#my computers about to die ToT

[arriathedragon]

Hey I watched Nimona so. Here she is lol. As a Genderfluid/Non-binary person who identifies as a literal dragon i have never, and I mean NEVER felt more intensely towards a piece of media.

Also her eyes are so good. Just- In general. Love the style.

#nimona #digital art #fanart #art #arriathedragon #arriathedragon's art #Nimona Fanart #nimona movie #nimona netflix #sketch #doodle #sketching #my computers about to die ToT #lol

[crusty-chronicles]

Uhhhh i kinda just wanted to put some ideas I’ve had when reading ur ging hcs since I was kinda imagining y/n towering over ging just cuz 🤷

Like giving ging nicknames like papa Smurf, minion, short stack or patty cake, in an endearing way of course or just the reader suddenly picking him up if he’s being stubborn over stupid shit and dragging him around despite the little collar backpack?? Thing he put in us so we don’t get lost . Maybe like crouching in the ugliest way possible or getting on the ground to see eye to eye cuz I was thinking like he would have to Crain his neck up since he would only be able to see our Tatas or something idk this is kinda dum 😍🗡️

No, you are so right. Gings just exudes short king vibes and in this specific scenario, he's gotta have a himbo or Amazonian S/o. You ever see a mastiff just drag the owner across a yard? That's Ging if he doesn't use nen to keep you still. This is y'all and I will die on that hill.

Can confirm he goes flying if Y/n sees something cool and runs towards it. Like he'll be talking to vendor and all of a sudden he's being dragged through the town because you saw a butterfly.

He learned his lesson so everytime you go out, he's constantly using nen so he's prepared when you pull. (Definitely dislocated his shoulder a few times.)

Can totally see them calling Ging fun sized when they want to embarrass him. Also Papa SMurf???? Has me cackling. Definitely when Y/n finds out about Gon.

I feel like in this specific scenario, Y/n has too much golden retriever energy to really tease Ging about his height. Like it does not compute for them that he's a little stinker.

However- they will use cutesy terms when describing him.

"Ging? You mean my little guy? My tiny tater tot? My grumpy little armrest?"

And he hates it.

Does not like when you stand behind him because he is in titty range and it's emarrasing. In private tho? He's cuddling. The masterlist header? That's him.

If he ever gets upset and you pick him up, he's seething.

"Put me down and let me kick this guy's ass!!!"

"No, he didn't do anything."

He will bite if you don't put him down.

You ever see Chucky kicking his little legs???? Ging when you carry him away from fighting randos.

Also this-

You cannot tell me his Airheaded S/o wouldn't do this for him. And you cannot tell me the zodiacs wouldn't make fun of him for it. But this is the one time he does not give a shit.

They're just jealous🙄🙄🙄

He's also very shocked that you managed to do this without cutting yourself. But hey, at least there's a brain in there.

Gets pouty if his lunch doesn't look like this.

"Are we breaking up or something?"

"I'm sorry, I broke my alarm so I didn't wake up." 🥺

"Well get it fixed! Hell, I'll buy you a new one! My sandwiches aren't gonna cut themselves into hearts!"😤😤😤

#conversations with crusty #for my beloved followers #writing tings #ging x reader #airhead s/o

[thespamman24]

what is your favourite form of potato?

I’m glad you asked! These are all the different forms of potatoes, ranked worst to best:

18. Potato Salad

Potato salad is the opposite of fruit salad. Number one: mayonnaise. Mayonnaise is the most pointless liquid in the universe, and I like on the same planet as piss. Second off, there’s a right way to do onions and a wrong way. Potato salad does it the wrong way. Overall, potato salad is far too wet. It sticks to my mouth like a blood sucking parasite. However, instead of sucking blood, it just sucks joy.

17. Just a Raw Potato

Too hard. Tastes just like how it looks. I tell raw potatoes just what I told my ex, “call me back when you’ve been near a fire for a long time and also have been lightly salted.

16.  Potato Bread

Why would you do that? This is an offense to nature.

15. Baked Potatoes

Baked potatoes have the flavor of a Lewis Capaldi song. Sure, it’s one of the most basic form of potato, but that’s what makes it so boring. It’s like playing as Mario in Smash.

14. Smashed Potatoes

Mashed potatoes, but with the lovecraftian horror of potato skins in the potatoes added in.

13. Mashed Potatoes

Everytime I eat mashed potatoes I’m disappointed. They look so creamy and frothy and then I eat it and it tastes like how airplanes smell.

12. Hasselback Potatoes

These ain’t much different than baked potatoes, but there’s something about the insane amount of slicing that is so…alluring, sexual perhaps. The amount of slicing is just so utterly ridiculous you know that something must be going on. However, these are just one trick ponies.

11. Gnocchi

Gnocchi tastes good, but their appearance reminds me of maggots.

10. Potato Wedges

What french fries would be like if they were mid.

 9. Potato Skins

I like skin.

8. Potato Chips

Ohhh yeah…now we’re getting into the good stuff. A massive jump up in quality from previous offerings. Who doesn’t like potato chips? They set your mouth on fire, they turn your lips into deserts, they cut your tongue, and it’s amazing.

7. Patatas Bravas

Hey, what if potatoes, but spicy? Absolutely genius idea Spain, gold star for you. These taters will set you on fire in all the best ways, and they may also cure erectile dysfunction. You never know with potatoes. These are, without a doubt, the Kid A of potatoes.

6. Scalloped Potatoes

The answer to the question, what if hasselback potatoes but we added other tricks to the pony? And boy oh boy does this pony have tricks! Cream and onions and sunshine and rainbows and all the love in the world.

5. Hash Browns

How can one bite into a hash brown without instantly being teleported to somewhere where there are a lot of hashbrowns?

4. Latkes

Ain’t no party like a Hanukkah. Obviously, everything is better when you smother it in oil and then set it on fire a bit.

3. Roasted Potatoes

Fuck yeah. I like my potatoes like I like my woman, set on fire for extended periods of time. At least, I assume that’s what roasted means. Nevertheless, roasted potatoes are juicy, succulent delights.

Tater Tots

Now, sure, your ordinary elementary school cafeteria tater tots might not be anything special. However, those fancy deluxe tater tots? Those are to die, kill, maim, torture, and break the geneva convention for. Every bite just oozes with untold amounts of flavor.

Truely, tater tots are the OK Computer of potato forms.

French Fries

One of the greatest foods known to man. One bite of a single french fry is enough to make all your worries melt into a puddle and then fall down the drain.However, it is here that we must rank the various kinds of french fries.

1d. Normal french fries

Great, but ordinary, like a warm blanket or a cup of hot cocoa. Not anything groundbreaking, but enjoyable nonetheless.

1c. Curvy French Fries

I am literally salivating. Oh god…so good.

1b. Waffle French Fries

One of the best things ever created. Second only to…

1a. Garlic French Fries!

Garlic French fries are the best things ever because garlic.

[hnderyx]

wayv’s reaction to their s/o taking care of them when they’re sick

love your blog :))

WayV’s Reaction to Their S/O Taking Care of Them When They’re Sick!

Hehe, thank you <3 I’m sorry about it not being too active recently, but I’m trying to pick it up again.

Kun:

He gives me such a warm vibe

We all know that Kun is one of the members of NCT that care for the rest of boys.

A member of the Mom Squad™, if you will.

So when he falls ill and is unable to take care of himself due to a high fever and dizziness, he almost insists that he tries so he doesn't become a burden to you.

"You don't need to care for me, you know, y/n. I can do it myself..."

"Kun, you can't even stand for a minute without becoming dizzy. Just relax and stay in bed... Let someone take care of you for once."

He's the type that even on a sick day, he feels useless unless he's doing something.

Or feels as if he NEEDS to be doing something.

You'll have to reassure him that he can spend the day in bed.

His heart goes soft when you bring him food and drinks you've prepared yourself.

"Thank you so much for taking the time for this, y/n... It means a lot."

Ten:

I think that Ten would kind of just relish in the fact that you're taking care of him.

He's so thankful that you are, honestly.

He's pretty confident that if you weren't taking care of him, he'd be a malnourished husk with a flu in bed.

"What would I do without you, y/n?"

"Well... I assume right now you'd be a dehydrated mess and feeling worse because of it."

When you bring him food or your special lemon tea with honey he finds it so comforting.

He may complain about the symptoms more than just trying to rest.

All in all, you're both relieved when he starts to feel better.

"I love you... Thank you for taking care of me. You really made me feel like a prince... A hella sick one but a prince nonetheless."

Winwin:

This gif makes me giggle. He's so cute.

I think Sicheng would want to be a bit more independent when sick.

I can't see him as the type that would want people to do things for him unless it's really necessary.

So when he's really down with the flu and the poor boy doesn't even have the muscle strength to get up and get himself a glass of water, it really impacts him.

"Thanks for taking the time to care for me, sweetheart... I know it's a lot of work and I should really be taking care of myse-"

"Sicheng, I have no complaints about caring for you. You're sick and I'm your other half so of course I'll take care of you."

He may feel guilty about being unable to do anything, so he'll need reassurance like Kun that's it's alright for him to relax and just have someone else worry about him for a little bit.

"When you get sick, I'll take care of you just as well as you took care of me."

Lucas:

Lucas would really depend on you when he's sick

I mean, you'd be his safe place, right?

So when he's in bed, tissues tossed everywhere as he whines because of the lack of nose breathing he's doing

You bring him a lot of comfort as you lay next to him

"I can't breathe through my nose, y/n... I don't want to become a mouth breather.."

"Do you want me to get out the Navage so you can clear your sinuses, then?"

"No. I don't want my brain tickled. I'll just live with mouth breathing for now..."

He never forgets to tell you how much it means to him that you take care of him.

And if you get sick from caring for him, he'll take care of you in return.

"Just hopefully the cold doesn't cycle between us..."

Xiaojun:

Xiaojun hits me as the type of guy that would try to brush off feeling unwell until the last moment.

For example, trying to power through the day with a terrible headache until he finally realizes that the headache has won the fight.

So when he's coughing terribly and has a stuffy nose, you have to convince him to stay home.

"y/n, I told you I'm fine," he croaks out before coughing.

"Look at you. You can't even speak a sentence, Dejun. Just stay home for today... Let me take care of you."

After you brew him some tea with honey and make some warm soup for him, he finally starts to admit he's feeling a bit under the weather.

"Maybe you were right... Thanks for making me stay home. I don't think I could've made it through the day."

Hendery:

When sick, Hendery is kind of like an obedient child

He'll do anything you say just to make himself feel better

I mean, who even likes being sick?

Tell him that he needs to have his soup and immediately go have a nap for his body to try and work out the cold

Man will immediately do that

"I just want to feel better, y/n..."

He's clingy too, he just wants to lay down with you and have you gently stroke his hair

Will update you on any symptoms as soon as possible

May also be the type to Google his symptoms and thinks he's going to die from a small chest cold

"It says here that I have tuberculosis! The symptoms match up"

"Hendery, if you had tuberculosis, your doctor would've sent you immediately to the hospital when you saw him on Monday."

"That's true..."

Yangyang:

Yangyang, along with Ten, would relish in having you take care of him

I mean, we all know how he tries tot get the rest of the members of WayV to bring him stuff all the time

He'd probably spend his sick day in front of his computer

"Yangyang, why don't you rest? You can't game all day..."

"Why not, y/n? What's the difference between being in bed and sitting at my desk?"

He'll try to show you that he's feeling better than he actually is

And by that I mean, he just wants you to think that he's not weak and that a cold can't bring him down

For example, if he gets a migraine, he'll try to pass it off as just a small headache and he'll be "fine"

Until it gets unbearable

It gets so bad, poor guy can't even read without having white splotches all over his vision

Finally, then he'd admit that he really needs to lay down and have a nap/rest

"You were right, y/n... If I just listened to you, I wouldn't be here suffering from a migraine..."

#wayv #wayv reactions #wayv imagines #nct #nct reactions #nct imagines #wayv kun #wayv ten #wayv winwin #wayv lucas #wayv xiaojun #wayv hendery #wayv yangyang

[aotimagines]

Aperture [1]

Hey. Remember when this blog hit 5,000 followers and I mentioned I was going to be writing something self-indulgent? The moment has finally arrived, lol. The idea spiraled way out of control before I could stop myself so here we are. This is probably not what the anon meant when they sent this in, but I couldn’t stop myself from plotting this story out. It’ll probably have around 8-10 chapters and I want to be realistic and say I’ll be able to update frequently, but there are no promises. My goal is for a new chapter every two weeks, but it’ll probably be closer to once a month. It will contain NSFW at some point, so minors do not interact. To the anon who sent this request in almost a year ago, I am so sorry this has taken me this long to write. I apologize and hope that this suffices. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

“Could you lift your head and look towards the camera, please?”

Your breath was nearly whisked away from your lungs at the sight of your model’s eyes flickering towards you, the intensity swirling behind his irises rooting you to your spot. They reflected the ocean itself—deep, vibrant, and tumultuous just like rolling waves and you felt yourself drowning at sea. You could barely tear your eyes away from his ethereal beauty; from the sharp angle of his jaw, to his sinewy, sun-kissed skin. Each and every ripple of muscle resembled someone akin to a Greek statue over real life and the longer you looked at your model, the more difficult it became to stop your eyes from gazed lower…

Immediately, you brought your camera back up to your eye to conceal your reverie and took another photo, peeling the camera back to examine the frame you had just taken with more intense than you should have. “Great!” Your voice came out rushed and quick—high and pitchy. You wanted to die right then and there on the spot, but you needed to act more professional even if you couldn’t resist the temptation to ogle your client’s perfectly sculpted, perfectly nude body.

It was wrong. It was beyond heinous but, the instant Eren Jaeger walked out to your photoshoot and shed his robe, his stunning looks had been on your mind. As a professional photographer, you had seen your fair share of models, both nude and not, so why were you acting so ridiculous? There was something undeniably electric about Eren and the way he was able to express so much emotion through his eyes alone. After having worked with him for only an hour, you could definitely see why he was scouted to be a model. There was an air of shyness that radiated off him despite the wave of confidence that brimmed so brightly from within. It was cute, which felt foreign and almost like an insult when thinking about the man standing before you.

Still, you needed to maintain your composure and do your job. You could allow yourself to be dazzled by your model for a moment, but now you needed to get back to work. Standing, you exchanged a friendly smile with Eren and motioned to his hands, pointing out, “Do you mind if we get some close-up shots of the watch? I know the campaign said that they wanted a full body shot, but I’d like to give some other options…”

“Sure,” he agreed, his electric gaze never leaving your face even as he held out his wrist and loosened the tension. Immediately, you snapped into your role as the photographer and began taking photos, unaware that you inching several steps closer.

Captivated with the elegance of his long, deft fingers, you became enraptured in your own little world and mindless gave instruction and praise, your prior embarrassment all but gotten. You were unaware of the way Eren’s eyes were glued to your every expression; the way your tongue would push through your lips as you found an angle or shape you liked. As exhilarated as you were to photograph him, Eren was, in kind, just as thrilled to way the way you worked. It was difficult tot keep cool and focus on his job with the way you moved around him, the sheer delight across your face almost tangible. He had been subjected to many photographers, some good and bad, but never…

“Okay!” Your voice dragged him from his thoughts, your lips curved into a soft, gentle smile. “I think we got it? Good work, Eren. You were great.”

“Ah—thanks,” he replied, the fabric of his robe hitting his shoulders before he realized it. One of the assistants must have gotten it for him and it took him all but five seconds to realize that he was still standing before you, naked. His cheeks heated up, a tennis ball lodged in the back of his throat, but he managed to force out, “You were a good photographer. It was, uh…easy to follow your instruction.”

You were positively beaming by the time he glanced at your face, eyes wide and sparkling. “Thank-you! That means a lot, especially since I’m kind of new to working on a professional set and everything.”

“Seriously!” Eren couldn’t believe that he was still continuing the conversation—continuing to praise you, a complete and utter stranger—but here he was. Eren was not the type of person to be physically attracted to anyone right off the bat, but there was something so…mesmerizing about you that he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking. “It was a nice shoot. I didn’t even realize we were here for a couple hours.”

“Me either,” came your confession, camera clutched between your hands. “You take direction really well. Oh!” As if an idea just came to your head, you moved to the monitors behind the lights and popped out your SD card, gently sliding the chip inside the reader. Angling your chin, you glanced up at his features, your eyes shining with complete and utter excitement. “Want to see some of the shots? I usually offer to let the models see so they can view the before and after.”

“Uh…” Eren contemplated it for a moment, his mind very cognizant of the fact that he was still only wearing a robe. You seemed completely oblivious to it, which dashed some of his prior thoughts. A moment passed by until he cracked a smile and moved closer to gaze down at the computer monitor. “Sure. I don’t really get a chance to see what I can improve on, or anything.”

Your fingers clicked open the file folder, pulling up the images you had taken not even ten minutes ago. Scrolling through, your eyes darted from one side of the screen to the other as if making mental notes about which ones you wanted to save for editing, later. “Here—this one is really nice,” you said, double-clicking the image until it was pulled up for Eren to see. Despite his nudity being on full display, Eren couldn’t help but notice how…tasteful it was done. Truly, like mentioned in the job description, his focus was on the multitude of watches adorning his wrist, but there was something else about it that…

It was like you had managed to dig deep inside of him and photograph his soul; his emotions. Everything was displayed in his eyes and it took Eren a second to recognize himself. His silence made you worry, hastily bringing up, “Of course, they will look better with editing in post, but—”

Eren shook his head, cutting off your explanation before you could really begin. “No, it’s—it’s not that! Really, the photos are…” He floundered for the right word to describe what you had created; what you had managed to pull out of him and then captured on film. No other photographer had managed that before, so to see himself like that was a little…

“It’s different,” he concluded, gaze still lingering on the images on the screen. “I’m not used to seeing myself look like that. You’re an amazing photographer and I’m sort of struggling to come up with a better compliment than that.”

Visibly, you relaxed upon hearing his praise, pride swelling inside your chest when you realized that he liked the photos. “It makes it easier when my model is able to pull from within, too,” you countered, finally looking up at him after what felt like an eternity. Eren’s eyes met yours and it was like a magnetic field was drawing you closer to him, but you refrained from your urges and settled for exiting out of the photos. It took everything inside of you to swallow back the attraction and fascination that was bubbling inside of you, which only made you antsy and anxious to begin the editing process.

“Anyways, I should let you get dressed. I’m sure you’re itching to get out of here.”

“Ah, right.” Reluctantly, Eren broke eye contact first and stretched, the fabric of his thin robe inching higher against his toned thighs. You jerked your head away from him to conceal the heat crawling across your cheeks and praised whatever deity above that Eren hadn’t paid any attention to your sudden shy demeanor. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before exhaling deeply and walking off, leaving you to skim through the multitude of images you had taken.

A period of time passed because, the next thing you knew, Eren was back by your side, his silky, chocolate-colored tresses pulled back into a bun that rested at the nape of his neck. Small hairs framed his face, only fanning the fuel to his already handsome, boyish looks. You swallowed thickly and offered a smile, rising from your chair to ask, “You heading out?”

“Yeah, but I actually wanted to ask you something, first…” Eyebrow quirked, you watched Eren rock back and forth on his feet, a nervous energy teeming off of him. While the two of you knew nothing about each other outside of first and last names, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was typical behavior. He seemed to self-assured whenever he spoke. Was there something wrong with the photos after all? Before you could ask, Eren’s hand shot out and encircled around your wrist, preventing you from turning away or moving back to your computer screen. “Listen,” he pressed closer, temporarily catching you off guard with how bold he was being, “there’s a party happening later tonight. I really don’t want to go, but my manager said it’d be good for connections and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“Why?” The question escaped your mouth before you could process what was happening, confusion written across your features. You didn’t pull away from his touch, however, and repeated after a moment of clarity, “You barely know me, Eren. We’re strangers. Shouldn’t you invite one of your friends?”

Eren fell silent for a moment before an uncharacteristic smirk danced across his lips. There was something fierce about the glimmer in his eyes and his body language exuded an amount of confidence he had only displayed the instant his eyes locked with your camera lens earlier that afternoon. He leaned in closer, studying the way your face heated up, before murmuring in a low tone, “I saw the way you were looking at me, earlier.”

Embarrassed, you averted your eyes to the ground. “I’m—I’m sorry! Really, I sometimes get lost in my work and you are beautiful, so I…got swept away. It was unprofessional and I swear it won’t happen again, if we happen to work together.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” Eren chuckled, the sound so dizzying that you felt yourself drawn to it—to him—like a moth circling a flame. This was a dangerous game you two were playing and you weren’t sure what kind of out come Eren was looking for. Rather, he released your hand and stepped back, the intensity gone and replaced with a softer, kinder smile. “I liked your photos,” he simply stated, his hand resting against his hip as he continued to stare at you. “And you liked what you were able to get out of me. I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to each to know one another.”

“Professionally?”

“Both,” he easily quipped with a shrug of his shoulders.

You ran a hand through your hair, teeth catching your inner cheek. “I don’t know.”

“How about this.” Eren reached for the sharp on your desk and ripped the cap off with his teeth, balancing the piece of plastic between his two lips. Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand again and began to write numbers into your palm, a string of digits staring back up at you. “When you decide what you want to do, you can text me. Even if you don’t want to go with me, specifically, it’d be a good idea to make connections. You said yourself that you’re new to the industry.”

You had said that, didn’t you? Eren’s number stared up at you, silently replaying your words from earlier like a broken record until a heavy, shaky sigh pulled from your lips. You didn’t know what his intentions were, but you figured that you could worry about that, later. Even if you couldn’t decipher Eren’s true nature, the prospect of getting your name out to more people in the industry was too tempting to ignore. “But what do I wear?” you asked weakly, watching as Eren’s features lit up like a light.

“It’s cocktail, but whatever you have should be fine. I really don’t care about what other people are wearing, either way.”

You couldn’t help but laugh genuinely at this, pointing out with amusement dripping from your tone, “Aren’t you a fashion model? Shouldn’t you care about stuff like that?”

Eren scoffed, lips twisted into a smile. “Nah. That kind of stuff is stupid.”

“But then why…?” You stopped, shook your head, and moved to the desk where your cellphone rested. Holding it up, you tilted your head to the side. “So, I’ll text you? I’ll need an address, you know.”

Eren’s name was being called from across the building—probably whoever he brought with him, you noted—but his eyes still lingered on you even as he began to step away. “It’s for seven-thirty. See you!”

You watched as he jogged away until he was completely out of sight, your heart hammering against your ribs repeatedly. You weren’t sure what the hell had just transpired, but the area where his fingers brushed your skin tingled pleasantly as an aftershock effect.

You were way, way in over your head.

#eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren scenarios #eren jaeger imagines #eren imagines #snk imagines #aot imagines #mod elle #idk what else to tag this as #i hope you guys enjoy #srry for all the eren content later #but i warned y'all that i was going to be a lil self indulgent and here it is lol

[bandaged-writer]

Hi! Can I request some falling in love headcanons for Dazai and Mori (seperately) with a fem reader? What would take for them to love someone? How will they react when they realise that they do? Thank you!

I hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Warnings: mentions of suicide, because it’s Dazai

Dazai Osamu

➤ Dazai said it himself that he likes all women, therefore he doesn’t exactly have a type when it comes to appearance. What’s more important to him are your intentions, the way you think, what makes you tick – everything that makes up the constellation of your mind.

➤ Someone who’s genuinely kind would probably draw his attention the most, similar to Oda and Atsushi who Dazai also feels drawn to. Kindness is easy to read and has no ulterior motive other than making people feel appreciated or to spread some positivity in such a negative world. It’s so interesting for him, because Dazai was probably raised by Mori for the majority of his life and was taught to always find some kind of profit or gain something from the person opposite of him. But you? You don‘t want anything but a simple thank you, although these words are of no use to anyone.

➤ Please, care about him and for him. Dazai has probably never received the care a normal child or teenager usually experiences and even as an adult, everyone is so used to Dazai being reckless that no one actually cares if he disappears, drowining in the river, etc. It’s easy to catch him off-guard when you scold him for another suicide attempt and tell him that he does mean something to you, ask if he’s recently changed his bandages or just bring him something from the Uzumaki coffee shop below the Agency. Dazai will definitely appreciate it, although he doesn’t understand why exactly you react so differently compared to everyone else.

➤ Talking of not understanding other people: You don’t have to understand his train of thought or his plans for missions, he doesn’t expect you to. But you have to put your entire trust in Dazai even if his strategy sounds like pure suicide.

➤ Realizes he’s falling for you when he stops asking you for a lovers‘ suicide. Yes, Dazai is still hung up on the idea of committing a pure, cheerful and energetic suicide that doesn’t bother anyone and preferably with a pretty lady by his side. But you’ve told him about your hopes, dreams, past and said all these factors with such pure trust that Dazai can’t find it in him to let you die. He’s responsible for a lot of crimes and tragedies, but he doesn’t think he could stand the responsibilty of having taken away everything you are. And so, his request stops. Towards any woman, for that matter. Why should he flirt with anyone when his heart was already drawn to someone else?

➤ Dazai doesn’t say anything about his feelings right away, though. He analyzes if you perhaps feel the same way about him by watching you a bit more intently, learning your body language and sees if your gaze towards him is any different, if your touch lingers longer than before, if you blush around him or whenever his name is dropped in a conversation.

➤ Possibility of falling into denial. He used to be a mafia executive, is a man with the blood of many on his hands and committed countless of crimes in the past. Not only that, but Odasaku did tell Dazai that there was nothing which could fill that lonely hole in his heart, so why should you be able to change that? Could you change it at all? Odasaku was an incredibly perceptive man who was the first person to understand Dazai, so why should Oda be wrong about his last words? Dazai denies himself of the possibilty of letting you into his life.

➤ Whines Kunikida’s ear off of wanting to date you, but giving ridiculous reasons why he can’t bring himself to do it. “If you complain about wanting to court [Name] one more time, I’ll sew that mouth of yours shut so you’ll never get to do it at all.“

➤ “Kunikida, I can still write it.“

➤ If he falls into denial, you need to confront him about it and do not let Dazai joke it off. You noticed that something about Dazai was off when he stopped his flirting attempts or quit shoving his reports to someone else and did them himself though slowly and with still some dramatic whining. When you don’t let him off the hook, Dazai will eventually spill the beans.

➤ “Spit it out, what’s wrong with you? I promise I won’t tell anyone.“

➤ “You, my belladonna, are giving me such an incredibly hard time by making me want to take you out on a lovely date, but what kind of mere man could dare to court a beauty of your caliber?!“

➤ Despite Dazai’s theatrical act, you know it’s his way of being somewhat vulnerable and confess your feelings as well. It’s at that moment when Dazai drops the dramatic facade and properly asks you out with a soft smile on his face, seeing the chance of the lonely hole in his heart slowly being filled.

Mori Ougai

➤ Is definitely attracted to someone who has her own head, knows what she wants and carry through with her words. Mori has no interest in someone who he can use like a doll whenever he wants, but wants someone who can think and dares to talk back to him, make suggestions on how to run the mafia and bring good arguments on why certain things should be changed, why supplier xy could harm the mafia, etc.

➤ Mori quickly takes a liking to someone with rational thinking, but also questions it, searches for several solutions to a problem and choose the one with the least casualties and the most profit. It takes some self-reflection and courage to disregard your usual way of thinking and admit that maybe the solution you don’t like is the most optimal one. It shows that you’re capable of putting your own ego or even desires aside for the sake of something bigger.

➤ You have to be loyal to the bone. No questions asked.

➤ Grows a soft spot for you when you play with Elise and she actually gets along with you. Mori is an absolute sucker for Elise laughing and being happy, so whenever the girl laughs because of you while drawing or playing some game while he’s busy with paperwork, Mori admits that you must be an interesting person. After all, Elise doesn’t pay everyone much mind or ignores their presence. However, Elise seems to really enjoy your presence.

➤ Falling for someone is something curious. Feelings develop before one can notice they grew, and so Mori sees you in his office more often and finds your presence to be surprisingly pleasant. Instead of talking about the mafia’s business, the conversation becomes more personal and you let him in on your private life, not thinking too much of it.

➤ Conversations vary between the two of you. It can be something as trivial as Mori complaining about his coffee tasting funny to more philosophical questions such as why people are born without their consent, why death is important, why people are so humane although the brain is built like a computer filled with data. It keeps Mori’s brain going and he likes the change of pace of not having to talk in a business way all the time.

➤ Mori’s out shopping with Elise and finds himself stopping at a sun dress for women, not girls. It catches Elise’s attention and she immediately knows what’s up. She personally witnesses how much time Mori spends with you and how he stopped using you as a mere pawn for his chess games. “Are you seriously thinking about another woman while I’m here?!“

➤ “Elise, it’s not like that, I swear!“ Mori tries to defend himself, but she caught him redhanded.

➤ He has never seen you wearing a dress, so Mori is curious to find out how the article of clothing would suit you and the more he dwells on the thought, the more he realizes he’s falling for you. Usually, only Elise was on his mind during their shopping trips, but now someone else interfers with that routine and he doesn’t mind it too much. Mori does feel sorry for Elise though. He had planned on buying her so much, yet here he was, thinking about getting you something as well.

➤ Unlike Dazai, Mori doesn’t himself of a relationship, although he knows it could tarnish your image at the mafia. He’s well aware of women being accused of sleeping their way up tot he top, although they have to work twice as hard as men to get the position they aim for. Naturally, he doesn’t want it to happen to you. How dare someone speak such vulgar assumptions about his [Name]?

➤ “By the way, I got you a dress when I was shopping with Elise.“

➤ “You WHAT?!“

➤ You still try the dress on and Mori finds himself wanting to buy you more, wanting to spoil you like Elise and wanting to see the rare blush on your cheeks. But that sight was only for his sight to see!

➤ “You should wear that dress for our date.“

➤ “This would sound more convincing if you didn’t say it with such a straight face, but I’m definitely not refusing.“

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Endeavour Theory: Has Morse Already Crossed Paths With Nemesis Hugo de Vries?

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Warning: contains spoilers for Endeavour Series 7 and Inspector Morse episode ‘Masonic Mysteries’.

There’s a beauty to mystery that could hardly be lost on fans of Endeavour, a series with playfulness in its bones, as evidenced by its regular tips of the hat to pop culture and Morse creator Colin Dexter. The show’s viewers understand that ambiguities deliberately positioned as such should be allowed to stand, unaccosted by any fun-sucking need for certainty. We’re not here to unweave rainbows or clip angel wings.  

That said, Endeavour does love a game, and its fans love to play along. So while appreciating that some things are destined to rightly remain in the hazy hinterland of maybe, let’s play. The name of this game? Find Hugo de Vries!

Played by Ian McDiarmid in Inspector Morse Series 4 episode ‘Masonic Mysteries’ (1990), Hugo de Vries is a fan-favourite villain in the world of Morse. Erudite and cultured with a love of classical music, he has much in common with the detective, as is fitting for any two nemeses. A great difference of course, is that de Vries is a diabolical killer utterly without conscience. 

Ian McDiarmid as Hugo de Vries in Inspector Morse Series 4 episode ‘Masonic Mysteries’

In de Vries’ one and only Inspector Morse appearance, Morse finds himself framed for the murder of a woman from his choir, which is staging a production of Mozart’s The Magic Flute. After the murder, Morse finds almost £100,000 transferred to his bank account from the charity administrated by the victim. Morse’s personal file on the police computer is hacked to insert a fictional past event in which he supposedly attacked a woman, and his guvnor – McNutt at the time – covered it up. His home is set on fire, he’s pulled over and breathalysed after an anonymous complaint is made about his erratic driving, his Jag is vandalised with masonic symbols and McNutt’s dead body is discovered in his bathroom. All of it, realises an increasingly unhinged Morse, is the work of de Vries, who’s borne a grudge against Morse since his sergeant days.

Endeavour being the story of those very days, Inspector Morse fans have been watching the prequel closely for a cameo by the younger Hugo de Vries. After another ‘Masonic Mysteries’ character, Marion Brooke, turned up in Series 3’s ‘Arcadia’, Endeavour writer Russell Lewis was asked in this 2017 interview whether Endeavour would one day bump into de Vries. Lewis replied, “Each thing in its season. I shouldn’t be surprised to see him sooner or later.”

Jump forward four years to a post-Series Eight finale exchange on Twitter when Lewis is asked the same question. The writer’s answer this time is more playful. “Ah, Hugo. Who can say if he hasn’t already crossed our path? He might well have done, of course. On the other hand… ‘Now you see him, now you don’t. That’s de Vries all right’.”

Ryan Gage as Ludo Talenti in Endeavour Series 7

In the spirit of investigation, let’s assess the evidence. Is Lewis just teasing or has Hugo de Vries already crossed our path in Endeavour, namely in the form of Ryan Gage’s Series Seven villain Ludo Talenti?

That name alone may contain all the clue we need. Not only do Hugo and Ludo bear more than a glancing resemblance, but the latter in Latin is the first person of the verb ‘to play’. ‘I play… many talents’ would be an inelegant translation. A better one might include the possible allusion to Patricia Highsmith’s famous conman Tom Ripley, given the epithet ‘Talented’ in his first appearance. Like Ripley, both Hugo and Ludo are master manipulators who charm and inveigle their way to wealth, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. 

To jog the memory, Ludo recurred throughout Series Seven, initially presenting himself as a university contemporary of Morse’s who ran into him after Morse’s wallet was lifted at a garden concert (almost certainly a ruse designed to engineer the ‘accidental’ meeting). Ludo befriended Morse and the pair bonded over a shared love of opera. Ludo’s family is in shipping, he tells Morse, and he travels around raising money for their charitable fund, driven by a pursuit of music and beautiful women. 

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When Morse asks him which country he’s from, Ludo is coy, preferring to say he is a “man of the world.” He later tells a childhood story about life during Nazi occupation, which throws up various suggestions but like so much Ludo says, that could well be fiction. For what it’s worth, the saying he cites as from his country, “Do not praise a day before sunset,” is Polish. And what of Hugo de Vries’ nationality? Ian McDiarmid’s accent in ‘Masonic Mysteries’ is difficult to place, though the name is Dutch (borrowed from a famous botanist), and he faked his death in prison in Sweden. (Ludo incidentally tells Morse that he posed as a Swedish policeman on the phone once to track the detective down.) Ludo’s name, it’s revealed in the Series 7 finale, was taken from the gravestone of a 16th century priest on Venice’s San Michele cemetery island.

Ludo Talenti’s priest namesake revealed in Endeavour’s Series 7 finale

To tot up the similarities so far, that’s two criminals, of indiscriminate European origin, around Morse’s age, fluent in the language of classical music and opera, living under assumed names. Both also share a snobbish disdain for the police. Ludo expressed surprise that a man as cultured as Morse would be “a lumpen, plodding petty official” while Hugo sneered at Morse’s colleagues going about in pairs “like low comedians.” They also share a similarly rarefied, Bond Villain-ish way of speaking (Every man has his price, every man, I shall make it my life’s business to find yours,”), and express the same nihilistic attitude. “Life, death, rich, poor, it’s all a roll of the dice, Morse, there’s no reason to any of it,” says Ludo, foreshadowing Hugo’s words when he forces Morse to his knees at gunpoint in ‘Masonic Mysteries’. “He was clever, you see,” Inspector Morse tells Lewis in that episode, “he took one look and knew your weakness right away.” In Series 7, Ludo jokes to Morse that he will find his weakness and exploit it without mercy to his own ends.

What else? The nature of their crimes. In ‘Masonic Mysteries’ Morse tells Lewis that his past encounter with de Vries saw him con Oxford University out of millions of pounds. His scam had a kind of poetry to it – posing as the heir to a Swedish armaments manufacturer, de Vries proposed the building of an institute for peace studies. His later scheme involved stealing money from Marion Brooke’s charitable foundation to frame Morse. 

Paperwork from Ludo’s life insurance policy scam. Note the signature.

Ludo’s Series 7 scheme was less poetic, but of a similar flavour. He bought up life insurance policies of people looking for a quick pay out, killed them, cashed in, and disguised the deaths as freak accidents. One such victim was poor Carrie Bright, the cancer-suffering wife of ACC Bright. (In a rather baroque twist, the initials of the locations for each murder spelled out the name L.U.D.O.). Both men wore disguises to do their evil work – de Vries posed as a homeless man to murder Morse’s former guvnor McNutt, and Talenti posed as a healer to gain access to the Bright home and sabotage their Christmas lights, causing Mrs Bright’s death by electrocution. Note in the image above the name of the Executive Director of Ludo’s fake company ‘California Amenity Redemption and Disbursement’ (or C.A.R.D, perhaps another game-play reference…) in the signature on one of his victim’s letters: E. De Vere?

Hugo and Ludo didn’t work alone on their devilish schemes, they each had a female accomplice. Hugo’s was the aforementioned Marion Brooke, a devotee who shared his revenge obsession (Hugo’s the kind of man who makes women kick off their shoes and men open their chequebooks when he enters a room, Morse once told Lewis). Ludo’s was Violetta (played by Stephanie Leonidas), who started a passionate affair with Morse during his holiday in Venice. In the Series 7 denouement, Ludo says that he picked Violetta from the streets when she was 15 years old and “gave her the world,” forcing her to become his co-conspirator in the life insurance murders and the plan to make Morse his “pet policeman”. 

On the subject of having police officers in your pocket, Hugo de Vries’ association with Morse’s longstanding adversaries the Masons mustn’t be forgotten. De Vries taunted Morse with his masonic connections, through Mozart’s freemason-themed opera The Magic Flute. There’s no evidence that Ludo Talenti was involved with the freemasons yet, but Endeavour viewers know that they’re in full operation in Oxford at the time. 

Endeavour Morse attends ‘The Demon’s Wife’ opera in Venice

Endeavour and Violetta met at a performance of ‘La Sposa del Demonio’ in Venice, an operatic work by Endeavour composer Matthew Slater, which translates fittingly as ‘The Demon’s Wife’. Demons come up a great deal around Talenti and de Vries. “There speaks a devil sick of sin,” Ludo says to Endeavour. “There may not be a devil, but there’s devilry alright, and de Vries…” says Inspector Morse, walking away from Hugo’s burial and doubting whether or not he’s really in the coffin. (De Vries’ name, cryptic crossword fans can’t ignore, shares its first three letters with ‘devil’). And perhaps it just suited his complexion, but Ludo wears deep red numerous times in Series 7, perhaps in echo to de Vries’ burgundy shirt in his sole appearance. 

Speaking of that Venetian denouement, did Ludo not die after being shot by Fred Thursday and falling into a canal, putting the kibosh on the ‘Ludo is Hugo’ theory? Well, he was certainly shot, and he certainly did fall into the canal, but did he die, or did that devil live to return and torment Morse under a new name in future adventures? You’ve heard the evidence. What’s your verdict?

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Pass the happy! 🧡 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

ONE~♥♥♥ I know it's been awhile since you sent this to me, but answering things in my inbox on tumblr mobile is a game of Russian roulette that I don't particularly like. It's about a 50/50 chance that mobile will either nuke the ask, post it wrong, or actually do it right, so instead I'm on my computer so I can be sure that it won't implode. Now to think of 5 things that make me happy (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

1. The Korean webtoons/webnovels that I've been reading for the past year, such as: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Trash of the Count's Family/Lout of Count's Family, The S-Classes That I Raised, and SSS-Class Suicide Hunter/SSS-Class Revival Hunter (although I cannot read the official ENG version on Tapas for that last one, because they translated Kim Gong-ja's name as Confucius Kim...it makes me want to die...you don't translate someone's name like that D:< His name MEANS Confucius, sure, but it's still a Korean name, and you don't see WEBTOON changing Kim Dokja's name to Reader Kim *seethes*) to name a few.

2. Related to the things above, after finally joining Twitter just so I could consume fan content for those Korean IPs, I've recently discovered Group Orders and Korean Proxy services, so now I can actually buy all that amazing fan merch (like prints, acrylic standees, anthologies, and other misc. items) and official merch (mostly the physical books of either novels or manhwa, but if I can get a limited/special edition that comes with extra goodies, you damn well bet I will get it—they're almost never in ENG but I don't give two shits about that)! My wallet is starving and begging me to stop, but I get my seratonin from material goods so it can fuck right off.

3. @magnustesla existing *★°*☆(￣▽￣)/☆*°★* No but really, the KakaIru-specific events that they've modded for and helped put together since last year have been one of the few things that allowed me to keep my sanity all throughout 2020, and now into 2021. The KakaIru Zine? Blessed. The KakaIru Mini BB 2020/2021? So god damn wonderful. The KakaIru Big Bang 2021? I am so very honored to be able to participate in it. And not only all that, but they've been an amazing friend that I am blessed to know, and have always reached out to help if I've ever needed someone. You are a superstar, Magnus, and thank you for being you~♥

4. Writing! While it's been kind of stressful, because I've been writing for events lately—I'm writing for my BB piece right now and only just over half way done with it, and it's due next month (っ °Д °;)っ—it's also been extremely fun and rewarding. My writing doesn't really get a whole lot of attention, or 'make numbers' as the children say, but that's not what it's all about. Certainly, I love getting comments and kudos, knowing that people are enjoying something I've worked hard one, but even more than that I'm simply happy that I worked on something, finished it, and put it out there in the world.

5. Baggenshield fanfics. This one has always made me happy, but as with all fandoms I dip my feet into I tend to hyperfixate for a time, then go onto other things. Which is to say that it's been awhile since I last really delved into Baggenshield content, but I really got back into it this month, and it's such a comfort ship I cannot even begin to describe it. Even though canon killed off one too many dwarves (no dwarves should have died, fight me), thank god for fanfic, and the tag "Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies", because canon failed me. Bilbo has been one of my favorite characters since I was a tiny tot that had the illustrated book—the one with art from Rankin and Bass's animated movie of The Hobbit, and had a clear cover with Smaug and the dwarves/Gandalf/Bilbo on it on it that you could peel off to make the cover just the side of the Lonely Mountain—so to now be 32 years old, and still love him so dearly, but now also see him as queer as I am? ADORE HIM.

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[writeyouin]

The autobot human friend(animated) decides to sneak to the decepticon cave and give them a Christmas no matter what

TFA Reader Insert – Spreading Joy

A/N – Merry Holidays, two years late (So sorry, I was always bad at timing.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Optimus asked, frowning concernedly at you.

“Hm?” You blinked, noticing that he was staring at you. “Sorry Optimus, did you say something?”

“I asked if you wanted to help us decorate the base tonight for your holiday, Christmas, but you didn’t answer. So, is everything alright?”

You blushed at having been caught not paying attention, “Yes, sorry. I suppose I was just thinking about some things.”

“A shanix for your thoughts?”

“I was just wondering whether the holidays will see you fighting the Decepticons again, or if they’ll be quiet this year.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will be just fine.”

“I suppose so. I just wish that Megatron could see the beauty of our planet, like you guys do.”

“Sorry (Y/N), but some things never change. Megatron is just one of those things. It’s nice that you’re hoping for a better future for the ‘Cons, but it’s better if you don’t waste your time tonight.”

“Sure,” You said, walking over to the group who were putting up the tree, though as you decorated, you couldn’t help thinking of Scrooge in from the Christmas Carol. Sure, he was only a fictional character, but he had been shown the way to change; maybe the Decepticons could be given that opportunity as-well.

As Christmas drew nearer, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the Decepticons and the comparison to Scrooge you had accidentally made. Perhaps, if you could give them a real Christmas, they might find the beauty in your small planet after all.

Fortunately, you knew that Sari’s father, Professor Sumdac, had been working on a private plane that would make travel possible for anyone with a regular driving licence. It’s one flaw? It couldn’t be picked up on any radar thus far; hopefully that would count for Cybertronian radar as well.

“Thank you, Professor Sumdac,” You beamed, relieved that he was allowing you to test out his plane at your request. All you’d had to do was tell him that you wished to lend a hand with the toys for tots delivery and he had been putty in your hands.

“No problem (Y/N). I’m glad that it’s you requesting the test-run instead of the military. Toys for tots is a much better use for my inventions than a silly war.”

You grinned at that. At least it was true that you weren’t using the plane for a war; in fact, you were trying to end one.

After hauling various boxes of Christmas decorations into the plane, you took off, finding it more than easy to fly the simple machine. You plotted the coordinates to the Decepticon lair, hoping that there would be no way for Professor Sumdac to find out where you had gone when you returned the plane to him.

Although you felt that what you were doing the right thing to do, you couldn’t help feeling anxious that it was a silly pipe-dream. All the same, you tried calming your jittery nerves by humming the various Christmas songs you knew.

Finally, in the chorus of ‘Do they Know it’s Christmas,’ you spotted the Decepticon lair. You couldn’t see if anyone was outside because of the heavy snowfall blocking your view. You only hoped that the snow covered you as well in case anyone was out on patrol.

Landing among the cover of trees near the mines, you lugged out the boxes of decorations, glad that you’d had the foresight to bring a dolly to carry them; after all, it would speed things up and you were relying on speed so you didn’t run into any of your unwitting hosts.

“Alright Decepticons, get ready to be blasted with joy,” You whispered to yourself, taking your first tentative steps into the old mines.

Every step felt heavy with trepidation. You kept to the sides of the mines, often stopping to look around or listen for anyone coming. Only once did you fear that your heart might stop as Lugnut and Blitzwing walked right past you. Fortunately, Blitzwing was in his Random mood, tormenting Lugnut into a rage; the pair passed you, too deep in their argument to notice a stray human on the ground. Once they were gone, you remained where you were, too scared to move any further in case they came back.

After ten minutes or so, you finally left the safety of your shadowy corner to head further into the lair, stopping only when you reached the main cavern where the Decepticons clearly spent most of their time.

“Okay,” You breathed, when you sure that Blitzwing, Lugnut or Megatron weren’t anywhere nearby. “Time to get things moving.”

You had never decorated so fast in your life. Then again, you had never had the threat of being held hostage to motivate you. First, you set up an inflatable tree which was the only thing you could get to match the Decepticons size without help. While the electric pump slowly brought the tree to life you wrapped red and silver tinsel around the computer’s keyboard, adding colourful fairy lights afterwards.

Since the tree itself couldn’t hold any baubles, you hung them of various stalagmites, which you also sprayed with artificial snow. Everywhere you went, you made sure to throw some glitter around for good measure.  Once you had placed some large stuffed toys of Santa, snowmen, and elves in various locations, you surveyed your work. Granted, it was still a mine and there was little you could do to make it homier, but you didn’t think it was a bad job, especially when you hung the Merry Christmas banner as high as you could near the entrance.

You were almost finished but you had one more box which was the most special of all. It had taken a lot of time, but you had made a tiny replica of each Decepticon and wrapped them up individually in paper the colour of each bot. Their names hung off them, printed in fancy cursive that you had to use a stencil to write.

As a last touch, you left two Christmas films that you hoped the Decepticons would watch. The first was the film that had inspired your miniature quest, A Christmas Carol. The second was a film you thought Icy and Blitzwing would enjoy a lot more, Die Hard.

Once everything was set up and in place, you snuck out of the Decepticon base, hoping that your stunt to make the Cybertronians love Earth would work.

Megatron was not amused by what he saw when he returned to the base. He wanted to punish his subordinates for their hijinks and order them to take down the infernal rubbish that had been placed around the base. Yet, as the pair sat in front of the computer, watching a human known only as John McClane battle it out on screen with the intellectually superior Hans Gruber, he revelled in the peace; at least the trashy Earth media was keeping them quiet for a while.

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[aboyandhisstarship]

i'm enjoying The Ghost recon Wild lands Story you fired, so maybe write about the big plot twist which is never brought up again and promptly forgotten

Oh do you mean the *spoilors* fact that Ricky bombed the US embassy and as such the entire mission, rules of engagement and everything was a massive lie? Yea…kind of sad that never came up.

 (not proof read cuse i’m lazy sorry)

Bolvia:

The Cult soldier  fell down the stairs, as David pulled his knife out of the man’s throat David asked “they said Daniel was here?”

A cell phone started to ring and everyone tensed up but it just sat on a table. David carefully advanced picking up the phone; Daniels voice came through “are you the Operators who have been killing the holy people.”

David rolled his eyes “speaking.”

The others covered the doors as Daniel said “do you know why you are here…Sand Man.”

David laughed “Listen Pal, if you think knowing my call sign is supposed to scare me.” \

Daniel shook his head “never, just trying to establish a repore…you see your mission here is a lie…you are trying to avenge a dirty DEA agent…and stop a group of gun totting cultists…except.”

David cut him off “look pal, we came here to kill you…since you are not here why not save us some trouble and tell us where you are.”

Daniel laughed “such insolence…on this phone is your proof after you see it…you will have little reason to go after me,” And with that the call ended.

David said “load of crap.”

Jasper pointed out “might as well see what they think is proof.”

David nodded pulling it up.

 Yuri and Poltio Dungeon:

A drill whirred as Sadoval yelled “FUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!”

The drill sound stopped as Daniel knelt “Ricky…you are dead…even if brother Yuri and Sister Polito stopped giving you pain this instant you will die…so take this chance to relive your conscience.”

Ricky looked up at the camera before laughing “alright Father, might as well to late for you now consider this a professional curtsy, I did it.”

Daniel asked “you bombed the US Embassy?”

Ricky nodded “and it wasn’t a CIA DEA false flag operation crap either it was just me.”

Daniel asked “why?”

Ricky gestured with a bleeding arm “my bosses were going to pull me out…they didn’t care about what you were doing here…I needed them to care…so I did something dramatic…and then as planed you guys grabbed me.”

Daniel nodded “this making it seem like we bombed the embassy.”

Rik y laughed “you and all of your cultist buddies are dead…and don’t even know it yet.”

The recording ended and Nurf spoke first “what the FUCK!?”

Tabii said “no way this is legit?! Some kind of false flag!?”

Jasper sighed “it makes sense, they were not ready for us…and frankly bombing is not there style.”

David’s radio cracked to life as David said “Ghost lead Sand Man…did you know about this?”

Sasha returned “I have no idea…look Daniel still belongs in jail.”

David yelled “Jail, he should be hoisted up by his thumbs…but we have no more cause to be here!?”

Sasha sighed “he still killed a DEA agent…and terriost…look we got his location from his call…Sand Man…shut him down…I got a call pending.”

David nodded “Wilco.”

He changed his frequency saying “Gwen, Sand Man…we got Daniel…as promised we help you bring him in and you come with us.”

Gwen took a deep breath “roger Sand Man I will meet you.”

   Tomb:

The Ghosts entered with David saying “Hands up you piece of Crap!”

Daniel throw aside a phone getting down as Gwen entered “where is he, where is the big bad Cult leader?”

David said “Red Cap.”

Tabii advanjced before said “hold one.”

Gwen blinked “sand Man.”

David looked intent saying “Confirm that order ma’am?”

Nurf said “Boss?”

David lowered his gun “copy Ghost Lead…everyone safety’s on.”

Gwen slowly reached down discreetly picking up a degraded pistol as Nurf said “what!?”

David sighed “he his full immunity.”

The Ghosts lowered their weapons as Daniel stood up saying “thank you…Sand Man.”

Gwen took that moment to light up her pistol and unload on Daniel, his body jerked backwards and hit the ground and Gwen kept firing till her Gwen clicked empty.

David grabbed Gwen taking the gun from her Saying “Red Cap?”

Tabii shook her head as Gwen fell to her knees.

  Fort Bragg North Carolina:

 David walked into his apartment after nearly 4 months in South America with his computer dinging with an Email from G, Santos it read:

David or Sand Man…took a lot to find you…if you are reading this then we got Daniel and I took some drastic action…because Daniel used his DOJ connections to get out of Justice.  As such a little Vilgantie justice was needed. Now I’m sure plenty of people figured I cracked after eyard down there…but they can go to hell, that Manic that monster…Killed my best friend Tortured him to death, Murdered hundreds of people and more and he gets to get away with it!? FUCK THAT…do you know what happens when you give a crazy cult leader with massive influence immunity…you get a dictator, and you know as well as me it will take more than 4 operators to take one of those out.

  David I know we didn’t spend much time together but I enjoyed the bit we did…goodbye… Gwen.

#Ghost recon wildlands #Gwenvid #only mentioned gwenvid #Ghost!david #Reporter!Gwen

[niamh-sims]

Replies

ratfantasy-sims replied to your photoset “She’s about ready to pop!”

I hope the random number god spares her!

I was calculating pregnancy outcome chances as per the WRC rules, but I forgot to do it for Parvana.  She survives... for now!

dramallamadingdang replied to your photoset “Almost time for one less toddler in the house!”

One less toddler is always a good thing! :D

It is, indeed!  Although, I think I have figured out the best way to get them trained.  Potty training for everyone, and toddler skills being taught to the oldest first.  I am playing with Hat’s Ageing mod, so they all have longer lifespans, but all my Sims start at random ages throughout their specific lifespan.

withlovefromayre replied to your photo

Such a cute breed of dog!

I do love that dog.  @plath-sims does make great pets!

withlovefromayre replied to your photoset “The Faire Grounds Owned Community Lot”

Really love the way you made the stage

Thank you.  I struggled with this lot, so I’m glad it came out okay!

withlovefromayre replied to your photoset “Marketer’s House Part 2- Ground Floor”

Looks really beautiful and unique

Thanks!  I love how these two houses turned out.  Unique, but still fit in with the other builds in this ‘hood!

withlovefromayre replied to your post “New Computer!”

Congratulations so glad you got the new computer and hope it is working out well

It’s still on it’s way, but I am building up a new downloads folder for it.  I will need to take it to my local tech shop and have Win10 stripped in favour of Win7 or 8.

withlovefromayre replied to your photoset “Javed loves @sunmoon-starfactory‘s horses.  Laleh isn’t so sure!”

Wow didn’t realize they came out with horses that is awesome!

The horses are great.  I haven’t had a Sim train them to ride yet, but I love that function!

mortia replied to your photo “Toddler hell!”

lol you poor thing

Yep... My pain is real!

anachronisims replied to your photo “Toddler hell!”

thank whichever deity they follow their mother didn't die!

I think they follow Mitra, and I am very glad.  I don’t think I could have coped if she had died!

anachronisims replied to your photoset “Darawesh is doing well at work…”

Are you using custom careers you made or are these out there somewhere?

I am using Morganna’s DR’s at PBK.  They are great!

squeezleprime replied to your photoset “Darawesh pleads with Grim.  His young family need their mother, and he...”

yay!

I am so relieved!

lilsisterg replied to your photoset “And, another one bites the dust!”

My Goodness!

Realistic sickness and my game do not get along!

alraris replied to your photoset “Shirin grown up and made over!”

I so love ts2 tots!

I do love them, too!  Although, three at once may be pushing it a bit!

#ratfantasy-sims #dramallamadingdang #withlovefromayre #mortia #anachronisims #squeezleprime #lilsisterg #alraris #replies

[heavensmortuary]

@thunderstruck-owl-gal ok so like I made the story that goes along with my Mirage inktobers, specifically the one about the "Overgrown." prompt and it's finished!! (Also a little warning for some of my followers its a scary story so yknow)

I once went to the outskirts of Mirage. It was close enough to experience Mirage without actually going there. I found there was a number of motels to stay at if one was so desperate. I had had my fair share of musty mattresses and filthy showers, so I braced myself for whatever new horrors the motel had prepared, because these types of places are all different and yet the same in what could await you.

Tucking the key to my room into my pocket, I thanked the receptionist, who gave me a bored nod. The atmosphere was almost sleepy with it's drab pale blue walls crusted with brown, a few decorations of porcelain fish and poorly painted dolphins, and forest green carpet. It was a poor attempt at designing the motel as ocean themed, with the small windows and behind the motel happened to be waves not of water but of tall, sun-soaked grass. It took the farthest stretch of imagination to make someone believe they were anywhere near water.

I shut the door, threw my computer and folders onto the salmon pink bed, and to my suprise it didn't toss up dust into the air like a previous motel mattress had. The room was, surprisingly, very clean, even if the overall color palette was atrocious. I even dared to take off my hat and shoes, which had carried the dirt road inside with them, and sat them beside the desk.

Crispies, Jerky-tots, and Weehoo snacks made a great dinner; protein for at least a single good addition, carbs for sleep aids. I shut the computer, which hadn't subjected to slow Wi-Fi because there wasn't any Wi-Fi at all. No signal. Nothing. A dead zone.

I typed in silence for about two hours. "Ive just arrived just outside Mirage. I'm safe." I typed this just so it would send as soon as the computer regained signal. "Its a nice place. Kinda tacky, but at least not too gross."

Once in a while my eyes would drift over and look into the off-center eyes of the lamp shaped into a dolphin. I had drew the curtains because the sun had set, and the long grass fields outside my window reminded me of deep, murky water. I imagined the glass dolphin lamp with glowing eyes swimming through the grass, parting it into endless rows, it's glow just enough to see under him, but never ahead. I pulled the soft covers up towards my chin, and I kept the light on.

*Schhhh.* *thump.* *schhhhhh.* *thump.*

I woke up, bleary. *Schhhhh.* *thump.* I sat up confused. In the glow of the lamp there was nothing in the room. *Schhhh* *thump thump* The parking lot. Right outside of the door. The sound was like a broom was being dragged over a wooden floor, the bristles scraping over the surface. My skin crawled with the sensation. *Thump thump thud.* The noise cut off abruptly outside the door.

Who could be cleaning at...I checked my watch, which read 2:17 am. Shivers. I turned my attention towards the door. *Thump* It brushed the door, and something brown poured over the top of the door.

I couldn't help springing back on the bed, my back hitting the wall loudly. The brown stuff moved lightly, billowing in the current of air from the fan. It was hair. Brown, thick hair unflurled over the back of my room's door, brushing the ground and stopping its decent only when it had turned into a heap on the carpet. It rippled like a curtain, tangled.

I grabbed the dolphin lamp, still plugged into the wall. An absurd weapon, but perhaps it could deal more damage than a laptop. Pushing myself up from the jumble of pillows and blankets, I stood on the bed, jumping at the sound of the creaking mattress. The hair quivered with the sound and then the noise began. *SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH*

My heart went cold. The stratch echoed around the room, thrummed in my ears. It was if hundreds of clawed fingers ripped along the wood of the door, rapidly. Something that smelled of grease and pine wafted into the air, stagnant and thick.

*SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH*. It was trying to scratch through the door, peeling away splinters of wood.

I screamed, hurled some sort of obscenity at the door, and yelled, "Help! Something's breaking in! I'm gonna die!"

*SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH* The chipping and crackling of wood was deafening.

"Help me! I'm gonna-" The brown hair pulled upwards, rustling and winding up and under the door frame, and finally disappeared. The scratching stopped. Nothing except the song of the crickets flooded my ears.

When I had sat there for a few minutes, there was nothing. No sound of the monster retreating. Only silence. I stood up, which was difficult due to shaking, and crept towards the door. I breathed in, trying to ignore the smell that clung to the walls, convinced myself that I could shut the door at light speed if that thing greeted me behind it, and opened the door.

No monster stood there in the dimly lit parking lot. Instead, when I turned my head to the left, I saw a nightgown with a white poof shuffling towards me. I jumped, then caught myself when I realized it was a white haired lady pittering along in her slippers. "Are you alright? I heard an awful noise." She looked me over when she reached me, and then squinted into my pale face, "Was that you? Yelling and all?"

Nodding a little, a bit baffled at how normal everything felt after the weirdness I'd just experienced was, I scratched the back of my neck, "Yea that was me." I said, "Bad...dream."

The woman opened her mouth, then pursed her lips into a shrewd frown.

"Ok then, I'll go on back to bed." She turned back towards her room, started her slow shuffle.

"Wait. I wanted to ask you something." I said. She paused, looked me in the eye. "Have you seen, like, hair?" I realized this sounded *absurd*, but I was in too deep to turn back. "Not like my hair or your hair, but I mean gross hair that unfolds over your door. And really loud scratching. Like something is trying to claw through your door."

To my suprise, the woman didnt look too shocked. She waved out towards the field. "Yes. That sometimes happens. We don't really know who the fella is, but this has been going on for, what, 3 or 6 years? Haven't actually got a good look at him; he always disappears. Don't know where he came from, don't know when he'll leave," She gave me a gentle smile, as if to reassure me, "I should start putting up a sign at the front desk. But hopefully he'll check out soon." She turned back towards her room. I gazed at my own door, and realized there wasn't a single scratch on the white painted wood. I heard a soft click as the old woman locked her door.

I woke up tired. I spat hairs out of my mouth, stretched. Stopped and shuddered. Hairs. I wiped the stringy hair off of my face like cobwebs, gazed at the blankets with shock. Clumps of greasy, brown hair stuck to the end of the bed.

Hopefully he'll check out soon.

#my writings #also @ my other followers for some context my art blog @snazzyaxolotl has all the inktobers on it #mirage #horror #scary stories #stories #horror writing

[unproduciblesmackdown]

throwing out some random numbers: 2, 23, 27, 39, 53, 58, 64, 76, 89

that’s the spirit tyvm.....you don’t know what these numbers will give me, idk what i’ll get from them, we’re just gonna see where it goes together

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

this time i’ll cape for lollipops. they can be fun colors! you can hold the stick in your mouth as something to fidget with.....Fruit Flavor....

23. strange habits?

hmm i mean [autistic behavior] which would seem ~strange~ but only from that certain perspective.......i think One Weird Trick i do is from this nightmare time when like, one semester in college i guess uhhh that was wow a decade ago lmao i had 8 am classes every day for 2 semesters and my roommate and i were night owls so i’d (generally) go to bed earlier and i got in the habit of like, covering my head (or the top half anyways) with like a robe or towel or whatever to block out the light. makeshift sleep mask basically. except i’ve slept like that ever since and it feels weird to Not do so. and i doubt an Actual sleep mask would cut it cuz it’s partially the weight thing. i can only imagine how fun a weighted blanket is lol

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

going tf inside!!!!!!! cold weather is garbage. although once i did go ice skating and reasonably enjoyed it. i like skating

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

i don’t like pie very much lmao i think the Crust is generally disappointing and i’m not big on the fillings. that said, lemon meringue is a Superior Pie and i’ve made it probably at least a dozen times, it’s pretty fun i think. but still the answer is lemon cake. lemon cake is amazing. cake is amazing. no contest between like, do i want some Amazing fancy pie? or do i want this $1.50 cake mix? i would probably want the cake. or i’d at least have to take a moment to think about it even if going with the pie cuz yeah some pie Is good and u can’t quite get the same flavors in a cake, like rhubarb. i don’t know that rhubarb cake exists. but lemon cake is great. lemon Pound cake hell fucking yes Please

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my hands are fine. they’re here and the same as ever. my nails are already a little too long but not to the point i Gotta cut them cuz it’s annoying tf out of me.....they’re not very dry, which is good, cuz yknow sometimes in the winter it’s like oh no i need lotion to live or smthing.....one time it was winter and i had dryass hands and we went to this Concert and i was just clapping enthusiastically and it made the back of one hand bleed lmao like yikes. the back of my right hand has a freckle although maybe that’s a mole, i haven’t been paying enough attention to know for sure lol.....i used to have a freckle in the middle of my palm on my left hand but that faded a while back. speaking of my palms the other day i was like, hmm is there some weird subtle like crepeiness in the surface of my Palm Skin??? it seemed like there was weird like, lattice-forming creasiness going along the Length of my fingers / across my palm. it might’ve been a vitamin d thing so i ate 3 eggs. today my hands seem more normal but the whole thing might’ve just been me making it up + placebo yolks. but either way. very normal hand day i’m having rn

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

man idk lol. i can get shy cats to like me sometimes. you just Be Chill with them and let them get used to you, idk it’s not hard @ anyone who thinks befriending cats is difficult like, probably that’s just you doing it way wrong........i can cook decently well, that’s handy i think and it can be fun even though it’s also this whole involved hassle......i like to Draw Emotively (in that the drawings are emotionally evocative / expressive, not that the way that i draw is particularly emotive) and i like when people like it / read it as Expressively as intended, i guess i’m proud? like, mission accomplished.......oh wait yeah and damn when i practiced ballet for like a whole decade i was proud of being good at that i guess cuz yknow, Effort, same as with drawing lol i’ve been doing it for a hot minute, i can be proud of those results.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

i wasn’t very Online as a kid b/c we had the one computer w/ a dialup connection & just like, whenever i was using the computer lots it was Pc Games......didn’t rly be on the Net much until Late ‘08.......

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

i’ve said latkes but you know who really supports me recently is a Whole potato i just scrub off and microwave and cut up and throw some salt n peppy and Shedd’s Spread uponst. like thank you so much for these nutrients and easy preparation, Staple Food

89. who would you put before everyone else?

hmph i don’t like, like, this Pyramid Tiering of everyone in your life with these higher and lower Levels of mattering-to-youness. i mean yeah sure i think we agree that it’s generally the case that we have More casual acquaintances vs friends vs Close friends and so on, but like. why are we gonna accept this Concept where like “okay but What If you need to only pick One Person.” like we’re driverless cars who need to program ourselves about whose life we prioritize, are we gonna run over This pedestrian or That one, who’s Winningest in the “being important to us” game. like we’re not a parent and the house is on fire and which of our three children do we love the most? well like, whose bedroom is closest. which of them hasn’t already bailed out a window. what if our Favorite isn’t the one we’d help first cuz maybe someone needs our help more at some particular time. like what does this question even mean!!!! what is the purpose of asking it??? i don’t like the premise or accept it. and it smacks of [those Concepts surrounding ~romance~ which i also do not like or vibe with]. no b.a.e........i’d go all out for Friends or for People I’ve Never Met But Respect or for Strangers.......some ppl would not get my all-out effort lmao or will get my nah-i-won’t-lift-a-finger lol but that’s if they’re like reeeal shitty. but like why should we whittle down ppl’s Importance to us to like “okay but who’s the 1 the ONE person who you care MOST about” like goddamn why are we adopting this framework. like ideally we have a Community of ppl in our lives who have different relationships / roles / connections to us, and this is pretty complex and why even Think about like, well there *has* to be the One who you prioritize Most Every Time, and you need to Know who that is......like what does that mean. and you know like. maybe the people who are in your life most intimately aren’t always the ones who have the strongest Help/Support ties to you here......like relationships are complicated and varied and having a network of people is better than like the idea that we should be fine and thriving with [The ~Soulmate~] [the friends who are kinda important but pale in comparison to The Soulmate] [family?] [acquaintances] like well if you Would Die For This Person and They’d Die For You you guys are obviously set!! 

anyways i went off about it but i get mad about this stuff like. the stuff that feels like it’s even within 2 degrees of talking about those Soulmates and romantique notions like being incomplete or inherently unfulfilled without That One Special Someone. and even throwing the Romance out the window, why like, have your network of relationships put into a Tournament Bracket where you whittle down who matters most until the Champion emerges????? goddamn

#n(aro)ws eyes...... #Normal Hand Day #Anonymous

[karima-the-creator]

SCRIPT

01.  Int. bedroom – day

Ivy loopt op de galerij naar binnen en naar haar kamer. Ze zit op haar bed en pakt haar telefoon‘’I’m home!’’ stuurt Ivy naar Noor. Ze wacht heel even en krijgt gelijk een reactie ‘’ugh! Finally!’’ krijgt ze teruggestuurd. ‘’so how was your day?’’ vraagt Ivy ‘’terrible. My mom wouldn’t stop yelling at me all day long’’ Ivy zucht en gaat dichter bij de computer zitten. ‘’You wanna talk about it?” De camera zoemt uit op Noor’s telefoon die ‘’yeah’’ terug stuurt.

[[Muziek in de achtergrond loopt langzaam op tot de voorgrond]]

De meiden beginnen te appen en dan al snel te bellen. Ivy doet haar laptop dicht en gaat op haar bed zitten. Ze praten uren lang en de tijd vliegt voorbij.

CROSS FADE

  02.  Int. Bedroom – night

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NOOR

(met een zucht)

Yeah, my mom was being a bitch again..

IVY

That’s not your fault.

Het word even stil tussen de twee wanneer Noor diep zucht

NOOR

Oh well..

IVY

(Probeerd op te vrolijken)

You’ll be okay, don’t worry, yeah? One day you’ll finally move over here and you’ll be away from your parents and I from mine and we’ll live together and finally be happy!

NOOR

(glimlacht langzaam)

Yeah, and we’ll be a total mess!

IVY

(lachend)

We won’t even do anything but sit around

NOOR

(lachend)

That’s the dream!

De twee lachen om hun worden.

IVY

(gappend)

I think we should really hang up now. It’s getting late

Ivy zit op van haar lig positie in haar bed.

NOOR

Yeah..

Noor kijkt naar haar wekker

NOOR

it’s like midnight here.

   IVY

(met een glimlach)

Aah, sleep well then! Goodnight!

NOOR

Night~

Beide meiden gaan met een glimlach naar bed. Beide hebben een ketting op waar op in word gezoemd.

 CROSS FADE

   03.  Int. Bedroom – morning

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Er word uitgezoemt op de ketting wanneer het weer dag is. Ivy staat op en strekt zich uit. Ze pakt haar telefoon en opent whatsapp. ‘’Goodmorning!’’ stuurt ze naar Noor ‘’Hope you’ll have a nice day’’ met daarna ‘’I love you’’ Ze staat op uit haar bed en loopt naar de bad kamer. Ze doet haar ochtend routine (tanden poetsen, kleding aan, haar doen) en gaat het huis uit.

Noor word wakker en checkt haar telefoon. Ze glimlacht naar haar scherm en begint te typen. Ze verstuurt een bericht en staat op. Ze pakt haar laptop en begint een film te kijken.

NOOR

(blij tegen haarzelf)

Ah een nieuwe aflevering!

 CUT

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 04.  Int. Classroom/Bedroom – afternoon

  Ivy zit in de les voor zich uit te staren.

Leraar

[neem iets op van de les]

Ivy kijkt op haar telefoon waar op staat ‘’When will you be home?’’ ze reageert met ‘’Soon!’’ wanneer dan de bel gaat en ze staat op. Ivy zit onderweg naar huis in de trein. Wanneer ze thuis is gooit ze haar tas op haar bed en appt ze Noor gelijk ‘’i’m home!’’.

Later bellen de twee en vertelt Noor over de dreiging die haar land kreeg

NOOR

(onrustig)

The prime minister of another country is threatening to attack our country.

Ivy fronst haar wenkbouwen.

IVY

(verbaast)

Seriously?!

Noor knikt.

NOOR

I truly hope it’s nothing and that it was a simple bluff..

IVY

I hope so too. It better be!

Het blijft even stil tussen de twee tot Ivy diep adem neemtt.

 IVY

(Probeert haar op te vrolijken)

I bet it’s nothing. Probably just bluffing like Trump.

Noor lacht mee met Ivy.

Ze praten verder en het geluid fades weg.

CROSS FADE

     05.  Int. House – night.

 Noor zit achter haar laptop te scrollen en ziet op eens iets. Ze fronst naar het beeld toe en leest erg gefocust. ‘’Turkey under fire’’ staat er. Voordat ze iets kan doen gaan er luide sirenes af.

Ze rent uit haar en vlucht.

    06.   Out. Streets – afternoon

 Ivy loopt op straat en probeert Noor te bellen. Ze heeft haar al meerdere keren proberen te bellen en geappt ‘’Hey’’ ‘’where are you?’’ ‘’Is everything okay?’’ Maar ze reageert niet. Ivy doet haar telefoon terug in haar zak en stap de trein in

-int. School – afternoon- Ivy zit in de les en kijkt steets naar haar telefoon, afwachtend op een reactie. Ze zucht.

        07.  Int. Sheler – evening

  Noor it in een donkere schuil plek met haar familie. Ze is bang en er is onrust.

NOOR’S MOEDER

(ongerust)

We moeten het land uit!

Noor kijkt haar moeder verbaast en angstig aan. Ze schud haar hooft tegenstrijdig naar haar voor er aan haar arm word getrokken en ze van de grond afgehaald word door haar moeder.

  08.  Out. Street – evening

 9 maanden later en Ivy probeert nog steeds in contact te komen met Noor. Ze belt haar dagelijks maar krijgt geen reacties. Ze kijkt altijd naar de oude appjes als herinnering. Wanneer ze thuis komt zit ze op de bank en kijkt ze haar telefoon droog aan. Er word aangebeld en ze staat op. Ze doet de deur open en voor haar staat Noor. De twee omhelzen elkaar gelijk met tranen in hun ogen.

#script #film #film student #grafic student #movie

[taniecwampirow]

How I met Michael Kunze

Back at home! Sorry for the late reply but I didn’t have an access to my computer earlier.

Perhaps you saw my short post about meeting with Michael Kunze. @merinathropp asked me to tell the whole story, so here it is!

10 years ago I „infected” my friend (let’s call him Tomek) with love for Kunze’s works. Not that long ago he got a grant to write a book about Michael Kunze’s musicals. Tomek made some interviews with Vereinigten Bühnen Wien dramatists, costume designers, and so on, and finally he asked Kunze via email if he and his friend (that’s me) could talk to him. Kunze agreed and invited us to his house. We came there, both quite nervous and excited. We gave him DVDs with 2 Polish musicals to advertise our country a little. I told him that his works made me decide about my future and that I wrote my own musical because of it (and it’s actually played in a real theatre). Then we talked with him for almost 3 hours in his home-office.

On the wall was hanging a big board with drama-musical scheme. There was a lot of books about his musicals, the posters, the Broadway CD of Tanz der Vampire (I joked I thought he would burn it) and small mannequin in Mozart’s outfit.

We talked about a musical theater in general, history, nationalism, Elisabeth, Mozart!, Tanz der Vampire, Marie Antoinette, Lady Bess and other topics. I don’t know if those things appeared in other interviews, but here are some TdV informations that may interest you: 

- Magda was supposed to be a Bertold Brecht-ish character. She shouldn’t be that emotional in the “Tot zu sein ist komisch” scene. - He once again confirmed that the whole „die Unstillbare Gier” is fake. Actually, this song is a parody of Faust and its I-would-give-anything-for-one-happy-moment message. - Krolock is like Freddy Mercury - he uses a lot of pretended theatrical pathos, he is a showman. We know it, but we still think it’s amazing. - I asked him my very-fan-question: how does relationship between Herbert and Krolock looks like. He said he never thought of it and that they are just father and son (obviously). - The falling castle in the old ending is like a beehive. When someone destroys it, the bees - or vampires - spread all over the world. - He said that he likes the old TdV version better, because it is more Polanski’s than the new one. - Herbert appears in Carpe Noctem just because they needed his kind of voice in the song. - For now there is no actor who would be able to play Krolock as the author intended. The ideal actor should play a vampire who only plays his dramatic sorrow and the audience should get it. Kunze tells this to all Krolock-actors but they just can’t do this OR they can’t resist the temptation of being tragic on stage.

At the end we took some pictures with Kunze and said goodbye.

What can I say? I still can’t believe I’ve met the man whose works literally changed my life :) 

PS. Tomek’s book will be released in Polish AND English so if you are interested, I may let you know when it happens.

#tanz der vampire #michael kunze #taniec wampirow #Graf von krolock #Elisabeth Musical

[zwentner]

KeyboardCleanTool

Tastatur auf Knopfdruck “Tot-Schalten” damit man das Teil auch mal sauber machen kann oder wenn die Katze drauf rumläuft…

04.06.2021

Nices Tool, das ich bestimmt mal gebrauchen kann. Sah Apple nicht immer so, aber die sind eben manchmal doof.

KeyboardCleanTool is a super simple little tool which blocks all Keyboard and TouchBar input.

In 2011 Apple rejected the app for the Mac App Store because apparently it’s “not useful”, however I often use it to clean my Macbook Keyboard without producing annoying input.

I have also heard of people who use it to let their toddlers pretend they work on a computer. Also people with cats.

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