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Psychomanteum / Chapter 11

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC (2nd POV)

Chapter 11: Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings

Chapter Summary: The first day in LA is a mixed bag.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 11.8k+

Content / Warnings: alternating pov, insecurities, mirror, angst, fluff, acting career things idk, video call, awkward/nervous speech patterns, toxic mother/family of origin issues, food/eating/hunger, argument, mentions of: infidelity, addiction, death, and infertility, crying, comfort sex, dirty talk, eating ass, oral sex (both r) face fucking, deep throating, squirting, anal play and sex, impact play, hair pulling, maybe a hint of degradation

Notes: Chapter title from "Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings" by Father John Misty. Oooo a new banner, who is she?! I apologize for how long this is, it really got outta hand. Thank you for reading!!!

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“Holy shit, Dee,” you breathe, squinting as your eyes adjust from the darkness of the garage to the bright, open home. 

Dieter walks ahead of you, tossing his keys and sunglasses on a glass console table, kicking his shoes off onto the gleaming hardwood floor. Each noise seems amplified in the jarring silence. 

It smells like lemon pine-sol, and, based on how uncharacteristically spotless everything appears, you guess that he has someone come in and clean while he’s away. 

“It’s–I mean, wow–” you stammer, shaking your head as you examine your surroundings. 

The vaulted ceiling’s stained teak backbone stretches from one end of the house to the other, rafters extending from the beam like wooden ribs. On one side of you lies a dining room and kitchen, on the other, a living room and patio entrance. Light pours in through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows like giant frames showcasing the greenery of the patio, all lush with palm fronds and waxy-leaved bushes. 

The home’s décor is quintessential Dieter. 

Eclectic. Moody. Maximalist. 

Jewel- and earth-toned furniture, in all different finishes and fabrics, fill the open floor plan. The white walls are cluttered by art, a hodgepodge of creations. Prints and acrylic paintings and black ink illustrations, including some of Dieter’s originals. Plants are scattered around, next to windows and on tables, thriving in their glazed ceramic pots. 

Your fingers twitch, longing to experience every texture this buffet of materials has to offer. You feel yourself getting a little moon-eyed as you marvel at the place he calls home. It’s surreal.

And, if you’re being honest, daunting. 

When Dieter spends time with you in your domain, you feel you know him at his core. A loveable, chaotic, free spirit, who busies himself sketching and “taste testing” while you bake. Which mostly just means he eats cookies off the cooling rack when he thinks you’re not looking, but sometimes he draws pictures of you while he does it. 

You know him as someone who watches shitty TV and shittier movies with you just so you can make fun of them together, someone who theorizes out-loud about existentialism and Garfield in the same breath, who wraps himself around you when you sleep because, even when he’s dreaming, he wants your skin clinging to his. 

You don’t know him as Dieter Bravo, Academy Award Winning Actor. 

No. 

To you, he’s Dee. The man you fell in love with so haphazardly, it sometimes makes you question your own sanity. 

The existence of this other part of his life, with film sets and photoshoots and interviews and stylists and red carpet premieres, all these stringent show pony requirements, so paradoxical to the person you know and love… It makes you uneasy. 

Is he different when he’s here? 

Is Dieter Bravo, Hollywood Movie Star, the same man as Dee, Bubble Bath Connoisseur?

It’s something you’ve largely been able to ignore. 

But, since you’re being honest, you can admit that the disparities between his life and yours make your skin crawl sometimes. 

Like right now, when you’re standing here in the entryway of his gorgeous home, whose property value is probably greater than your lifetime’s gross income, holding the handle of your ratty old carry-on suitcase. Your piece of shit suitcase, with its broken zipper, and this big tear in the side.  

Which, really, has never bothered you before. It’s a goddamn suitcase. It holds things from point a to point b, and this works just fine. 

But Dieter has this ridiculous fucking suitcase with a heavy-duty metallic shell, and 360-degree wheels that glide effortlessly through airports, and a fucking phone charger. A fucking phone charger in a suitcase, seriously?

It’s just so… exactly how you fucking feel standing next to him sometimes. 

And, as if to prove your point, when you release the handle of your piece of shit carry-on, it topples over sideways against his space-age phone charger on wheels. 

All you can do is sigh. Stare at luggage. Try to ignore the voice that bombards your thoughts, telling you he’s obviously out of your league. 

Sneering at you, saying, “Get real, this fucking guy is way too rich to be humoring you.”

Saying, “Louella Rose, once he knows you’re trash, he’ll be gone for good, I can tell you that much.”

“Want me to show you around?” Dieter asks, the low timbre of his voice a butter knife cutting through the thick fog of your thoughts. He steps closer and plants his wide palm on the small of your back. 

You turn to him with a smile you know is flaccid, but nod, “Lead the way.” 

He studies you for a moment, dark eyes darting around your face, no doubt sensing the apprehension you can’t shake, and proves your suspicion true when he asks, “What’s wrong?”

Your throat tightens and you drop your gaze to the colorful entryway rug beneath your feet, shaking your head as you admit, “I—I don’t know. I’m… kind of freaking out, I think,” your voice cracks, and words start to tumble from your mouth, “I just keep thinking that I don’t belong here, like I’m too fucking poor to be doing this, I mean, to be here, and-and I’m so fucking nervous that I’m gonna fuck this up somehow—”

“Hey, come on,” Dieter coos, one hand settling at your waist, the other brushing against your cheek, “Look at me, Lua.”

You do. 

His eyes bore into yours, unblinking and sincere, “It’s gonna be ok. I promise.”

Your brows press together and you swallow hard, then nod. 

“We’re gonna do this stupid interview, which you’re gonna fucking nail–”

You look away. 

He tilts your chin towards his face again, refusing to let you hide, repeating, “Which you’re gonna fucking nail. You know why?”

You just stare at him, half-expecting him to say because you have to or I won’t love you anymore, but instead, he says, “Because you are fucking amazing, Louella. You are brilliant, and gorgeous, and genuine, and hilarious, and capable of fucking anything. Ok?”

His words, so sure and earnest, soothe your inflamed sense of worthlessness. 

A burning sensation works up your throat, then spreads behind your eyes. Hot tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the back of your hand and croak, “Don’t say things like that to me, it’s too sweet and makes me cry.”

“Listen here, doll,” he cups your face and raises his eyebrows, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “I’ll compliment you as much as I goddamn please.”

You let out a wet, nasally chuckle and link your hands behind his neck, then sniffle, “Fine. I guess. If you say so.”

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbles. His thumbs work against your damp cheeks as he brings his lips to yours, gentle and soft. 

When he pulls back, he clears his throat and turns back to the vacant house, “Alright, sweet cheeks, let’s give you the official tour.”

The term of endearment makes you laugh and shake your head, “Dieter, I swear to god–” 

He grabs your hand and tugs you onward, ignoring your feigned protest. 

At the tail end of the tour, Dieter swings open the door to his spacious bedroom. You recognize the tall, chartreuse walls and the puffy white linens tucked around his bed. 

Of all the rooms in his house, including the art studio set up down the hall, this is the one that feels the most like Dee. It’s a little messy, but in a lived-in way you expect from him. Relatively no-frills. Comfortable. Homey. It smells like him, not like lemon pine-sol. 

You gravitate towards a chest of drawers that sits opposite his bed, grinning at a pile of rings, lighters, coins, and crumpled up cash. A big, rectangular mirror mounted on the wall above it catches your attention. 

All kinds of paper mementos are stuffed into the mirror’s frame. Your eyes wander along the edge, stopping to study a picture of him, much younger and more angular than he appears now, with a woman whose bright, dimpled smile matches his. 

“Is that your mom?” you ask, pointing to it. 

“Yeah,” he walks behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, tucking your shoulder under his chin, watching you through the mirror as your eyes leapfrog to each little piece of him.

A ticket stub to a Prince concert at Madison Square Garden in July 2004. 

An old polaroid of two dark-haired young boys roller skating. 

“Tomás?” 

“Mhmm.”

You tilt your head and frown, “Can I ask you something?” 

“No,” he deadpans, blinking at you through the mirror. 

“Shut up,” you snort, then ask, “Why the fuck are you named Dieter?”

He laughs at this, throwing his head back to boom at the ceiling before returning to your reflected gaze. 

“I mean, I’m sorry—It’s just so…”

“White?” he smirks. 

“Yes!” you laugh, covering your mouth, “Is that your real name?!”

“No,” he grins, then shrugs, “Well, legally it is. But my parents named me Manuel Diego Soto Flores. Diego is what everyone called me.”

“Stop it, oh my god. You are blowing my fucking mind right now,” you shake your head at the whiplash this information gives you, then pause, “Wait, why did you change it?”

“My agent suggested I use a stage name way back when. Dieter Bravo sounded cool,” he explains, and chuckles a little as he tells you, “I got in an argument with my folks about it when work started picking up, and legally changed it just to piss them off.”

“Wow,” you raise your eyebrows and laugh, “That is… truly petty.” 

“That it is,” he sighs, his smile faltering. 

“So, what am I supposed to call you? Diego? Dieter?” you smirk, meeting his gaze in the mirror. 

“Dee,” he answers, “I like Dee.”

“I can do that.”

You hold his gaze for a few moments, relishing the heat that swells in your chest, then resume your study of his artifacts, squinting to read the faded black ink of a few movie stubs lined up together: Eyes Wide Shut, Donnie Darko, The Departed, Fight Club, Whiplash, Titanic, Toy Story 3. 

Next to them, you spot a wrinkled brown paper square, etched with unruly black ink strokes into a blueberry branch. You tilt your head at it, then glance down at the blueberry branch tattooed on your forearm. 

Your eyes flick to the reflection of Dieter’s face and find him already staring at you. A question creases your forehead, and he answers with a shrug. Tingles spread across your belly. You smooth your hand against his and leave it there. 

“Look, I printed the ones from the elevator,” he chuckles, pointing to a picture of the two of you stuffed into one side of the mirror’s frame, stone-faced, black grease paint and mascara co-mingling with red lipstick, smudged all over your mouths and cheeks. Below that, the shot Dieter took a second later when you both broke, faces lit up with laughter, eyes bent up into barely visible crescents. 

“Oh my god,” you laugh, hand flying to your mouth, “Come on, we have way cuter pictures than those.”

“Those are my favorite, though,” he smiles, kisses your cheek, then tucks your shoulder back under his chin.

You shake your head and sigh, grinning as you tell him, “Fuck, I like you.”

“Yeah?” he snorts, “You think so?”

You nod, rubbing your thumb against his. 

“I like you, too,” he murmurs. 

“Thank god, or this would be really awkward,” you joke as you return your gaze to the relics framing his mirror. 

A snapshot of him, a generation younger, all gaunt and baby-faced, leaning against a high top table crowded with half-empty cups, ice cube islands rising from brown mixed drinks. Two young men across the table from him, his arm draped around a young woman’s shoulders. All four of them glow with a boozy shine, wide and carefree smiles stretched across their faces. 

“Who’re these people?”

“Old friends from my theater days in New York,” he murmurs, “I don’t talk to them much anymore. There’s Glenn, you might’ve met him.”

He points to a tan guy with a brown pompadour and a very punchable face, who’s wearing a baby blue polo shirt and holding up his middle finger. 

You sift through your memory for someone who might have looked like that fifteen or twenty years ago, but come up blank and shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“He was at Katie’s party that one night, and, uhh… actually, I almost brought him up to your apartment the first time I met you, but he was being an asshole and wouldn’t get out of the car.” 

“Not ringing any bells,” you frown, “Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve met any of your friends.”

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, then he mutters, “Well, I would certainly introduce you to them. If I had any.” 

You try to think of a contradiction to this statement, racking your brain for an instance of him at least hinting at the existence of a friend. 

“What about all the people you party with?”

“Haven't done much of that lately. Besides,” he cocks an eyebrow and curls his lip, “Those aren’t friends. Never were. And, uhh… I did a solid job alienating my real friends a long time ago.” 

You look at him through the mirror. 

His eyes are all dull and forlorn. Far away. 

A sharp pain splits your sternum. 

You wriggle around to face him, cupping his cheeks, brushing your thumbs against his patchy beard until he meets your eyes again. Then you tell him, “I’m your friend. Parker’s your friend. You’re not alone anymore, ok?”

His shoulders slump and eyebrows thread together, molding his features into this tender expression that makes your stomach flip and chest ache. 

He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight. You slide your hands to the back of his head to comb your fingers through his soft curls. 

A commotion erupts at the other end of the house. The front door opening and closing. Rustling and conversation. A feminine voice echoes down the hall, calling, “Hello?” 

“That must be them,” he murmurs, and starts away, but you pull him back. You wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face against his t-shirt. 

“Wait, just… a little bit longer,” you say, closing your eyes to soak up the warmth from his body. It seeps into your bloodstream and feels like sunshine in your veins. He rests his head against your hair, taking a deep breath in, and you feel his body relax again. 

The clack-clack-clack sound of heels against the hardwood floor draws closer, but the two of you just stand there, all wrapped up in the other, until someone crosses the threshold to his room, comes to a stop, and says, “Oh, you are here.”

You part and turn towards the intrusion: A neatly made-up, petite, brunette woman wearing a fitted navy blue pantsuit. 

“Darlene,” Dieter greets, crossing the room to envelop her in a one-armed hug. They press a chaste kiss into the other’s cheek. He returns to your side, palm sliding against the small of your back, and introduces you both, “Darlene, Louella, Louella, Darlene.”

You meet her meticulous hazel eyes and smile wide, outstretching your hand to shake hers, “Hi, so nice to meet you.” 

She reaches out and accepts the invitation. Both your gazes drop to study the contrast of your hands. Hers are dainty, soft, blemish-free; adorned with shiny, blush pink fingernails smoothed to rounded tips. Yours bear the scars and calluses earned by over a dozen years of baking, your naked, short fingernails hosting jagged edges from nervous biting. 

When you step back, heat creeps up the back of your neck. She looks so… unimpressed. Annoyed, even. The barely perceptible twitch of her thin eyebrow cocking, lip curling, eyes flicking around your person like she’s identifying weak spots. Then she plasters on a polite smile that doesn’t reach her eyes and asks, “Do you prefer Louella or Lua?” 

“I don’t care,” you chuckle nervously, “Lou, Lua, Louella, whatever you want.”

You glance at Dieter, swallowing hard. He smooths his thumb against your spine.

“I’ll call you Louella,” Darlene decides with a quick nod, then looks from you, to Dieter, “Should we get started? We have a lot of work to do.” 

On your way to the dining room, you cross paths with a short, curvy woman whose brown, tightly coiled hair bounces around her round face as she hauls two thick garment bags into a bedroom. She peaks over the luggage and calls, “Oh, hi!” when she spots you. 

She spins on the heel of her beige pumps to face you, shifting the bags to one hip, “Louella, right?” 

“Yeah,” you smile and wave at her. 

“Kelly,” her hot pink lips stretch into a bright smile and she shakes your hand, looking you up and down before diverting her dark eyes to Dieter, “Nice catch, Bravo.” 

Dieter smirks at the comment, eyeing her tenuous grip on the bags, “Need some help?”

She just scoffs and raises an eyebrow at him before spinning around and starting down the hallway. Dieter shrugs after her, then ushers you into the dining room, where a frantic looking young man is setting out three labeled mint green to-go boxes on the stained oak table, assigning seats to you, Dieter, and Darlene. 

“Lua, this is Lincoln, my PA,” Dieter gestures between the two of you, “Lincoln this is Lua, my girlfriend.”

“Hi,” Lincoln tucks a strand of dark blonde hair behind his ear and leans his tall frame across the table, extending his hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Lincoln,” you meet his ocean blue eyes as you take it in yours and shake it. Dieter settles into his assigned dining room chair, leaning back against the burnt orange suede. You take your seat next to him. 

“Nice to meet you, too,” Lincoln flashes a quick smile, then glances from Dieter, back to you, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Oh yeah?” you grin over at Dieter, who’s crossing his ankle over his knee, watching you with amusement, and tell Lincoln, “Good things, I hope.”

“Terrible things,” Dieter teases, letting his head dangle to one side. 

“Nothing but the utmost praise,” Lincoln insists.

A nutty aroma wafts up from the box with your name on it. You recognize the briny sharpness and name it, “Oh, fuck, did you get us pad thai?”

“It’s from that place you wanted to try,” Dieter tells you. 

You wiggle and clap your hands together, reaching for the box as Darlene approaches the table. Lincoln scurries into the kitchen and makes himself look busy. She sits down with a sense of urgency that makes you fold your hands in your lap and sit up straighter. 

“Here’s the plan,” she pushes the takeout box away, leaning over her open notebook, “Interview with DIRT at 4:00 today. Louella, we’ll practice your answers for a bit, then Kelly will help you pick some clothes,” her eyes flick from the notebook, to you, then to Dieter, and she says, “While you’re in town, I think it’ll be good for the two of you to be seen in public together, but I have some ground rules—”

“Jesus Christ, Darlene,” Dieter groans, scrubbing his hands over his face as he leans his elbows onto the table, “What are we, teenagers?”

“Well, Dieter, play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” she blinks at him.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he scoffs.

“It means,” she snips, zeroing in on him, “With all the bullshit you’ve pulled in the past year, you’re not exactly rolling in prospects, are you?”

He doesn’t say anything in response, just clenches his jaw. 

She continues, “It’s a goddamn miracle you managed to land that Mike Flannigan job—”

You turn to him and gasp, “You got it?!” 

This big, giddy smile spreads across his face when he meets your eyes and nods, “Yeah.”

“But he could lose it if this doesn’t go right,” Darlene advises, pulling your attention to her. She shoots a glare from you to Dieter, “So we’re going to follow my direction, right?” 

Your face falls and you clear your throat, then stammer, “Y—yeah, of course.” 

Dieter shifts in his seat, pressing his mouth against his clasped hands. 

“As I was saying,” Darlene continues, raising an eyebrow as she drops her gaze to the notebook, “You’re both to be on your best behavior while in public. No drugs, no parties, no more than a glass of wine, no public fornication. We’re going full Disney rules of conduct, ok?”

When Darlene blinks up at you, you nod, “No problem.” 

“Alright, let’s rehearse some Q&A,” she sighs, turning her attention back to her notebook. 

She runs through questions the interviewer might ask, reconstructing your answers from nervous ramblings into practiced statements. It’s like a mental boot camp the way she attacks this, and, honestly, it’s quite impressive. 

When Darlene is confident you won’t respond to questions like: “How did you and Dieter meet?” with answers like: “We dropped acid in a closet with my best friend,” the drills cease. Just when you think you’re safe to open that mint green box with your name on it, Darlene stands from the table, “Alright, let’s go see what Kelly has for you.”

You have to physically restrain yourself from pouting as she starts off down the hall. 

“Here, quick,” Dieter shoves his open container of pad thai in your hands. You manage to take a few bites before Darlene comes back to see where she lost you. 

“Coming, sorry,” you swallow and give it back to him. 

Darlene and Kelly decide you’re wearing a balloon-sleeved white silk blouse and a high-waisted, billowing, floral skirt that comes down to your ankles. 

Once your makeup and hair are styled, and you're all done up and presentable, not unlike a feral mutt turned show dog, Darlene holds her hand out to you, palm facing the ceiling, and says, “You’ll have to take off your wedding ring.” 

“Oh,” you frown at her, then at the simple gold band on your left hand’s ring finger. With a heavy blue sigh, you slide it off your finger, and drop it in her extended hand. 

When you emerge from the bedroom, Darlene trailing behind you, Dieter is pacing the length of the living room, dressed in a short-sleeved white button-up and navy blue slacks. He spots you and stops in his tracks. A grin spreads across his face, “Oh wow, look at you.” 

“Look at you,” you counter, matching his smile as you look him up and down. 

He wipes his hands on his pants, then strides over to you and kisses you. His lips are eager when they meet yours. You link your hands at the nape of his neck and arch your back into him, losing yourself momentarily. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “You look like… a sexy kindergarten teacher. I like it.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Oh yeah, this is doing it for you?”

“Fuck yeah it is,” he rumbles, then grips your waist and kisses you again.

“Alright, it’s almost time,” Darlene prods impatiently from a few feet away, “Where’s your laptop?”

Dieter mutters something under his breath, then steps back from your embrace and tells her, “I’ll go get it.” 

As he goes off down the hall, you plop down on the overstuffed couch. Its deep, rich brown leather feels buttery soft against the small sections of your exposed skin. You cross your legs, smoothing the soft fabric of your skirt over your knees, “Is it a video call?” 

Darlene takes a cursory glance in the direction Dieter went, then sits down next to you, her words hushed and serious as they flee her lips, “Louella, his career is teetering on the edge of a cliff right now. One more blow could send the whole thing crashing down. Do you understand how important it is that this goes well?” 

An icy rush of panic floods your veins. You meet her hazel eyes and nod. 

“Good,” she says, searching your face, “Don’t fuck it up.” 

Lincoln and Kelly leave for the day once everything is set up. Darlene stages you and Dieter hip-to-hip in the middle of his couch, then starts pacing behind the laptop, occupying a strip of the living room’s black- and white-striped rug between the glass top coffee table and a black brick-faced wood fireplace. 

Pixelated face pops up on Dieter’s laptop screen. You can make out David Alterman’s egg-shaped bald head and thick-rimmed glasses. He says, “Hello hello, how are we doing today?” 

“Pleasure to see you,” Dieter gives a nod and drapes his arm over your shoulders. You flash a smile to the computer and wave. 

David continues, “I just want to start by saying thank you for meeting with me today. On the phone earlier, Darlene said that there were some things you wanted to discuss regarding your new friend.” 

“Girlfriend,” Dieter corrects, glances at you, then back at the screen, “There was an article by your, uhh… publication speculating who she is. We wanted to go on record and introduce her, get it all out in the open.”

“Fantastic. Well, the floor is yours.”

Dieter clears his throat and squeezes your shoulder.

“Oh, ok—um, hi, my name is Louella,” your voice comes out too loud, and your heart starts pumping heat through your body, up your neck, across your face. You wriggle in your seat and explain, “Sorry, I’m really nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

David chuckles, “That’s ok, dear. Why don’t you start by telling me how the two of you met?” 

Your eyes flick to Darlene in the background, following her moving form. She gives you a nod of encouragement. You take a deep breath. 

“We met at Katie’s party in February. My best friend, Parker, convinced me to go, and, yeah, I ended up meeting Dee there,” a big smile stretches across your face as you explain, “I remember meeting him, and I felt this connection to him like,” you snap your fingers, “right away. It was fucking bananas—er, sorry, regular bananas. But. It was like I had known him my whole life or something, you know? We—me, Parker, and Dee—spent the night together,” at this, you see David’s bushy brown eyebrows perk up, and your cheeks start burning, “N-not like that, like sexual or anything, we just talked and joked around. Instant friends. It was so much fun. And, you know, it’s funny, because I didn’t even know he was an actor—”

“You didn’t?” David frowns. 

“No,” you chuckle, “The next morning when we were all getting breakfast there was this guy taking pictures of us eating pancakes, which I thought was fu—um, weird, but then Dee and Parker explained… Well, y’know. Paparazzi and all that.” 

“Is that when you started dating?” 

“No,” you shake your head, glancing down to your hands, “We were just friends for a few months before that started. My, um… my husband died about a year ago in a car accident, so I was… not in a hurry to start any kind of romantic relationship.” 

Your thumb rolls along the seam of your finger that’s usually covered by your wedding band. 

“And yet, here we are. What changed?” 

“I fell in love with him,” you explain, flicking your gaze from Dieter, who squeezes your shoulder, then straight into the camera, “You know when you meet someone and it’s like… they vibrate on the same frequency as you or whatever? Like they were made to be in your life? It was like that. I don’t know, it was fucking crazy. Shit, sorry for swearing—”

“It’s fine,” David says, “I’ll edit it out.”

You release a relieved sigh, “Ok. Well, anyway, I wasn’t—I mean, neither of us were expecting this to happen. But it did. So I took a chance on him, on us, and… yeah. I’m so glad I did.” 

“That’s great,” David smiles at the camera, then looks down at his notes, “So you said the two of you met at Katie’s party—Is that Katie Wainwright?”

“Yes,” you answer. It takes all your energy to remain neutral. To keep your body from twitching in discomfort at the mention of her. 

“Are the two of you friends? Do you run in those circles?”

“Oh, no,” you snort and shake your head, “Parker is a drag performer, under the stage name Jackie Lantern, and knows quite a few theater folks in New York. It’s all him. I was just tagging along.”

“I see. And what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a baker.” 

“Pastry artist,” Dieter interjects, leaning forward, “She makes some of the best goddamn pastries I’ve ever had in my life.” 

You beam at this. He gives you an encouraging little wink that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Oh, you have a bakery?” 

“No,” you say with a little too much haste, then stammer, “Well, not really. It’s not a brick and mortar store or anything. I run it out of my apartment. But, I’d love to—you know, someday, open a bakery.” 

“Sounds like a good investment for your boyfriend to make,” David hints.

“Oh, no, I’m not,” you clear your throat and shake your head, “I want to do it myself.” 

“Independent,” David observes, then looks down to his notes, “Dieter has had a lot of big changes in his personal life this past year as well, with his divorce to Anika, and the scandals surrounding it. Do you worry that those patterns are bound to repeat themselves?”

Dieter’s body tenses beside you. 

You furrow your brow and frown slightly, then glance up to Darlene, whose stare can only be described as a warning. 

Downshifting your face from confusion to thoughtfulness, you answer, “I think… We both have pasts that present challenges in our relationship. It’s not exactly easy-breezy all the time, but that’s the thing with love, right? You take the person, demons and all, and choose to love them anyway?”

David jots down some notes. Your guts twist when you recognize the opportunity to do what you came here to do. 

“And, you know, speaking of which, one of the things I wanted to bring up during this interview is that I—um, I have a criminal record,” you swallow hard and turn to look at Dieter. 

He takes his arm from your shoulder and closes his hands into fists, thumbs pointed upward as he presses them together and draws a circle with them. 

Together. 

Warmth washes over you and you smile at him. He slides his palm against yours and interlaces his fingers with yours. 

“Oh?” 

You turn back to the laptop and sigh, “Yeah. I was arrested in 2018 on drug trafficking charges. I was convicted of a felony—and, you know, I didn’t have to serve any hard time or anything, just probation, thank fucking god, and I’ve changed a lot since then, but it’s still… still a factor,” you drop your gaze to your lap and shrug, “And, of course, the dead husband thing is a considerable amount of baggage. We live across the country from each other. There’s—there’s a lot that’s difficult about this. But I still think that what we have together is so fucking worth it.” 

“It is,” Dieter confirms, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze. 

“Thank you for being so open about this, Louella. This must be hard for you to do,” David says in a monotone voice, not looking up from his note taking. 

“You have no idea,” you release a big, elated sigh, “But, like mentioned Dieter earlier, we don’t want people to think we’re trying to hide any of this, because we’re not. We’re just trying to move forward together.” 

“I appreciate your honesty,” David says mildly, looks down to his notes, then squints up at the computer, clicking around as he tells you, “Now, after DIRT published the article questioning your identity, we received a call. I’m going to play that for you now…”

You glance from Dieter, to Darlene. Their confused expressions match yours. 

“My name is Hannah—”

Your stomach drops to the floor. You whisper, “Fuck.”

“—I hear you’re trying to figure out who this woman is with Dieter Bravo. Well, I can tell you, that’s my daughter. Her name is Louella Rose Friedman. Now I don’t know what the hell she thinks she’s doing with this man, but I do not approve. I mean, really now, her husband died less than a year ago!”

Static tingles in your ligaments and fills your lungs. Your head shakes back and forth in protest, but her shrill voice continues to project across the room, scraping against your eardrums. 

Dieter releases your hand and leans forward, trying to speak over the recording, warning, “Ok, David, that’s enough—”

“And this man? Dieter Bravo? Just like him from what I can tell. And I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but—”

Everything moves far away in an instant as your mind disconnects from your body. A high-pitched ringing noise dulls the noises around you. 

From far away, your mom says, “He had a problem with drugs, you know, big problem, had other women, too.”

“Stop,” Dieter grinds out over your mother’s recorded voice.

“Lost his goddamn mind, tried to kill them both—”

Darlene scrambles over to the laptop and turns it towards her, “David, this is Darlene—”

“I just don’t understand what that girl thinks she’s doing getting involved with someone like this again, especially so soon?” 

“No, nope,” Dieter stands, then booms, “This ends right FUCKING now!” 

The sudden snap of him slamming the laptop shut and the dead silence that follows jolts you like a cattle-prod.

You flee the living room, down the hallway, into Dieter’s bedroom, then dial her number. 

She picks up on the second ring. 

“Louella Rose, what in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” your mother’s heavy midwestern accent pierces your eardrum. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, mom? What do I think I’m doing? What the fuck are you doing?!” your teeth grit and and hiss, “Calling a fucking tabloid, really?”

“I only wanted them to know the truth—”

“That is fucking bullshit and you know it,” you growl, crossing an arm over your belly, pacing the floor, “You wanted fucking attention. Well, you’ve got it, congratu-fucking-lations!” 

“I’m just looking out for your best interest. That man is bad news, Louella.“

“How the FUCK would you know?!”

“I know he has a cocaine habit, and that he cheated on his wife, does that sound like anyone else?” 

You clench your jaw and shake your head.

“I’m sorry for caring—”

“You don’t fucking care! You have never fucking cared! If you cared, you would have talked to me, not a fucking tabloid. That shit you told them—” your voice cracks, but you swallow the lump in your throat and continue, “Mom, that’s not your story to tell. It’s mine.” 

An exasperated sigh crackles in your ear, then she says, “You shouldn’t get tangled up in his world, Louella—”

“What I do, who I date, is none of your fucking business. It’s not your decision. I am a grown ass woman.”

“You might be a grown woman, but you’re still my baby girl, and I don’t want you to wind up dead this time,” she clicks her tongue against her teeth, “I’d say you’ll understand someday when you have your own kids, but that’s just another thing Ethan ruined, isn’t it?”

Your entire field of vision floods with red. 

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“When I hang up the phone, do not contact me ever again. You are fucking dead to me. Do you understand?”

“Oh, come on, Louella, don’t be dram—”

You end the call. 

Dieter hovers a few feet from his open bedroom door. His nerves tingle with anticipation. Hushed sobs call out to him and grip his heart. 

How long does he wait before going in to comfort you? Would you rather have time alone?

Part of him feels terrible for eavesdropping. Well, eavesdropping might not be the right word, considering how your heated words reverberated from one end of his home to the other effortlessly. It’s not his fault the goddamn place is like a resonance chamber. 

Dieter hears Darlene in the living room chewing someone out over the phone. The words “so fucking unprofessional” echo down the hall, filled with venom. She’s in full tirade mode. Out for blood. 

It gives him a smug sense of satisfaction hearing her wield this rage towards someone else. 

If he knows anything about Darlene, it’s that this will take a while. She won’t stop until she’s had her fill, until her belly is swollen and ripe with vindication. Then she’ll lap the sticky blood from her hands, smoke a cigarette, and say, “Here’s what’s next.”

He raps a knuckle against the doorframe and asks, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” 

The word is soggy and muffled. He enters the room, closing the door behind him, and finds you sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, face buried in your hands. You don’t look up at him. 

He crawls onto the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against the nape of your neck. Warm notes of vanilla and macadamia nuts waft off your hair. You feel so rigid under his touch.

“Talk to me, baby,” he murmurs, tugging you closer. 

“Did I fuck it all up?” 

Your voice comes out in a squeak, like you squeezed the words from your throat. Wet sobs bubble up your throat and shake your shoulders. 

“No,” Dieter frowns, “Do you really think that?”

You shrug and release a shattered breath. 

“Absolutely fucking not,” he assures you, “Hey, listen to me. You were fucking amazing.” 

“But—”

“No, no buts. You were perfect. And—and brave, so fucking brave,” he nuzzles into that perfect space between your shoulder and neck and says, “I’m so proud of you, Louella.” 

“Really?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your shirt, smearing black makeup onto the luxurious white silk. 

“Holy shit, yes,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, relishing the way your hunched up muscles seem to slacken, “Before the bullshit that rat fuck pulled, you were perfection. Killed it, I swear to god, doll. And—and none of that last part was your fault. David shouldn’t have sprang that on us, and your mom,” he scoffs and shakes his head, gnashing his jaw back and forth as he tries to choose his words carefully, then finally says, “I’m sorry, but that was fucking despicable. You didn’t deserve that.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” you sniffle.

“No, I definitely deserved that,” he mutters, glancing up to the mirror, meeting his own eyes only for a moment before diverting his gaze.

Your hand slides over his and you move your thumb in gentle strokes against his skin, “She’s the fucking worst, Dee.”

He hums in acknowledgment, then inquires, “Was that her on the phone?”

“Yeah,” you answer, and your voice comes out all quivering and squeaky, “I, um… I told her to never talk to me again.” 

“I heard,” he confesses.

“Oh,” you breathe. 

His pulse jumps and he stammers, “I—I wasn’t trying to or anything, I swear, the noise just carries—”

“I know,” you squeeze his hand, “It’s ok.”

Your crying wanes in intensity, but the air around you is still dense and stormy. Dieter kisses your shoulder and asks, “What can I do to help you right now, baby?”

You ponder this for a long moment. When your response comes, it jolts his insides. Sucks the air from his lungs. 

“Fuck me.”

He’s not sure he heard you right, and shakes his head, “Wait, what?”

Then you reach back and run your fingers through his hair. Unravel against his chest. Let your head roll back on his shoulder. 

Dieter cranes his neck to search your face. It’s all tear-drenched, your makeup smeared, eyes puffy and red. He reaches up and squee-gees the mess with his thumb, wiping the excess onto his white comforter as you quietly tell him, “I need to get out of my head. I want—I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want it to hurt. Use me. Please.”

His insides coil and twitch. Your lips part as you scrape your nail along his jawline, beckoning him closer. 

He smooths his palms along your torso, drinking in the heat of your body through your silk shirt. Your mouth draws him in closer: a bright flame, and he’s just a moth. 

That’s how it is with you, Lua, you have to know that by now. He’s just a bug, and you’re this all-consuming fire that could burn him alive and he’d say thank you, my love, thank you for your light.

When your lips meet, his vocal chords crackle. Your mouth, plush and pliable, so delicate, he almost feels bad for the force he uses in response. 

Almost. 

You have to understand how difficult it is for him to restrain himself with you. How the tether between his humanity and deprivation pulls taut when you writhe beneath his touch. 

What you’re asking, to make it hurt, use me, please… it electrifies him. Calls to the part of him that bucks against the restraints. Is that what you really want? For him to unchain that beast?

His teeth catch your lip and you gasp, but you don’t stop kissing him. In fact, you ball his shirt in your fist and kiss him harder. 

You fucking love it. 

He palms your breast and tastes the sweet whimper on your breath when he grips your flesh. Digs his fingers in, squeezes harder. You moan down his throat. Arch your back. Roll your tongue along his, soft and wet and hungry.

“Fuck,” he growls through grit teeth. Grabs your jaw and licks the gasp from your mouth. You grind back against his cock and an intoxicating rush of heat rolls through his body, clinging to his bones, sinking into the folds of his brain, tinging his vision with this thick scarlet fog that makes his heart pound in his chest. 

Dieter buries his fist in your hair and sits up on his knees, ushering you to do the same. His lips hover at the shell of your ear and he murmurs, “Is this how you want it? Want it fucking rough?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and he slides a hand to your neck, spreading the webbing between his thumb and index finger on your esophagus. 

“I wanna pull up your pretty little skirt, and bend you over—wanna play with that tight little asshole—”

You let out this throaty moan that vibrates against his palm. It makes his cock jump. 

“Would you like that?” he rumbles. Clamps down on your earlobe. Grinds the flab between his teeth. 

“Oh my fucking god, Dieter, please,” you whine, hips rolling against him, urging him to make good on his word. 

He shoves your face into the mattress and you just prop your ass up for him, pushing back as he rucks your skirt up to your waist. His hands slide up the soft, warm flesh of your thighs, feeling the weight of your ass in his palms. 

You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, whimpering for attention, silk underwear all damp with want, clinging to your cunt. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps, hooking a fingertip around the wet patch of fabric, dragging his knuckle through your arousal, “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

You let out a throaty, delirious laugh that quickly morphs into a moan when he rubs the knuckle against your clit, then slaps your ass with a sharp smack.

“Fuck yes,” you gasp. Your hips roll against his touch, seeking stimulation. But he doesn’t want you to have it yet. Not like that. 

He pulls away, and you whine, going to get up on your hands in protest, but he closes a fist around your hair and pushes you back down, grinding out, “Don’t you fucking move.”

Another airy, depraved laugh. 

Dieter grips your hair tighter, explaining in a whisper as he tugs your underwear down your legs, “You’re gonna stay right here, ass in the air like a bitch in heat, and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you. How’s that sound, love? Hmm?”

“Please,” you breathe. He hears the wet gulp of your throat. The hair between his fingers pulls taut when you nod. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs, releasing your hair, tossing the underwear from around your ankles across the bed. 

He slides his palms over your ass cheeks. Parts them just long enough to gather a pool of spit on his tongue and let it land on your asshole with a wet splat. Rolls his thumb through the spit, smearing it around, making you gasp, “Fuck, that’s good—”

His cock twitches. Electricity writhes around his insides. He licks his lips, then purrs, “Yeah? It feels good when I touch your asshole, hmm? You fucking like that, princess?”

“Yes—”

Dieter spreads you apart, brings himself closer, throat rumbling at the scent of your heat. At the way your swollen, needy cunt is just fucking dripping, coated in a shiny layer of your slick. 

Fucking beautiful. 

He drags his tongue through the arousal pooling at your entrance with a depraved groan. 

You unleash a moan and try to wriggle around on his tongue, still trying to exert control, still not letting go. 

He raises a hand and lowers it on your ass cheek with a smack, talking at your cunt as he holds your hips steady, “Stop trying to run this, doll, let me fucking use you like you need me to.”

The response that comes is a whimper, but your muscles stop working under his grip. 

“Good, that’s it, baby,” he coos, then returns to your cunt, licking along all the soft ridges and valleys of you, savoring your nectar gathering slick on his tastebuds. 

“Oh my fucking god,” you croak, but you don’t rock against his tongue. Doing just as he asked. Heat surges through him, all that pride commingling with lust and love and need. 

He licks up your middle, painting you with short, broad strokes, all the way up to your tight, puckered asshole. Saliva pools as he laps away, rubbing back and forth, in a circle, flicking his tongue against you in wet little slaps. 

All the while, you’re whimpering and moaning, legs trembling, sweat coating your hot skin, damp against his palms. 

He brings the tip of his index finger to the center of your asshole, wriggling and applying pressure until the tight ring gives and allows him entrance. Your choked moan fills his ears and he moves slowly, carefully, letting you adjust to the sensation. 

One knuckle disappears, then another, and when buried as deep as he can go, he ruts it in and out, the hot pool of spit lubricating his movements. 

You start to slacken, your sharp little gasps for air drawing out longer, surrendering to pleasure, whimpering and nodding, eyes fluttering. 

Dieter pauses and wiggles another thick digit against your tight hole, panting, “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. Fucking amazing. That’s it, baby, just relax for me—”

It slides past the barrier and he moans in unison with you, burying his fingers again and again, spitting thick, gooey wads of saliva where he fuses with you, making his movements easier, more fluid, while the hot, smooth inside of you grips around his fingers.

“Fuck me,” you beg, “Please—please fuck my ass.”

“Take your clothes off for me, baby,” he sits up straight and begins to unbutton his shirt. You roll over onto your back and start to strip down while he throws the shirt on the floor, then lays back and takes off his pants. 

He reaches into drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, then squirts a dollop of it into his hand and glances up at you. You're laying on your back, propped up on your elbows, lust-blown eyes glued to his cock. When he spreads the slick along his length, your pink tongue rolls across your lips, stoking the hot coals in his core.

Dieter crawls across the bed to you, murmuring, “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Your gaze locks onto his as your jaw drops open. He moves up your body and straddles your chest, holding his throbbing, aching cock out to you, “Wanna fuck that pretty face of yours, is that ok with you?”

You nod, threading your brows together, batting your lashes, eyes all half-lidded and hungry, and purr, “Use me like a fuck doll.”

The request makes his cock pulse in his fist. You curl your tongue against a bead of pre-cum hanging off the tip of him and wiggle it around. His head falls back when the delicate touch floods his body with pleasure and he groans, “Holy fucking sh—”

The words evaporate from his throat when your lips pull taught around his girth, the wet heat of your mouth engulfing him. His lubed-up hand falls to the wayside and he snaps his gaze back to yours. You hold eye contact and move at a slow, steady rhythm, taking more and more of him with each renewed bob. 

Dieter moans at the sight of you, lips all shiny and stretched out around him, eyelids fluttering. He brushes the sweat-dampened hair from your forehead, gathering what he can reach in his fist. Tightens his grip. Pushes his hips forward. 

When he breaches your throat, you gag. A hot rush of spit pours from your mouth. Twitching muscles squeeze around him, protesting the intrusion. A wave of ecstasy rushes up his spine and pulls a moan from his stomach. 

“Are you ok?” he rasps, meeting your watery eyes. 

You pull off of him, panting, strings of saliva hanging between your reddened lips and his glistening cock, and nod, “Don’t fucking stop,” before taking him in your mouth again. 

So he thrusts forward again, carefully, every muscle in his body tensing with restraint. Your palms slide up his thighs, around to his backside, where you dig the tips of your fingers into his skin, urging him forward, and he knows now that you fucking meant it: Use me like a fuck doll. 

He nods with understanding, “You want more, hmm?”

The hum of approval from your throat ripples across his body and makes him groan. You bat your lashes up at him, eyes creased like you’re smiling but your mouth is all crammed full of his cock so it’s hard to be sure, but he can tell you’re just fucking loving this shit. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s almost more than he can handle. 

“Want me to fuck that pretty fucking face?” he growls, closing his fist around your hair tighter, rolling his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth. 

You moan and it makes him moan, the vibration of your throat writhing beneath his skin.  

He adjusts his angle, releasing your hair to grab both sides of your head and plunge deeper, down past the back of your mouth, letting out a sharp groan as the firm ridges slide tight around him. His hips work forward in a quick, short burst of wet thrusts that light up every nerve in his body, then he pulls from your mouth. While you gasp for breath, he grips the base of his cock with one hand while the other grabs your spit-covered chin, “Is that what you fucking want? Fuck your face just like that?”

“Fuck yes, just like that,” you choke out, voice all gritted and airy.

“You pinch me when you need to breathe, ok?” he instructs, searching your flushed, messy face, “Pinch me right now so I know.”

This big smile spreads across your swollen lips and you squeeze a chunk of his ass between your fingers, “Like this?”

“That’s it, baby, do that and I’ll let you come up for air,” he nods, “Now stick out your tongue.” 

Your tongue stretches down to your chin, and he slaps his cock against it with a smack-smack-smack before sliding it back into the hot cavern of your mouth. He cradles your skull in his palms and thrusts forward, cramming himself down your throat. Your vocal chords buzz against him, and your mouth emits this sick, wet glug-glug-glug that sets him on fucking fire. You pinch him and he pulls out, both of you gasping and moaning. 

“So fucking good, fuck,” he rasps, waiting a moment for your breathing to be less desperate, then asks, “Ready?”

You hum a little mhmm and open your mouth, welcoming him back to fuck your throat. He can barely fucking stand how hot you look with your face all shiny with sweat and tears and spit, how your eyelids flutter then snap open to meet his gaze, how your body wiggles around beneath him, hips bucking against nothing, thighs rubbing together. 

If he didn’t have you pinned down like this, you’d be touching yourself, he just fucking knows it. 

The ecstasy tingling at the base of his spine starts to spread and you pinch him just before he loses control. He pulls out, but doesn’t dare grab himself this time, for fear that any stimulation will push him over the edge.

He gets on his hands and knees and leans down to press his lips to yours. You throw your arms around his neck and arch your back into the kiss, pulling him closer, rolling your tongue against his as soft whimpers flutter from your mouth. One of his hands trails down your body, between your legs, and he groans at how fucking wet you are. 

You gasp against his lips, throwing your head back as he plays with your clit, working you at a rapid rhythm that makes your face twist and flush, nodding in approval, quick little gasps and squeaks escaping your throat. 

He grins when he realizes how close you are. So fucking worked up from sucking him off, already coiling up, ready to burst. 

“That’s it, baby,” he husks, kisses you, then presses his sweaty forehead to yours, “That’s it, let me see you fucking cum, baby.”

“Fuck fuck fuck, Dee, don’t stop—fuck—”

Your words disappear with a sharp inhale, muscles tensing up, hips arching against his hand. He continues to move against you, fast and steady and firm, until you find your voice and release a choked sob. You collapse into yourself, body shaking violently, legs clamping shut, gasping for air. 

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, and your body starts to slacken, but jumps like a live wire at his slowing touch. 

Dieter slides down your crease, through your arousal, propping himself on one arm to watch how your cum clings to his fingers in thick, heavy strands as he draws his hand away. 

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmurs, licks you from his fingers, then drags them along your warm, gooey seam again, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyebrows press together and lips part with a whimper, but you don’t appear adverse to the suggestion. In fact, you bring a hand to your chest. Cup your breast. Pinch your nipple and gasp. 

His body surges hot with want. He grazes his nose against your face, rumbling into your ear, “How’d you put it? Like a fuck doll?” 

Your throat lets out a little whine and your lips pout out into an O as he sinks two thick fingers into your cunt. You prop yourself up and watch him slide in and out, whimpering and nodding, “Fuck that’s so good, Dee—oh my god, yes—”

The hunger roiling at his core grows. He adds another finger, stretching you wider, and you release a choked moan. 

“Is this what you want, Lua? Want me to fuck you like a little slut, hmm?” he pants, shifting himself to hover above you, pumping his arm, cramming his fingers into your tight, wet heat over and over again. 

“Yes yes yes yes yes,” you babble, and start moving your hips against him, “Do that thing—”

Dieter smirks, knowing exactly what thing you’re referring to, and pulls his hand up towards the ceiling, rubbing the pads of his fingers hard against your g-spot, “That?”

“Fuuuuuuck yes, baby, just like that,” you moan, “That’s so good, baby, such a good fucking boy, fuck me so good—”

He lets out a groan and wiggles his fingers faster, “Yeah? You like when I make you squirt all over the place? Wanna soak my fucking bedsheets?”

Your response is a strangled noise, but you nod your head frantically, and your limbs start to tremble. And, fuck, the sight of you all shaking and whining, skin slick with sweat, makeup running down your pretty, flushed, contorted face, it’s enough to send his insides fluttering, barreling towards oblivion once again. 

Dieter has to close his eyes, swallowing hard as he tries to reign himself in, forcing himself to fill his mind with mundane thoughts about what to eat for supper, how this disaster of an interview will get resolved, whether or not he’ll wake up early to attempt making breakfast for you, all while trying to ignore the liquid hot squeeze of your pussy around his wiggling fingers.

When he feels he finally has a grip on his pleasure, he snaps his eyes open and moves between your legs. Buries his face in your cunt. Rolls his tongue on your swollen clit. 

“Yes, fuck,” you breathe and anchor your hands in his hair, pulling his curls into tight fists. Your breathing starts to come in shallow gasps. The muscles of your thighs tense and twitch. 

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t fucking stop,” you whimper, and he works you faster, moving his tongue in a circle, tickling the inside of you, groaning as you rub yourself against him, smearing your juices all over his face. You moan when the sound hits you, so he continues, humming from the back of his throat, and it’s just the push you need. 

Your hips stutter and still. A wild, ragged noise tears from your chest. You convulse around his fingers, and he pulls them out, sliding his mouth down to your opening just as a hot wave of pleasure gushes out. It splashes against his face, and he tries to catch as much as he can on his tongue, moaning at the taste of you. Grabs your waist and holds you there, lapping away at your cunt as you gasp for air, body jerking at the stimulation, but unable to move from his vice grip. 

He climbs your body and kisses you, hard and messy, letting you taste yourself. You rake your fingers through his hair, whining into his mouth when his tongue slides across yours. 

His cock aches with neglect. The steady inflow of pleasure burns between the layers of his skin and begs to be released. 

He pulls away from your lips and pants, “Flip over for me, love. I wanna fuck your ass.” 

And, you… fucking hell, Lua, you smile at this like he told you he’s buying you a brand new car. He sits up and you roll over onto your belly, then stick your ass up into the air, “Is that good?”

“Fucking perfect.”

Dieter grabs the abandoned bottle of lube,  squeezes some into his palm, then requests, “Spread for me, baby.” 

You reach back, pulling your ass cheeks apart. He squirts some of the lube on your puckered hole and you yelp, then giggle, “It’s so cold.”

He chuckles at this as he strokes his cock, smearing the slick lube along his length, then he asks, “Have you done this before? Anal sex?”

This isn’t the first time he’s ventured into ass play with you, but only with tongues, toys, fingers. You look back at him and shrug, “Well, yeah, but,” then you drop your gaze to his dick, “You’re, um… a lot bigger than anyone else…” 

The comment makes his ego swell, and he can’t help but grin, spreading the lube across your tight hole with his middle finger. Then he applies pressure to its center until it allows him access. Your eyelids flutter and you whimper, licking your lips, pulling your cheeks apart further. 

“I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop, ok?”

“Ok,” you nod.

He wriggles another digit inside you. You gasp and nod, “Fuck, that feels really good.”

“Good,” he purrs, rutting into you slowly, flicking his gaze between your face and ass, watching the way your lips part and eyelids drift closed, feeling the muscles inside you start to relax. 

You arch your back into the stimulation, breathy little whimpers and moans floating from your mouth like music to his fucking ears. Lust pools hot and needy at his center, making his heart thud and his cock ache. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, studying your face as you open your eyes and look back at him. 

“I’m ready,” you confirm, holding his gaze as he pulls his fingers out and brings the head of his cock to kiss the tight, lubricated hole. 

Dieter pushes forward cautiously, pausing when your asshole surrenders to the very tip of him and you let out a sharp cry. After a moment, you nod, “Keep going.”

So he does. The tight ring squeezes the ever loving fuck out of him as he slowly, tediously, makes his way inside you. His forehead breaks out in a sweat, muscles quivering from the effort it takes to move at this pace. Your face pinches up with what could either be pleasure or pain, he’s not quite sure, but it’s accompanied by whimpers and nods, signaling your approval. 

Once the head of his cock is fully engulfed, though, and you adjust to his width, acclimate to the feeling, things start to go faster. He pushes your hands away and spreads your cheeks himself, hissing, “Fuck, this looks so good, baby. Love seeing your sweet little asshole stretched out around my cock—”

“It feels so fucking good,” you breathe, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Give me more.”

The request squirms around inside him and makes his throat rumble. He drives his hips forward steadily, and it’s a fucking vacuum of suction, pulling him in, swallowing him whole. You sputter and moan in reaction, croaking out quiet little whines of “oh my fucking god” over and over again.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, holy fuck, Lua,” he groans, throwing his head back, then starts to roll his hips, still moving at a languid pace, sliding his length along that ring that, even when your muscles loosen slightly, grips him so fucking tight it makes every ounce of sanity flee his brain. 

“Do you like that? Like when I fuck your ass with my fat cock?” he asks through grit teeth.

You whimper and nod, “Yes yes yes yes—”

“Tell me,” he demands, snapping his hips, heart jumping at the moan you choke out. 

“I like it wh—when you fuck my ass—” he snaps his hips again and you gasp, then continue, “with your big, fat cock—”

“Yeah you fucking do, don’t you?” He increases the tempo, moaning at the squeeze of you, how fucking good you feel wrapped around him, and grinds out, “Little fuck doll likes being used, hmm? Just like this?” 

“Holy fuck, Dee,” you groan, raising yourself up onto your hands, pushing back against his thrusts, “I fucking love it, yes.”

The force of your body moving with his, burying him to the hilt inside you again and again, fills him with fire. Sweat drips from his forehead onto your back, heart fluttering in his heaving chest, hands tingling, limbs trembling, ecstasy pooling thick and hot at the base of his spine. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he warns, but doesn’t let up his pace. 

“Cum in my ass, baby, please please please,” you moan. 

The request tugs at the edges of him, and he wants you closer, wants to feel the heat of your skin against his. 

“Get up here,” he grunts, leans forward and hooks an arm around your torso, pulls your back against his chest, cradling your neck in his palm. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your mouth is hanging open slack, frantic little moans fleeing your throat as he fucks your ass deep and hard, rumbling into your ear, “Cum in your fucking ass, hmm? My little slut wants her ass filled with cum?”

You bring your hand to the back of his head and grab a fistful of hair, breathing, “Fuck yes, please, Dieter, please—”

“Anything for you, love,” he pants, then you pull his hair tighter, and you start to rock your hips against his, and your whines get all high-pitched and airy, and he babbles, “I mean that, I really do, fucking anything you want, baby—fill your ass with cum, buy you whatever the fuck you want, fucking anything, I swear to god—”

Your lips cut him off, and you’re fucking trembling now, muscles all tight and coiled, squeezing around his cock, and he kisses you back with fire, groaning against your mouth as you whimper, then your breath disappears completely, you let out a strangled moan, and your body shutters from the force of your orgasm. The static buzzing in his center grows wider, deeper, tingling up his backbone, through his limbs, until it washes over him completely.

He thrusts into you one, two, three more times, spilling his load inside you.

His labored breathing puffs hot against yours. You bring your touch to his cheek and draw a circle into his beard with your thumb. He kisses you again, gentler, lips lingering on yours, then murmurs, “I fucking love you.”

A bright, wide smile spreads across your face. You let out this breathless little giggle, kiss him, then say, “I fucking love you, too.” 

Dieter pulls out and falls back onto the bed, stretching out, catching his breath. You follow suit and cuddle up to him, laying your head on his heaving chest. He curls his arm around your shoulders and rests his cheek on the crown of your sweaty head. 

The silence that settles is comfortable, and he notices that the rest of the house is quiet, too. Darlene must have fled sometime while he was fucking you, no doubt disgusted by the noises that were probably not muffled at all by the barrier of his bedroom door. 

His attention draws back to you when you whisper, “Am I doing the right thing? By cutting her out of my life?”

It takes a moment for him to understand what you’re asking. When it clicks, he frowns, “I don’t think that’s a question I can answer.” 

You’re quiet in response, so he inquires further, “What’s your relationship like with her?” 

“We, um… we butt heads,” you shrug and bring your fingertips to his sternum, start drawing little swirls against his skin, “She’s always been so… I don’t know, self-centered? Childish?” you pause here, and he can hear the gears in your busy mind turning. You lay your palm flat over his heart and say, “It’s always about her. She didn’t come see me when Ethan died, or try to console me, or anything. She fucking—”

A frustrated huff of air blows across his chest. You shake your head, then sigh, “She fucking called me all the time crying about it, and posted all this bullshit online about how sad she was, and—and she fucking hated him. It’s like she expected me to comfort her. She never asked how I was doing. It was… fuck, it was just like when Dad died.” 

Dieter smooths circles into your skin with his thumb. Studies the ceiling, waiting for you to say more. Then you do. 

“When I would try talking to her about how much I missed him—my dad, I mean—she would get fucking mad at me. Say shit like, ‘Well, how do you think I feel?’ or—or, ‘You’re not the only one who lost him,’ or—this one’s my favorite, the uses it all the time, ‘It’s not all about you, Louella Rose,’” you pause and scoff to yourself, shaking your head, “So I stopped trying to her about it, and then she would get mad at me for not talking about it, so then I would talk to her about it, and she would either get mad all over again or squirrel the things I told her away to use as fucking ammunition against me the next time I made her upset, and—and, I don’t know. That’s just how it is with her.” 

Dieter’s mind whirs as he sifts through the million thoughts pouring through his brain, trying to find the right one to tell you. It feels like finding the hay in the needlestack, and when his mouth opens, all that comes out is, “Fuck that.”

“Yeah,” you snort, then comb your fingers through his hair and murmur, “I love your curls, they’re adorable.” 

He almost takes the subject change you dangle in front of him, but something lingers at the base of his throat, begging to be known. 

“Look,” he starts, shifting to meet your gaze, and sighs, “I really don’t think you’re making a mistake by cutting her out of your life, Lua. And-and not because she said those things about me, but because she treats you like shit. And, I know it’s not my place to say shit like this, but,” he shakes his head, searching your face, watching the tears pool in your eyes, “She might be your mom, but that’s not family, you know?”

Your face crumples up. 

He starts to fumble out an apology, “Fuck, I’m–”

You kiss him. 

When you pull back, you whisper, “Thank you.” 

“Of course,” he breathes, brushing his hand against your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you scoot closer, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. A few peaceful moments go by before your stomach growls so loud it makes both of you start laughing. 

“Let’s get you some fucking food, huh?” 

#dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #dieter bravo fic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #psychomanteum

[random-ln-stuff]

New New Theory:

The Little Nightmares Universe looks like this:

There’s our world on one side, The Eye’s Nightmare Domain on the other side, and the Nowhere is right there in the middle. “Two flows from one, and here (in Nowhere), is whole again”

The Nowhere is a place with many connected but individual places with unique functions. I imagine that as being a place where each individual location has its own unique THING that the people there are drawn to and a specific person who runs that place. The Maw has Gluttony as its vice and the Lady runs it, the Pale City is addicted to TV and Escapism and the Thin Man Runs it, ETC.

The Spiral though, is a specific part of Nowhere that’s slightly overlapping and closer to the Eye’s Domain, so things are different. More Non-Euclidian. It’s a “cluster of disturbing places” layered on top of each other, with travel between these areas being particularly difficult and travel outside of the Spiral as a whole being downright impossible (hence why Low and Alone are trapped there with them using Mirrors to travel throughout the Spiral).

Also found in the Spiral are many things that the regular Nowhere just doesn’t normally allow, like the Giant Baby that seems to be mechanical in nature. Sure the Nowhere can have things that are just off with reality, like the Nest having strange gravity and the Signal Tower’s warping of time, but in most places reality is somewhat similar in nature to our world. The Maw still follows Euclidean Geometry, The Pale City is perfectly stable reality-wise unless you enter the tower, which is alive and follows its own rules, etc.

Actually, I think each of Noone’s dreams have been placing her in various places in the Nowhere, both closer and farther from reality and the Eye. More specifically, just like this:

Ep 1:

The Stone Giant is the closest Noone has gotten so far to the Eye and the furthest she’s gone from reality. The things described by Noone in episode one simply don’t make sense compared to the other dreams and the games as a whole. A Stone Giant with a endless snowy field on top, with the inside being run by clockwork, and also there’s thousands of other people chained inside rooms, a workshop and a entire courtyard, just inside the Giant.

The Lady In Chains also makes it obvious that this entire dream is symbolism for the Lady and The Maw, which doesn’t make sense if this happening in the regular Nowhere because the Lady is already living here. So Episode 1 is located just outside the Nowhere, in that zone where the Nowhere begins to break down into raw nightmarish chaos.

Even the child Noone encounters here may not be an actual child. Their hair is described similarly to the Lady’s own Shadow Magic, a feature that no other child seen so far has, and it’s possible that this child may also just be a product of the Eye’s Nightmarish, Random Chaos.

Ep 2:

Episode 2 seems to take place in the actual Nowhere. It’s similar, VERY similar, to the Maw and how Guests are brought there, like suspiciously similar, but I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt just this once.

Ep 3:

Episode 3’s Mall is literally just the Signal Tower pre-signal tower. A sentient mass of flesh desperately trying to keep Noone distracted from reality to prevent her from leaving. However, I’ll say that this dream seems to be closer to reality because not only does the Mall pull real things from reality to keep Noone happy, those things are objects that Noone personally knows about and likes. A doll that she’s always wanted, a movie she’s seen 100 times, clothes including the dress she first wore to the institution, etc.

The Mall Signal Tower Flesh Walls are also heavily implied to be near the Ferryman in terms of Power, being one of the only entities to react to his presence and possibly being the thing that pulled Noone into this specific dream just this one time. So the Flesh Walls can definitely come this close to reality, with the Ferryman and (unseen so far) North Wind probably being the only others that can.

Ep 4:

I’d we don’t see a circus in Little Nightmares 3, I’ll eat my own hat. A unique antagonist and location never seen before with no symbolism or any obvious connections to previous monsters. Even the Ferryman fails to appear in this dream. This is obviously a location in the Spiral.

#little nightmares #theory #headcanons #the sounds of nightmares

[foodandfolklore]

Urcuchillay -The Incan Rainbow Llama

You ever seen the Disney movie 'The Emperor's New Groove'? Turns out, it's actually a relatively faithful representation of the Ancient Incan Empire, give or take some Cartoon Hijinks. But you ever thought it was hilariously random the title character was turned into a Llama? Well it turns out, llamas were a very important part of the day to day Incas.

Llamas were where most Inca people got their materials for clothing, as llama (and alpaca) wool is warm and durable. They also ate llamas when needed, and llamas were able to traverse the high cliffs while carrying some cargo. Remember, there were no horses. And though the llama was not strong enough to carry a person or pull a cart, their help was still greatly appreciated.

The god Urcuchillay was a multicolored llama who could control the weather. It was mainly worshiped by farmers since weather would be important to growing crops. If they had log periods of time of bad weather, the Incas would sacrifice llamas to Urcuchillay with hopes to appease them. So knowing this, the fact that Urcuchillay was like a commoner God, makes it all the more funny the self centered emperor was turned into a Llama.

The Story of Urcuchillay

According to Inca mythology, Urcuchillay was considered a benevolent god associated with fertility, agriculture, and the cycles of nature. The Incas believed that Urcuchillay played a role in bringing rain, which was essential for the prosperity of their crops in the Andean highlands.

The story of Urcuchillay is not as extensively documented as some other Inca myths, but it is often recounted in the context of the larger Inca pantheon and their cosmological beliefs. Here is a fictionalized retelling based on the available information:

Long ago, in the high reaches of the Andes, where the air is thin and the mountains touch the sky, there lived a powerful and benevolent god named Urcuchillay. His domain was the realm of rainbows, and his presence brought color and life to the world below.

Urcuchillay was often depicted as a magnificent, llama creature with a body that shimmered in all the hues of the rainbow. His movements were said to be graceful, like the dance of sunlight on raindrops, as he glided through the celestial skies.

The people of the Inca Empire revered Urcuchillay as a deity of fertility and agriculture. They believed that his influence brought forth the rains that nurtured the fertile soil, ensuring bountiful harvests and the prosperity of their communities.

Legend has it that Urcuchillay would emerge after a refreshing rain, his colors vivid against the backdrop of the clear, post-storm sky. Farmers would offer thanks to him, believing that his presence signaled a promise of abundance for the season ahead.

In the heart of the Andean villages, priests conducted rituals to honor Urcuchillay. These ceremonies were vibrant with colors, mirroring the hues of the rainbow god. The Incas believed that by appeasing Urcuchillay, they ensured the continued harmony between the natural world and their agricultural endeavors.

As the seasons turned and the agricultural cycles progressed, Urcuchillay's influence was evident in the flourishing crops that covered the terraced landscapes. The people of the Inca Empire saw his benevolence in the rainbow that arched across the sky, a celestial bridge connecting the heavens to the earth.

While the specific details of Urcuchillay's stories may vary, his role as a symbol of fertility, agriculture, and the life-sustaining rains remains a central aspect of Inca mythology. The reverence for Urcuchillay reflected the deep connection between the Inca people and the natural forces that shaped their lives in the highlands of the Andes.

#Inca #Andes #food and folklore #Llama #folklore #mythology #south america #rainbow #Urcuchillay #alpaca #fairytale #folktale #witch #klickwitch #the emperors new groove

[ivorytome]

Delving into the Depths: A Dark Academic Journey

Greetings, fellow scholars and seekers of knowledge,

Today marks the inception of a new endeavor, as I unveil my Tumblr account, a haven where the intricacies of literature, history, music, nostalgia, and personal opinions converge. Allow me to invite you on a dark academic journey, where the shadows of the past intertwine with the allure of the written word, accompanied by the haunting melodies of forgotten eras.

In the age of fleeting trends and shallow distractions, this realm offers solace to those who yearn for intellectual depth, contemplation, and a respite from the banality of the everyday. Here, we shall explore the vast expanse of human thought and experience, delving into the hidden corners of history and literature, unveiling forgotten narratives that whisper through the ages.

Literature, the mirror that reflects our collective soul, shall serve as our guide. We shall immerse ourselves in the works of long-gone masters, their ink-stained words seeping into our consciousness. From the chilling tales of Poe to the ethereal prose of Woolf, every page will lead us closer to the essence of the human condition. Together, we shall traverse the realms of fiction and non-fiction, discovering hidden gems and reevaluating revered classics.

History, that relentless teacher of the past, shall reveal its secrets to us. We shall unravel the intricacies of bygone eras, witnessing the rise and fall of empires, revolutions, and the enduring struggles of humanity. The echoes of forgotten battles and the whispers of long-dead leaders shall guide our understanding of the present, allowing us to reflect on the complexities of our own times.

But this journey is not limited to the written word alone. Music, the language of emotions, shall be our companion. From haunting classical compositions to the rebellious rhythms of rock 'n' roll, each note shall awaken forgotten sentiments and unlock hidden memories. Let us bask in the melodies that have shaped generations, transporting us to times long gone.

Nostalgia, that wistful longing for days past, shall be the thread that binds us. Together, we shall revisit the cherished relics of our collective memories, reminiscing about the toys, movies, and cultural artifacts that colored our lives. Through shared experiences, we shall celebrate the beauty of nostalgia, cherishing the moments that shaped us into who we are today.

Lastly, this domain shall be a platform for the expression of personal opinions. I encourage open dialogue and respectful debates, for it is through the exchange of ideas that our perspectives expand and evolve. Let us challenge one another, engaging in intellectual discourse that will leave no stone unturned.

So, my dear companions, join me as we embark on this journey through the labyrinthine corridors of knowledge and imagination. Together, we shall traverse the annals of literature, history, music, nostalgia, and opinions, shedding light on the hidden recesses of our shared human experience.

May this Tumblr account become a sanctuary for the curious souls, the lovers of intellectual pursuit, and the seekers of truth. Let our collective quest for knowledge be adorned with the darkness of academia, casting a captivating glow upon our path.

Yours in the pursuit of enlightenment .

@ivorytome

#books and literature #literature #art history

[feroxforged]

The Sailor Song

Time: 8:30pm Where: Community Center Pool in Gwanak-gu

A pit of inky black stared back at Shinseok from his rear view mirror, the ebony lacquer catching the streetlights in a way that made the engravings appear as glowing embers. The mask always consumed his reflection; the tusks and teeth shining, eager for when he'd get his next proper meal and stain them crimson. Tonight it taunted him. He had indulged it, sated more than one urge with a mermaid. A hedonistic celebration to start the night off right. Only allowing himself a nibble as to not remain transformed for too long.

It was too early in their acquaintance to show Niamh that side of him. She had been patient enough with his antics and to potentially give her nightmares felt inconsiderate. He has assigned himself her guide to the splendor of Korea, convinced that her melancholy was from poor company that didn't know how to show her the best of where she was. It would be a stretch to consider that as part of his duties as Regional Director but that didn't stop him from taking pride in the role. She was in his domain and upset so it was only natural that he would correct that.

Which was why he refused to cancel their plans, despite the flashes of an abyss that haunted his vision every time he blinked. He recognized that something was trying to pull itself forward in his mind but he had enough practice pushing those urges away that it was a reflex at this point. Whatever it was would have to try harder.

Apparently she wasn't in the mood for movies either but the new activity was surprising to say the least. Alarming was more appropriate. And a different something tugged from his chest every time he read over her text. They hadn't known each other for that long but he knew this wasn't typical Niamh behaviour. There was always an effort of a brave front, a smile to mask the weight she pretended to ignore. The urge to be submerged growing strong enough that she committed B&E was strange, even for him.

He steeled himself as not to flinch from the ripples of light dancing across the ceiling snatching at his breath. Inhaling deeper, he reminded himself that his lungs were full of air. Not water. It was just a foolish trick of his mind. That mermaid buzz was hitting wrong, that’s all. The pungent chlorine helped keep him grounded as he wrestled down every instinct and approached the pool. "Niamh?" Shinseok scanned around, unaware that his eyes were yet to revert back to normal, the yellow on black sclera practically glowing in the dim light.

#ch: niamh #niamh 002 #islhalloween2022

[mrbottomhat69]

Specific and niche theories I have about the Are You Afraid of the Dark? reboot #1: Trauma theory

(Edited to fully explain Curse of the Shadows and Ghost Island instead of leaving the ideas half-realized)

Okay, so

Each season is a metaphor for or thematically connected to some kind of common trauma or something kids within the age demographic could relate to.

Let me explain.

After watching Carnival of Doom a few times, I interpreted it as a story about abuse and unearthing traumatic memories. Rachel assumed that her nightmares/night terrors were just really hyperspecific, even to the point of mentioning it in her own story almost offhandedly, until it actually came back to haunt her and she had what I could only describe as a precursor to a panic attack at the end of episode 1/beginning of episode 2. In episode 2, while the other midnight society members are generally threatened with their fears that one in each pair had said out loud in the carnival's perimeters, Rachel is almost fucking drowned in the tunnel of love halfway through talking about her emotions with a guy she trusts. Between her and Gavin, neither had mentioned their fears of anything similar during the episode unless Rachel's fear isn't as obvious. Mr. Tophat spends the entire story trying to isolate Rachel as much as possible from people she could easily trust, taking her first friend in a new town, her (probably) first love interest, the only adult that bothered to actively investigate everything, and all of her remaining friends in the climax of the last episode. The only reason she managed to win in the end was because she had friends that stood by her in her lowest moments. There's much more to this that I didn't write, but some of it relies on Freudian analysis of the scorpions and I don't know if that constitutes as valid evidence. It's also been a while since I watched all three episodes in succession.

I interpreted the theme/motif of Curse of the Shadows to be depression, but not obviously. Rather the effects it has on other people. Shadowman is literally a creature born of loss and deep sadness corrupted into a shadow that will kidnap children that enter his domain to fill the void of loss. In the first two episodes, Luke actively blames himself for Connor's disappearance in a way that's similar to how some people blame themselves for the effects of a friend or loved one's depression (taking from personal experience). The second half of the plot hinges on Connor becoming a literal shadow of himself, void of interest in anything other than making sure the rest of the midnight society suffer the effects of the curse (exemplified when Gabby proves Connor isn't who he says he is when he agrees to watch a zombie movie with the others, a genre that the real Connor isn't fond of). During episode 5, a majority of those who end up getting snatched by the shadows end up accepting their fate that they probably wouldn't make it out of there completely unscathed. It's their determination to break the curse that keeps their misery from trapping them. Their solution is to literally go back in time to keep the grief and sadness that caused the shadowman's existence from happening, leading to a literally better and brighter future. It was the midnight society's determination to help each other at their lowest points that lead to a better ending.

Ghost Island actually takes a lot from Curse of the Shadows, but seems to be more about grief and the grieving process. The plot hinges on the connection between Kayla and her dead twin sister Bella. Grief is also a prevalent plot point, whether it's the midnight society members and their feelings about Bella, Max grieving the loss of finding out he's no longer technically alive, Lucia's grief over her dead love kicking off the curse in the first place, or Bella having a conversation with Kayla in the mirror realm about grief and moving on before the climactic end of the series. Even the main villain of this season, Jonas Cutter himself, briefly feels regretful of betraying Lucia before shoving that feeling aside as he shoves Lucia back into room 13's bathroom mirror. The final scene also makes a poignant point, with all of the ghosts gathering around the midnight society's campfire as they tell their first story since Bella's passing and truly continuing both her and the group's legacy.

The point is I could easily make a video essay full of quotes specifically about how prevalent and important I find this theory, since we live in a world where it's becoming more mainstream for children within the show's age demographic to explore their own issues and traumas and talk about them.

Or this is just a fringe theory. I'm not really here to argue about its validity.

#ayaotd #are you afraid of the dark #abuse mention #I spent too much time thinking this out #but when I had the initial realization it hit me like a train #specific and niche theories

[pondjrwi]

Just Roll With It Recap

Riptide Episode 72 - No Fey Home

- They come across a lively carnival, called Kas’s carnival. Chip gets his shoes tied together and says he’s gonna kill whoever did that. Whoever did that will remember this. They frolic for a while being incredibly cheerful. The carnival ticketmaster says that they can enter a ticket pact. They’ll lose something that they won’t miss and won’t know what it is until it’s gone. 

- Gil takes a ticket, and now he has to greet all trees with reverence. Jay takes one and now loves unicorns. Filipe takes one and a pumpkin appears on his hand. Chip wants a ticket for free and apparently an anonymous person bought him one, so he gets it. Gil says hi to a tree and it talks back. Chip is unsettled and thinks his friends have gone crazy. 

- They see a carousel with live unicorns and Jay goes feral. She tries to skip the line but a centaur woman stops her. Chip asks her if this is the feywild; it is. He wants to find someone to help with their bird. If they talk to Northwest, she can help. Chip asks why she’s like this, and she reveals that she made a deal with a hag to find her lost horse. The hag fused her with her horse. Chip wants to help her. The centaur says that if they beat the unicorn’s game, they might be able to help. Many people in the carnival also have been affected by “this” (maybe hags, it’s vague). If she says any more she might be harmed.

- Gil wants to attack the unicorns, but then realizes that the game is actually solving idioms, not fighting. They solve the idioms and the unicorns tell them secrets. Jay has successfully fulfilled her fixation on unicorns so now she has to compliment everyone she meets. She tells Chip that he’s “alright”, which is, according to Chip, the nicest thing she’s ever said to him. Gil has a flower crown that he has to water, but he’s always wet. 

- The unicorn's secrets are that there are 3 hags that rule over the carnival, and if you’re not careful, they’ll take something from you. The hags have the power to turn the centaur into not a centaur. The entrance to their domain is somewhere in the carnival. One of them lives in a swamp, another in a hollowed out tree, and the last in a mountain top theater. Gil sniffs that the unicorn isn’t evil. 

- They go talk to Northwest, the dragonfly ride clerk. They’re an excitable treant who wants stories from the outside world. Chip tell her what the ocean is and that he used to have horrible nightmares. She says that sounds amazing. Gil tries to lay an egg. 

- Northwest says that she came from Prysmir. After it got taken over by hags and a swamp, the Archfey who ruled it said everyone should leave. The owner of the carnival was there for anyone who wanted refuge, dimension-hopping away from Prysmir. 

- One dragonfly, bearing a gnome on it’s back, flies out of control. Jay catches the gnome just as he falls off the dragonfly. The mood and music of the carnival accelerates to match her rescuing him. Chip and Filipe sing A Whole New World as they ride dragonflies together. Filipe wants to join the performers and get money, and Chip thinks that’s an awesome pirate thing to say. Filipe sings [hs musical song] but Chip hasn’t watched that movie and can’t sing along, so the mood of the carnival goes down. 

- Jay compliments the gnome she saved and he immediately falls in love with her. He runs off to get a ring and she runs away. Filipe has been alive for three days, but he insists he’s a man. 

- As they approach the hall of illusions, they see a halfling man propose to his girlfriend. Suddenly the girlfriend falls into uncontrollable laughter and the man runs off into the hall of illusions in embarrassment. Jay walks over and also starts laughing. Chip tries to get her to stop laughing by bringing up all her sad memories and she starts crying through her laughter.

- Gil runs after the halfling and sees a mime, who he doesn’t trust. Gil sees himself in an illusion mirror as a child. Child Gil wears armor that’s too big for him and is a bruised. As he continues, he sees himself aging up into his sixties. But he can’t find the halfling. 

- The uncontrollable laughter wears off and the man’s girlfriend is very worried for her boyfriend. Jay says she’ll marry her instead, but she’s spoken for. The mime mimes that he also wanted to propose once, but his voice was stolen from him and now he’s very sad. He punches their tickets and they go in. 

- They see child versions of themselves. Child Jay has a doll and nice clothes. Child Chip is malnourished and has long, unkempt hair. There’s a stark contrast between well taken care of and not at all. 

- Gil sees the halfling pulled into a mirror by a little girl in a pig mask. He tries to jump in after him but bounces off. Now in the mirror is a much older version of the halfling holding the girl’s hand. The other three come up and he tells them about it. Chip does not want to deal with this and wants to leave. Jay asks the girl if she wants to play, and pulls out the trap mirror. Jay and Gil feel stunned for a minute, then suddenly see the girl in the trap mirror. They blink, and she’s gone. Pretzel is now also gone. 

#riptide recap #jrwi #jrwi riptide

[parodyroyalle]

Markle the sleeper agent

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2018/05/meghan-markle-royal-wedding-prince-harry-paul-bettany-fallon

Old Article

“I think that Meghan Markle might be a sleeper agent for the U.S. government,” Bettany joked. His evidence? “The dad doing the photos thing, it’s like a false-flag event,” he said. “I think the C.I.A.’s involved—everybody. I think Piers Morgan’s involved.”

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I will run with this as a creative exercise.

Foreshadowing of events? 

False narrative to throw off the scent? 

It says in 2018 intelligence are involved. Other reports speculate this as well.  

Timeline update.

Piers Morgan is involved having spoke up publicly

Fake show?

True account?

Which one is it?

Markle PR push narrative for James Bond Girl

Markle PR push narrative for James Bond Villain

Which one is it?

See a theme?

Duck.

Rabbit. 

Demonstrates smoke and mirrors being ‘reflected’ into the public domain . 

Markle is reportedly highlighted on Fringe Junior FBI Agent Amy Jessup (2009).

Timeline lines up 2009 is the year Angelina is reported to have found family.

What is loopy is that Fringe on Wiki reads from Google search lists

FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham is assigned to the bureau's Fringe Division, in which she investigates unusual crimes and occurrences. Assisting Olivia in her investigations are once-institutionalized scientist Dr Walter Bishop, his jack-of-all-trades son, Peter, and FBI Junior Agent Astrid Farnsworth. As the team investigates cases of science gone awry, they discover connections to their own past and to a parallel universe. As the team explores life and solves cases in these interconnected worlds, new discoveries and complications continue to arise. 

Angela/Angelina’s case is unusual yet most adoptee story’s are.

Markle PR push narrative for James Bond Girl vs James Bond Villain

Is a parallel universe. 

Harry was enjoying theater with Hamilton, reportedly

 https://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/prince-harry-breaks-into-king-george-iii-song-at-hamilton/

Bond or Villain

Here is a video called evil genius. 

https://www.messagepoint.com/evilgenius/

loopy message 

Angelina is at the table.

Here is Netflix In Shadow Of The Moon

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8110640/

loopy police mention mob hit, let the game come to you and Angelina is spotted.

detective picks up a bracelet of the infinity symbol. 

Parallel universe message. We are all connected message. 

Infinity symbol is linked. 

Foreshadowing of events?

Could the article be correct that Markle is a spy?

Are these connections communicating two spy’s in action?

Google search Two Spies is a turn-based spy training program where you face off against an opponent in Cold War Europe. Sneak to gain cover, control cities' informants to capture areas of the map, deduce your target's location – or trick them into revealing it – and strike to win the round.

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The CIA has been reportedly working with Hollywood since its inception in 1947 

 Thank you to the original author who dropped the gem.

There are many posts of alleged backers and infiltration. 

I guess that is what they mean ‘things moving behind the scene’. 

Sets hire all types. 

I am of the opinion Harry supports the Queen. Grey suit. 

Is Harry James Bond?

Could Markle be a Bond Girl vs Villain?

PG and I believe Skippy use to remind of the spiritual battle of good and evil.

I smell entrapment, coercion, games, 

New movie on Netflix 

The Grey Men

JMO

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it 9am (for me) you know what that means!!!! I am taking everyone's soul.

So we will be on the vil topic once more because I'm in my vil arc now💪Ahem so I present vil and y/n starring in yako angst arc.

You sat at that vanity mirror looking upon yourself,you eyes looked back at you iridescently hypnotizing you as if they where the sunset.You frown as you watched your eyes,until you snapped out of that hatred when heard him."You shouldn't frown like that" He said in a smooth tone,smoother than the butter you weren't allowed to have with your toast earlier that morning.You hum acknowledging him "I know" you say as you looked at vil in the mirror,his chin lays upon your shoulder while his arms wrapped around you. 'Perhaps today is a good day....?' You thought to yourself with a small smile spread upon your face.

Today vil and you would go to see the airing of his new movie,nothing really new but vil makes an effort to see most of all his movies.You had yourself all dolled up and vil looked rather good today too,even tho vil always looks good he looked better today...maybe it's just your eyes playing tricks on you?

[Half an hour later]

When yall arrived back home you sat on the bed rather ungraceful and took your shoes off.So your eyes weren't playing tricks vil was more nicer than last time yall went out! He never corrected your posture,never pinched your side when you sat your elbows on the table by mistake,never said anything bad about your makeup and he never left your side no matter how many people wanted to talk to him!You felt over the moon! Like you could make this work,that yall are happy together,that was until vil came in saying your name rather intensely.

"Hm? What's wrong vil?"You spoke a bit worried, was he okay? Did he hurt himself or have a new movie request? Countless thoughts plagued your mind until you heard your name again,"Y/n can you listen?" Something in your stomach bubbles and boiled like water when he said that."Oh sorry" he looked at you then spoke again. "I don't think I can work with this" you sat their confused in your mind you feel like crumbling into yourself like paper would,feeling 10x smaller than you were 10 minutes ago. "Work with what?" You mumbled quietly,afraid of the answer he would present with a golden platter like it was a slaughtered pig.

No....no yalls relationship was alright..it was okay.....yall love eachother........yall are fine....

that's that you wanted to thing but you can't change what you say,no matter how hard you try,if you perhaps apologize for being mindless it could buy you time to figure out.

You really fitted the phrase ignorance is bliss like it was a glass slipper didn't you y/n.

"...y/n I think we should part ways,Your performance today showed me."

You felt as if the glass heart you had finally popped under the pressure of what seemed like love but only was pity...

no....

No.....

This isn't right....

My eyes where right.....

You eyes where your prized possession....iridescent eyes that he complimented when yall first met...your eyes saw the love.......those eyes were right they saw it...but that love withered away into nothingness long ago.

"No...." You mumble vil stares at you with the eyes of judgement, The empress card no longer had a soft smile, the empress wasn't happy.Something wet and cold drags itself down your face,you breathing is becoming unsteady and you glass heart is deteriorating.

"No I love you vil....please I don't want to leave you yet...please don't leave me...I want us to work I really do!" Vil always said that begging for things was childish and you have to work for it,but in all reality we are all small kids longing to be adults so we play house or teachers we act grown even tho we aren't.So when we do get older we find we are a child hiding in a old adult body,to be frank vil is still a small child in need attention,in need of love and In need of a spot in this Domain.

"Okay.." vil spoke quietly "we can work this out".

In the span of months yall were darlings in love,what was broken had been fixed using glue and tape yet it seemed brand new.

is

vil using me for the affection he lost in his childhood 😧😧

#answered #arguments be like: if you dont apologize im not gonna give u love until you do #vil: 👁👁

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Beyond Mere Fantasy: How Animation Giants are Crafting Culturally Conscious Epics

Animation Directors Weave Serious Themes into Vivid Storytelling

Modern animation has transcended its reputation as mere child's play. Once primarily considered the domain of cartoons and fantastical creatures, the realm of animated motion pictures is taking on weightier subject matter, merging vivid visuals with thought-provoking themes. At the forefront of this evolution are the latest offerings such as Pixar's Elemental and the sequel to Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Directors Peter Sohn of Elemental and Joaquim Dos Santos, Kemp Powers, and Justin K. Thompson of the new Spider-Man movie are receiving plaudits for their mature and sophisticated storytelling, striking a vibrant balance between high entertainment and meaningful messages.

Confronting Real-World Issues on the Animated Screen

In Elemental, Sohn endeavors to reflect the rich tapestry of an urban metropolis infused with allegories of immigration and community. Born of parents who emigrated from Korea, Sohn interweaves elements of his own heritage and upbringing in the bustling environment of New York. The film revolves around characters that personify the core elements—fire, water, land, and air—coming together in a city where diversity in all its forms is celebrated. Mirroring reality in a fantastical setting allows Sohn to approach delicate issues such as cultural integration and environmental consciousness with a gentle hand, inviting discussions among viewers of all ages. Pixar's narrative ambition continues to shatter the perceived boundaries of animation's capability to tackle complex societal issues.

'Spider-Man' Sequel Swings into Deeper Narrative Webs

The sequel to Into the Spider-Verse isn't merely swinging by to entertain; it's here to resonate with an ever-growing, diverse audience. The trio at the helm of the sequel recognizes the importance of respecting each character's unique background while casting an interconnected web that binds their fates. Dos Santos, Powers, and Thompson don't shy away from layering their storyline with a myriad of serious themes including identity, responsibility, and sacrifice that speak to both young and more mature audiences. Their earnest approach ensures that the characters have depth and humanity, breaking the mold of one-dimensional superheroes.

Navigating New Aesthetic Heights

Beyond thematic maturity, these animated films also dazzle with groundbreaking visual artistry. The Spider-Man sequel pushes the boundaries of traditional comic book aesthetics, constructing a richly animated multiverse that is both refreshingly innovative and nostalgically familiar. The film's commitment to a diverse visual experience is anticipated to add layers of depth to the storytelling, paralleling its narrative aspirations.

Setting the Bar for Animation

What this indicates is a clear signal that the animation industry acknowledges its vast and varied audience. Animated features such as Elemental and the Spider-Man sequel demonstrate an industry ripe for evolution—embracing the challenge of presenting serious, nuanced themes without abandoning the joy and wonder that animation naturally evokes. With their latest works, these directors are not only contributing to a broader cultural conversation but also raising the standards of animated storytelling. Animation no longer just mimics the complexities of life—it delves into them, creating a space for reflection, learning, and empathy. Trailblazers like Sohn and the Spider-Man directing trio are setting the course for an animated future where entertainment and depth go hand in hand, captivating hearts and minds across the generational spectrum. In redefining the genre, they're shaping a narrative legacy that will resonate for years to come. Read the full article

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Why is artificial intelligence appealing?

Artificial intelligence (AI) has captured the imagination of people all over the world. From science fiction movies to cutting-edge research labs, AI promises a future filled with intelligent machines capable of remarkable feats. But what exactly makes AI so appealing? Why does this technology inspire both excitement and trepidation?

1. The Power of Automation

One of the most alluring aspects of AI is its potential to automate tasks. Imagine a world where robots handle the mundane and repetitive, freeing us to focus on more creative and fulfilling endeavors. AI-powered systems can already automate tasks in various industries, from manufacturing to healthcare to customer service.

For example, AI-powered robots can assemble cars with precision and speed, freeing human workers for quality control and design roles. In healthcare, AI can analyze medical scans and recommend treatment plans, assisting doctors in making informed decisions. And in customer service, AI chatbots can answer basic questions and resolve simple issues, freeing up human agents for more complex inquiries.

The potential for automation extends beyond the workplace. Imagine smart homes that adjust the temperature, lighting, and music based on your preferences. Or self-driving cars that navigate city streets safely and efficiently. AI has the potential to make our lives easier, more convenient, and more productive.

2. Enhanced Human Capabilities

AI isn't just about replacing humans; it's also about augmenting our capabilities. AI systems can analyze vast amounts of data and identify patterns that humans might miss. This can be used to improve decision-making in various fields, from finance to scientific research.

For example, AI can be used to analyze financial data and predict market trends with greater accuracy. This can help investors make better decisions about where to allocate their resources. In scientific research, AI can be used to analyze large datasets of experimental data and identify new patterns and relationships that could lead to breakthroughs.

AI can also be used to enhance our physical capabilities. For example, exoskeletons powered by AI can help people with disabilities walk and move more easily. And prosthetics controlled by AI can restore lost limbs and functions.

3. The Quest for General Intelligence

One of the most intriguing aspects of AI is the possibility of creating artificial general intelligence (AGI). AGI is a hypothetical type of intelligence that would be equal to or even surpass human intelligence in all cognitive domains. The development of AGI would be a watershed moment in human history, with profound implications for society as a whole.

While AGI is still a long way off, the continued progress in AI research makes it a possibility worth considering. The potential benefits of AGI are vast. For example, AGI could solve some of the world's most pressing problems, such as climate change and poverty. It could also lead to new forms of art, music, and literature that we can only imagine today.

Of course, the development of AGI also raises concerns about safety and ethics. We need to carefully consider the potential risks of creating intelligent machines that could surpass human control. But if we approach AI development responsibly, it has the potential to create a better future for all.

4. The Mirror of Humanity

In some ways, AI is a mirror to our own humanity. As we strive to create intelligent machines, we are forced to confront questions about what it means to be human. What are the essential qualities that make us human? What makes us intelligent? What are the limits of our own intelligence?

By studying AI, we can learn more about ourselves. We can explore the nature of intelligence, consciousness, and free will. And we can gain a deeper understanding of the human condition.

5. The Unknown Future

Perhaps the most appealing aspect of AI is the unknown future it promises. AI is a rapidly evolving field, and it is impossible to predict where it will lead us. This uncertainty is both exciting and frightening. It opens up endless possibilities for the future, but it also raises concerns about the potential risks of AI.

Ultimately, the future of AI is up to us. We can choose to use AI for good or for evil. We can choose to embrace AI as a tool to improve our lives, or we can fear it and reject it. The choice is ours.

In conclusion, AI is appealing for many reasons. It promises to automate tasks, enhance human capabilities, and even surpass human intelligence altogether. It forces us to confront deep questions about ourselves and our place in the universe. And it opens up a future filled with endless possibilities. As we continue to develop AI, it is important to do so responsibly and ethically, ensuring that this powerful technology is used for the benefit of all humanity.

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DownloadHub: Navigating the Realm of Online Movie Piracy

In the ever-evolving landscape of digital entertainment, the convenience of streaming platforms has become a staple for many consumers. However, this era of accessibility has given rise to a darker side — online piracy. Among the myriad of piracy websites, DownloadHub stands out as a controversial platform, allowing users to download and stream copyrighted content, including movies, TV shows, music, and more, without the appropriate licensing. In this exploration, we will delve into the world of DownloadHub, examining its origins, the legality of its operations, its impact on the entertainment industry, and the ongoing efforts to combat such platforms.

Origins of DownloadHub:

DownloadHub online, like many other piracy websites, shrouds itself in anonymity when it comes to its origins. Pinpointing its inception and identifying those responsible proves challenging due to the clandestine nature of such online platforms. Speculation suggests that DownloadHub may have begun as a modest website catering to the increasing demand for free access to movies and TV shows. Over time, it has morphed into a notorious hub for illegal content distribution.

The website's primary focus lies in providing users with free downloads of the latest Bollywood, Hollywood, and regional language movies. The content is made available in various formats, accommodating a wide range of devices, from smartphones to laptops. DownloadHub's user-friendly interface contributes to its popularity, allowing even the less tech-savvy users to effortlessly find and download content.

Legality and Controversy:

Operating on the fringes of legality, DownloadHub, much like its counterparts, violates copyright laws in numerous countries, including the United States and India. The website uploads copyrighted content without the consent of the creators, distributing it to users for free. This not only impacts the revenue of content creators but also casts a shadow over the entire entertainment industry, affecting actors, directors, and the multitude of individuals involved in content creation.

DownloadHub has not gone unnoticed by legal authorities and copyright protection agencies. Over the years, the website has faced legal actions and takedowns. However, the elusive nature of DownloadHub and similar platforms, often reemerging with new domain names and mirrors, complicates the efforts to permanently eradicate them.

Impact on the Entertainment Industry:

The impact of piracy websites like DownloadHub on the entertainment industry is profound. Massive revenue losses are incurred by the film and music industries when users opt for free, illegal access to the latest content rather than paying for legitimate streaming services or purchasing tickets for movies in theaters. This not only jeopardizes the livelihoods of actors and producers but also hampers the entire creative ecosystem.

Beyond financial ramifications, piracy undermines the integrity of the entertainment industry. It devalues the creative and artistic efforts put into producing content by encouraging its illegal distribution. Content creators invest substantial time, energy, and resources, and piracy threatens the very essence of their work.

Measures Taken to Combat DownloadHub:

Governments and various authorities worldwide recognize the threat posed by piracy websites such as DownloadHub and have implemented several measures to counteract them. These measures include:

Domain Blocking: Authorities frequently block the domain names and mirrors associated with piracy websites to impede user access. However, the resilience of these platforms is evident as they resurface with new domains shortly after being blocked.

Legal Actions: Legal actions are taken against the operators of piracy websites. Some arrests have been made, and operators have faced severe penalties for their illicit activities.

Collaboration with Internet Service Providers (ISPs): Collaboration with ISPs helps block access to piracy websites, making it challenging for users to reach these platforms.

Educational Campaigns: Authorities launch campaigns to educate users about the adverse effects of piracy, encouraging them to opt for legal means of accessing content.

Anti-Piracy Laws: Countries have implemented or strengthened anti-piracy laws to provide a legal framework for prosecuting individuals involved in piracy activities.

Despite these measures, the battle against piracy persists, with new websites and technologies emerging to counteract enforcement efforts.

Conclusion:

DownloadHub exemplifies the pervasive issue of online piracy and illegal streaming, providing users with free access to a vast library of content at the expense of content creators and the entertainment industry at large. Authorities worldwide have been proactive in their attempts to curb such platforms, yet the elusive and adaptive nature of these websites poses persistent challenges.

In this digital age, users must be cognizant of the ethical and legal implications of accessing copyrighted content through platforms like DownloadHub. The entertainment industry relies on revenue from legitimate sources to sustain itself and continue producing high-quality content. Choosing legal streaming services, supporting theaters, and utilizing licensed music platforms not only ensures the industry's prosperity but also safeguards the integrity of the creative process.

In conclusion, DownloadHub and its counterparts underscore the ongoing struggle between copyright enforcement and the constantly evolving landscape of online piracy. The collective efforts of governments, content creators, and consumers are crucial in navigating this complex terrain and ensuring the sustainability of the entertainment industry in the face of digital challenges.

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What Projects Can I Do With Java: 59+ Ideas for Java Enthusiasts

Are you wondering, "What projects can I do with Java?" Well, you've come to the right place! Java is a versatile and powerful programming language used in a wide range of applications, from web development to mobile apps and game development. Whether you're a seasoned developer looking to expand your skills or a beginner eager to start your coding journey, Java has something to offer for everyone.

In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore more than 75 exciting project ideas that you can undertake using Java. These projects cover a wide array of domains and skill levels, ensuring there's something for every aspiring developer. So, let's dive into the world of Java and uncover the endless possibilities it offers.

1. Web Development

Website Development: Create dynamic and interactive websites using Java's web framework, such as Spring or JavaServer Pages (JSP).

E-commerce Platform: Build a fully functional e-commerce website with features like product listings, shopping carts, and secure payments.

Content Management System (CMS): Develop a user-friendly CMS to manage and update website content easily.

Blog Platform: Craft a custom blog platform with features like user accounts, comments, and multimedia content.

Social Media Clone: Build a simplified version of your favorite social media platform.

Web Scraping Tool: Create a Java-based web scraping tool to gather data from various websites.

2. Mobile App Development

Android Apps: Java is the primary language for Android app development. Design your own Android apps for various purposes.

iOS Apps: Use Java through cross-platform development tools like React Native to create iOS applications.

3. Desktop Applications

Inventory Management System: Develop an application to efficiently manage inventory for businesses.

Text Editor: Create a lightweight text editor with features like syntax highlighting.

File Explorer: Build a Java-based file explorer with advanced file management capabilities.

Media Player: Craft a media player to play audio and video files.

4. Game Development

2D Platformer: Dive into game development with a classic 2D platformer game.

Chess Game: Code a chess game with AI opponents for a challenging gaming experience.

Puzzle Games: Develop various puzzle games, such as Sudoku or a sliding tile puzzle.

Role-Playing Game (RPG): Create an RPG with engaging storylines and character development.

Simulation Games: Craft simulation games like farming, city-building, or flight simulators.

5. Networking

Chat Application: Design a real-time chat application using Java sockets.

FTP Client: Create a File Transfer Protocol (FTP) client for efficient file sharing.

Network Scanner: Build a tool to scan and discover devices on a network.

Proxy Server: Develop a proxy server to manage and route network requests.

6. Data Analysis

Data Visualization: Create interactive data visualization tools for better data understanding.

Data Analytics Dashboard: Build a comprehensive analytics dashboard for business insights.

Stock Market Analysis: Develop a Java application to analyze stock market trends and make predictions.

Weather App: Create a weather forecasting application that fetches data from online sources.

7. Robotics and IoT

Home Automation: Design a Java-based system to automate tasks in your home.

Smart Mirror: Create a smart mirror that displays useful information like time, weather, and news.

Robot Control: Build software to control and program robots using Java.

IoT Device Integration: Connect and control IoT devices through a Java application.

8. Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning

Chatbot: Develop a chatbot with natural language processing capabilities.

Recommendation System: Create a recommendation engine for products, movies, or music.

Image Recognition: Build an image recognition application using machine learning models.

Predictive Text: Develop a predictive text input system that suggests words as you type.

9. Scientific Computing

Scientific Calculator: Craft a feature-rich scientific calculator with graphing capabilities.

Physics Simulations: Create simulations for physics experiments and phenomena.

Chemistry Tools: Develop tools for chemical calculations and reactions.

10. Security and Encryption

Password Manager: Design a secure and user-friendly password manager.

Cryptography Tools: Build encryption and decryption tools for data security.

Firewall Application: Create a firewall application to protect networks from threats.

11. Art and Graphics

Digital Art Generator: Develop an application that generates digital art or drawings.

Fractal Generator: Create intricate fractal patterns using Java.

Image Editor: Build a basic image editing tool with features like cropping and filters.

12. Education and E-Learning

Quiz App: Design a quiz application with a variety of questions and quizzes.

Language Learning App: Create an app to help users learn a new language.

Math Tutor: Develop a math tutoring application for students of all ages.

13. Finance and Budgeting

Expense Tracker: Craft an application to manage personal or business expenses.

Financial Calculator: Develop a financial calculator for loans, investments, and savings.

14. Health and Fitness

Workout Tracker: Create an app to track workouts and fitness progress.

Calorie Counter: Build a calorie tracking application for maintaining a healthy diet.

15. Music and Sound

Music Player: Develop a music player with playlist management and equalizer features.

Soundboard: Create a soundboard for fun audio effects.

16. Utilities

Unit Converter: Design a unit conversion tool for various measurements.

Task Manager: Craft a task manager application for productivity and time management.

Barcode Scanner: Build a barcode scanner for product information retrieval.

17. Accessibility

Screen Reader: Develop a screen reader to assist visually impaired users.

Text-to-Speech Converter: Create a text-to-speech application for audio output.

18. Environmental Projects

Weather Station: Build a weather station using sensors and data visualization.

Air Quality Monitor: Create a system for monitoring air quality in your area.

19. Social and Networking

Events Planner: Design an app for planning and managing events and gatherings.

Forum or Discussion Board: Build a platform for discussions and online communities.

20. Miscellaneous

Recipe Book: Craft a digital recipe book for cooking enthusiasts.

Library Management System: Create software for managing library resources.

Virtual Assistant: Develop a Java-based virtual assistant to answer questions and perform tasks.

Now that you have a plethora of project ideas to choose from, it's time to get started on your Java coding journey. Remember that the key to a successful project is not just the end result but also the learning experience along the way. So, pick a project that excites you, challenges your skills, and helps you grow as a Java developer.

Whether you're aiming to bolster your portfolio, gain real-world coding experience, or simply have fun, these "What Projects Can I Do With Java" ideas are sure to inspire you. So, roll up your sleeves, fire up your favorite Java Integrated Development Environment (IDE), and embark on your next coding adventure today!

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