches his ear. There’s something in the drawl, polite and friendly, that feels weirdly familiar. It’s not a regular at the shop, and a glance at the mans face offers no useful information; he’s a complete stranger.
The barista asks something about the second drink, and the man replies, “as sweet as can be, please.”
“Ahnngod, please, please, please say I can cum?” Indrid’s been edging himself with the fleshlight so long his wrist is sore.
“Hmmm” the voice on the phone takes his sweet time answering, “dunno, not sure I punished you enough for teasin me in the bar.”
Indrid whimpers, hoping the neighbors can’t hear (even if he’d like them too, they haven’t consented to it).
This is how his calls to the 1-800-Hot-Guys line have gone ever since his first time. He asks for “Ryan,” gets a sweet, southern greeting before the other man asks what he’s in the mood for tonight. See, Indrid’s only recently begun exploring his interest in men, and is discovering that a better sense of his sexuality makes it much easier to get in touch with his other desires. Like being fucked in a bathroom stall where lots of people can hear what’s happening to him.
Ryan always takes the ideas generated by Indrid’s desire-addled brain and runs with them. Tonight, virginal Indrid Cold went to a leather bar and found a bear waiting for him (he suspects Ryan might be one in the real world, because when Indrid first revealed that preference his moans sounded a touch more genuine). The bear made him blow him in front of everyone to make sure he was worth taking home, then told him not to cum until he was done fucking him.
“Please?”
A chuckle, “Okay darlin, you can cum.”
Indrid’s certain he hurts Ryan's ear with the noise he makes as he spurts into the toy, but all the other man says is , “Good boy.”
After a moment, he adds, “aw fuck, meant to bring some spankin or somethin into the scene because I know you like it.”
“That’s, that’s quite alright. I’m not sure you could ever disappoint me.”
“Thanks, sugar.”
Indrid whines, hoping it sounds horny and not like the noise a man who’s just realized he’ll be sleeping alone makes.
“You like when I call you that? Because it’s true; you’re as sweet as can be”
As he’s been having its slow-motion realization, Indrid’s body has been going on autopilot, picking up his cup when the young woman behind the counter calls his name. Which means that--when Indrid startles at his revelation-- the cup is in perfect position to send its contents flying straight onto the man who caused it.
“AHfuck, jesus man be careful!”
“I, I’m so sorry, here, let me-” he slips in the puddle of coffee and hits the floor, kicking the other man in the shin on his way down.
“Owfuck, fuck, okay, don’t fuckin try to help again.” The man snaps.
“Nono, right, I’m sorry, goodbye” he scrambles up, sticky with shame and vanilla syrup, and hurries out of the shop.
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Duck keeps an eye on his burner phone while playing Plants vs Bom-Boms on his real one. It’s shaping up to be another night with only two calls.
He took up the phone sex thing during the last government shutdown; the park had to furlough them, and he needed money. The extra cash was nice enough that he kept at it even after work started back up. He isn’t the most in-demand operator; he can’t lie, laughs a little too easily, so lots of callers don’t come to him a second time.
One of the few who does is Indrid. He’s Duck’s favorite because their fantasies align well enough that he actually jerks off while on the phone with him. But the guy hasn’t called in two weeks; this is a bummer, in part, because Duck came up with a scenario involving a pool table and a biker gang he thinks Indrid would really be into.
More than that, he’s worried about him.
He worries about him so much that even a half a day later he’s wondering if he should figure out how to have someone check on him. The coffee shop is conducive to thinking. Right up until the dipshit who spilled coffee on him a few weeks back plops down in the seat across from him.
“You here to ruin another shirt?”
The man, all silver hair and angular features, shakes his head, “Nono, I, I really am very sorry about that. I came to offer to buy you another.”
Duck points at his cup.
“Some other time?”
“You come here often?’
“Since I moved to the city, yes. I was out in the suburbs up until a few months ago.”
“Fine. Next time we see each other, you owe me a drink.”
He nods, nearly sliding his red glasses off his nose in his eagerness. Then he taps on the table, “There’s, ah, something else you should know. We already know each other. In a way.”
Duck frowns; he’s never seen this guy before, he’d remember his face.
“We talk on the phone. Often.”
Oh fuck.
“My name is, ah, it’s, it’s Indrid.”
“Jesus, glad you’re ok--hold the fuck on. How the fuck do you know who I am?”
“I recognized your voice the last time we were both here. I, I wanted to get to know you more but I felt it was only right to do so if you knew I knew who you were so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but you clearly are, I’m so sorry” he stands up, banging his knee in the process, “I promise I won’t call any more, I didn’t mean to be creepy, I’m sorry, goodbye.”
He’s out the door in a flash of long limbs before Duck has a chance to respond.
Duck sighs, downs the rest of his coffee, and decides not to dwell on the fact he’s going to miss Indrid’s calls.
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Indrid’s excited. He really is.
It’s just that the sex club is even more overstimulating than he anticipated.
It was alright at first; when he replied that yes, this was his first time, the guy working the counter ushered him over to a set of blue velvet seats and told him to wait. Soon, Indrid and ten others were being given a rundown of the rules, risks, and etiquette of the space, their understanding of which they signed in a neatly typed contract.
Then they turned them loose into three stories of sexual exploration and Indrid froze, totally unable to process it all. Lucky for him Lucy, there with her girlfriend Willow, helped him navigate the edge of the first floor until they came to one of the “chill out” rooms; rooms for people for whom the club was as much a place to chat with friends as it was a place to get spanked or suspended. They even have juice.
After three separate people check to be sure he’s alright, he asks the trio on a nearby couch where he should go to if he’s interested in bondage and impact play. They all agree the second floor is his best bet, and that there’s a shibari demonstration starting soon.
To reach the demo room, Indrid passes though a portion of the space that reminds him of a hotel. The nice dominatrix explained the rules for their use as: doors and windows closed, leave us alone. Curtains open but door shut? You’re free to watch, but don’t come in. And if the door is open, you’re welcome to join whatever is happening. He pauses at some open windows, but nothing really catches his attention.
The demo room is already packed, so he stays at the back. A perk of being tall is he can see the couple on the little platform easily without blocking anyone else’s view. The dom is explaining why she chose the rope she did and what ties she’s going to show everyone. Indrid listens, but his eyes wander in hopes of finding someone checking him out.
Someone is. But Indrid isn’t sure it’s a good thing.
Duck stands a few bodies to his left, looking him up and down with a slight smile. Well, at least that means he doesn’t think he’s stalking him or something.
The other man meets his eyes, tips his head towards the nearby green room and raises an eyebrow. Indrid nods, picks his way through the crowd to find Duck has beaten him there.
“Y’know, if you’d told me you were into this scene, I coulda worked with that.” He polishes off his water and tosses the cup in the trash.
“I...this is my first time. Is, ah, is it yours?”
“Nah. Came some when I was younger, decided to come out tonight because I was bored and itchin’ to get someone cute in my lap.” The casual way he says it is a hundred times hotter than the practice voice he used on the phone.
“Ah. In, ah, in that case, would you mind if I asked you a question?”
“Shoot.” Duck leans against the wall, grinning.
“Am I dressed alright for this?” He gestures to his pink and yellow tank top and black jeans.
He watches Duck catch his laugh before it starts, which he appreciates.
“You’re dressed just fine, Indrid. I mean, just look at me.”
“I am” Indrid is having such a difficult time tearing his eyes from the way Duck’s white t-shirt fits his chest or how the bluejeans show off his ass. Duck catches him mid-ogle, which is all it takes to drop his gaze to the floor.
“C’mon, sit down with me a sec.” Duck settles on a grey couch, leaving Indrid space to join him, “feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot. You know I ain’t angry with you for tellin me you were a customer, right?”
Indrid shakes his head but sits down all the same.
“Indrid, you startled the hell outta me when you admitted that. For a second, I was sure you were gonna try to get somethin outta me by threatenin to tell my boss at my regular job. But then it was so fuckin clear all you were tryin to do was be straight with me and try to be polite about the drink thing, I wasn’t mad at all. You just up and bolted before I could say as much.”
“Ah. Yes. I, ah, I can be a bit of a walking disaster so I try to get out of situations before I make them even worse.”
Duck touches his hand, “I get bein’ spooked. Happens to everyone. But, uh, guess what I’m also gettin at is, uh, if you wanna actually get to know each other, I ain’t gonna complain.”
“I’d like that.”
“Okay” Duck scoots closer, “let’s start easy; what do you do when you ain’t callin me?”
Indrid tells him about the tattoo shop, which leads to them comparing ink, which in turn leads to Duck getting on a ten minute digression about native plants. They’re debating the best Cramps album (Duck votes for “Date With Elvis,” Indrid for “Off the Bone”) when they decide to stretch their legs, Duck holding Indrid’s hand as he weaves them through rooms and clumps of people.
They end up doing laps of the second floor, people watching, during which Duck nudges Indrid playfully, “Knew you were kiddin me with the never been fucked stuff.”
“Ah, well…”
“Holy fuck, you’ve never had sex and you picked here as the place to try? You got guts, sugar.”
Indrid blushes, “Well, yes and no. I’ve never had sex with another guy, but I feel confident in what kinds of things I want to try. You helped a lot with that; you made me feel safe enough to express and explore my more intense desires.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“I came here out of curiosity, and because I thought my chances were good of finding someone who shared my interests without running the gamut of dating.”
“So all that stuff about bein watched, bein roughed up and used, you, uh, you really like it?”
“Indeed. Do you like it too? I, ah, I assume you pretend to like everything when you work on a sex line.”
“You’re supposed to yeah. But I’ll let you in on a little secret” Duck leans close, whispers in his ear, “I never was much good at pretendin.”
“Oh. Oh my.” He leans against Duck, excitement making his legs unreliable.
“You want me to show you just how much I like it?”
“Please.”
Duck kisses his cheek, “Missed hearin you beg, sugar. C’mon.” He pulls Indrid two doors down to a room dedicated to impact play. People are sprawled and tied to crosses, benches, chairs, all of which look exciting. Duck doesn’t stop to consider them, doesn’t even hesitate on their trip. He stops at a table, one bolted to the floor, and digs through a nearby basket.
“Here it is” he pulls out a red blanket, holds it out for Indrid to test the texture.
“It’s lovely.”
“Good” Duck spreads it on the table, “you’ll be comfier this way. How naked do you wanna be?”
“Is just my underwear alright?”
Duck points to the completely nude person being spanked on his right and the fully clothed one being hit with a crop to his left.
“I meant with you.”
Duck sets his hands on Indrid’s hips, “as long as I get to see this cute ass in the air for me, I’ll be just fine.”
Indrid quickly strips to his boxer briefs, opts to leave them on for now. Duck licks his lips, pats the table. Indrid bends over it, feet planted on the floor.
“Gonna use just my hand tonight. Easier for me to feel how hard I’m hittin, and I wanna be able to grope you while I turn your ass red.”
He moans, tenses as Duck rubs soothing circles on his ass. The first few slaps are mild, Duck checking on him after each one. Then one comes, hard and sharp, and he gasps, hips momentarily twitching away from Duck.
“Still good?”
“So very good, more, pleaseAHgod” He clings to the far end of the table as Duck brings ten slaps down on each side before giving him a rest.
“Let’s see...how many times would you say you called me?”
“At, at least fifteen.”
“Fifteen times two, add a few extra for ghostin me…” Duck pets his lower back, “You’re gonna get forty on each side as punishment for not lettin me see you cum all those times you called. Think you can handle that?”
Indrid nods.
“Count.”
“AHone, two, th-three, Aaaah,god, fourfive…”
Indrid loses himself somewhere around “ten” on the second side; all his focus is on being good, on counting out each strike, on taking whatever Duck wants to give him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and his skin stings from ass to thigh. Dimly, he hears spectators complimenting Duck on having such a well-trained sub.
“He is, ain’t he?” Duck lands the final blow with a grunt, keeps his hand there and squeezes. Indrid whimpers, the pain going straight to his already aching dick. Duck shifts his stance, still mercilessly groping the bruise but pressing his fly against the cleft of Indrid’s ass, making it abundantly clear Indrid isn’t alone in his arousal, “he fuckin knows who he belongs too.”
Indrid moans, tears pricking his eyes; Duck is wonderful, Duck is handsome, Duck is perfect, and Duck is claiming him instead of someone twice as attractive or experienced.
“I know, sugar, you like it when people see how good you are for me.” Duck crouches down, petting Indrid’s hair as he studies his face, “you wanna regroup and finish this at home? Or do you need me now?”
“Now?” Indrid raises his head hopefully. His voice is odd in his throat, vulnerable but not afraid in the slightest. Duck nods, helps him up, thanks the person who offers to clean-up the station since Indrid, “looks like he’ll hit the ground if you let go” and grabs Indrid’s clothes.
“No point in putting these back on. Not with what I’m gonna do to you.”
They find an unoccupied, cleaned room, Indrid flopping on the bed as Duck closes the door.
“You wanna prep yourself or do you want me to?”
“I, I can do it. And could we, ah, leave the curtains closed for this bit?”
“Course.” Duck draws the red fabric tight as Indrid fishes complimentary condoms and lube from the bowl on the table. He’s so wound up he starts with two, the stretch uncomfortable for a few instants before he gets himself to relax.
“You look so fuckin good doin that.” Duck is undressing, only taking his eyes off Indrid when his belt buckle resists him.
“I’ve had a lot of practice fingering myself while listening to you. I, I’d picture whatever person you told me to but I, none of it compares to you.”
Duck blushes as he pulls his pants off.
“I mean it. You, you’re so handsome I” he tenses, pushing the third finger in and fucking himself fast, “I can’t believe it. I,I want to be so good for you, Duck, please,” he’s babbling, decides to quit while he’s ahead, “is three enough?”
“You tell me.” Duck gestures to his dick with a flourish; it’s average length, he thinks, but combined with the dark hair on Duck’s belly and the strong curve of his thighs, it is the most glorious dick in all of creation.
“Yes, yesyes, please come over here now oh, wait, the curtains please?”
Duck whisks them open on his way to the bed, settles with his back against the wall before rolling the condom on with ease. He points to his lap, “You wanna face me?”
“Yes. I...I like the idea of people watching but I don’t think I can handle seeing their scrutiny just yet.” He straddles Duck, let’s the shorter grope his sore ass before guiding it down.
“You sure you wanna do this now?” Duck murmurs into his chest, “you don’t owe me your first time with a fella.”
Indrid kisses his forehead and sinks down in reply.
‘Fuck!” Duck grips his hips, laughs, “that’s a hell of an answer, sugar.”
“Nngh” Indrid’s whole brain goes offline at the feeling of Duck inside him.
“Dick drunk already?” Duck teases.
“YesAHGOD, god, ohmygoodness.” He clings to Duck’s shoulders as the other man fucks up into him with abandon.
“That’s just fine, ‘Drid. Got enough brains for the two of us; all you gotta do is be my cute, fucked-out toy.”
“Nffph” Indrid hides his face in Duck’s neck. His legs and ass, still sore from earlier, are reluctant to obey his mind, so all he can do is let Duck bounce him on his cock or hold him down on it to thrust up in short, demanding jerks of his body.
“We got an audience.”
Indrid tries to moan. It comes out a whimper.
“You want me to tell you what they’re doin?”
“Mmhhmm”
“Two of ‘em are makin out with one eye on you. The other three…” he nibbles Indrid’s ear, “they’re jerkin off to us. Don’t blame ‘em, you look so fuckin good on my dick they all wish they were me.”
“Duck” his cock keeps rubbing on Duck’s belly, threatening to spill before he’s ready.
“One of ‘em asks how you feel on my dick. You want me to tell him?”
“Please.”
“Fuckin’ great!” Duck yells, “it’s his first time and he’s” Duck grunts, bucks his hips, “so fuckin tight but takes it like a fucking champ. Gettin in this ass is a fuckin privilege.”
Indrid smiles into his skin at the pride in Duck’s voice and the responding whoops from outside.
“Fuck” Duck kisses his cheek, “fuck, shoulda grabbed a cock ring, I’m gonna cum way too fuckin fast.”
“Me, me too.”
“Just like a fuckin virgin.” Duck quickens their pace.
“I’m not a--Aaaahn” the noise cuts off as he cums between them, cock pulsing onto Duck’s skin.
“Fuck, fuck that’s hot, fuck, c’mon sugar, lemme cum, lemme cum right in this fuckin perfect assfuck, fuck, ‘Drid.” He holds Indrid down, groaning as he pumps his hips. Then he tips them forward, crashing their mouths together and pressing Indrid into the bed.
When they surface for air, the spectators are gone. Duck pulls out, cleans them both up as Indrid tries to remember how words work.
“So good.” Is what comes out.
“Glad you think so.” Duck gathers him into a hug, “you want me to do all the aftercare here?”
Indrid blinks, “what’s the other option?”
“We could, uh, go back to my place?”
“That...I’d like that. Wait.” Indrid cocks his head, “do you...would it really be okay if I stayed the night?”
“Yep. Kinda hopin you’d stay over plenty in the future.”
“You want to date me?’
“Damn right” Duck kisses him, “besides you, still owe me a drink.”
Indrid kisses back, grinning, “So I do.”
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Honestly I recommend maybe just mentioning the situation to your manager. That way if he even gets hired maybe they can just keep an eye on it. I had a similar situation where a coworker kept making suggestive comments to me. I didn’t really think twice about it but some of my female coworkers freaked when i told them and they made me tell the manager who kept an eye on it and dealt with things when it eventually escalated from there.
Okay anon so this is a bit of a longer, more in-depth response to what happened and giving more context about my former coworker’s creepy behavior this week and what my manager did in response to it!
I put a read more to help avoid making this post a massive pain to scroll past, haha.
But at a glance, I can say that I was disturbed this week with some of what he was doing and tbh I’m trying to minimize things so that hopefully a situation isn’t created and I cannot actively become a target if this guy hates rejection in any form and me trying to get distance will piss him off.
It’s... a lot. But for right now my bases are as covered as far as they can be!
edit: oh my god this thing got so messed up and deleted part of this WTF.
Basically he’s a young kid and he’s unofficially on the spectrum. He wasn’t well liked at first because he did a lot of stupid stuff when he first got hired (like chasing after a customer and accusing them of theft when they DIDN’T steal anything and then arguing with customers to the point they wanted to kick his ass-- not even joking, they were ready to fight him). I tried to be kind to him but had to correct things so at first he liked that I wasn’t as harsh as other people but I guess that developed into feelings over time.
He has a GF and while he likes her, it’s like they are easily one thing away from breaking up. I’m sure she is the only reason he hasn’t said anything, and if they do break up, BOOM open season begins. His GF mentioned she doesn’t like him being around me and he told me this and I said: “Tell her not to worry, I’m gay / don’t date anyone / am never interested in anyone / or we are JUST FRIENDS.”
This never stalled him. And despite us never directly talking about feelings and him never admitting he had a crush, it was obvious. He was always wanting to talk to me, attached to my hip. But it was weird because for a minute, he was starting to become a bit distant right up until I mentioned I was leaving, and then he just did all this stuff in a week’s span.
I didn’t exactly get too in depth on my initial posts, but he really creeped me out this week.
My 2nd to last day at my old job, I went through what I call “the phone fiasco.”
I was cashier, and I was at the register ringing up customers at a near constant. Because of this, my coworker couldn’t come up to talk to me and he had to stay in his department across the store. Well, a lady is about to swipe her card, and the guy behind her sees her puppy and says he’d love a picture of it for his wife it that was okay. The lady consents and the guy takes his phone out.
We have radios to communicate with one another and over the radio my coworker yells: IS THAT GUY TAKING PHOTOS OF YOU?
I seriously didn’t understand what was happening at first, but after he repeated himself I’m like... “Uh no dude, he’s taking pics of a dog?”
My manager on duty was really confused for a sec and I had to explain that no one was taking pictures of me. As I did this, I looked over to my coworker’s department and I couldn’t see anyone. Meaning: I couldn’t see where he was watching me from. Knowing he had been doing so before this, as he noticed this guy take his phone out for pictures, this disturbed me because it had me wondering how long this kid was watching me for, on top of not knowing/seeing where he was doing this.
My last day at work he got me a card. He basically said he’d miss me and he gave me a few dollars with it. I was half expecting him to say something about his feelings because he was so nervous about this card. But I thanked him politely and he told me he would “see me soon” at my new job (which he learned of from coworkers) and wished me luck.
Well I didn’t know that mean he was going to come in THE NEXT DAY. As I mentioned, my last two days of work lined up consecutively with my first 5 at my new job, so I legit worked 7 days straight this past week. So I legit finished my old job with him the day prior, and now here he is the following morning at my new work.
I seriously got no heads up or had any idea he was coming in until he already left and he didn’t see me. I was in the back doing my computer training when he texted me about it and said he was coming in again after a few days.
He did as promised and showed up and made sure to come in when I was working. Due to COVID hours and scheduling, I would’ve been there one hour after opening and would leave one hour before close, so there wasn’t a good window to avoid him during that time.
He made sure to sneak up on me and surprise me and after he did that he began talking to me. He told me about how work was going to shit (not a lie tbh) and he was wanting to jump ship and he asked me if my new work was hiring. I told him to jump, genuinely, because that place is hell, but I suggested to try other places in the area as I didn’t think any positions were really open. He took this as “yes there’s something” and “ah what a great suggestion about positions here” because he said he would talk to my manager and see if he could get hired on “soon.”
Like visiting me, he went in to talk to my manager the FOLLOWING day. He went in store and asked about applying and my manager talked to him a bit. I haven’t mentioned him to my manager whatsoever and I’ve only mentioned one former coworker that I was hoping could transition over which was NOT him. My manager thought it was him but in general told him about a full-time position that was open. He immediately tried to bank on this.
He texted me after this happened telling me I was “a saint.” Idk why because I:
1) never recommended him to apply in the first place.
It was his idea and I advocated against it. I was never encouraging him to apply to my work, but actively at other places.
2) didn’t tell him about the position he applied for.
I didn’t know what was available. I told him as much. And even when he texted me about it, he said my store manager informed him of this full time position.
Which leads me onto what happened YESTERDAY. He texts me trying to ask for my associate ID for his application. I did this myself, and I put that my sis/coworker recommended I apply. When you do this, it asks for their ID on the app. Like most people, I noped and just said I found out by an employment site.
No. This boy wants to give me credit for something I didn’t do. Legit I didn’t even know that position was available and ofc I couldn’t recommend something I didn’t know existed. He was still insistent so I lied and said I couldn’t remember my number, lmao.
Now for the biggest bit: I had talked to my manager the day before this whole “let me give you credit” text.
My manager wanted my opinion on him anyways, but I contacted her out of the blue asking to talk to him. I told her about all of this listed above and how I was getting majorly creeped out and uncomfortable, and she completely understood. The phone fiasco bothered her and she didn’t like how I told her about “he’s come to see me twice and is trying to become my coworker again in 6 days of me being here.”
She doesn’t seem keen on hiring him but will most likely have to go through the interview for the sake of things but there were other issues like his availability and in general, he’s been refused at my work once before (reason why he ended up applying and getting hired at my old work). So hopefully it will look like a more natural rejection with valid reasons instead of it just being how he is with me because I do not want to escalate him, if possible.
I’m trying to make it appear like distance is withering things too, unless he really amps up and does creepier things because I only want to outright tell him to fuck off with more fire behind those words and when it truly becomes a bigger issue than a week’s worth of weird shit.
Management already knows, so if it gets worse, I will be able to address it and I’ve been starting to keep note of things happening in case it does escalate and it becomes an issue that affects my security and well-being.
Oof. Gotta love guys, right? ;--;
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Ep 1 - Pilot
ooh starting with a flashback very good
blonde babies. wow what a happy family hopefully nothing goes wrong... oh i forgot that sam is the point of view character bc literally all the media i consume is about Destiel/Dean’s closeted bisexuality
oooo no theres SPOOKY TIMES happening in this nursery. creepy standing over cradle in trenchcoat like you do. what could be happening in this house? oh no the guy standing over the cradle was not her husband!! and Sam’s ,,, oh he’s fine apparently. hopefully he hasnt been infected by ghoul juice
oh right i forgot about this scene look at those graphics on the fire consuming her body. what was his plan and also how did he make it out of the building he got fireballed. was this just like, targeting Mary for no reason? was there a motive for this spn hijincks? also love how she’s named Mary, not subtle at all
OH MY GOD DID SAM GET INTO STANFORD I DID NOT KNOW THAT. ah yes Sam’s so smart, let’s have these college kids talk about Sam’s family so we can understand they’re not on good terms anymore
spooky bead door frame OH NO ITS JACKLES YES KICK EACH OTHERS ASS WOW
wow we’re really already going hard on the being a dick to women. “whatever you want to say you can say it in front of her” and her tiny boyshort panties apparently bc we’re not letting her go change ,,, can’t wait for this lady to be dead at some point, probably the end of the episode
a HUNTING trip
let’s go find daddy.
oh wow giving a nine year old a gun is pretty awful.
the theming of “what’s the point on trying to stop a force that we literally can barely make a dent in” is already introduced, I wonder how often that comes up later (contrast to like, Buffy and this same thing). Also interesting seeing the brothers interact now and knowing where they come from when I know how it ends. Interested to see also how they develop Sam’s relationship to his mom when he literally did not know her, he was like 6 months old when she died. So any relationship he would have to the concept of mom would be from his dad/brother talking about her/her being a symbol in his life.
Sam saying “Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself” when 5 minutes before he told Dean he could do it himself & Dean responded “I don’t want to” make up your mind show
oh there’s JARGON on this show “did you know there’s EVP on that?” will we learn what that is?
wow i wonder if he’s going to make his interview by monday
she’s still in her panties. i wonder if they cast her to look like his mom on purpose. i bet he did not tell her where he was going.
ooo spooky woman. i want this dress. uhoh she doesn’t show up through the windows! look at the tiiittttiiieeessssss “a girl like you” and then she proceeds to hit on him,, this man is clearly dating someone. oh i see he’s trash. uhoh she’s gone! spoooky!! attacked by bird, spooked, then promptly flees. oh oops and now he’s getting murdered. i wonder if we will understand any of the villains’ motivation.
Jackles is definitely turning in a performance. There’s a lot of lip acting happening.
stalking around the crime scene with weird vocal intonations,, i hope they do this every episode. either everyone else is short or these two are aggressively tall
the worst lit diner in all of CA. These two people are clearly witches. Interesting how local legend is just exactly what we saw happen to the guy
Dean doesn’t know how to use a computer amazing character moment
i wonder if their dad got freaky with the dead mother
obligatory family business conflict
i wonder if Jackles’ lip movements are being purposefully contrasted by Jadeleki’s total lack of lip movements
why has dean made no attempt to wipe off his face
dirty dean, uh oh this hamburger has gone bad, must be old
“woman in white” whatever that means
pentagram count 2 I think
uhoh sam is having memories about his family and smiling i wonder what this means for his INTERVIEW ON MONDAY
the brothers are separating hopefully nothing bad happens to one of them
cannot get over Jackles’ face acting. maybe i missed the jadelacki boat here only for jackles lip and eye movements on the squarest face crafted by god on man
obvious lie to the happy marriage question i hope this man didnt drown the kids “by accident.” women in white lore. happening now. oh husbands unfaithful. i see so we’re murdering unfaithful men. do they have to be unfaithful before they meet constance or does she just tempt them. 5-10 sec shot of a mans face contorting in anger lovely
oh no dont put shackles on dean in a leather jacket while he pouts his little mouth oh noooo dont you dare and then he breaks out oh nooooooooo
jadelacki,, has he been unfaithful to the mom stand in? i thought she just targeted unfaithful men why is this happening. oh i see she’s going to assault him that’s so coooooooooooh wowwwwwwwwww
wait what is happening?? oh we’re shooting a ghost and it’s working???? YESS DRIVE STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING HOUSE!!! AMAZING I LOVE IT GREAT THINKING
they dont have any salt how are they going to stave off the ghost
or her kids are here bc they’re also ghosts, not sure if i should be happy abt this oh there’s some melting happening those were some cool stills
uhoh dean is scowling and pouting in his leather jacket uh ohhhhhhh uh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeah we shot a ghost and it worked for some reason let’s just lampshade that i guess (still dont know if im using that word right)
let’s see where daddy is. too late daddy is dean
lets go to the interview even tho we didnt find dad at all
character moment for the car, only one headlight
oh no is the lady gonna be dead. did she freeze bc all she was wearing was panties. oh wait its CA def not
“we made a hell of a team” yeah bc dean doesnt know how to use a computer
uh oh better not be his girlfriend taped to the ceiling and on fire
i wonder how long she was up there
are we going to discover why jadelackis girls get immolated?
ok so he’s on the team cool
what an episode
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Part 1 of Gamer Dean.
Sighing, you dropped into your computer chair. You were exhausted after a long day at work. People called you for help over the stupidest things. But a jobs a job. You had got into computer tech support, because you loved computers. People were quickly changing that. But you had a 3 day weekend, and you were spending it gaming. Fuck the rest of the world.
“What’s going on, bitches?!” you smiled after signing in to Counter Strike and inviting your friends to join you in a lobby
“Thank god you’re on y/n, this guy is nailing us.” Sarah groaned.
You laughed, “What guy? Let me grab something to eat, if we get him in a match, I’ll school his punk ass.”
“Uh… Impala67? Who the shit uses a name like that?” her boyfriend Chris laughed. “He’s running around in public.”
“Fuck if I know. Be back in a sec.” you took off your head set and headed to the kitchen for a snack. You’d order some pizza after a few matches, once you de-stressed a bit.
“Alright, let’s do this.” you slapped on your head set, and put down a bag of chips and a can of coke. “Public to warm up?”
“You got it, sweet cheeks.” Jeff answered. You rolled your eyes. He lived a state over and hit on you constantly.
Twenty minutes later, you were hollering and laughing. “Stop throwing a damn smoke grenade moron, you’re useless!”
“Bite me.” Jeff laughed.
In another round - “Really, a flash?”
“Any chance to flash you hunny.” He laughed again.
“I swear to god Jeff..” He laughed harder.
A few rounds later, “Bombs in B!” And then you were dead. “What the fuck was that?”
“You play like a girl.” a deep husky voice rang through your ears.
“I am a damn girl, who the fuck are you?”
“It’s him, that fucking Impala guy!” Sarah answered.
“Fuck you and your Impala.” you told him.
“You wish BettieRage. My car and I would rock your fucking world.” he laughed.
You groaned and rolled your eyes. And that was how the night went. Every time he’d kill you, his voice would fill your headphones with some kind of flirt or sexual innuendo, which just pissed Jeff off, but made you laugh.
“Maybe you should let him have the screen name BettieRage, he’s whining like a bitch.” Impala67 laughed. You burst out laughing.
You ended up staying in public trying your damnedest to get Impala, but most of the time, he got you first. Once you snuck up on him and killed him “He’s down! Go! Go!”
“I’ll get you back, Princess.” You could hear a smile in his voice. He was amused.
“Don’t call me Princess.” You told him in a slightly annoyed tone.
“What are you going to do about it, Princess? Come kick my ass? I might like that.” he chuckled.
“I’ll come fucking kick your ass if you keep talking to her like that.” Jeff growled.
Impala burst out laughing. “I’d love to see you try. I’ll tell you where I am, come get me. You should come too, Princess, after I kick your boyfriend’s ass, we can have a good time.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” you groaned, which made him laugh even harder.
“Even better, sweetheart. Come over anytime. Hell, I’ll even come to you.”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
“I’m at motel 6 if you change your mind, Princess. Room 12.” When he told you what town, you stopped dead. He was a town over.
A private message on skype came in, and it was Jeff.
Isn’t that a town over from you? I swear to god, say the word and I’ll drive over there. I don’t care if it takes me all night. He’s fucking creepy.
You chuckled. “Jeff,” you said in game chat. “You’re a bit creepy.”
Impala burst out laughing. “Shut down again. Oh man. That’s more brutal then my Bettie kills tonight. Holy shit. I like you, Princess.”
You snuck up behind him, around a corner and shot him. “Stop fucking calling me Princess.”
“Oh yeah. I like you, a lot.” There was that grin in his voice again. He sounded hot.
Another hour of him flirting and you killing each other and you honestly wanted to go to his motel. Part of you wanted to punch him. The other part wanted to throw him down and ravage him. “Well, I’m getting hungry. I’m going to get some food, I’ll be back later.”
“I’m thinking of grabbing pizza and beers myself, Princess. How far are you?”
Jeff and Sarah were warning you not to answer him, “About an hour away.” you answered.
“Feel like joining me? Bring your laptop, we’ll school these bitches together.”
“Tempting…” you chuckled.
“I’ll even give you a ride in my Impala. If that sweetens the deal at all.”
“You really drive one?” You asked casually, and googled when he answered.
“Yeah, 67, black, 327 Engine, a Four Barrel carburetor, and I keep her looking real good.”
“Fuck…” you breathed out, seeing a picture of a black 67 Impala.
“Dude knows his cars.” Chris chuckled.
“Damn right. So, you joining me Princess?”
“I’ll think about it.” you smiled to yourself. In all honestly, You were curious. He sounded hot, but how hot was he really likely to be, he was in a motel for fuck sake. You felt like you’d get there and he’d be a troll. “Either way, I’ll talk to you later.” He sent you a friend request through Steam, and you accepted before signing out.
An bit over an hour later, you stood outside the motel room and felt like an idiot. You knew it was the right place, you parked next to a Black Impala. “What the hell am I doing here?” You groaned. “He’s probably a fucking serial killer… do serial killers have time for video games? Maybe a rapist. God, why am I here?” Then you heard his voice in your head calling you Princess again, and you took a deep breath and knocked before clutching the strap of your laptop bag that was across your chest.
When the door opened, you almost dropped to your knees. There was a giant of a man standing in front of you, his hand behind his back. You didn’t know it, but he had a gun ready. “Can I help you?” he asked, eyebrows up.
“Uh… Are you… Impala67?” Oh god you hoped he was. He was beautiful. You couldn’t help but look him up and down.
He rolled his eyes, and his arm shifted like he was tucking something into the back of his jeans. “No. You want my brother, Dean. One sec.” He walked away. The door was left open a bit, but not all the way, so you leaned a bit to see him walking over to a man sitting at the table, his back to you. He smacked the guy in back of the head. “What the hell, Dean?”
“What?!” The giant pointed to the door, and you straightened before he turned to see you peeking in. When the door fully opened, you were speechless. “That you, Princess?” you nodded, and stared at him. “Hot damn, you are a Bettie aren’t you.” he grinned. “I’m glad I waited before ordering that pizza. What do you take on it sweetheart?” he asked as he stepped out of the way letting you in.
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Believe Me
Chapter 14/??
Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)
Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.
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<<(Y/N)!!!>> Rin screams scared, nobody would survive after that powerful hit.
<<Who can summon a golem so big?>> Shura knows that they must defeat that thing, before the city will be erased. Your crush has destroyed a couple of buildings and the streets are now disconected, <<How can we reach->>
<<Kuro, let's go!>> Rin jumps on the black cat again, but a golden slash stops the creature.
<<The spawn of Satan must stay!>> a man with long and blond hair arrives with a squad of exorcists, <<I, Angel, will now take lead!>>
<<Wait a sec bold head!>> Shura approches him with an angry face, <<Why are you here?>>
<<Vatican's orders. I must control the son of Satan and->>
<<It hurts, you son of bitch!!!>> a bluish explosion lits the city in the night and a figure walks surronded by blue flames, <<I told you, leave me alone!!>>
Everybody is so shocked that they don't have even the force to speak or think. That person is supposed to be... you? No, it's impossible, only Rin has Satan's flames, nobody else. Then, why you have the same powers of the son of Satan? Are you his daughter?
<<Who is her?!>> Angel shouted angryly, <<Shura, you hide->>
<<I didn't know about it either!>>
With a swing of your hand, a blast of flame cuts off the monster's arm and burns him brutally. Trying to hit you, the beast destroys a lot of buildings, but you are in the sky already, watching him with a bored face.
<<What a stupid creature.>> under the moonlight, your look is creepy but beautiful at the same time, six dark wings on your back, a long tail, your clawed hands are dividing your black hair, showing your body branded with a lot of tattoos...
<<What in the heavens is she?>> Yukio, Angel, Rin, Shura, Bon, Konekomaru, Shiemi, Shima, Kamiki and the others have thought at the same question.
<<I'm here idiot!>> you charge the enemy unarmed, <<HIYA!>> with a hysteric and enthusiastic scream, and a swing of your clawed hand, the flames create a clawed sign and burn violently, destroying the left side of the monster.
You keep attacking so fast that the bluish strip you leave are like shooting stars. When the creature decides to retrat, it jumps towards the mountain. but (Y/N) is staring at it and calling two names, her usual swords appear. She throws them in a precise direction, then move her beautiful wings and goes higher, quietly.
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<<Stop saying this bullshit bold head!>> Shura argues with Angel, <<You can't kill her! She saved our lives! She saved a whole city!>>
<<She has Satan's powers! Look at her! She is not human, is a monster!>>
<<Unlike Rin, she controls her powers greatly!>>
<<I don't->> two weapons pierce the ground and bright shinely, <<What?>>
After the light fades, two men are standing there, holding the swords...
<<Yukiya?! Raika?!>> exclaim Shiemi and Rin with wide open eyes, <<W-what is t->>
<<Who are you people?>> Angel raises his huge sword, and points it at the men, <<Why are you here?>>
<<Our Master ordered us to protect the people of this city.>> both reply at the same time.
<<Protect us? How a monster like that has such wonderful thoughts like protect somebody?>>
<<My Master is not a monster.>> Raika speaks increasing the volume of his voice, <<You->>
<<Keep that mouth shut Raika.>> Yukiya orders crossing his arms, <<We are not here to talk with this stupid human.>>
<<Stupid?!>> Angel take a few steps fowards, <<Are talking about me?>>
<<You’re noisy too, shut up.>> checking you, Yukiya speaks for the last time, <<Everyone, don't move or we can't garante your safety.>>
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All the flames fuse together and create a giant, blue phoenix. With a smile, you open till the limit your wings and your arms, the creature does the same, lightning the night sky. In a blink, the monster is in pieces and for avoiding to destroy something else, you increase the speed and fly in the sky, piercing all the rocks, turning them into dust. When you’re about to hit the last one, light chains traps and drags you down with force. Before you could crush, the chains are broken, so you could adjust your own body and land softening the impact, lay a knee on the ground.
<<Don't touch our Master, human!>> Yukiya and Raika are the ones who cut the chains.
<<(F/N), you will come with me!>> Angel and his team approches you, <<You will be judged->>
<<For what? For saving thousands of lives?>> you keep the distance, you know how these things works too well, <<I'm sorry, but I won’t come to Vatican.>>
<<You will. You don't won’t your little brother will get hurt, right?>>
<<You fucking bastard.>> you go near him, almost touch his nose with yours, <<Lay a finger on him, and I will burn you to ash.>> the blue flames comes again and Angels can feel they are different from before, now they’re too hot and not warm...
<<Are you threatening me? Are you sure about that little lady?>>
<<That's my line. I can kill all of you without a single person of your stupid team will get what happened.>>
<<Such a stupid demon->>
<<My Master isn't demon! I swear->>
<<Calm down, Raika. It's ok.>> you face him with a smile, <<It's always like this. We- KHAA...>> a huge sword is in your belly, make you vomit blood.
<<(Y/N)!!>> Rin rushes to you, but Shura and Yukio stop him right away, he can't do anything with the Vatican on him.
<<I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!>> both Raika and Yukiya are charging Angel, but...
<<Modore, Mizuki, Raimaru!>> the men turn into light and fly until they reach a tattoo and then disappear, <<You fucking piece of shit!>> turning, you punch Angel in the face and manage to pull out the sword.
<<F/N, due to your action against us, we condemn you to death!>>
“What?” Rin doesn’t understand the words that came out from Angel’s mouth. Rin doesn’t understand what he saw, he doesn’t understand nothing in that moment. He needs time to process, “What was that?”
You know these emotions, it’s nothing new… Your all life was like this. The old you would escape easily kicking their asses, but not now. Not today. This time, Rin is there.
To avoid troubles for the demon, you choice to stay still and quiet while Angel and the exorcists move towards you, blocking your body to the ground with force, handcuff you with heavy chains and only God knows what else. They want to be sure that you will not move a single muscle without their permission. Rin wants to help, he wants to prove that you’re harmless, kind and… but your sad smile and your words turn into chains that block him right away.
<<It’s fine, Rin…. Believe me, everything is gonna be ok.>>
---Continue...
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18
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INGRITH AND LODR (you wrote fic for them soooOO :D) and also Ati. And Seto (this is ur Ask box after all, so the OTPs won't be broken up in here ;3) @ CHARACTER WRITING MEME
Hmmm, since I haven’t written them a lot yet (shame on me for that though, I need to get that YGO out of my system to return to ToL my love), I gotta think about that for a sec…
Not aiming to be a profound and complete character analysis, just things I’d keep in mind/would try to focus on to get the character voice right.
Ingrith:
1) Idealistic, but pragmatic. Later, mostly just pragmatic, but despite her disillusionment with the world, and most importantly, herself, she recovers enough eventually to still stand in for what she believes is right. And has a no longer war glorifying opinion on what is right.
2) Might be mistaken as your typical brawly Nord at first and even second glance when younger, but was always pretty sharp.
3) Not prissy at all. Physical. Naturally charismatic, self-reliant and a bit callous even. Always had a bit of a tough love approach as a mother and it got worse, due to, well, everything.
4) Radiating confidence, back when she still felt like she could rely on herself and that there was nothing that could stop her.
5) Used to be more cheeky and teasing, now more no-nonsense. Always direct, straight-forward, but later more closed-up.
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Lodr:
1) Sophisticated, and cultivating that aesthetic and image. Prefers very much not to get her hands dirty, had to do it when she was younger and takes pride in not ever having to do that again.
2) Definitely a bit vain, and takes herself so very seriously.
3) Not straight-forward at all, always thinks about her words and is very aware of her image. Will rather not open up and play it safe so she won’t make a fool out of herself. After her family fell apart, she is this big enigma that no one gets to know, and she almost believes that this is exactly how she wants it.
4) Deliberately uses people for personal gain, and the more she lost any faith in anything besides her ability to influence politics, the more she convinces herself she is entirely self-reliant and superficial relationships is all she needs, and they are mainly there for her to have more irons in the fire. She gets her fun from more casual, strictly about pleasure encounters.
5) Never was a big idealist, and always more of a realist, and opportunistic. Looks out for her own.
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Ati is answered already over here! :>
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Seto: Again, not a character analysis, but more of the central things I want to get across while writing and that are integral to getting his PoV/character voice right.
1) Childish as fuck, like an exceptionally angry, maladjusted 8-years-old. He just as gloating, overdramatic, spiteful, emotionally intense and entitled, has zero chill, doesn’t listen to anyone out of principle and has little social competence and control over/understanding of his emotions. His social/relationship “skills” are either him being creepily, unhealthily obsessive or taking his baby brother for granted & being super neglectful. His response to any emotion that is not card game ecstasy or pure anger is basically ???? That also means he’s completely self-centered, meaning he only relates to/sympathizes with anyone when they remind him of himself.
2) His PoV is super limited, as literally everything in his head revolves about his own wants and his hurt pride and whatnot, and everything is processed through the lense of his warped world view (winner-loser, no weakness, yaddayadda). Which also means he can infer little about other character’s thoughts and intentions, not only because he rarely cares to do so, but also because he’ll most likely be wrong. Everything outside of his little world of a rich card game obsessed duelist CEO teen is p much alien to him, and that makes him so inherently ridiculous and extra. It’s fun to work with that and to highlight how self-absorbed and how out of touch Seto is with everyone else’s reality without Seto himself ever realizing that~ The fun part about that is ofc that Seto is so up his own ass he is completely unaware of any hilarious irony he provides, which is my one goal when it comes to writing him (aside from wrecking him and rendering him vulnerable) - let him unintentionally make a parody out of himself at all times.
3) Seto is pure 100% distilled issues & denial. What he thinks he wants is basically never what he needs, and what he says is mostly bullshit. Like, 99% of the time, he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about when it comes to himself or others, but he’s 110% convinced he does. (I did the numbers on this, trust me!) While he thrives on success and power trips, what he actually needs is someone fucking showing him his limits, and he’s pretty desperate for something he can’t quite grasp and won’t ever consciously accept. Not too deep down though, he just really physically craves getting his ass kicked. Making these things Seto barely ever acknowledges or understands about himself evident to the reader at least is what I mostly focus on :>
4) Vulnerable, raw and desperate Seto is love. Self-destructive Seto is life. And Seto’s behavior is self-destructive 24/7, since he combines delusions of grandeur with zero love for himself, tries to earn/measure his self-worth through success, is unrelenting on himself, and in many ways utterly unable to live a healthy life and to take care of himself. Tthat he’s living in a physical body that has inconvenient bothersome needs and limitations has to be ignored as much as it can be ignored, and he hasn’t coped in a healthy way with any of his issues ever in his life.
4) Ace&aro, but turned on by a lot of questionable shit. As in, dragons. And card games. As in, power trips. As in, getting utterly wrecked.
Combine both him being a sad, miserable lonely issue-ridden self-destructive teenager with him being a twisted, creepy, obsessive, jealous, selfish, controlling, power hungry, dangerous, vengeful dickbag, to balance his pitiful and ridiculous ways with his douchebaggery so he is both tragic and very deserving of the things I throw at him. ….Profit!
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