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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Reasons to Smile

Kanene's Notes:

Reasons to smile:

Today wasn't a sunny day, and I wake up early, which was pretty cool so that way I had time to finally finish my fanfic and post it. Oh, I have internet, and this is also awesome, since I can show this fanfic and talk with you all because of it. And the fun thing about Sun is that is okay the fact that it wasn't showing up a lot today because you guys alone are enough to light up my day and warm my heart. So thank you for being here and being so strong in these tough times, my lollipop!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Roman!Patton and Ler!Patton/Ler!Virgil/Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic LAMP/CALM).

*Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I'm very happy I finally managed to finalize this fanfiction! I made an personal goal to make to each one of the Light Sides a tickle fic focused on them specifically (Virgil = Vulnerable; Logan = It started when... ; Patton = Patton has a secret) and that was the last one! I'm already starting another project which I hope to post soon, so donut worry! I will be opening my Ask Box for prompts, however I will make a post about it, soon! <3

* E a versão em português brasileiro!

* Masterpost in case you wanna see my others works! <3

*Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, read a good story, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Roman felt he was the least heroic hero from all the Mind Palace. It was horrible, like a sensation which seemed to start in his chest, in that deepest part of him where the soul is, and began to spread through all his body. First his throat, making it dry and with tons and tons of lost words never said, then it went to his stomach, leading it to weight as much as his legs, which didn’t felt have any strength left to stand or move in any direction; his eyes looked as dikes about to broke and flood everything in they way, and, in the end, he didn’t felt any cold, however this didn’t stopped him from drow himself in tons of comforters and teddy bears just like he currently was.

As he said before: Not even a drop of heroism.

The soft, warm pile moved some time later as the prince emerged from it, not completely healed, but at least a little better after the nap he had. His hand moved with a flourish in the air, summoning Crofter’s, because he was addicted to this jelly after the musical video, and started to eat, feeling his face getting dirty with his own clumsy actions already inserted in his being.

Jelly on his face, messy hair, tired, sleepy eyes… Yep, definitely these were the ‘royal days’ which any Fairy Tale ever utter. None chapter mentioning, explaining how were the thousands of days in the tower waiting, dreaming; not a page dedicated to the lonely afternoons wandering through the forest in seek of a beauty lady with skin pale as snow, or even some phrases about the months surrounded and arrested in himself that Maui had to struggle and neither three or four verses about all the sleepless nights watered in guilty that the Beast had gone through.

Perhaps, it was because in the end…

- Nobody cares that much. - The words sounded even tougher when left his lips and Roman felt himself squirm as if it had inflicted a physical blow. He shook his head, knowing very well the bottomless well he was burying himself into.

He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer picking up the old-looking folder, with a single draw of a feather outlined with glitter in its cape. He leaned on the bed’s headboard and opened the emergency folder for ‘heroic moments not so heroic of life’ as he liked to call it.

There were all that intimate stories. The ones we do just for ourselves. The arts in which we are inserted in the world that we chose in the way we wish… Stories with a plot very much deeper that the one traced on papers and the chats and scenes which that had already been turned over, reinvented and transformed again and again and again in the mind of the creative aspect. Took a good sip of air and released slowly in the paper with doodles at the edges. The traces and dialogues started to float from them and dance in the wind, recreating, reorganizing and materializing themselves in the characters, places and contexts previously determined. His trace was light and clear, seeming to flow slightly and naturally with the wind as his room began to take a form of a magnificent forest.

Roman observed the stories unfold before him, sporadically remembering the jokes he had written much longer ago and the trail each action leaded the character. He remembered also the ideas he had when wrote every single one of these words and how much happy he was just by the simple fact he was putting them on lines, without even realizing it Roman found himself with a small smile finding way to his features along with some salty drops pioneering trails down his cheeks and his hand centimeters away from the holograms, doomed to his destiny of always being capable to have any scenario, character and plot at his fingertips, but nothing more than that.

His not so optimal thoughts were pulled out of him when laughter and teasing cut the place and almost automatically made a pleasant shivers ran across his body. Now a real smile took over his face without he even noticing it, his eyes attentive to every detail of the protagonist being pinned in the floor and attacked by his other two friends.

Not a common attack, of course, because Roman could be anything but ‘common’. That, as the majority of the stories, which were in that folder, was a story developed around… tickling.

So, nothing more fair than the principal character, being the hurried and naturally inattentive adventurer who he was (and because in the last day he had a problematic night) didn’t noticed that, when he went to land the ship he forgot to do the necessary procedures before it (he would need to question Logan about the functions from a ship’s painel control later) and because of that the automobile suffered severe damage by the time it hit the ground. Then, nothing more fair than, while the ship was being repaired, both of his best friends tickled him by the same amount of time (which, sure, was a lie, because they would stop immediately when noticed his ‘victim’ had researched his limit. However, the merely possibility of that happens and the teasing they directed towards him about this only made the entire situation more ticklish and playful.)

(What? It was like said: the thing put on the paper is only the beginning of the whole iceberg behind the plot.)

When a story was over, the words returned floating to the paper where they belonged, the scribbles being again fixed, and then Roman took another one and brought it to life, sometimes closing his eyes in order to concentrate even more on the laughter and try to visualize fingers dancing in his most ticklish spots.

Just the thoughts about it leaded to ghost sensations ran across his entire spine. The papers fell with each story that ended and floated gracefully to the ground, because, later he would busy himself with the task of tidying up all that mess.

Later.

(~*~)

He left his room, already having organized it and saved his little folder back to its original place (one story was missing, probably lost in some corner of his forest. He would care about this another day, though. He was tireeeeeed.). He was interrupted some quick times by Thomas seeking to discuss new goals and dreams they could perceive in the next moths and someday in the future, which made him to be late for the dinner and, consequently, his entire routine after meal, and it was for that reason which at ten at night the aspect of passion and creativity was washing his clothes for the next video, that may or may not would be in the morning. Something which made him almost pray to not rain in the next day so he wouldn’t need to take his vestments to dry in the forest in his room.

Since it was almost IMPOSSIBLE to find anything by own will and not literally tripping over them (Not that this ever happened before with his teddy bear which went there to take some sunlight after a particularly strong storm in the Mind Place. Pffff. Of course not. Prince doesn’t stumble, or have teddy bear neither!! Who told you that??) in that indomitable world just as the creativity...

Wait…

Ah, that was why this world was his room and he is the aspect of creativity and… aaahh! Now the things made sense...

My goshly gosh, now he was beginning to look for logic in the pieces of his routine. OK. Red alert. Abort Mission! Sad days made him WAY too philosophical and like Logan. Abort Mission!

His foot leaded him to the living room, letting the washing machine do its job, his mind in a battle to decide which Disney to watch and which ones had duration just a bit longer than the washing process. His eyes landed in the television and his body froze for a piece of second.

“Reasons to smile today”

That's what the paper stuck to the device's screen said. It was a notebook’s common paper, the words scribbled a bit stronger than the necessary amount, however this wasn’t the cause of the guardian of dreams and passion stop in the way to his happiness.

And yes what that phrase meant.

It was a Logan’s idea (amaze!) which emerged in a particularly difficult period for Thomas.

It was really simple, to be honest: every day all the sides got together, more specifically in the breakfast, and told at least one reason to smile and look forward that day. Usually it was Patton who listed more than half of the reasons in almost every meetings, them being memories, peoples or places, e that constantly managed to rip out a good smile and that warm, cozy feeling in their chest.

But, when the moral aspect was feeling too much down for the activity, Roman always jumped with a good future, those where all their dreams were accomplished, Logan always brought some good memories and neutral facts and Virgil always came with someone. One supported the other and vice versa.

Those were really tough moments, nevertheless also were the moments which consolidated them as a famILY.

The royal member held de paper, the entire room bathed in a silence in which he could swear to amplificate his heartbeats. It was possible to notice there was something written in the back of it, so he turned it.

“Your unwavering courage.”

The lights went off and two hands digged in his sides, a scream getting stuck in his throat and his reflexes to punch what touched him was equally restrained by THAT specific sensation.

- NAHAHAHAHAHA! – His laughter was quick to fill each piece of the silent before installed in the place, his own hands swinging from left to right without really managing to do something, completely different from the ones which attacked him, each single finger mixing between wriggling, kneading, trembling and giving an extra special attention to every inch it could research. He quivered, his legs weakening with the flow of laughter. - WHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO I-I-IS - A particularly mean poke in his lowest rib made his voice to fail, a new shade of blush painting his features. - ACK! - An amused snort could be heard from behind him, the tickling fingers found the new sound interesting and now spent their time slowly spidering up and down his ribs. Light, quick and crazy tickles dancing and spreading with each touch. - nahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

He knew this game, knew how to play it. He just needed to find out who was attacking him. Whilst his squirming, his hands tried to hold or touch anything from who was behind him. A hint. Any hint.

Roman grabbed a wrist. It was uncovered, but there was fabric right behind it. Just one of them wore clothes long-sleeved - His thoughts seemed to run and vanish as fast as the squeaks and yelps between his hearty laughter - Just one of them wore vestments long-sleeved…

The unknown wrist released itself from his hold, quickly deviating its attention to his upper ribs. His legs weakened and he fell in the ground, the tickling following all his moves and don’t stopping to attack him with light kneads and pinches, even with all his fighting.

- Anahahahahahahahah-anahahahahaha!!! - His eyes closed in attempt to focus for the name slip already, but his laughter seemed to control all his breath and mind. -ANXIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETY! NAHAhahahaha!!

The fingers slowed down, almost stopping, which allowed the aspirant of royalty finally take some deep quick, delightful breathes, his low and wobbly giggles intertwined with fast squeals being fed up by two index fingers that still poking and lightly teasing that exact spot that connect his armpits and ribs.

- Thahahahahank Beyohohohohcé.

- Tsc. - The purple aspect clicked his tongue and even though everything was bathed into darkness, Roman could perfectly imagine the expression in the other’s face. A sharp look. A marvelous smirk. Uh oh - We work with names here, Squeaky Princey.

F U C-

- Nononohohoho! wAHAHAHAHAHAIT- He even attempted to escape, sure, but was already giggling even before the hands came back to his sides in full speed. His laughter exploded from his lips, his legs and arms also dancing and struggling without any real effort and his eyes closing tightly.

This jerk had told his name a few days ago and KNEW that none of them has get used to call him by that yet. He k n e w.

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUR STUHUHUHUHUUHUHUHP-NO! WHAHAHAHAHAHA-WHAHAHAHAHAIT!! - Snort. More high-pinched uncontrollable laughter. Squeal. More laughter. Did one of them belong to the emo side or did he imagined it? - LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME T-T-THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK!!!

Roman could feel the name in the tip of his tongue, somewhere between his loud and attention demanding crackles. Yes, right there, between his bright, mesmerizing smile and that warmth in his chest that seemed to spread through all across his face. He felt like would melt at any moment. Since when his smile could get this big?

- VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!!! IT IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!!

- Ding ding ding. – The lights went on again and the royal aspect deposited his hands on the floor, his remain giggles flowing from his mouth as those butterflies and that cozy sensation kept flying in his stomach. - Strike.

- Yohohohou will feel my rahahahahag- However, when he turned, blushed features and teary eyes, to see the fear in his enemy's face as he uttered his promise of vengeance, the prince only found nothing. A gigantic piece of void where the purple one should be standing. The sheet preserved itself in the ground, calm and plain, in the same position he had left it, as it mocked about all the mess that happened seconds ago.

- Who are you looking at, subject? - But the sparkles in his eyes removed any heat of his words.

He went to the laundry and now headed to his room. Being completely honest, he didn't felt a single drop of will to sleep right now, the previous ‘attack’ continued as a mystery. Of course, they all were extremely close, but... tickles? It have been a long time since this artifice was used among them. It was something almost as old as that phrase or that game…

Ok. Something was smelling really strange here.

Maybe it was his new cologne which- No, wait, Roman! Focus, focus!

Maybe it was…

An adventure.

And what kind of royalty he would be if he denied an adventure?

Unsheathed his sword and kept his track to his room, confident and brave footsteps echoing in the hallway.

A quick and muffled ‘thump’ could be heard from his room, which automatically activated all the instincts from the extra side, because of that, in a matter of few seconds the wooden object was already being thrown in the ground by a smiley Roman, who managed to support himself in the only feet that didn’t hurted, since apparently, knocking -ha!- a door down with one (or more, shhh) kick can have consequences (How he was supposed to know?).

- BOW TO YOUR PRINCE AND MAY I DECIDE TO SPARE YOU! - His heroic pose was totally ignored, because the place was empty. His eyes analyzed each corner and each shadow, without really finding anything that give the slightest tip that any other life being beyond him even stepped there.

And then his gaze bumped in a shiny, polished black shoe, half completely hidden under his bed, making a danger joyful grin to spread in his features. All his shoes were Disney tematic and had their own day and outfit and any of them had this shade of black.

(Maybe the Ursula’s one was the one that looked more like, but even with this in mind it was very distinguishable the difference between a dark-purple and a basic dark, please!)

His footsteps leaded him quietly, a perfect contrast with all the shouting from pieces of time ago. He slowly bent down, prepared to grab the shoe and whoever was wearing it and…

- HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TRICK M- Good point: The shoe came easily out. Bad point: it was because it was empty, which was the reason for his glorious victory statement being, and and very rudely by the way, interrupted. Roman indignantly scoffed; he refused to let the victory escape so easily through his fingers! He was the embodiment of dreams, persistence and hope and he. wouldn’t. give. up. so. easily!!

Inflated by his own enthusiasm, the royal side knelt down, noticing only a paper on the floor in a place a little further under his bed. Just a little crawl was necessary to solve the problem, with a gleam of determination in his glare Roman firmly held the hint, excitedly bouncing his legs, the only part of his body that wasn’t covered by the furniture.

"Your persistence and mind of an untamed nature."

Before he could even process a bit more the meaning contained in the words, which apparently were a continuation from previous paper, the prince felt a strong arm embrace his ankles, his shoes being removed with a slowly calm that didn’t related with the adrenaline which exploded in himself and now across his arteries. His ‘mind of an untamed nature’ understanding exactly what was about to happen and finding zero ways to run away from his fate.

- NO!!! Don’t you dare!! - One of his shoes fell with a muffled hit on the ground. - I-I… hehehe…! - Giggles began to took over his throat. His other shoe fell as well, a cold, excited shiver ran down his spine. - No!! - A finger lightly positioned itself in the exact center of his feet, all his nerves vibrated in expectation. - NononononNo!

The finger started to scratched softly, its nail slided without a single bit of hurry across his feet in a move that went from the tip of his toes to his heel, just to add another finger in the movement and calmly repeat the pattern over and over and over and over… Until all his five stupid tickly fingers were tickling him.

Roman tried to escape from the gap in his ankle, his eyes as tighten as his lips, refusing to brake his barrier.

The one who ‘attacked’ changed his technique a few times, going from circular motions to quick scribbles, however, he hasn’t rewarded with more than some muffled squeaks and snorts from the other. The fingers moved away, giving Prince time enough to recover profusely his breath, almost don’t hearing the soft humming which filled the air for some little pieces of heartbeats.

Roman already had the name in the tip of his tongue. The letter alone was enough of a clue, albeit… the possibility to finish with the playing caused a part of himself to quiver sadly. He didn’t wished to end with this moment… No… In truth…

He didn’t wanted this feeling to end. A feeling that made him excited, electric, feeling like he could run fifty kilometers nonstop. This sentiment, which automatically produced a smile in his features and made he really believes, realizes that he was…

Was loved.

Perhaps it was this the reason that his mouth opened even before his brain processed his provocation, challenger tune that impregnated his next words:

- Há! My dear enemy! Your faux fighting techniques would never be able to defeat a prince like mí! - The creativity side could feel the anticipation, the danger sign glowing in a bright red, and launched his final card: his cocky laughter (and extremely natural. Of course, he never trained hours and hour in a diversity of tunes and expressions in front of his mirror. Humpft. Of course not. That was one of princes’ natural gifts.) of victory.

The same that was interrupted seconds after by the twenty nails that scratched the absurdly, extremely ticklish skin under his toes. Roman could swear that not even in his years of theater he managed to achieve this high tune.

- Ohohohohoh! NohohohohohOHOHOHOhohohoho! – His head shook desperately, his legs bouncing and fight for their lives and freedom, his laughter, now breathless and full of half pleas of mercy, dancing through his room.

A part of himself, one which wasn’t maddened with all this tickling, all the fingers that attacked merciless every little centimeter of his feet and his reverberated laughter, fought against his flight instincts, leading the whole scribbles, pokes and wriggles to find the minimum of resistance as possible (Not that the Tickler will ever know it, sure.)

- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE - A nail found a very particularly sensible spot right under his big toe releasing a series of snorts and yelps throughout his already uncontrollable, wobbly laughter. The tickling was unbearable, but in a very different, more lightly, way than the previous attack, and that was making him crazy. - PleasepleasepleAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSEHEHEHE!! NAHAHAHAhahahahHAHAHAHahahahahaHAHAHAHA!!

Roman persisted for a few more seconds, his entire body, despite the tickles being focused in just one place, squirmed. He only allowed the name to slip for his tongue when his laughter and giggles, it depended from the spot and apparently his ‘enemy’ wasn’t satisfied in choose just one, started to steal his breath. His hand hit the cold floor of his room.

- LOGAN!!! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT IS Lohohohhohohohogan!!

The tickles were decreasing until finally stop, making the tingles in his soles not as intense as the that took over his ribs and sides before in the living room. Roman, in the exact moment, which felt the gap in his ankle to weaken, pulled his feet closer, rubbing them.

- Undoubtedly correct. - It could be his tickled mind pranking him, but the dreamer could swear he heard a hint of amusement in the other’s voice. It didn’t took longer for the prince to catch the characteristic sound of sinking, which resulted him quickly attempting to get out of under the bed to reach the one with glasses, after all, their battle hadn’t ended yet!!

- Wait right there! Don’t you freaking dare to- And, once again, his sentence was interrupted. Now for a little snort that flied from his lips when the logic aspect ran softly his fingers at his feet, making the prince to retract in defense, giving him time enough to disappear with a smirk, half joyful and half cocky, adorning his face.

Roman really tried to be angry, but how much heated was his features and how much euphoric he was in the moment proved this action to be a little more difficult, which definitely wouldn’t aplacate his future revenge, of course.

Now, though, his only plan was to take a shower and then sleep. For that he forced his tired body to get up and head his bathroom, part smiling and part yawning. He opened his door and stretched, feeling his bones to crack and muscles to relax.

And then his gaze found the paper stuck in the mirror above his sink, his instinct screaming in a red alert for knowing very well the next step in this game.

- NO! - Maybe it was the tiredness, however, before he could turn around to try to stop the attack a pair of hands hit in his armpits, something that made his legs automatically to fail and every and any coherent thought be tossed away from his brain to a far far away. The laughter already falling in great waterfalls from his mouth.

- PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADREHEHE! - His real laughter, that specific one that only appears when his most ticklish spot is being attacked with the most ruthless tickles, was loud, thunderous and definitely an easy sound to be noticed from miles away, Roman almost could feel his blush to spread across his neck just imagining Logan and Virgil smiling as heard him reverberate around the house. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

- Ooooooh? - Patton’s playfully tune would be definitely impossible to hear if he wasn’t so close of his ears, his words leading to even more tickles and shivers in the other. - It seems that our little pretty prince here is ticklish? Coothie coothie coo! Oh, no! What are you gonna do? Huh? Huh? What our powerful, brave Prince Roman will do to escape from the Tickle Monster? Huh? Huh? Kitty Kitty Coo! My dear and ticklish prince!!

- NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TEASIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHING, PAHAHAHAHAHATTON!

The creativity’s embodiment trashed back and forth, his head shaking, perhaps in attempts to remove all the red in his face, maybe trying to dislodge those fingers that poked, kneaded, drummed and tickled every available skin they could research. Tears began to accumulate in the corner of his eyes,

And, even with all his effort, his conscient parte still struggled against his instincts to escape and making him to get as close to the moral aspect as possible, almost laying on him.

- But how could I ever stop when knowing that this give me access to all these cute squeals? - A poke in the right place and Roman exemplified his words. Patton giggled. - Not mentioning this wonderful and melodious laugher, Roman! It is adorable!!! - The paternal side seemed as happy as he did, the royalty aspirant could feel their laughter in harmony, and maybe (maybe, only!) his heart had melted a little. Or it was just his tears falling from his eyes, his mind was a mess, okay? Don’t ask for details nor logic.

His laughter, high pinch squeals, snorts and breathless giggles endured for some more minutes before Roman pushed himself forward, laughing a plea to stop, which the one who wears cardigan promptly answered. They leaned against the wall, feeling the cold of the concrete aplacate the heat of the remaining giggles.

For some seconds both stayed in silence, calming down.

- Whahahat did you write?

- Huh? - Patton blinked a few times, leaving his thoughts and staring the other with a stunning smile.

- In the paper. I couldn’t read… And I expected a honest attack from you, padre! Attacking enemies from behind is very immoral!

- Hehehehe! - Genuine smile, hands up as an act of surrender. - Anything goes in love and war.

- Really bold words for someone so close from my fingers! - Roman showed an evil grin, punctuating each one of his words with pokes in the other’s belly, making him squirming in a sea of quick giggles, pushing his hands.

- You stop right there, mister! - Protested, his glare assuming a paternal glint. - Tomorrow we have a video to record and we need to sleep early! Thomas will need his creativity radiant and rested!

The prince whined, hands moving in exaggerated gestures and laying dramatically on the floor, following with his eyes as a smiling Patton stood up and pulled the paper from the mirror.

- Ah! I wrote: ‘Your golden heart!’, but I think I should have written about your stories! - Roman felt his blood freeze, a quick flashback from the morning passing before his eyes. The holograms, flying scenarios, sheets falling, Thomas calling him to do something, the lost paper… - They’re amazing and give really ncredible ideas.

His face suddenly looked as if it had been set on fire and for the first time in a long time the prince found himself speechless while the one with the glasses deposited the paper in his hands, kissed his forehead, wishing ‘Good night~’ before getting out, humming softly and disappeared from the other’s vision.

Roman buried his face in his hands, grunting in frustration, which wasn’t too much easy to do when a smile from ear to ear looked to be stuck in his features.

Yes, they had gave him a plenty of reasons to smile.

Maybe it was for that reason that most of the stories didn’t told about these days, these moments… Perhaps because they were from such great and strong heroism that it was almost impossible to be entirely put in just one plot.

And it was for that reason that Roman, while sitting on his bed, pencil and paper in hands, wanted to be the first one to do so.

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For the writer meta post, found here! Thanks for the questions!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

God, this is such a loaded question. I have soooooo many ideas almost constantly and a whole GDrive folder full of prompts and half-written stories and concepts. Thinking about one scene in particular is... Hmmm... Okay, one thing that I really, really, really wanna do properly some day is a genuine Hank x good!Amanda fic. Because idk when it happened exactly, but somewhere between me deciding that these two are Connor’s parents and now, it just clicked for me. I genuinely think they’d be so good together? Both so jaded and distrusting of a world that hurt and used them, re-learning how to live again with the help of Connor (and/or Nines and Sixty, too)? Realizing they have more in common than they ever thought possible and helping each other overcome their shared griefs and traumas? God, it’s just such a nice thought. They both deserve to be happy. But yeah, this would take a lot of setup. Just getting Amanda to a state where she’s stable, has a dang body, and is more or less on good terms with the RK Bros would be a fic in and of itself. Idk, maybe... I can try and scrounge something together for Rarepairs Week, lol. I have a soulmate fic started for them somewhere in my mess of WIPs. XD

10. How would you describe your writing process?

God, what even is my writing process? I think it’s mostly me moaning about not writing to friends, getting frustrated with myself and getting major anxiety if I have a deadline or have already started posting and don’t have a new chapter ready. For all that I say I like to write the whole fic out before I start posting, I don’t think I waited for a single one of my multi-chapter fics. Uh... Except the one I’m posting now. It’s done, just needs editing.But I digress. One thing I always like to know is at least an approximation of my start and end points. Sometimes I’ll concoct a rough outline of what I think might happen in between but that usually gets thrown out the window by like chapter three or whatever. I’m very, very bad at sticking to a outline so I basically never do it. Instead, I will try to find someone I can talk about the fic idea with, pray that they don’t mind spoilers, and then go to town with ideas until stuff starts clicking. Discussion is definitely my biggest go-to and I just have a terrible time of things if I can’t ramble at someone for far too many words. >_<

11. What do you envy in other writers?

God, can I just say like... everything? There are so many authors out there I admire for such a wide variety of reasons. For some, it’s their organizational skills. Knowing they can plan stuff out with such precision is just like... wow. I wish my brain worked like that. For others, it’s the amazing plots or character studies they can delve into. I’m really not a very daring writing when it comes down to it. I don’t go in for heavy subject matter or long-term angst or epic sagas or anything else that makes people go gaga. My stuff is very... trope-y, I guess is the word. Seeing people out there writing such revolutionary stuff, though... Hah, if only. And then there’s the authors out there with the most gorgeous prose, I swear. Reading their stuff is like a work of art. And I’m just sitting there with my jaw open being like, holy crap. How did you do this?! And then there’s just the ability to write, period! There are some authors who can just whip out masterpiece after masterpiece with barely a pause! They update so fast and it’s always amazing and I... I don’t understand how they can do it. It takes so much out of me, writing a fic. I struggle for weeks on a single chapter. They’ll post a whole, 50k fic in that time. I’m just awed and amazed by people like that. Idk, there’s just so much. Like, I know I’m not the worst writer out there, but I’m certainly far, far from the best, too. And I am very much in awe of all you amazing authors out there who continue to put me to shame, lol. Guess there’s nothing for it but to keep chugging away over here and hope I can improve with time. u^_^

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

I’m... not sure how my readers would perceive me, tbh. And really, I think the people who read my works and leave comments seem to follow my plots pretty well? Or, if they have questions, I try to answer them as best I can. Like I said above, my works are kinda... transparent, for the most part. Not too much you have to sift through to figure out what’s going on, I don’t think. And I do my best to have any mysteries solved by the end of the fic, too. As far as surprising my readers with my motivations... Yeah, idk. I mean, they seem so very apparent to me, lol. I write a lot about family, acceptance, communication, love. All things I think I maybe idealize a bit since there’s not been too much of them in my life. (Or, at least, not in any way I’d think fondly of.) Like, I know I’ve said it somewhere before, but basically all of The Lark Ascending was just me projecting my own traumas and trying to work through them. And the characters I write for, well... They have a lot of those same problems. It’s therapeutic for me, seeing them all through to a happy ending. Makes me think such things are possible, y’know?

But yeah, I think I’ll just leave it at that. Thank you so much for the questions, friend! Hopefully, I didn’t get too sappy up there, lol! u^_^

#asks #about me #did I dive too deep here?#hell if I know lol #it's 4 am and I'm full of feels

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OTP Question Meme

Well, no one asked for it but stuff it, I’ve got a lot of thoughts on Lindsay/Dryden. Actually I’ve got quite a lot of thoughts on Denton but that is a whole separate post (I have A LOT of thoughts). Anywho, to start us of I’ve gotta say I don’t know if I really get Lindsay/Dryden (henceforth DenDen, thanks @lindsayelizabethdenton), I mean, in my head he was always sort of using her but on rewatch she said they were together for five years. FIVE YEARS. But then again, it’s Denton, is she lying? Who really knows?

Who is the most affectionate? Lindsay, Dryden is certainly more physical, but only in private where there is no chance anyone will see. Lindsay’s really the one seeking a connection.

Big spoon/Little spoon? Dryden/Lindsay. Again, Lindsay really wants a connection to someone and would really do just about anything to be loved. She loves being cuddled.

Most common argument? Their relationship being a secret. If we believe Denton, they were together for FIVE years. Lindsay wants him to finally leave his wife, be with her and give her her happily ever after (which she totally deserves)

Favorite non-sexual activity? Just being together, Lindsay gets lonely in her flat. Maybe him listening to her play piano.

Who is most likely to carry the other? Dryden. When ever he picks her up she’s uncharacteristically girly and giggly and he does really enjoy that side of her.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Denton loves Dryden’s salt and pepper hair (Daddy issues). Dryden loves Denton’s discreetness.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? Headcanon that it started off as a purely physical thing so I guess Dryden’s a bit more romantic (bringing flowers etc) when (if) he developed feelings for her.

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? Lindsay calls Dryden “my Love”. If we’re not counting the multitude of female names Dryden calls Lindsay when he answers the phone when he’s with his wife then “mo nighean donn”. Denton’s a massive fan of Outlander and has been since the novels originally came out when she was in her twenties. She’s always been a hopeless romantic and romantically hopeless.

Who worries the most? About being found out? Dryden (part of Lindsay wants to be found out so that he can’t deny it any longer) In general? Lindsay, she’s just a bit of a worrier.

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? They rarely go out to restaurants so they’re not seen. They go to a few dingy pubs near Lindsay’s place with bad lighting and dodgy patrons. Right, that’s not the question.... Hmmm... probably Lindsay because Dryden always orders a steak. Lindsay’s more adventurous with food and likes to try new things.

Who tops? Could say Lindsay because she wants to be in control but I feel like Dryden.

Who initiates kisses? I feel like Dryden would have initiated the first kiss but in general, both.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first? Lindsay, she just likes to know he’s there.

Who kisses the hardest? Lindsay, when Dryden has to leave.

Who wakes up first? Lindsay, she doesn’t really sleep and is basically a human alarm clock.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Lindsay, she doesn’t want Dryden to leave.

Who says I love you first? Dryden. When Lindsay finds out he’s married and demands to know what’s happening he says “I love you” to try and smooth things over.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Neither, too risky.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? Lindsay, for obvious reasons.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship? Well, I mean, Dryden’s wife certainly isn’t happy when she finds out (during the investigation). Other than that, Lindsay really only has her mum to tell. She doesn’t tell her he’s married. They do have dinner together once or twice. Her mum’s happy for her, she worries what Lindsay will do once she’s gone.

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Probably Lindsay.

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? Definitely Lindsay. They’re both traditionalists and Dryden really doesn’t know how to cook. He cooked on a BBQ one time when they went away for a weekend. Burnt outside, raw inside, they ended up ordering in.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? When they meet in the dingy pubs, sometimes Dryden will pretend to pick her up with cheesy pick up lines that always make her smile.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? There’s a reason Lindsay’s got her own office. He can go in there, shut the door and then say whatever he wants and they don’t have to worry. Occasionally when Lindsay was mad at Dryden she’d say something to fluster him but over all they keep up appearances and keep it appropriate at work.

Who needs more assurance? Lindsay, for several reasons, mostly the married thing. Also, I don’t think Dryden’s as invested as Lindsay is.

What would be their theme song? @lindsayelizabethdenton, you said it would be ‘Secret Love Song’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EcOzFLGUzg one other time and I totally agree

Who would sing to their child back to sleep? Lindsay, she’s very musical and has a lovely voice.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? I wanna say text a lot but surely they haven’t covered up a five year affair leaving incriminating messages all the time. They call each other though.Also, they share an Email address and leave messages to one another in the draft folder.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart Sorry to keep atting you @lindsayelizabethdenton, but you’re right, the canon for DenDen is tragic. I’ve got a half baked idea in my head that Dryden gave her Bella after he made her get the abortion and then transferred which pisses me off a lot more than it should and I thought of the idea. Also that Dryden will sleep with anything with a pulse and is messing around behind Lindsay’s back.

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it Dryden’s wife has also been having an affair for years but they just wanted to keep up appearances but then they both decide to end things and so Dryden and Lindsay can be together and never had to get an abortion and every one wins.

So yeah, like I said, I don’t really know how I feel about these two. I like to think that they were happy once but honestly I don’t trust Dryden.

#Lindsay Denton deserved better #A better love interest #I'm totally open to talking about these two if anyone's interested #I have a lot of thoughts #And I need to get them out #Lindsay Denton #Mike Dryden #Denton x Dryden #Dryden x Denton #DenDen #Line of Duty #LoD #LoD 2 #OTP ask meme #that nobody asked for

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The MFackenthal Show and @maxattack-powell!

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Hello all! Welcome back to the MFackenthal Show! I am so glad that you are here today. If you’re new to the show, I encourage you to go here to find past episodes. There are only a few.

The MFackenthal Show has officially been green lit for more episodes! We used to only be able to afford to run the show every once in a while, but the people have spoken - they want to see the show more often! The funding came through and we hope to give the people what they want! Do you want to be on the show? Do you have someone that you want to see on the show? If so - reblog or comment or send a message to let MFackenthal know! We’ll see what we can do! We have this show and two others lined up for you!

I could not be more excited to bring you this next guest. She has been with the fandom for quite a while. She was one of the first people I started communicating with on a regular basis. She has talked me up, supported me from the beginning and though she hasn’t written much lately - when she does drop a chapter - it’s long and it’s worth it! Please welcome to the stage @maxattack-powell!!!!! (Insert Cheering here!)

(Megs greets Max with a hug - which means that Megs essentially runs and leaps into Max’s arms. Max is fairly tall and Megs is barely 5′3″)

Megs: Max, I am so happy that you are here! Can you believe that you’re here today?

Max: Haha, yes - I can. But I am honored to be here.

Megs: Max, sit with me. For those in the audience who may not know you, tell us about when and why you joined the fandom.

Max: Yanno, I always made my best guess at this before, but I knew you were going to ask me this - so I looked it up. Did you know that now there’s this Official Tumblr blog called @memories, and it knows down to the minute when someone joined? Let me go check it… *digs through the blogs posts* Okay, it was apparently 07/31/2017 at 1:17:15 PM, which means it must have been on the weekend because of the time of day haha.

As for why ... hmm, well… I found the Choices app one day, when it only had like… three series I think! Anyone else remember that time?

Megs: I do! Because I was playing Hollywood University I think I downloaded choices the day the app came out.

Max: Awh! Well, I fell in love with The Freshman Series. Mostly because of Chris Powell and Zack Zilberg, and a long time ago I was in another fandom that had tons of fan fiction/art… so I googled “Choices Chris Powell” and any other combination I could think of looking for possible fanfiction. The fandom was almost non existent at the time. There was actually one person, who has long since left the fandom due to fandom dramas - we all know the kinds I’m talking about - but a few others had started posting their works as well… and I got hooked. Eventually I felt the bug to write how I felt TF should play out as well, and here I am *looks back at the “joined tumblr timestamp”* uhh… 20ish months ago! Haha!!

Megs: LOL, when you put it that way it doesn’t sound like that long ago ... lets call a spade a spade - that was almost 2 years ago! That’s amazing! You have to have seen so much in this fandom! What is it that keeps you around?

Max: There are so many awesome people in this fandom, in this world we’ve all created for our pixelated loves lol. Soooo many creative minds to follow and enjoy. The content people share, original or repost… it’s great.

... Unfortunately it is also a double edge sword ... the drama, the jealousy, the rumors, the hate, etc. I’ve sadly seen far too much and it comes in so many forms… it’s unnecessary.

Megs: I couldn’t agree more! If you could tell the fandom one thing - what would it be?

Max: It would be that we’re all here because we want to have a good time. No one came here to get ridiculed, to be scrutinized or chastised for their opinions, their likes or dislikes. Real life has enough of that going on. We are all individuals - if you want to be treated nicely, fairly, etc. you must also do the same to others. There is no reason someone must agree with you or anyone else. Live and let live. Embrace our differences as it makes us who we are. Most of the issues I see stem from a simple difference in opinion. That is ridiculous. Everyone’s entitled to their own thoughts. We must build each other up, not tear one another down. No one here owes anyone anything, now go have some fun.

(The room stands up in applause!)

Megs: You should definitely stand up and take a bow, Max!

(Max does just as Megs suggests - but she also makes Megs stand up and do the same. Laughing, they both sit back down.)

Awh, Max ... okay, let’s get back to you. We know that you’d fight anyone for the position of The Chris Powell Appreciation/Fan Club. And for those who don’t know, Max has been retelling the full The Freshman series, interweaving dialogue and plot from PB but also adding much of her own content. MC and Chris get a backstory. Chris gets best friends from back home. What is your favorite piece that you have written?

Max: Oh geez hahaha. Um… can I just say The Freshman Chronicles as a whole? I’ve written for different fandoms, and I have original WIPs but I’ll stick to the Choices fandom for this answer. I’ve put a lot of time into TFC. Tons of additional story work, research on characters and their backgrounds, PBs and my own OCs. You should see my file folder setup haha. It’s crazy… I have so many docs, pictures and gifs. Most organized by location (Hartfeld, Boston, New Haven, Cherryfield, etc.), then by character… and on some I get more detailed and split them by emotion and situation.

Megs: By what again?

Max: Emotion and Situation ... Yeah. I warned you it was crazy! *laughs* TFC was the reason I joined tumblr really. Instead of staying a Nonny and only reading others posted works. I wanted to comment, like and reblog what I enjoyed, while I also worked on my own contribution to the fandom. I had a vision for Chris and MC that had more than the game could give, and I wanted to see if i was still any good at writing since it had been years and years… it’s funny to see how different my current posts are from my first over a year ago. Makes me want to go update a few because they could use a little help *awkward laugh*

Megs: I’m sure we can all relate to that! Hmmm ... I’m starting to get a feel for this, I think, but what is your writing process?

Max: Lots of planning, mostly in my head. When I feel like I have a decent concept I might type out some notes or work it into my outline (another crazy thing I have going for TFC because it’s so big haha). But usually, once I hatch out a basic plan on where I’m going… I just start typing. Keeping the general plot and main points I want to hit in mind, I simply start typing… keeping it as organic as possible. It usually works out well.

Megs: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Max: First, and most importantly… do it because you enjoy it. Don’t do it for likes, reblogs, popularity, etc. If you’re having a good time dreaming things up and typing them out, that’s what’s important. The rest is just an extra bonus. Also, don’t give up. It’s easy to become discouraged, frustrated, distracted and more… but remember - your creative cells can’t be running all the time. They need to rest just like your body. Take breaks… go read, play games, hang out with friends/family, watch a movie… whatever. Just do something to help you relax, to reset and you’ll very probably find inspiration and/or motivation to continue. Remember, this is for fun. *wink and finger guns*

Megs: So what do you do for fun?

Max: I actually have a few things I do regularly. A big one is making costumes/props for conventions, small productions, etc. I also train and show horses. I do the same with my dogs, but more for competitions and not really any shows. I’ve always drawn, sculpted, painted since I was old enough to hold things with my hands… and about a year ago I started learning how to do it digitally as well. I run (not at all for fun haha) and play hockey (totally for fun), follow comics and watch anime. I've restored houses, cars and old furniture. I like to read as much as I can - that’s an important one. I also play video games. Something I’ve done since I was young… I've even competed, and won, a few gaming tournaments.

Megs: You don’t know how to be bored do you?

Max: LOL, Megs. Yeah, um, so there’s a “few” *makes air quotes* of my never ending list of interests haha. Gives me a lot to talk about with people, eh?

Megs: Not that I can understand how you’d have time for this ... but what do you do to help pay for your many activities?

Max: Oh like, my job? Well that can be a simple answer… like “I work in software” but the more interesting way to say it is I use my MBA, experience in business, the financial industry and technology to improve and stabilize my customers environment through technological solutions that fit their specific needs. *presses lips together* I solve problems by designing solutions. Bored yet? Hahaha.

Megs: No! That sounds wonderful! Who doesn’t want their stuff to be designed better? Any chance you could start working for tumblr? Some of us have a few complaints ... tags ... mobile losing our work ...

Max: I’m not sure they could pay me enough to help them with all of their problems! But, tumblr, feel free to send me an offer!

Megs: Seriously - send her a 6 figure offer!

Max: Okay, Megs, well now I have a question for you.

Megs: Uhhhh, Max, that’s not exactly how this is supposed to go.

Max: Yeah, don’t care. Your fans need to know ... Hoooow do you find the time to read and review so much?! And I know that’s just in this fandom. I know you read books and you may read for other fandoms!? Seriously, it’s awesome. We need to clock your page flipping speed haha.

Megs: *blushes* Oh my gosh, you have to stop! Here’s the key to how I do it ... I wake up at 5:30am and read for about 30 minutes. Then I workout and start my day. I read in line at the grocery stores. I read on my breaks at work.

Max: Oh my gosh - you’re such a nerd and I love that! Okay, nerd, what is your favorite thing to do, besides reading all the things of course?

Megs: This show, of course! And, of course, getting people to do silly things on this show with me. For instance - with as athletic as you are, I hear you can’t jump?

Max: Megs, shhhhh. You told me you weren’t going to bring that up.

Megs: I did no such thing! (Meg says while laughing) I said I might not bring it up.

Max: Uh huh.

(Kris Kross’s “Jump” starts playing in the studio)

Megs: Come on - show me what you’ve got!

(Megs starts “singing” along and jumping along with the song. Max stays seated. Megs finally pulls Max up into a standing position. Max plays along and “jumps” next to Megs - getting no air at all.)

Oh, come on Max - put some real strength in to it. Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Max jumps and gets the smallest amount of air time.)

Max: *laughing* Megs - I’m tall! I don’t need to jump to reach things!

Megs: *laughing* That must be nice. I got good at this type of jumping because I had to learn to jump up and gently grab things from the grocery so I didn’t knock everything down.

*continuing to jump around the audience - getting everyone to join her* And that’s all for the show today today, folks! Thank you for watching!! Have a great night!

#The Mfackenthal Show #With @maxattack-powell #Official show number 3 #But the 4th interview #Ellen has nothing on me #Oh who are we kidding #I wish I were half as cool as Ellen #She gets paid to do this #I do this for free #But I love it!

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dramallamadingdang · 5 years

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Feeling still a bit better today *fingers crossed* Still not near ALL better, but...better. :) So have some replies. :) These are for @jennamaxon, @taylors-simblr, @dunne-ias, @hugelunatic, @twofingerswhiskey, @maksplaygroundsims2, @deedee-sims, @unicornfatty, @rioa, @esotheria-sims, @penig, @thewynd, annnnnnnnd @sparkstark...

jennamaxon replied to your post “A question, before it’s back to bed with me...”

If I were doing it, I'd provide the needed CC as a bundle alongside the neighbourhood files.

The only thing about bundling it is...what if someone doesn’t want all of it? Or what if they already have a lot of it? I mean, from what I understand, once CC is bundled, it’s not an easy process to un-bundle, and the Uni, especially, has a LOT of CC in the form of hood deco.

taylors-simblr replied to your photoset “Just dropping in to sing You Light Up My Life @honeywell-mts. <3...”

Is this your university hood? It’s fantastic!! <3

That it is! And thank you. :) It kind of got out of hand. I didn’t intend for it to be that big, but then I tend to go overboard, so.... I think I’d share it as a main hood, though. Unless people would prefer it as a uni template? Or maybe I’ll do both? Either way it’ll need to be finished with lots. I guess I’ll put out a general ask when the time comes that it’s ready for sharing.

dunne-ias replied to your post “A question, before it’s back to bed with me...”

ooh that'd be a fun thing to play around in! I love decorated hoods, because I'm lazy

Me, too! :D But I’m also picky and something of a perfectionist, which is a sort of bad and self-conflicting combination. *laugh*

hugelunatic replied to your post “A question, before it’s back to bed with me...”

It's just like a full hood. The hood folder and either include necessary cc or link to it.

Yeah, before I came over here to Tumblr, it dawned on me that there are predecorated-but-lotless terrains up for download at MTS. So, I downloaded one of those and, yep, the whole neighborhood folder. I’ll be including the CC, though, mostly because I have no clue where I got most of the stuff I have or who made it, so finding links would be problematic and time-consuming. :)

twofingerswhiskey replied to your photoset “Just dropping in to sing You Light Up My Life @honeywell-mts. <3...”

It all looks so lovely! ��

maksplaygroundsims2 replied to your photoset “Just dropping in to sing You Light Up My Life @honeywell-mts. <3...”

Oh my god, your hood tho. It's beautiful!! :O

Thank you to both of you. <3 I’m having waaaaay too much fun decorating it.

dunne-ias replied to your link “Online English Vocabulary Size Test”

I hope you feel better soon! I got top 5.5% on that quiz, in English. Did a similar one in my actual native language and got top 0.1%, so I'm pretty happy with 5.5% in a foreign language :9

Considering English isn’t your mother tongue, I’d say being in the top 5.5% is pretty damn good! I’d wager you did better than most Americans would. Which is embarrassing, but there it is... If only we had a government that properly funded education instead of trying to fund private “Christian” schools via ridiculous “vouchers” in the name of “freedom of choice.” :P Buuuuuut that’s a rant for another time and place. *sigh*

deedee-sims replied to your link “Online English Vocabulary Size Test”

Get better! (btw you can use tumblr from a mobile browser, I haven't used the app since 2 years or so)

Not on a Kindle, apparently. :( Or at least not on mine. I tried that and it just redirected to the mostly-broken app. It’s got an Amazon-proprietary operating system, so it has its weirdnesses that way. Although maybe if I deleted the mostly-useless app it’d work....Hmmm.

unicornfatty replied to your photoset “Household #3: Anette McConnell and Saeyoung “Seven” Choi Their house....”

If they have a daughter, consider calling her Summer in my honour, please XD

I’d already planned that, dear. :) Not sure if they’ll ever get married, though, because I’m going to wait for mutual wants in this neighborhood, and if they do I’m not sure which surname they’ll keep. (And hyphenating is just weird, IMO. I mean, what happens when two people with hyphenated last names get married? Do you keep all four names and then the next generation there’s eight names, then sixteen, then....?) *ahem* Anyway, she might not be a “Choi.” :) If she ever exists. :)

rioa replied to your photoset “Household #2: Josie Ahn, Carmine Fortuna, and Sydney Carmichael Their...”

The RNG strikes again O_O It'll be interesting to see how they get along though since I've never had them in the same hood X)

So far? Well, I have played their household for a season now, and I don’t think it’s too much of a spoiler to say they mostly ignore each other. *laugh* Carmine and Sydney get along like a house on fire, though. Just platonically, because they’re both gay, but...Yeah, they’re buddies. Josie’s just kind of off in her own world, so far.

esotheria-sims replied to your photoset “Household #1: Georgia Eton and Dr. Oliver Little. Their house....”

A doctor who became a witch... so in other words, a Witch Doctor? :D *ba dum tss*

Well, *I* wasn’t going to say it, but....YEAH, EXACTLY! :D (Voodoo, I tell you, vooooooooodoooooooooo. :) )

penig replied to your photo “This is the “big reveal” of the queer hood’s real name. :) Its name is...”

I saw the logo and thought: Fire Island, how old school!

Yeah, that was actually kind of why I liked the name in Esperanto. Because speakers of English and the Romance languages are going to see “fire” in the name, and it’s kind of appropriate since I plopped a volcano on it. OR there’s the connotation of “flaming” gay men. All this even though the word has nothing to do with fire in Esperanto, except maybe in a figurative sense. Pride in being who you are could be seen as a sort of internal fire that can either make you warm and confident and glowing from the inside or burn you up if there’s too much of it, I suppose. So it works all around, I guess.

thewynd replied to your photoset “Household #1: Georgia Eton and Dr. Oliver Little. Their house....”

That is a first! Get abducted and become a witch...very clever!

Yeah, that’s the “alien experiments” mod. They can be turned into supernaturals or another kind of outcome instead of always knocked up. As much as I adore alien babies, I also like the variety the mod brings.

sparkstark replied to your photo “This is the “big reveal” of the queer hood’s real name. :) Its name is...”

That's so cool! What a good name, I've always named all my hoods in Latin and they sound.. old. Might switch them to Esperanto!

It’s a pretty cool language. It sounds familiar, yet it’s different and, yes, it doesn’t sound “old.” It was created to be an international standard language, so it pulls from most of the world’s major languages, making it easier for more people to learn. Duolingo offers a course, and I’ve put it on my list to learn, after I finish the Russian course. And then the Welsh course.

#jennamaxon #taylors-simblr #dunne-ias #hugelunatic #twofingerswhiskey #maksplaygroundsims2 #deedee-sims #unicornfatty #rioa #esotheria-sims #penig #thewynd #sparkstark

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Seventeen: Dana Katherine Scully

A/N You ever make a list? A way to compile all the missed opportunities, the transgressions, the warning signs telling you that you’re on the wrong path? Of course you have. Part 17 and last in the series. Part 1 and links to other parts are here. Rated NC-17. Thanks for sticking with me on this big adventure! I’ll be re-working a few areas of the story now that it’s done, and then re-posting the whole thing on AO3.

The stories came to light reluctantly, unearthed like buried evidence. He spared Scully the sordid details, but in recounting each affair he came to a startling revelation: there were things worth remembering amongst the wreckage. Like tacking to starboard and port into a capricious wind, he’d been unknowingly heading inexorably towards the safety of shore. Two or even one year ago, that destination meant answers about his sister and solitude. Now he had a different objective in mind.

In rental cars, hotel lobbies and late-nite diners, over the next few weeks he turned his romantic history over to Scully for safekeeping. It made his belly bottom out like he was crossing a tightrope, but it was a habitual fear, not a genuine one. Scully knew the highs and lows of every other aspect of his life, and in contravention to the laws of physics, found him greater than the sum of his broken parts.

In California again investigating an animal he believed was a Wanshang Dhole, he watched his partner bare her teeth and mark him as her territory with secret delight. She was welcome to chase away every would-be suitor, so long as she continued to submerge him in those bottomless blue eyes and bracket his days with her fierce mind and her quiet understanding. He had sighted the harbour lights, and was navigating towards her as quickly as the fickle sea would allow.

Scully wasn’t privy to this certainty, however, which he realized once the case was over and they were back in Washington, going over their report in her living room.

“So, you said you met Karin Berquist online?”

He was concentrating on deciphering the manic scrawl of his case notes, and didn’t pick up on her vulnerable tone.

“Yeah, on a message board relating to crypto-zoology,” he replied after a long pause.

“Then she wasn’t...” Trailing off into mute frustration.

“Hmmm? Wasn’t what, Scully?” He looked up at last, and saw her staring across the room at his laptop.

“No, Scully. No. She wasn’t the woman you saw me...in Arcadia... I didn’t even know her name, as pathetic as that sounds.”

She nodded and went back to pretending to read the coroner’s report of Dr. Detweiler’s death, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere. She was so unencumbered by self-doubt in their professional lives that he forgot there was a different Scully to account for in private. One that hurt and doubted and sandbagged her heart like every other mortal human. He rose and moved to her side on the couch.

“Did you need to see my notes?” she asked, hands fluttering purposelessly over sheets of paper in a manila folder on her lap.

“No. Hey, Scully. Stop for a second, okay.” He took her tiny hands in his own, trying to get her to look at him.

“I’m not going to chat with her anymore. Not like that. I already told her, as soon as we got back from Arcadia.”

“You don’t need to...” she began.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You have my undivided attention, Scully. I need you to believe that. My undivided attention.”

Her wet eyes met his at last and they both exhaled loudly. Their heads were close together, and all it would take was the slightest movement on both their parts to bring their lips together. She kept glancing at his mouth. He knew she wasn’t averse to the idea. Resisting the magnetic pull she exerted, he backed away.

“But there’s still the last round of IVF to consider, and probably a lot more left for both of us to say...”

“One thing at a time,” she said quietly, and he nodded his understanding and went back to his report.

***

Scully’s attempt to bear their child ended in a wash of salt and iron just two weeks’ later. He leaned against her brow in the cool shadows of her apartment as she grieved a wish that refused to be fulfilled. After minutes of holding her to his chest and murmuring softly as to a fretful child, she stepped back, thanked him, and asked for some time alone. The open-ended status of their relationship made that the only choice, so he drove himself home in the rain.

Despite the soul searching her request for his participation in the IVF had precipitated, he hadn’t really thought through what his role as a prospective father meant to him personally. Scully had needed him in a way that could potentially bind them together for eternity. He might have questioned the wisdom of her selection, but he never doubted his dedication to the outcome. For her. He had wanted this pregnancy for her. Being asked to be part of something so monumentally important to her made his head float like a mylar balloon, if he examined it too closely.

But with his shot at fatherhood destroyed along with Scully’s hopes, he considered their future together. They had the work, but the work was theirs at the whim of the FBI. They had a rare and peculiar friendship, but without the structure of their partnership, it felt vulnerable and without form. A child, as selfish as he knew it made him sound, would have been the bridge that linked them forever. There would be no child. He still wanted some permanent connection to her.

Phillip Padgett put into words what he knew in his heart. Agent Scully was already in love. She loved him enough to weep in his arms, as yet more blood that was and yet was not hers stained her skin. He knew the dimensions of his love for her when her grief hurt more than his own.

***

Nothing soothed him quite like the slow waltz of baseball. The acrid, loamy smell of the pitcher’s mound, the fluency of muscles swinging through, and the perfect parabolic arc of a well-struck ball. It was oil to the choppy waters of his soul. He lured Scully from her quiet apartment in the hopes it might ease her burdens as well.

She was warm and giddy in the fold of his body. The crack of the bat combined with her throaty giggle aroused him, and for once he did not hide it from her, rubbing his crotch lightly against her rump. Finally, as the day grew old, they separated and sent the ball boy home with a generous tip.

“That was fun, Mulder. Thank you.” They were picking up a few stray foul balls that had dropped behind the dugout fence, and her face was a contrast of bright and dark painted by the halogen lights. He really wanted to kiss her where the berry-stained plush of her upper lip met ivory skin.

“Not a bad attempt for a first date.”

She froze, mid-bend. “Is that what this was? A date?” She sounded unsure of both her question and the answer.

“I... I want it to be. Scully, you have to know that I...”

“I do, Mulder. I know. But it’s too soon after... everything. And we still need to talk some more.”

“So, hands before hips, then? Did I teach you nothing tonight?” He grinned, and was relieved when she returned it. She’d seemed so small and sad a moment before.

“A new concept for you, huh Mulder?”

“Just another one of the crazy things you’ve talked me into, Scully.”

***

He’d been inside her mind, and it was like bathing in a glacier-fed stream. Bracing. Rigourous. And so pure it was like looking through glass.

His extra-sensory abilities were fading slowly, but he could still read her thoughts as they stood under the chuppah of his doorframe and spoke vows like “constant”, like “touchstone”.

I cannot bear to hurt you as they have. I can’t kiss you, and then break your heart. Be patient with me, Mulder. It’s a long walk for me to meet you where you stand.

He nodded his understanding, and she left.

***

He and Jade had watched the Big Apple drop in Times Square one year, huddling together in the lee of a building, trying to keep their backs to the cold wind. It had been a while, but he still knew what he should do with a beautiful woman at midnight, on the cusp of a new millennium.

Scully’s lips felt as opulent as they looked. Like an eider down duvet on a cold day. Like kissing a cloud. He held himself in check, just allowing the barest introduction of conjoined breath before he pulled back and read the epistle of her upturned face.

“The world didn’t end,” he informed her, surprised at how calm he felt. Love without a healthy side of fear or dread or shame wasn’t a language in which he was conversant.

“No, it didn’t.”

Something was wrong, but she allowed him to guide her towards the elevator and down to the parking lot.

“How are you feeling?” she asked as she adjusted the driver’s seat of the rental car.

“Alright, considering. Looking forward to getting home and finding out if my mollies survived the zombie apocalypse.”

“Could... could we talk, first? At my place?”

His gut fizzed and his mouth grew dry, but he simply nodded, and said “Yeah. Wake me when we get there.”

Scully’s apartment was its usual haven of soft upholstery and oak furniture. He sat on her sofa and watched her go about her routine; putting the kettle on to boil, stashing her garment bag behind her closet door. She seemed ill at ease, but it wasn’t directed at him. With patience learned over the previous seven years, he waited until she was ready to say what was on her mind.

“I need to ask you something, Mulder, and I’m afraid of what it might mean to us.”

"Are you mad at me? Because of earlier?” Off her confused look, he specified, “The kiss.”

“No, I’m not mad. I’m glad you kissed me, Mulder. It was sweet. Unexpected. But it reminded me that there is still some unfinished business between us that needs to be attended to before... well, before.”

He nodded, unsure where she was going.

“You’ve told me about your past relationships. Fifteen. Fifteen lovers.”

“Yes.”

“And I need to know why you didn’t tell me about Marita.”

He sat up straighter and looked her in the eye where she stood across the room.

“I never slept with Marita, Scully. She made it pretty clear she was open to the idea, but it was such a strange time. I was working with Ian and trying to be better, and well, I never took her up on it.”

This only seemed to make Scully more nervous, and a terrible idea began to form.

“Did someone tell you I’d slept with her? Is that what you meant, when you called me a hypocrite after Philadelphia? Because they were lying, Scully. I don’t know how to make you believe me, but the last time I had intercourse was while you were missing. I told you about it, and about how afterwards Elizabeth put me in touch with Ian, and I started to see him after you came back.” He was speaking with the fervour of a condemned man, and Scully just looked more and more sad.

“I saw... on the paperwork for the IVF... you filled in 1994 where they asked about your last sexual partner, and I knew then. I mean, I guessed.”

“What? You’re scaring me, Scully.”

Instead of answering him, she went to her desk, opened the bottom drawer, and withdrew a VHS tape. She handed it to him as though it was radioactive.

“This was delivered to me, not long after you came back from Russia. It’s a recording. Of you. And Marita.”

He shook his head as though trying to dislodge a pest.

“Then it’s a fake, Scully. I went to her apartment in New York with Krycek. I told you that. She was the one who arranged for my visa into Russia. But I never...” He trailed off, memories surfacing.

“I know it’s you, Mulder. There’s audio. You, ummm, you call out my name.”

“Jesus.” He was numb. Paralyzed with confusion and anger and mortification.

“You don’t remember, do you? Whatever she did to you, it was without your consent.”

“I remember falling asleep on her couch while we waited for the visa. I had a strange dream. Something about the Arctic, being cold. When I woke up, several hours had passed, and the visa had arrived. That’s... what’s on the tape, Scully? I need to see, right now.”

Knowing there was no use in arguing, Scully loaded the disk into her machine. The picture was grainy. The camera must have been positioned behind gauzy drapes. But there was nothing wrong with the audio. By the time his younger self came, he was fighting the urge to vomit or throw something substantial at the television Scully’s hand on his thigh brought him back inside himself.

“I think we both know what this is about, Mulder. Somebody wanted to drive us apart, and this video was the wedge. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they were harvesting your, uh, genetic material at the same time.”

“It almost worked. You were so angry with me, and I couldn’t understand why. I mean, I was being a pigheaded asshole, but no more than usual. And then Ed Jerse, and...”

“But it didn’t work. We’re here now. And we can try to bring her to justice.”

“There’s no restitution with these people, Scully. Our victory is that we’re still here.”

“Together.”

“Yes. Together.”

They sat in thoughtful silence in her darkened living room as the first hours of the newborn millennium fell backwards into history. He wondered if the Y2K prognosticators hadn’t been right, in some metaphysical sense. His life to date and all the struggle and masochism it entailed seemed part of another world; one he would gladly leave behind to start with a clean slate, here in her cozy Georgetown apartment.

“It’s late,” she remarked, breaking his contemplation.

“Hmmm.”

“You could, umm, you can stay here. If you want.”

Without asking, he knew what she was proposing. It was tempting. So very tempting. A symbolic rebirth to mark the moment where everything that could hurt him had been exposed in the safe place between them. But using sex to bury the past was a hallmark of his old self, in that before-world. If he was starting fresh, he was doing it right.

“Not tonight, Scully. I want... it’s got to be about moving forward. Not looking back.”

He was worried she’d be hurt by his rejection, but one look in her eyes and he knew she understood. She understood better than anyone.

“Plus, I rather enjoyed our baseball date. Maybe I want another one. A little more fondling over sporting equipment. A whole lot of flirting. Maybe I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t give it up that easily.”

She snorted to indicate her opinion on his latest wild theory.

“You’ve given me a lot of anecdotal evidence that says otherwise, Mulder.”

He knew she was teasing, but he clarified anyway.

“This is different, Scully. This is the one time I’m going to get it right.”

***

Flirting with Scully was fun. Fondling her even funner. Their work was dire, isolating and dangerous, and despite what their colleagues might believe, they were both consummate professionals. But even a harrowing case left small cracks through which a little pleasure could creep. They still challenged, disagreed, bifurcated and reunited at a common conclusion. The only difference was now their bodies leaned, glanced, parted and pleased all the while.

***

After shooting Donnie Pfaster, Scully hid in his apartment for three days. The ostensible reason was that her place was a crime scene. In truth, she came to his home to look for herself. The foundations of her moral edifice had been shaken, and he was her bedrock. He was humbled, and he made a quiet space for her in his previously forsaken bedroom. They co-habitated chastely until their final night, when Scully grabbed the remote, extinguished the Knicks’ game mid-third quarter, dug her little knees into the buttery leather of his sofa on either side of his hips, and kissed his proverbial socks off.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she breathed as they finally broke for air.

“Three days of remembering to put the toilet seat down seems a small price to pay, if you’re going to keep kissing me like that.”

“I’d thank you properly for sacrificing your comfortable new bed for three nights, but it’s-”

“Not the right time, I know.”

“It’ll happen, Mulder. Knowing us, at the least likely, inopportune moment.”

“I have a dentist appointment next Wednesday. Nice reclining chair. Bright lights. Access to laughing gas.”

She shook her head in mock dismay, rust-coloured tendrils sweeping across his upturned face. He tapped her lightly on her ass.

“Until then, you’d best be getting off my lap, Miss Scully.”

***

There was a certain inevitability in his mother’s death, and in wrapping up his near-thirty year quest to find out what happened to Samantha. The Fox Mulder who measured the distance covered by every day and decision against the yardstick of his past failures had entered chrysalis shortly after meeting Dana Scully. He emerged now, with the heavy weight of his guilt molting away and leaving him fledgling and raw.

He sensed Scully’s worry for him. He wished he could explain how his grief, once given voice, left him feeling purged and new. Reborn.

***

He yo-yoed between fear for her safety and anguish that the ground had once again shifted beneath the precarious balance of his trust. When she finally re-appeared and told him her story of willing complicity with the Smoking Man, he made sure to place a wide expanse of floor between them, for fear that he would start shaking her and never stop.

“I had to do it, Mulder. I wish there had been another way, and I tried to get a message to you.”

“What did he promise you? What made the risk worthwhile?”

“I told you. A cure for cancer.”

“As altruistic as you are, Scully, you’re also not a fool. You might have wished that CancerMan had access to that kind of medical breakthrough, but you wouldn’t have bet your life on it. No, there was something else. Something you don’t want to tell me about because you’re afraid of how I’ll react.”

“You really are too smart for your own good, Mulder.” She sighed, and seemed resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to let this issue drop.

“It’s been remarked upon before. Come on, Scully. Tell me the secret, selfish payoff that he duped you with. A private parking spot at Hoover? A limitless shoe budget?

“A baby,” she whispered, and he choked on the sharp bone of his arrogance.

“Jesus, Scully. How... he didn’t...god, Scully, please tell me he didn’t...” Now he was dizzy with panic and guilt.

“No, Mulder. Nothing like that. He said... he said he wanted to give us something. Give us something back. Something that had been taken from both of us.”

For once in his life, he had no words. The anguish and hope and rage and love that swirled in him like galaxies took away his voice, and he grasped her hand instead and simply held on.

***

He’d wanted to take Scully to England. He’d pictured her, her Celtic features and Old World reserve, there amongst the hedgerows and cobble stones. It would be an exorcism of sorts - replacing the ghosts in his memories with her familiar presence.

He understood her unwillingness to play into his schemes, though. Despite their nearly symbiotic relationship, they were still very different people. His obsessions were not her own, and she had autonomy stamped on her DNA. She said “take a bath”, but what she meant was “not be subsumed by the enormity of your beliefs”.

They parted at Dulles with a lingering kiss. As enjoyable as having her accompany him would have been, having someone to come back to was even better. But the Scully he returned to several days later was different. Transformed, although still intrinsically her. Over tea she spoke, quietly and deliberately, about the unlikely path that had led her to him. He marveled at the parallel and meandering journeys two dissimilar people could take to a place where the only answer to the existential “why?” was each other.

She fell asleep, trusting and emptied of doubt, and he covered her and retired to his bedroom. Once a symbol of the comfort he felt unworthy of, his bed now lay patiently awaiting the conclusion of their story. He would never feel deserving of Scully, any more than a wave was deserving of the shore. She was the only journey’s end that he could imagine, the only one he’d ever know. She was the porch light to his roaming soul.

Content in that knowledge, he drifted just beyond consciousness. Soft feet padded to the edge of his dream. He opened his eyes to find Scully standing beside his bed, a corona from the soft glow of the living room haloing her perfect, naked form. His skin crackled under a wash of adrenaline.

“It feels like the right time to do this the right way,” she whispered, touching his warm cheek.

“Yes.” And he lifted the sheets and welcomed her in.

Love is a mirror that reflects what it finds. When it’s right - fated, enduring - it radiates the light it sees outward into infinity, like the stars.

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violetsforkino · 5 years

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v live ☾ 181208 ( translated by huiiiiing )

you can watch his broadcast here

kino said recently he wrote a song that hui recorded a guide for... and he said the song is for universe. he thought of universe while writing it. something like, “we were really happy then right? just like that time, shall we dance again?”

he said he’s been writing 3 songs with hui recently. 1 is completed, 1 is still in the making, and the last one is put on hold because it’s a bit hard.

what kino did today:

dance > arranging > composing > ate > did cue sheet for japan concert with hui > went back to dorm > back for vlive

( translated by withyeo )

kino said that his most favorite genre to listen to is r&b. other than that he also listens to hip hop a lot. he said that since 2 years ago (?) he's also been listening to jazz a lot, and since a few months ago he listens to rock a lot too.

kino talked about jinho posting a cover of 'shallow' a bit, and then talked about a star is born. he said that the movie is really good. he also mentioned bohemian rhapsody. he likes both movies.

kino said that he likes songs with good lyrics so he recommended the carpenters 'close to you' because he likes the lyrics of the song

kino said that he really likes christmas. he said that it's a dream-like day. he said that christmas is one of the days that he looks forward to the most. he's also been listening to carols a lot these days.

kino's recommended movies: midnight in paris, rebel in the rye, bohemian rhapsody, a star is born , you don't mess with the zohan, yves saint laurent, my tomorrow your yesterday, momento, inception

kino talked about happiness. he said that he's on the road of finding happiness and how to become even happier. he said it's not that he's unhappy now, but he wants to become happier in the future.

kino: i hope you have a day filled with joy. the same goes for universe, but these days i've been searching for real happiness. of course, i'm living a happy life that i'm thankful for, but these days i've been thinking a lot about happiness, and i'm working hard to become happier. certainly, i'm really happy now but because i want to be happier. i think about what is happiness for real. during this month, i've finished up to 4 songs, and 3 of them are about happiness. earlier, the song that hui hyung did the guide, that song was written for universe. i'm working hard to become happier, so there's this thing that makes me happier. for me it's fine if i'm not happy all the time. of course, there are times when you're having a hard time and sick and tired, but you get more happiness by overcoming it. these days, happiness is good.

these clothes [i'm wearing] were gifted to me by shinwon hyung. he sometimes gives clothes to me as a present. they're clothes that'd suit me more than him or ones that i'd like. he gave me a lot. i've worn his clothes a lot since long time ago. jackets. he also gave me pants.

the weather is cold. 'the weather is really cold right?' i miss you so much. 'be careful of the cold everyone. i miss you too.' it's going so fast. 'hing, you're so pretty. you don't know how beautiful you are, right? you're so lovely, i'm dying.' you can't die.

( translated by letsgohui )

songs recommended by kino #1: needs (ft. mac ayres) - zach berro #2: midnight blues - oenn #3: magic by. sekai no owari #4: shallow (a star is born) by. lady gaga, bradley cooper #5: cosmic, album by. bazzi #6: close to you by. carpenters #7: meri kuri by. boa #8: dead! by. my chemical romance #9: sincerity is scary by. the 1975 #10: mine by. the 1975 #11: it's not living by. the 1975 #12: give yourself a try by. the 1975 #13: tootimetootimetootime by. the 1975 #14. runaway by. kanye west #15. all of queen's songs #16: 옛날거 (used) by. 기리보이 (giriboy) #17. sicko mode ft. drake by. travis scott #18. come thru by. joji #19: attention by. joji #20: paranoid by. lauv

movies recommended by kino #1: yves saint laurent #2: bohemian rhapsody #3: a star is born #4: you don't mess with the zohan #5: my tomorrow, your yesterday #6: memento #7: inception #8: rebel in the rye #9: midnight in paris

kino: shinwon hyung gifts me clothes from time to time... hyung bought it but... clothes that suit me better than hyung or... or... that kind of clothes... or clothes that i would like, he really gives me a lot of those. other than this, he also gave me another expensive shirt with printing... i think i used to wear a lot of hyung's clothes last time. like jacket... he also gave me pants. it was gray pants... but anyway...

kino read a comment "i love you." yes, me too... i haven't said, "i love you" in a long time. i'm always loving universe.

kino: to me... last time, when i'm asked what's my number 1 treasure, i would be like, "ah! they're all precious to me." but ever since i started composing, i think my recording equipment have become [my] number 1 treasure. together with my hard disk. for a few years, really... even though i did dance and singing for a few years, my body's an instrument. but these... i can live if all these disappear. i don't know what i'm saying but anyway... yes, so this is my work studio which has become my number 1 treasure.

kino: being a singer that's good at performing is actually my dream. it's still a dream for me. and so, now, i/we worry/think a lot about our performances. what would make [the audience] want to come back the next round? even though i don't have much experience, but in the 2 years that i've performed in front of everyone, the things that i've felt, as well as the times when universe reacted well [to something]... we can feel it with our bodies. we remember those times and for the next cue sheet that we'll work on we'll think about it a little more. but then, for this round's cue sheet... i don't think we've worried too much about it. [because] before that, obviously, if we focused more on the quality of the performances, then the performances this round would, of course, different/unique performances, really... for those who have come the last round, [for them to think], "oh? i came the last round but it's so different this round. it was so fun" or... the next... no, even for the people who are seeing our performances for the first time, "wow, pentagon's performances are really interesting", in order to make fun performances so that it would be interesting enough for people to share it with their friends, not just this round's but also for future performances... we have been paying much attention to these areas. they are really important things but i've been missing this out. so when we were reviewing the cue sheet again, we... the choreography, things that we need to prepare, and the things that we have to prepare again for the future, and the new things that we need to make... and, for example, either a remix or there's also areas where we rearranged the song... yes.

kino: kino shared how he ended up eating alone. hui said he's already eaten. kino also called jinho but jinho said he ate a late lunch after waking up late. wooseok ate with shinwon. after making rounds of calls, he thought that he should just eat alone so he ordered curry.

kino said he's been listening to a variety of songs recently. he said even though he isn't sure and isn't able to objectively judge how much his songs are able to connect with people, while working on good music, he still wants to let people hear lots (a variety) from him. he said although he may not be able to pull off that many music [styles] at this moment, if he does [music] consistently, someday he thinks he would be able to let us hear variety of music. so he's been thinking about such stuff lately... just the day before yesterday, #kino thought to himself... next time, when he gets a chance to perform, he wishes to do a big scale one - in a concert format that's never been done before. the title of it is, "sense of reality." kino said he likes to [imagine] about these things; for example, he wants to bring ideas onto the set, like from a fairytale chapter and with music of that vibe... and to also share stories about reality vs. ideal. and the chapter after... about the future, and the last performance, he would like to do something related to art.

kino: i've listened to r&b for almost my whole life. hip-hop and r&b are [genres] that cannot be separated. i think i've listened to hip-hop and r&b for all my life. and recently... since about 2 years ago i liked jazz. jazz... i listen a lot to jazz. recently... recently, about 6 or 8 months? around the time when 'aquatic talks' was out, i thought a lot about reggae. i'm also listening to a lot to rock. there are many genres to rock as well.so, i listen to rock too. i also listen to bossa. hmmm. i also listen to disney music. edm... honestly... i think it's still not very close to me. but someday... even though there are many good edm music, it's still a little difficult for me to [embrace] it.

kino said he used to play starcraft a lot with his dad. kino and hui were both saying that their fathers were really good at the game. kino said he really liked starcraft when he was in elementary school.

kino: to be honest, other than the ones that i find myself or receive recommendations from people around me, fans do recommend a lot in reality. [fans] recommend a lot of books, and if they [share about] what movie they've watched and what was interesting, i capture everything and later on when i have to select a movie, book or song... i have a folder that consolidates everything that our fans recommend. i go through it like this and would be like, "oh! i should read this book today.", "oh! i should watch this movie today.", "i should listen to this music today." i receive lots of recommendations [from fans], thankfully, so i think my range's expanded and i think it's fun and nice to share [such stuff].

#pentagon #kino #translation #181208 #v app #important #happiness #family

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profsusiri · 3 years

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I took on my first Lego creation, said Holly. And it’s a lot like being in college, said the student.

H: A Lego Elves Clubhouse. This is so exciting. Wait. This is overwhelming. All these bags! All these Lego pieces! And so many are TINY! What? The kit I bought has 1,197 pieces. What was I thinking? I hated doing 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzles and gave them away so I wouldn’t have to look failure in the face anymore. What makes me think this Lego kit will be any different? OMG. I’m going to disappoint my grandchildren.

S: Five classes. All these textbooks and different rules! I have eight different assignments all due by Monday. I’m never going to be able to keep this all straight. I can’t even remember which professor is for which class. OMG I just sent my COMP I draft to my math professor. Maybe I should walk away now before I’m totally humiliated. I’m so disappointed in myself.

(It’s always most overwhelming in the first weeks of a class and at the end of the semester when you have final papers and projects due. Know this and try to just <breathe> through it knowing the feeling of being overwhelmed passes as you settle into a routine.)

H: It pays to be organized. Maybe I’ll be able to manage this Lego build better if I look at the Lego books (oh, there’s pictures! Hallelujah!) and get a feel for how this works. Ok, so I need a plan. I’ll open the bags and the sort all the pieces by color. It feels good to be getting organized.

S: I won’t be able to stay on top of all this school work if I’m not organized. I think I need a notebook for each class (not one binder for five classes). I think I’ll print out each syllabus and put it in a class binder. I should probably read each syllabus. Hmmm. Every one has a schedule of assignments. WAIT! I’ll get a planner. Then I can look at each syllabus and put the work in the planner for the week ahead. It’s a start. I feel a little better.

(It doesn’t matter if you’ve never felt disorganized in your life or if you’ve never used a planner. There is no way you can keep all the assignments straight without a system. This isn’t failure: it’s adapting to the new environment.)

H: Holy moly, I’m slow. I look at the picture in the Lego book and then back at the pieces in my hand and then back at the picture. I rotate the piece, and a few times, I rotate the book (that does NOT help). A neuron finally fires in my brain and I see how my pieces need to be stacked to match the illustration. Ok, I’m getting it now. Slowly, but I’m starting to get it.

S: This homework is going to take me fooorrrrevvvverrrr (you have to see The Sandlot to appreciate this). I have to go on Blackboard. How the heck do I sign on again? Ok, how does this professor organize the class? I’m clicking all over the place and have no idea what I’m doing. Weekly assignments folder. Got it.

(You’re going to need to experiment, practice, make mistakes and adjust. The people who succeed are the ones who keep working at it.)

H: I don’t always understand what the Lego book is telling me. Yes, it’s pictures but I don’t read this way. I get it when it has a 2x under a Lego piece or a 4x that it means but I’m just not understanding some of these illustrations. This piano’s pieces do NOT fit together. No way. How can I figure this out? I know. I’ll call someone who is experienced with this. “Hi Connor. It’s Nana. Do you have a minute?”

S: I see the Discussion Board. How do I post on this? I want to know my grades. Is there even a way to do that? No one in my family has gone to college so I have no idea who to ask this stuff. Hmmm. I saw a sign for the Student Success Center. I can stop there tomorrow. I think I saw a post online that said the librarians are available online for help. I’m going to do that now. I have to get a couple of books for my paper and I have no idea how to do that. But there’s plenty of help for me.

(And the help is FREE! If you’re not sure where to get help, start by asking your professors.)

H: I so badly want to build this whole Elves Clubhouse today (who even knew that the Elves have their own clubhouse, by the way?) but it’s not gonna happen. I am going to have to learn to be patient with this. Instead of wishing I could see it all finished, I think I’ll just be happy to finish all the steps for the #1 bags. Rome wasn’t built in a day. My Christmas Elves Clubhouse won’t be either.

S: I might have to adjust my expectations. The work for each class is taking way longer than I expected. I might have to cut down how many classes I’m taking or maybe I’m going to have to adjust my hours at work. I’m positive I’m not going to be able to play GTA the way I have been. But hey, it’s not forever. It’s for 15 weeks. I can do anything if it’s time-limited.

H: I’m making progress but it’s slow. I’ve made some mistakes. It’s time to get more help. Connor’s only in third grade but he’s a good tutor. He shows me the tricks I need to know to understand the book better. That orange piece I thought was going to be part of a sled? Connor tells me gently that it’s a tool. Then he shows me how to use it. Who knew? No more breaking fingernails trying to pull Lego pieces apart. Yay for grandchildren!

S: My professor just told me that I can go online and sign up for tutoring. And it’s free! The tutors are often students who’ve taken my class and did well in it. Their professor had to recommend them. It would be such a waste to not take advantage of this.

And so it goes, my friends. I’ll be sure to post a picture of my Lego Elves Clubhouse once it’s finally done. You, though, my students, will have more than a photo to show for your efforts. One class after another, one semester after another, you’ll have a degree. And one thing no one can ever take from you is an education. It’s yours. Forever.

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andrewdburton · 3 years

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Three Months of Slacking

Unsuccessfully but Refreshingly trying to climb the local waterfall

“MMM, are you still alive?” – somebody on Twitter

Holy Shit! I just realized that the last time I wrote a blog post for you was on April 18th, and now it’s late July. That’s an entire quarter of a year that I have let this wonderful, golden field of interesting opportunities and people sit untended.

How could Mr. Money Mustache, a reliable stalwart of bossy financial advice since 2011 and usually good for at least one post per month, have drifted so far from his original dedication? It’s a question that earnest fans have been asking, and that I have even started asking myself.

When you break out of any habit, it can be hard to get back into it: the psychological barriers start to stack up and the pressure rises and you find yourself waiting for more and more unattainably perfect conditions that, surprise surprise, never really come.

If it’s a workout habit that you have broken, you might tell yourself,

“Oh, I just need to get over this injury or this cold.. And then my Mom is visiting next week but after that I’ll be ready to get back to the gym.“

With my blog-writing hobby I make excuses like,

“Oh, now that it has been so long, I have to wait until I have something really interesting or worthwhile to say. And yeah okay, maybe I have a few articles like that in the drafts folder, but those ones take a lot of thinking and focus to write, so I’d better wait until I am feeling really smart and focused to crack into that subject.”

But in both cases, the correct solution is just to say,

“Fuck it. I am going to just do something towards my goal, no matter how tiny.”

To get back in shape, you just need to start with at least a few pushups, which you can do right now on the floor of your office or kitchen. To resurrect the MMM Blog, Mustache just has to type some shit into the computer, and heck, why not just an easy breezy article telling you about some of the interesting things I’ve been doing in lieu of blogging?

Some stories from a real life of early retirement, which may be more relevant than plain old financial analysis and reader case studies anyway. And once we’re all caught up in life, maybe it’ll be easier to keep in touch on a more regular basis henceforth.

So in fairly rapidfire format, here’s what I’ve been up to this spring and summer:

1) Renovating The Shit Out of Our New Two-House Compound

We found the previous shower had been leaking for years and creating the most interesting scene of decay. We tore out and rebuilt the whole area, and cut in a nice window for good measure.

You may recall that back in January, I teamed up with a friend to buy the house next door, with cash, at a below-market price. Once she moved in, we realized that it needed even more renovations than we originally planned. So I’ve had a joyful time tearing down walls, framing in new windows and doors, reworking the floorplan and changing the wall surfaces, as well as fixing the shoddy plumbing and electrical work that was found along the way.

On my own house right next door, I’ve been going just a bit wild with metalworking, making all sorts of fences and decks and even a “Juliet Balcony” which features a fireman pole allowing me to slide quickly down from my master bedroom to the ground where we have a shared hot tub between our properties – in case of Hot Tub Emergencies, of course.

Cutting a giant hole in the back of my house (in February!), adding a sliding door where there was previously only a silly little shitty window, then many fun, casual days of metalworking. The last pic is my side deck, which I built mostly out of wood but also features lots of metal and a fun little outdoor kitchen including coffee machine and induction cooktop!

2) Working on a Pretty Big Documentary Project

Hmmm.. something seems different about the HQ kitchen.

I have said for years that I would never do it, but somehow a very persuasive filmmaker who has made some documentaries that I really respect, roped me into helping out with a probably-pretty-big documentary.

I did a casting call in March and found a couple that I am now coaching and working with throughout 2021. The film company doesn’t want me to talk about it much until they are ready to announce it, but suffice it to say that it is taking a lot of my time and energy, which comes out of what would otherwise be my blog-writing time budget.

However, this is the good kind of hardship – forcing me to experience things I wouldn’t otherwise get to do, and the end result will be reaching a lot more people than I could by just writing on this website alone. My fingers are crossed that it will come out the way I hope!

3) Switching 120,000 Underserved MMM Email Subscribers over for Better Newsletters

Easier signups, and better eventual emails.

Since the beginning, I’ve mostly ignored the fact that I sorta have a list of email subscribers, with predictable lackluster results. People were able to subscribe and unsubscribe themselves automatically, and the only thing it got them was an automated mailing of any new blog articles on the day that I posted them. The emails were poorly formatted, people who had non-gmail addresses often had trouble subscribing, and many probably wondered why I couldn’t make it work better.

Thankfully, a mini-crisis happened that has forced me to do the work to solve this problem, at last: Google announced that they were shutting down the aging Feedburner email service, so all of the old-school bloggers like me who were still using it were forced to migrate to a more modern platform.

I did some research, and in the end I decided to go with a higher-end option called ConvertKit, which is one of the most popular email services. It can do a lot more cool stuff, and I have taken advantage of this to create an automated (and free of course) “MMM Boot Camp” email series that people can sign up for.

It’s just a curated feed of some of my most useful articles (about 35 out of the 500), which automatically go out to people once per week until they have graduated, so you’d think it would be pretty easy for me to create this.

But as I read through my old stuff, of course I realized that much of it was crappy and outdated so I ended up partially rewriting every one of those 35 posts as I went through, which took some time. The good news is, the updated versions are here on the website as well, so the work should benefit anyone who happens to read them in the future.

4) Having lots of Fun Times (and Hard Times) In Real Life

Just another cool sunset/storm in my back yard, taken during the traditional Evening Walk.

I’ve had a series of wonderful visitors who came and stayed at my house, sometimes for a week or more. Friends and I have hosted some big events at the HQ Coworking space, which left me both energized and drained at the same time. Then I got Strep Throat in mid-July, which knocked me out for the count for a full week or more – even well after the antibiotics worked their magic, I have still been having some ups and downs with energy.

And then of course there’s the heat – I am always more energetic in cool weather (The typical 50 degree sunny days of a Colorado winter are some of my favorite for outdoor work in t-shirt and jeans). So the summer season here is always a challenge for me, with an endless procession of cloudless 95 degree desert days making me resent the very Sun I normally worship so much. I’ve been taking refuge indoor more than I should, hiding in my air conditioned house and making excuses and accomplishing less because of it. At least this has led me to the keyboard today, to write this blog post.

5) “Cutting the Pipe” at HQ and Installing a Giant Fancy Heat Pump system.

I had fun working alongside my co-owner Mr. 1500 for this work. Everything was easy about this install … except rebuilding some of the filthy century-old ductwork we found once we took out the old furnace.

Since I first bought the building in 2017, the MMM-HQ coworking space has been limping along with a clunky decades-old gas furnace, a gas water heater that was about 20 years overdue to spring a leak, no central air conditioning at all, and very high utility bills due to the way our local gas company charges commercial customers.

When you combine these irritants and contrast them with the fact that we happen to have a glorious solar electric array on the rooftop that makes a surplus of power, you can see why I would be itching to tear out all the gas appliances, cancel the service account permanently, and install all-electric replacements that are more efficient and will also save an estimated shit-ton of money each year.

I’ll save the full details of this for my very next blog article, but as a spoiler: we found and successfully installed a unit that should be able to cool and heat our building year-round, is very DIY-friendly, and cost only about $4000 to buy. It should prove to be a great annual return on investment, and I am excited to start installing these things on all of my properties and those of any friends who are doing upgrades.

And with that, I’d say we are all caught up.

In the comments: what have YOU been up to these past 3 months? And what subjects do you think we should be covering here on MMM in the next three?

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infinite-bag-of-boys · 6 years

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(First off, apologies if this is like 3 million years late, bc good ol tumble likes eating my messages :’D)

I use Painttool Sai for nearly everything, and Gimp just for scaling and rotating (bc Sai doesn’t have an option to scale things without interpolation, so it makes everything blurry) and exporting all the individual frames to a gif when i’m done! Sai is TOTALLY not designed for pixel art honestly, but I stick with it just cuz I’m already familiar with it and I’m too lazy to learn how to use/download a better pixel art program 😅

As for tips, hmmm - I’m not an expert by any means but this is what I find useful! (esp working with Sai)

A bajillion layers - I usually have one background layer, then a folder for each moving element. E.g. a folder for blinking stars, with 3 different frames that I’ll repeat over and over. A folder for Taako, with 6 different frames of his hair fwhooping in the wind. The number of repeating frames for each element needs to divide evenly into the total number of frames for it to loop evenly (i.e. I could have 12 or 18 or 24 total, bc both the stars and Taako would loop evenly). I usually end up with like 24-36 frames and 100ish layers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whoops im a mess !

The patience of a goddamn saint - I do pixel animation in the worst way possible, i.e. by drawing a few key layers for each element, copy-and-pasting them to form in between layers and editing/moving them as need be, then exporting each frame as a PNG. It is painstaking and awful, and every loved one of mine who has watched me doing it has expressed concern for my wellbeing, but it’s kind of meditative in a weird way lmao! (And also the reason why I haven’t produced any pixel art recently, bc with college in session i no longer have hours upon hours to while away movin pixels.)

Figuring out your colors first - ok, some actual advice that will hopefully be useful even if you’re not a masochistic Sai goblin like me. I always start off with an idea of what environment/what idea i want the colors to convey, then paint a super rough sketch of the whole thing just to figure out the composition. Then tweak the colors till I’m happy with it, save my color palette in a different file, and neaten up that messy sketch until it eventually becomes my BG layer.

Don’t use the airbrush tool! - I’m always tempted to use the airbrush tool to add some extra shading, but since gifs only allow a palette of so many colors (as I understand it), any gradient/airbrush shading will be automatically DITHERED you export it to a gif. This gives it a kind of crunchy look I really don’t like, personally:

That’s why, in my later gifs, I tried to do more cell shading - i.e. where you pick a restricted palette to start with, and don’t blend any of the colors together.

(Here’s a clearer example of the difference between dithering and cell shading:)

If you do want some smoother shading though, you can do the dithering manually - which seems nearly always to work out nicer than just letting the art program do it automatically when you export to a gif. That way you can pick your own palette of colors and choose what dithering pattern you want to use, depending on the texture of the surface.

Most good pixel art seems to use a combination of cell shading and dithering, like the gif below.

OK UHH to conclude this super-long post:

Sources for images above: X X X (Couldn’t find the source of the last one to save my life, bloody Pinterest >://)

Mini Pixel Art Tutorials (very useful and cute)

Lots of art I was inspired by composition- or pixel-wise: X X X X X

#i always make super long posts i apologize #also that Story and Song final pixel is on the way i swear smh my professors are just trying to kill me #asks #anon #bobbytriesatlife

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mayyatan · 7 years

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I received a message about the maya’s birthday live pictures and this is the progress (it’s hard to stay productive being a lazy ass like me). They’re scanned but not ready to be posted, some photoshop work have to be done one by one so please wait a little bit for my upload.

However about this set of photos, there should be 40 scannable photos from the folder set (4) & postcard set (36) in total, but their way of selling those 36 postcards are just so…I don’t know how to say it nicely but to be honest as a customer it’s just so ridiculous I HATED IT. First, you have to pay 1000yen to do a lucky draw once, and each draw you randomly get 1 of 5 different prizes, from the grand prize a giant maya banner thingy, acrylic plastic figurines, jumbo uchiwa fan, the folder set mentioned above to a pack of 3 postcards packed randomly. That means even if you pay enough money and have enough luck to get 12 packs of postcards you still have (big) chances to NOT completing the whole set. I paid more than 20k yen and still no luck on getting more than 21 of them with duplicated cards. Even after a day of purchasing and exchanging cards with other teamers on twitter I still only have 23 of the whole 36 set. I tried my best on collecting them but there’s a limit for me and my bank account.

I’m not even angry or blaming LM.C saying that they’re money thirsty or shit like that but as a oversea teamer always trying to see them in Japan more often with limited budget and loving their printed goods I just feel kind of sad about how thy sell those postcards…Well I know it needs hell a lotta money to keep the whole LM.C runnin’ but I would be happier to get the whole 36 cards at a certain price (I don’t mind if it’s expensive) instead of throwing my money into the lucky draw hole…:/

And another thing why I’ve been this late posting the photo set is that recently I gone through some events and I feel that It’s not fair for the others that I easily share pictures the others have to pay for the FC membership to see. Long story short, if some pictures are FC restricted or related, like goods from a FC limited live, I’m basically not allowed to share them online, they’ve a rule about this. But i’ve done it quite a few times in this blog, people loved them but now I just ask myself should I continue to post them or not? The answer is clearly no but…but….hmmm…maybe this is the last time? I need some more time to figure this out by myself. The photos are still going to be posted later so please wait :)

#lm.c

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movieexpert1978 · 7 years

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@dizzyhead Story request: Alan from Carnage seduces a babysitter, but he's NOT a gross predator, and she's at least 18.

Just so everyone knows I never write underage sex so there is no gross predator stuff happening in any smut stories EVER!!! Elisa is in college and even though it’s not mentioned in this story she’s 24. :)

Alan from Carnage is not my character.

Alan sighed quietly as he watched Zach’s nanny gather her things. Elisa acted more like a tutor than a nanny as she was usually helping him with his homework by the time he got back from work. Nancy was in the process of moving out as she got a promotion. She was also moving out cause she handed him divorce papers. He was upset about it, but at the same time he knew it was a long time coming given how often Nancy complained about how busy he was. It was his job, he was a lawyer after all. He wasn’t going to fight or argue about it, but he would make sure to make time for Zach because he still loved his son very much.

“How’s work going?” Elisa asked.

“Fine, the usual. Someone screws up and wants a lawyer.” He grumbled making her laugh.

“It keeps you working though right?” She added and he only nodded.

“How’s school going?”

“Awful, I’ve got so much stuff to do.” She sighed. “It’s project after project and I’ve got this paper that has to be done by the end of semester. We’re at the halfway point, but it’s just…yuck.” She sighed.

“Is this your last sememter?”

“No, this is my last year though. I graduate in May.”

“Oh good for you.” He nodded. “Well if you ever need any help with anything, just let me know.” He added.

“Thanks Alan.” She smiled. They said their goodbyes and he closed the door, slumping across it another sigh.

“Stop it.” He hissed slapping his crotch.

Xxxxxxxxx

Alan was heading home when he got a phone call from Elisa.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Alan.” She answered, he noted she sounded nervous.

“Hello Elisa, is everything alright?” He asked.

“I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”

“Of course.”

“I know Zach won’t be home this weekend, but I was wondering if I could come over so I could do some of my homework?” She asked.

“Oh sure that’s fine.” He answered. It wasn’t a big deal, at least he hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Oh thank you so much. I just need a place of quiet for a few hours. I promise I won’t be long.” She said very thankful.

“Oh it’s alright. I went to law school. I know homework sucks.” He chuckled.

“Thanks Alan, I’ll be there tomorrow morning around eleven or so is that ok?”

“Oh yeah sure, I won’t be home so just use your key.”

“Ok thanks again so much Alan.”

“You’re very welcome Elisa.”

Saturday came around and Alan was working, but it didn’t take as long as he thought it would. He decided to get some lunch for him and Elisa before he returned to his apartment. He found her typing away with a bunch of papers spread across the coffee table with a water glass off to the sound.

“How’s the paper coming?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

“This is a different one. I’m taking an online English course and we have to read these books and make posts about them on our class website. I did a whole bunch of reading today and I’ve been typing away ever since.” She explained.

“I got some lunch.” He said holding up the bag.

“Oh thanks Alan.” She said putting her computer aside and gathering her papers. Alan moved out of the way as she gathered herself up and held up an agenda. “Let’s see, that’s done, that’s done, thank god that’s done. Doing that right now.” She muttered to herself. She put the papers away and shoved some folders into her backpack to make room for Alan. He took suit jacket off and hung it up on a chair before he sat down. She made some last minute touches on her computer before she shut it and put it aside.

“Looks like you got a lot done.” He noted handed her the food.

“Yes I’m so happy. I’ll have Sunday all to myself.” She sighed before she started eating. “How’s the…divorce stuff going?” She asked cautiously.

“It’s hard, but smoothly I guess.” He shrugged. “It’s still a bit odd being home alone at times.” He shrugged.

“Sorry, I know divorces are messy. Mine spilt when I was eight, been bickering at each other ever since.” She shrugged.

“Oh that’s awful.” He said sympathetically.

“It is what it is I guess.” She shrugged again as she finished her food.

“Hungry much?” He teased.

“Sorry, I didn’t eat much today.” She blushed. Alan laughed and grabbed her water glass and refilled it for her. “Oh thanks.” She said taking it.

“Got any plans for the evening?” He asked.

“Oh, no not really. I’m boring.�� She laughed.

“I don’t think you’re boring.” He insisted.

“Thank you Alan.” She blushed. She went to her computer and finished up her little post as Alan boldly sat down next to her and looked over her. He had his chance now. Things could either go well or go badly now. She finished her work, saved it and turned her computer off, unplugging it. When she turned around she froze when she saw that Alan was so close. “Uuuuhh…Alan…” She whispered nervously. He didn’t stop as he went in and kissed her. She didn’t push him back, but she surrendered into his embrace and the kiss deepened. She couldn’t believe how excited she was when he pulled away.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

They hurried over and started kissing all over again. They both knew it wasn’t love. It was a friends with benefits deal. It was a simple want and they both were ok with it. They kept kissing as they undressed each other, moaning and sighing as they were grinding against each other. Elisa had her shirt and bra off with Alan having his shirt off as his mouth went to her breasts. She sighed and ran her hands through his short hair as he kept kissing her skin. His hands went lower and worked on her jeans. She helped him tug them off before he started kissing her furiously again. She groaned breaking the kiss when his fingers started rubbing her under her panties.

“Alan-aahhhh!” She cried out when his fingers were inside her and moving. It had been with awhile for both of them, but Alan knew to be careful. With his fingers going he went lower and pulled her panties down a bit more. She gently tugged him away so she could take them off and his mouth was licking up all he could. She gasped and squirmed under him as his tongue worked wonders on her. “Ooooh…that’s….so good!” She groaned trying to get the words out. It made him work even hard with a grip on her hips. She was starting to whimper as he was bringing her closer and closer to the edge already. Oral was her favorite part of foreplay after all. His tongue kept moving and she kept squirming slightly. It didn’t take long before she cried out as he made her cum. Alan groaned as he licked up all he could before he pulled away. She sat up and looked at him as he started working on his belt. She scurried over to him and helped him undress. He groaned when Elisa took him into her mouth. She moved gently up and down his shaft using her tongue to get him even more excited. He pulled her away after a few moments and helped her back onto the bed with a kiss.

“Hey Alan?” She asked nervously.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you have a condom?” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out one. He gave her a quick kiss before he tore it open and put it on. “Thank you.” She blushed.

“It’s no problem, I’m not a teenager trying to make excuses not to use one.” He smirked. She giggled as he leaned over her again and kissed her. She felt him tease her for a moment as she moaned into his mouth, before he thrusted inside her. She groaned as he kept still waiting for her to adjust. It took a little while, but she looked up at him and nodded for him to move. He started thrust and they both started to pant as their hands wondered over each other. “You should come by more often.” He sighed as he moved.

“As long as I…get my homework…done first.” She got out. He chuckled as he kissed and licked at her skin. She squeaked when Alan suddenly picked her up and held her into his lap. She gasped and buried her face into his shoulder as he kept thrusting. She whimpered as he hit the right spot over and over again. She sobbed as she had another orgasm, but Alan didn’t stop. He went faster and she was shaking hard as he added more pleasure. The bed was shaking slightly because of them, but neither one of them cared as they held each other. Alan was grunting hard now so close to his own release. Elisa kept running her hands up and down his chest and the extra touch felt lovely. She smiled up at him and managed to kiss his neck before he grunted as he came.

“Oooh shit.” He hissed, gritting his teeth. He slumped against her breathing hard and his skin hot and moist. When he recovered he gently kissed Elisa’s neck before getting up. He helped her clean up as he put his boxers back on. “You can stay for a while if you’d like. You know maybe take a nap, have some dinner.” He winked.

“A nap sounds lovely Alan.” She said crawling under the covers. He wrapped his arm around her as they laid down.

“You know…I’d never thought I’d seduce the babysitter.” He teased.

“Alan…you’re an asshole.” Elisa grumbled. He laughed as he pulled her in a little closer.

“Whatever.”

#christoph waltz #carnage #seduced the babysitter #fanfiction #request

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