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Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Eustass Kid. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it quickly got out of hand very fast. Looks like a two or three parter. afab!reader - but can be read as gn.

Themes: senseless flirting, mature themes, NSFW language, choking, vulgarity, promiscuity, shamelessness, heart-pirate!reader x captain!Eustass Kid, this reader is a perpetual and shameless flirt, heart pirates x reader, partial zoro x reader, platonic law x reader.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here

Song Suggestion: It's Cuffing Season - Dj Rehan, JW Velly

Within the rotund chasm of the crew dining quarters rung a loud and rambunctious melody. The sway of your hips and the lyrics falling from your smiling lips alongside Shachi and Penguin had the mood of the hour joyful and merry. The speakers ignited with the crackle of the powerful ballad screaming over the powered mounted system bordering the ceiling. You swayed your body with Ikkaku’s, your lips relaying the lyrics to the rambunctious melody with a suggestive smile, a smile mirrored by her own elevating to her lips.

These were the cool-down hours: where the Heart-Pirate crew were able to complete tasks they had set aside, or wind down after a hard day's work of following Captain Law’s orders aboard the Polar Tang. Despite his tired and lackluster expression constantly painted across his exhausted face, your captain, Trafalgar D Water-Law, encouraged his entire crew to engage in some lesser restraint as they quiet down before the changeover in shift. 

Law was yet to join in on the celebrations, opting to remain behind in his office for reasons you were yet to become privy to. Although he never allowed himself to truly let go and sway his hips, cry tactless lyrics into the air; he truly enjoyed witnessing the crew join together like this. There were only a few songs he would ever mutter the lyrics along to, most of which were harder in musicality, angst-driven in their choruses, and distorted in tonality. Yet, he would always have a soft smile elevated on his lips when the few of you would gyrate, sway, sing and scream alongside the music over the speakers. 

As Shachi drew a stainless steel whisk up to his lips and began to shout the lyrics into the crossed tip, the music cut out from its place within the electrical power system. In its stead, Captain Trafalgar Law’s voice dictated a few short and curt orders. 

“All hands above deck. Repeat, all hands to the deck. Prepare the Polar Tang to be boarded for a Nakama encounter,” you snapped to the direction of the speaker, Ikkaku’s dancing movements halting beside yours as you listened for further instruction over the system. As no further orders fell from the mechanical mesh, you readjusted your fallen zipper of your white, boiler jumpsuit and spring into action.

“Ohh, a crew boarding? I hope it’s the Straw-Hats! I want to see that little reindeer again,” Bepo noted politely, the thump of his heavy feet stomping along the iron floor beside your smaller steps almost comical. 

“Oh, the crew with the green-haired swordsman coming aboard again?” You asked him, brow quirking and smirk rising at the corner of your lips. Ikkaku laughed at your comment, clapping you on the shoulder and walking with Shachi and Penguin in tow behind you. 

“The one that was almost your type?” Ikkaku’s smile quirked up at Shachi’s question, his arm hooking over your neck as he spoke down into your ear. 

“But not quite, remember?” You giggled at him, playfully extending the sharp secondary knuckle of your index finger into his ribcage, his breath huffing out a hasty exhale at the jolt. Ikkaku and Penguin laughed at Shachi’s wince of pain, his laughter also rising with his crewmates’ and your own. 

Amongst the Heart-Pirates, the crew were not unaccustomed to your unrestrained flirting with them. From your close proximity, to the brush of your fingertips, to a warm embrace offered from your arms, to you lounging against them in the quiet hours. But most of all, your vulgar and unwithheld language going far enough to make the most hardened members of the Heart-Pirates’ cheeks tint crimson. 

It was a game to you, keeping things lively and interesting aboard your ship as you served alongside them as Law’s chief tinkerer. Nothing ever came of the suggestive conversations and provocative language you offered aside from a friendly kiss, alongside the words, “Sorry, love. You’re not my type.” 

As your feet met with the grated bars of the steel steps leading to the deck, Law’s voice cut over the speakers once more to address the crew.

“All hands to the deck, aside from my tinkerer. Go to your workshop and await further instruction,” the distorted crack of his voice did very little to mask the disdain in his voice. There was something bothering your captain - such a bother depicted in his bored and aloof tone. The harbor which anchored such a dirge-like expression which you had very little explanation for. That was, until, the snickering beside you hissed through the smiling teeth of the three human crew members beside you. 

“What’s so funny?” you spat, shimmying from the crook of Shachi’s arm and facing the four of them with your hands on your hips. 

“Oh, nothing,” Ikkaku giggled before sucking her lips into her mouth to stifle more of her laughter from freely falling from between them. You glanced between the other three, all raising their hands in defense to your pointed gaze. 

“Alright, keep your damn secrets to yourselves,” you scoffed, turning your nose up in the air at them before snuggling into Bepo, who eagerly returned your brief embrace, “I’ll see you after the Nakama meet up, I suppose.” They bid their farewells to you, snickering and giggling as they exited the iron hatch of the Polar Tang to rise above decks. 

After sculking the halls down the long and lonely corridors to your office, you were shocked at the sight greeting you upon opening the large door. Although he depicted further instruction was awaiting you, you were anticipating private instruction to be carried through your personal Den-Den-Mushi rather than meeting with your Captain himself. 

Captain Law was sitting at your desk, his ankles hooked on top of your workbench with his hands laced behind his head, cradling his neck. He lazily glanced through the corner of his eyes at you before slowly unlacing his ankles and rising to his feet. His fingertips clasped his impressive sword, the smoothness of his scabbard reflected in the dim light of your office. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Cap? Shouldn’t you be-?” you began, your words halted immediately by Law’s response.

“-Cut the shit, Tink,” your titled nickname falling in lieu of your real name or formal title from Law’s lips. You relaxed your shoulder against the doorframe, folding your arms across your chest while pursing your lips. You tapped your index finger on your bicep while you awaited further direction from the man in front of you. 

With an exasperated sigh, he elevated his slender, tattooed, fingers to his brow and pinched the center between his index and thumb. He huffed a final growl before he bore his honeyed eyes into your awaiting features. 

“It seems I will be unable to keep you distracted for the entire time they’ll be here this time,” he muttered to himself in a voice almost impossible for you to catch. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to question him further. He halted your words by removing his fingers from his brow to face his palm out to you.

“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” he continued to hold his intense and stern gaze into your eyes, “Don’t.” 

“‘Don’t’ what, Law? What are you talking about-?” you began, halted again by Law’s dictation once again.

“-Just...” Law turned his face slightly away from you, “...-Just don’t, okay? I know you, I know what you’re like, and I’m just letting you know now, and know once. Don’t.”

You were unable to form an adequate response before he stormed out of your workshop and wordlessly gestured for you to follow behind him above deck with his index finger, a hooked motion calling to you. Your captain’s words swirled in your head, your eyes locking on to his neck and tracing his skin with your inquisitive gaze. 

-

Your relationship with your captain was as close a friendship as you could ever muster with such a person. He sought out your skills as a tinkerer, your reputation preceding you when you demonstrated your skilled hands to him. You both bonded over unique collections, his coins and comics, your rocks and pinned insect and arachnid display. Both having a unique place to relay information about your special and unique interests with one another was sacred, and so incredibly special to the both of you.

Where Law and you differed was in how you chose to display your humors: Law holding his hand close to his chest before he truly displays how unhinged his humor was with dark commentary, whereas you were a perpetual flirt with provocative language and sultry advances. You both held each other in a professional standing, before your words took a turn for requited flirtation. Law would reciprocate your vulgarity, and you would mirror back that darkness he expressed, if ever your conversations became flirtatious and humorous with him. 

And that is where, like the others, you ended the flirtatious rapport with a simple utterance of: “Forgive me, Cap. You’re not my type,” which threw the captain and crew into an uproar of outrageous laughter. Speculating on what exactly your type was, you finally gave into their incessant interrogation after being offered your fifth drink for the evening from the hands of Shachi. 

“Fine,” you spat, your arm swaying as you handled your filled pint, “I like them big. And I truly mean big. Like, throw me over the shoulder big. Like, ‘will it fit’ big. Especially if they’ve got that feral twinkle in their eyes that looks at you like they’d want to kill you,” you confessed, your voice swooning at the thought. After taking a heaping gulp from your drink, you added, “You’re all very beautiful, handsome, and spectacular. But, I just need someone who looks like they could lovingly and desperately break me in half. Bonus points if they’re good with machines, so we can bond.”

After coming down from your whimsical confession, you glanced at the crew. Bepo’s ears were covered by both Shachi and Penguin’s hands - all three of their jaws comically slackened. Law’s teeth were clenched in an awkward, cringe-like, straightened smile with lazy, half-hooded eyes. Ikkaku’s cheeks were tinted red with the elevated hue of rushed blood, her lips broken into a wide grin with her eyes twinkling at the confession. 

All of these things were true. You were a person of refined taste, a taste which seemed scarce to come by with the crew you had found yourself working beside. There was Jean Bart, but he was not overly interested in tending to a relationship with you. There was Uni, but your interests fell short when he only depicted gentleness and kindness towards you in lieu of your craving for something more brutal. 

Both men remained high spirited and friendly with you despite your attempt at a fling with them falling through. You needed something more. Something more unhinged. Something a little unpredictable, feral and dangerous. 

-

As Law led you above deck, the voice of Jean Bart called for all crew to fall in line to welcome the Nakama crew above deck. Without looking up, you hastily drew yourself between Penguin and Ikkaku, Shachi on the other side of Penguin and Bepo beside Ikkaku as you all stood alert with your arms by your sides.

“At ease, Heart-Pirates,” Law commanded, shooting you one more pointed and narrow-eyed look before turning back to speak with the foreign captains and their crews. It seemed two crews had joined the deck of the Polar Tang: The Straw-Hat Pirates alongside another crew you did not recognise. You quickly examined the First-Mate of the Straw-Hat crew, who met your eyes with a small smirk before returning back to fix his gaze on his captain alongside his crew. 

Zoro was almost your type. A night you shared with one another, being evidence enough to your crew, that you had nearly found someone you deemed feral and hulking enough to share in your company. When your lips met his: his actions were closer to timid and gentle as they joined with yours. The fires of passion were there, the small amount of danger also present, but he was still not your type. He was handsome, sure enough. He was aggressive, absolutely. He reciprocated your flirtations with a small elevation of flush tinting his cheeks a warm hue of pink, which you found endearing. 

The night concluded with a few deepened kisses, roaming touches from your hands holding each other firmly beneath the stars aboard the Sunny. However, nothing further ever came between the two of you. After that night, the you both remained quite good friends and shared in each other's company, with unhinged and illicit conversation, each time Law met with his captain. He kept pace with you when you drank, spurting dark vulgarity subtly into your ear at the dining table when your crews met; but it was all in good humor and never truly to initiate anything rising further between you. 

A small pull at the corner of your sleeve from Ikkaku broke you away from your reminiscing, your face turning to look at her with your brows knitting in confusion. Her lips were sucked into her mouth, her eyes wide in excitement as she bore her gaze directly ahead. 

“What’s wrong with you?” your hushed whisper growled at her. She removed her grip on your sleeve and raised her hand to your chin, turning your head without pulling her eyes away from their fixed point in front of her. 

“This is who the Captain was keeping from you. Ever wonder why he’d been working you so hard when we meet up with certain crews? He’s why,” she muttered, her lips still sucked within her lips to stifle her rising joy. You allowed her to turn your jaw ahead, your eyes meeting with a hulking figure of a man with fiery red hair. 

Your jaw fell slack before your lips pulled up into a broad smile as your eyes fixed themselves on him. He was intimidating, he was hulking, and he was big. Your eyes shamelessly raked themselves over his body, halting on his calves, his thighs, his ass, his arm, his metal arm, his broad chest, his grimace, his makeup, his blaster goggles hoisting his untamed locks away from his face-. 

-You hastily drew your eyes back to his left arm, metal in make and incredibly large. It looked heavy, intricate, and mechanical. Your interest deepened at each sway of his arms, flex of his muscles and wind of cogs and bolts within his intricate piece attached to his severed limb. Starstruck, captivated, and interest immediately peaked; you continued to rake your eyes over this foreign man aboard the Polar Tang. 

“O-Oh? Oh m-my-...” you couldn’t find the words to form a cohesive string of sentences, your eyes fixed on his arm as you studied it. His mechanical fingertips were clenching, his grimace splitting his scarred face, and his hair bobbing beneath blaster goggles each time he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I know, right? Law has been trying so desperately to keep you from meeting him,” Ikkaku added, prompting you to hum deeply in interest with your tongue darting out to dampen your bottom lip. 

“That’s your type, then?” Penguin and Shachi uttered in unison, their downturned smiles through gritted teeth cringing through the question. 

“That’s-,” you took a moment to collect your thoughts, swallowing a lump of dry saliva within your mouth, ”-Exactly, my type,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke aloud. 

“And this is why each time we see the Victoria Punk, we have to keep you below deck and distracted,” Ikkaku managed to stutter out through her giggles. You quickly snapped your eyes back to her, your gaze narrowed and accusatory.

“We’ve had him,” you snapped your eyes away from the hulking gentleman to stare at Ikkaku, “On the Polar Tang more than once?” You snapped your eyes from Ikkaku to turn to Penguin on your other side, “And you managed to keep me distracted?” you uttered through gritted teeth. Ikkaku shrugged her shoulders, puffing out her cheeks to halt an uproar of laughter from falling from her lips. 

“Captain’s orders,” Shachi confirmed with a curt nod, stooping out from falling in line to meet his spectacle-covered eyes with yours, “He knows what you’re like, and how you’d react.” He stepped back in line and grunted out a soft cough to clear his throat. 

You turned your eyes back to the redhead, quickly looking over his hulking crew before hardening your resolve and humming deeply. 

“I am-...” you began, raking your eyes back over his body again, “...-I am going to climb him like a tree.” 

Snickers began to fall through the nose of Ikkaku, a small giggle elevating in Penguin’s chest, a huff of air snorting through Shachi’s nose.

“I gotta know what that hand does,” you confessed, your eyes full of wonderment and your tone full of longing desire, “What it feels like. Is it smooth? Does it have different settings? Is it cold? Can he control the pressure? I have to know, for science. I want him-...” you trailed off before dreamily adding: “...-To choke me.” 

More laughter and teeters from your friends around you threatened to break through the seal of their clenched lips, Penguin raising his palm to halt his laughter. 

“Look at his eyes. He’s got so much pent up hate in that twinkle,” you continued, a whimsical sigh exiting your lips, “I hope he’s the type that scowls into your face while he fucks you hard. Or maybe he’s the type to bend you over a desk while he frantically rams himself into you.” 

Ikkaku’s higher pitched whimpered laughter almost broke through her lips, elevating both her hands to clench over the bottom half of her face to stifle her laughter. Penguin was not faring much better, his teeters boiling close to breaking point. Shachi pulled his hat over his eyes in an effort to hide his blush.

“I wonder if all of him is as big, hard and angry as the rest of him,” you hummed, deep in thought. A choked snort threatened to break through Shachi’s nose, Ikkaku held her breath while Penguin cringed behind his palm. 

Zoro immediately drew his eye away from his captain and examined the five of you all huddled together in a line. He focussed on your lips moving, reading the unhinged commentary you were entertaining your crewmen with: noticing your gaze was fixed on Eustass Kid. His smirk immediately broke up his lips, his eyes closing as he huffed out a subtle laugh he disguised with a cough. 

“And the scars. Are they sensitive? I wonder if he’d writhe when I lick them,” you spoke with wonderment, “How far do they go down? Is it just his face, neck, arm, and chest - or do they go all the way down his body? I would happily lick, kiss and suck my way down while mapping his flesh beneath my lips. Oooh, I wonder if he’s ticklish.” 

Zoro’s gaze was now fully fixed on your lips, relaying every word of your hushed conversation lowly to Nami standing beside him. She began holding in her own laughter, choking back stifled whimpers while hearing the repetition of your vulgarity from the first-mate beside her. Nami was also a crewmate you enjoyed spending time with when the Nakama meetings drew the Straw-Hats and Heart-Pirate crews together, appreciating how effortlessly you relayed your desires and flirtations to your crewmen. 

“And his face paint. Does it smear when it's coated in sweat and saliva? His face looks like a comfortable place to sit,” you raked your eyes over his face, focussing on his grimacing lips, “He looks like he’d be an aggressive kisser. I wonder if he bites when he eats pu-.”

That was the comment that broke the seal, the three companions by your side finally breaking into an uproar of laughter. The three crews and their captains snapped their attention over to you. You held a look of absolute innocence, your eyes finally meeting with the intimidating presence of the feral, redheaded captain. 

His intense rage directed at you had you swooning, your knees buckling and your breath sighing at him. Heat flushed your cheeks the longer your eyes were locked with his. The flutter of your heartbeat and deep sigh departing from your lips perplexed him, depicted by the rage-riddled confusion knitting his brows together deeper.

Without warning with a few quick strides, your captain strutted over to your position among your crewmates.

“Tinkerer,” he spat, your body doing little to hide your longing as you desperately attempted to look behind Trafalgar Law to return your gaze to the Nakama behind you, “I said don’t.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you apologized sincerely, snapping your eyes up to his intense gaze,and assuming a more formal position. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chin elevated in the air and your expression hardened and practiced.

“I just-...” he growled, his eyes clamping shut tightly before reopening, “...It was a suggestion, Tink. Not an order.” He straightened his posture, swirling his neck to relieve it of tension, “At ease, but keep it quiet. Alright?”

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled, relaxing in your stature and beaming a brilliant smile up at him with a shrug, “I am going to test out how loud I can make him roar my name while he fills me full of his hot, sticky cu-.”

“-TINK!” Law scolded you with an exasperated growl, the remainder of the Heart-Pirates bursting into a large, unbridled gaggle of laughter. 

Far enough away to not hear the conversation Law was holding with you, Zoro’s smirk cut his face wider at Law’s roar. A low, rumbled chuckle shook Zoro’s shoulders, alerting Luffy and Eustass Kid of his amusement. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kid’s voice cracked through the air, causing Zoro’s chuckle to halt but his amusement remained. 

“Go ask Cap’n Law’s crew,” Zoro suggested nonchalantly with a shrug. Luffy quirked his head to the side, his wide eyes holding mild curiosity. Nami clapped her hands over her lips and shook her head, while Robin’s knowing smile drew itself up to decorate her face with her humor. 

“Why would I do that?” Kid growled, turning his intense auburn eyes back to the scene befaling Law and his crew. Law turned back to the two captains, a rise of a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fixed his hat atop his head. 

Behind the tattooed captain, you stood with your brow raised and following your captain’s retreat. He examined you briefly, noting you were holding a hushed conversation with your crewmates behind your captain’s back that had a blush rise to their cheeks, lips curling up into broad smiles, and shoulders quaking in laughter. You were confident, that much was sure. 

As Kid met his eyes with yours, he saw your cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes glancing at him with a beckoning taunt. He watched as you shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, pausing on a few key areas and your lips moving with a smile as you spoke. 

Kid immediately rose to your challenge, striding immediately over with haste and brushing his shoulder heavily past Law’s - who was too late to halt the meeting of an impossible force colliding with an immovable object. Law held out his arm in warning, an action falling short as the hulking figure covered your body in the shroud of his shadow. His presence sucked the very breath from your body, his intense, piercing gaze burned you as you gazed into them. Lips curling back into a snarl, he scrunched his nose alongside his brows. 

“The fuck are you all laughing at?” He roared, his hard gaze stealing the air from within your lungs. He was even more spectacular at his closer proximity, holding you briefly starstruck under his dangerous aura. 

“Aww, nothing to say? Something clamping down on your tongue to keep it from moving?” he grimaced his lips up into a cruel snarl. At his taunt, your brief awestruck expression was replaced with a channel for your vulgarity.

“Why, are you offering?” You bite back, your eyes dark with their challenge, “I bet you have an array of things you could use to keep my tongue occupied.” His eyes widened, his grimace falling a little at your words.

“Come again?” He asked, hunching over to draw his face close to yours. He bore his teeth at you, his shock written all over his face. 

“I hope so, Sir,” you smile dreamily up at him, “As many times as you can handle it.” 

Your crewmen beside you sucked in whimpered breaths, hoping and praying the larger man at least found humor in your comments if not anything else. You continued to hold your half-lidded eyes, glazed over with unwithheld lust and need meeting with his wide eyes, pupils shrunk small and expression angry.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he spat, his brows creasing in the middle of his forehead as his scowl returned, “I should gag, choke and flog you for that.”

“And I would say ‘thank you’, Sir,” you hummed in affirmation, stepping your body closer to his towering form. Reactionary, he stepped further towards you, completely ignoring your crewmates beside you witnessing your interaction. You could feel the waves of tension elevating and igniting fury beneath his hulking form. 

“If this is your way of pissing me off,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice echoing within his chest shot a delightful shiver to your spine, “Believe me, it’s fuckin’ working, Sunshine.” 

Your heart swelled at his bestowment of such a sweet title onto you, your comrades in arms staring at you in horror as you swooned. Shachi and Penguin were rapidly shaking their heads from side to side in an attempt to warn you to cease your shameless advance of the foreign captain. Ikkaku stifled a smaller gasped whimper, while Bepo covered his ears. 

“So violent,” your voice shuddered in delight with an airy breathiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you intend on seeing it through, Sir.” 

Eustass Kid was stunned.

He had not received such provocative and forthcoming flirtation in this way before, and he truly had no idea if your crude words were just a depiction of your humor to entertain yourself, or if you truly meant what you were saying. If your expressions were just an act to draw a laugh from your crewmen, he no longer wanted to take part in engaging with you in this way. However, if you were truly interested in him - your shameless and tasteless salaciousness was indeed igniting something within the tinkerer-captain.

“You don’t even know who I am, Sunshine,” he informed you, drawing up his mechanical left hand and threatening to cage your neck within its cool, steely grip.

“Then educate me on the name I’ll be blissfully crying praises for, Sir,” you groaned, leaning your neck against the index finger of the mechanical contraption. 

“You got a lot of nerve to be talking shit about me in front everyone,” he pressed the heel of his metallic palm further into your flesh and curled the digits around your throat, “I’m not a fan of being the butt of some fucked up joke.”

“They’re not laughing at you, Sir. It’s ridicule at my expense,” you confessed, groaning at the feeling of cool metal pressing dangerously hard against your jugular, “They’re laughing at how much I want you, which I do. I really do, if you’re up to the task.” 

Kid’s breath was now taking its turn in being stolen from his lungs, your confession weighing as heavy on his heart as his mechanical arm was on his shoulder. He took a moment to process the words falling freely from your lips before he calculated an appropriate response. 

“The fuck did you just say-...?” Kid asked you quietly, his arm faltering its grip around your neck while his balled fist clenched tighter to stifle his rising anger. 

“You heard me,” you taunted him further, not tearing your eyes from his for even a moment. Your smile never faltered, your eyes displaying their unbridled lust and craving for him within your blackened pupils, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told twice.” 

“And what kind of guy do I look like to you?” he spat at you, wringing your neck between his steel fingers.

“A big one,” you gasped a whimpering moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt every movement offered by the mechanical contraption. You would adore taking the time to study such a beautiful object in your workshop, but for now; your curiosity was satisfied by the feeling of the hulking larger man caging you beneath its cool grasp.

“You want me to show you how big I really am, Sunshine?” his face split into a broad grin, his brow creasing in the center to deepen his sinister expression, “At least you already know how to call me ‘Sir’.” 

Before you could utter another word, Law pulled the captain’s attention away from you with a grasp of his hand on his right forearm. Before he could squeeze his metal fingers around your neck further, he drew them away from your flesh as Captain Law interrupted your building tension.

“Captain Kid,” his stern voice cut through the air, the redhead’s eyes snapped over to meet with the yellow irises of your captain, “I apologize for my tinkerer’s obscenity. They know better,” he shot you a pointed look, one you returned with a stubborn huff of breath. “Tink, I warned you. You’re dismissed. Workshop, now.” 

“Aye-aye, Captain,” you spat, your heels clicking together as you saluted him with your index and middle finger. You marched yourself below decks, mentally scolding yourself on your shamelessness in front of someone who was finally your type. 

As the door closed behind you, Law released a breath he didn’t know he was withholding. As he opened his mouth to speak, Kid spoke over him.

“Did you say tinkerer, Traffy?” his eyes were still fixed on the door you just exited through, his voice almost soft in curiosity.

“That I did,” Law confessed with a huffed breath, “Let’s get back to our meeting so we can get this bullshit over with, yeah?” 

“Yeah…” Kid exhaled, turning back to meet his gaze with Luffy and his own crew. He spared one more glance over his shoulder towards the lower deck door of the Polar Tang. Curiosity had you plaguing his thoughts, swirling within every crevice of his mind as he attempted to engage in the fruitless Nakama meeting with the Heart, Kid and Straw-Hat pirate captains. 

Pausing just before joining up with Luffy, Kid turned once more to Law and grunted out a small cough. Law lazily turned his face over to him, angling his chin upwards to stare at the larger man. Kid’s cheeks dusted with a small tint of pink, elevating his right hand and pressing it against his lips while grunting through his next choice words. 

“They single?”

Law groaned, throwing his head back as he and Kid rejoined themselves next to Luffy to discuss the next aspect of their meeting: no words finding anchor within the Straw-Hat captain’s mind, as he was too busy contemplating when the next meal was to be presented. Will Sanji cook it? Will Kid’s crew, or Law’s provide it? Will it include meat? He hoped it would.

Part 2

#one piece #x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #kid pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #shachi and penguin #op eustass kid #supernova trio #my writing #eustass kid is a secret softie #eustass kid is also a flirt

[mewsingsbynataliek]

NSR Halloween DLC ideas, just in time for Spooky Night!

The soundtrack for the Halloween DLC would feature instruments associated with the holiday being incorporated into the songs, such as pipe organ and theremin.

The Bosses

DJ Subatomic Supernova

DJSS is a scarecrow, wearing a straw hat, flannel shirt, and denim overalls (cut-off, of course!).

For the battlefield, the background of the Planetarium is a deep orange. The planets he uses to attack are replaced with pumpkins, and the asteroids are replaced by a swarm of crows.

Sayu

Sayu is a cute ghost girl. (I felt it would be fitting since she’s a floaty character.) She's slightly translucent and sports a ghostly wisp-like tail rather than her regular mermaid tail. Her colour palette features off-whites and faded pastels, making her look more etherial.

Sayu wears a tattered white Victorian/Lolita-style dress, lacy cuffs around her wrists and a little bow on her head.

For Phase 2, her dress becomes poofier and more elaborate as small ribbons resembling tentacles appear around her waist. Her trident is completely white.

Phase 3 has her go full-on ghost bride. Her dress has a huge multi-tiered skirt, her hair is adorned with a long veil, and her tentacle ribbons have grown to full length. Her deep-sea mode has her face turn glowing green with solid black eyes, making her resemble a spookfish, while her “tentacles” feature flickering lights similar to a bioluminescent jellyfish.

Her final form is basically your stereotypical bedsheet ghost shape with her legs sticking out the bottom.

Sayu’s team are dressed in dark wizard-like robes, and each of them are wearing masks like the ones worn by Lock, Shock, and Barrel from The Nightmare Before Christmas. 

For the battlefield, the “landscape” is dotted with jack-o-lanterns, tombstones, and dead trees. The background is changed to a seafoam green color, with wispy little ghosts flying about.

Yinu and Mother 

Yinu is dressed as a cute little witch. Her hair is in pigtails similar to her Christmas skin, and her witch hat is adorned with fall leaves and little jack-o-lanterns.

Mother, meanwhile, is a spooky Halloween tree with spiders. Her dress is a dark wood colour with translucent, ragged-edged sleeves, and she wears a thorny hairband and spiderweb earrings.

The ends of her “hair” have been dyed the same colour as her dress, and she wears both black lipstick and black nail polish.

When she grows bigger, her branches begin to sprout large thorns, which end up making her cage form look more like a spiderweb. (There are even little fake spiders sitting on top of it!)

For the battlefield, the stage is decorated to evoke a bountiful harvest, with pumpkins, hay bales, bundles of wheat, stalks of corn, apple trees, cornucopias, and garlands of leaves.

Both the gate and the giant piano hammers are adorned with thorny branches and autumn leaves.

1010 

1010 are pirate ghosts. (As a fun gag, Blue could wear two eyepatches instead of his sunglasses!)

Meanwhile, Neon J is their ghostly captain, complete with a captain’s hat, a sword at his belt, a fake parrot on his shoulder, and – once again – a fake beard attached to his screen head.

For the battlefield, the flying limousine is decked out to look like a pirate ship, with a mast, a crow’s nest, and a tattered sail.

(I felt 1010 as pirates would be fitting since they're a navy-themed boyband and Neon J was a captain in the navy.)

Eve 

Eve is dressed as Medusa.

Her dark green dress has a scaly pattern, and she accessories with a lot of gold, including spiralling gold sandals and a golden diadem crown.

Her hair has been dyed, shaped, and styled to look like several little writhing serpents.

Her backpiece is composed of even more snakes in gold and teal which wrap around her upper torso and spread out behind her like a peacock’s tail.

Eve’s pupils even become snake-like starting at Phase 2!

For the battlefield, Eve’s gallery has been transformed into an Ancient Greek temple, but with a postmodern/vapourwave twist. Stylized Greco-Roman columns with snakes wrapped around them line the walls, and an ancient looking gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The left side would be eggplant purple while the right side would be cerulean blue.

If the player gets hit by the eye lasers from Eve’s giant statue, they’ll actually turn to stone and be frozen in place for a short time.

For Phase 2, on Mayday’s side, the snakes wrapped around the columns have grown larger and are now looming over Mayday, their faces twisted into angry snarls (representing Eve’s derisiveness and hostility towards May).

Meanwhile, Zuke’s side features floating fragments of ruined columns (representing how lost and incomplete Eve felt after Zuke left her). 

Phase 3 is where it really starts to get trippy. Both rooms feature ruined columns and floating shards, along with giant brightly colored snakes slithering all over the background.

The shards in Zuke’s side reflect images of faces screaming in anguish, while the shards on Mayday’s side have limbs protruding from them- one shard has three legs protruding from them in reference to a trinacia. (Look up what a trinacia is to understand the reference!)

Tatiana

Tatiana is a vampire.

She wears black and red robes with bat wing-edged sleeves and a wide collar. Her earrings are coffin shaped, and she has small, pointed fangs that can be seen when she opens her mouth.

At the beginning of her battle, she starts throwing flaming bats.

For the battlefield, Tatiana's office/battle arena is made to feel like a vampire’s castle tower.

The whole room is lit with a deep red glow, and the tall windows that feature the NSR murals are topped with pointed arches, giving them a Gothic look.

You can even see some glass bottles filled with (ahem) red liquid on Tatiana’s desk.

Meanwhile, the Goolings' stage outside is decorated with jack-o-lanterns and hanging skeletons.

DK West

DK West is dressed as Frankenstein FrankenWest!

His look consists of neck bolts, stitch markings, and a dark ragged recolour of his original outfit.

His bull shadow puppet has matching neck bolts, which even emit shadowy electricity when it appears during the battle.

Bunk Bed Junction

Mayday

Mayday is dressed as an imp, wearing a bright red dress with black sleeves and waistcoat, black wings, red horns, and a red tail.

Her guitar is deep purple and splattered with glowing orange paint. It emits a wolf howl when she powers it up for the Showstopper.

Zuke 

Zuke is a werewolf. Ragged clothes with fake fur poking out, extra fur attached to his forearms (don’t ask how got it on there), pointed ears, a bushy tail, pointed fangs, his nose has been painted. Pretty simple.

His drumsticks are splattered with glowing green paint and tipped with tiny light-up pumpkins.

The Other NPCs

Ellie has little bat wings attached to her back and wears a springy bat antenna headband.

And last but not least, 

Kliff . . . is just wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses. Yup. That's it.

Let me know what you all think. I’d love to hear some feedback. Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween!

#no straight roads #halloween #dlc ideas #long post #sorry for this being so long #I wish I could draw these but I don't have the equipment #I had so much fun coming up with these concepts #descriptive writing #if this inspires any fan art please let me know id love to see it :) #nsr mayday #nsr 1010 #nsr zuke #neon j #dj subatomic supernova #nsr sayu #nsr yinu #nsr mother #nsr eve #tatiana nsr #ellie nsr #nsr kliff #there's just something so funny about the idea of eve being like

[kayakischaotic]

PJO/HOO/TOA HEADCANONSSSS 🎉🎉🎉

WHOS READY TO RUMBLEE

also I haven’t read the books in awhile + I have terrible memory so o7

clears my throat

PERCY JACKSON:

—>all my faves had a emo phase. including Peter Johnson

—>he owns a BUNCH of different earrings, nothing too big or extravagant, but like a little fish, maybe an arrow, etc

—>dyes part of his hair blue because he’s Percy

—>Sally TOTALLY knew he was bi when he was little

—>has a bi flag necklace (I’m jealous)

—>once dyed his hair blonde while he was at camp and after everyone called him a dumb blonde he decided to never dye it blonde again

—>he totally loves having his hair played with cause Sally used to always play with his hair when he was a kid

—>his eyes change from blue to green depending on the lighting

—>he’s been the little mermaid for Halloween at LEAST once

—>has an extensive collection of Hawaiian shirts

ANNABETH CHASE:

—>she sticks a bunch of little pins on her Yankees hat

—>doesn’t know how to drive (at least not very well)

—>if she could she’d have road rage so much

—>probably owns at least 5 different pairs of earbuds/headphones that she uses on her iPod and/or Daedalus’s laptop

—>building a campus place similar to New Rome at CHB

—>instead of a box of chocolates for Valentines day, she once gave Percy a bag of M&M’s. but only the blue ones

—>drinks at least 3 cups of coffee most days

—>bi-curious/questioning

—>also questioning her gender a bit

—>read Harry Potter and couldn’t tell if she wanted to BE Hermione or be WITH Hermione (still can’t tell)

GROVER UNDERWOOD:

—>pan, ace

—>will eat anything if he’s stressed

—>has little rings he can put around his horns for added style

—>tism

—>he/they KING!!

—>will just snack on a head of lettuce

—>has to wear reading glasses (what a nerd /pos)

—>has an extensive knowledge of which plants around CHB taste good, and which taste bad (has definitely been taken to the medics once or twice for eating poisonous plants)

JASON GRACE:

—>everyone makes fun of him because of The Brick™️.

—>THEATER KID

—>will ramble to you about wolves for as long as you will let him

—>frequently dyes small strips of his hair with hair chalk

—>him and Annabeth are like best friends. please.

—>questioning

PIPER MCLEAN:

—>she ate the rest of the non-blue M&M’s for Annabeth

—>genderfluid she/her lesbian.

—>helps Hazel, Annabeth, and the other girls do their hair (and sometimes Percy)

—>sees Jason and Leo as her brothers

—>wears suits to fancy events

—>usually uses her charmspeak to win at board games

—>girl in red’s biggest fan

—>EVERYONES WINGMAN

LEO VALDEZ:

—>makes everyone friendship bracelets

—>will totally light candles just to watch them burn

—>pretends he’s Festus’s vet whenever he has to fix him

—>calls the Argo II his child

—>doesn’t have a proper sleep schedule in the slightest…

—>gay, demiboy

—>totally introduced everyone else to neo/xeno pronouns

—>he/they/it mainly, but also uses a bunch of neos and xenos

—>has a dragon stuffed animal he calls Festus Jr. that he struggles to sleep without

—>he is the autism creature /j

—>will call anyone in sight bro or dude

—>scared of heights

—>keeps calling himself “the rizzler”

REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO:

—>therapist friend

—they/she

—demiromantic asexual

—>astrology lover

—>straight A student without trying or studying

HAZEL LEVESQUE:

—>the only person on the Argo II that can keep a plant alive (somehow)

—>unlabeled

—>her and Nico help paint everyone’s nails

—>is always wearing either a skirt or overalls. (better yet: overalls skirt)

—>lactose intolerant

—>totally holds a dance at Camp Jupiter that is similar to a school dance at least once a year

FRANK ZHANG:

—>token straight friend

—>has a fairly large stuffed animal collection (only to be rivaled by Octavian’s)

—>if he ever visits CHB he purposely avoids being near the fire

—>makes the rest of the 7 watch superhero movies with him

—>owns lots of comics

—>him and Percy ramble about superheroes and comics together

NICO DI ANGELO:

—>certified DJ of the 7

—>his favorite restaurant isn’t even McDonald’s.. (it’s Olive Garden /j)

—>if demigods could use technology, he would totally be a tumblr user. (happy (late) Ides of March)

—>THEATER KID

—>he keeps saying “gaslight gatekeep girlboss” and everyone is kinda confused

—>loves listening to 70s/80s/90s rock

—>is (attempting) to learn the drums

—>survives off of energy drinks and coffee

—>has a nightlight in his cabin for when Will visits

—>also listens to Crywank

WILL SOLACE:

—>definitely has dressed up as a lamp for Halloween

—>HE/THEY!!!

—> trying to convince Nico to be in a band with him, playing guitar, Austin, playing sax, and Apollo, playing flute (Nico’s not having it)

—>favorite color is “all of them”

—>attempts to grow plants (fails)

—>he would totally be addicted to Tiktok if he had it

—>if anyone asks what time it is he will respond one of three ways: “it’s time for lunch” “its game time” or “it’s time for you to get a WATCH”

—>he’s really bad at reading clocks

—>totally cried during Frozen

APOLLO/LESTER PAPADOPOULOS:

—>he/they bi icon

—>motto is “fake it til you make it”

—>adhd, probably

—>always looses board games

—>chronically online…

—>will purposely sing the wrong words to popular songs so half of CHB thinks they’ve been singing these songs wrong the entire time

—>him and Nico bond over saying things like “gaslight gatekeep girlboss”

—>scared of the dark

—>quotes Mean Girls at least once a day

—>trying to make a theater class at CHB (Chiron agrees, Dionysus is… not quite there yet)

—>surprisingly good at lying (fake it til you make it!)

—>some Aphrodite kids told him their skincare secrets while he was mortal and gave them a few products

—>wears eyeliner on a daily basis

—>when he was a mortal the Aphrodite cabin and his cabin played dress-up on him and made him wear a bunch of weird outfits

THATS ALL FOR NOW!!!!!

I bet you totally can’t tell who my favorites are by how much they have put down…. /s

TELL ME SOME OF YOUR HEADCANONS SO I CAN ADD THEM TO MY HOARD

#pjo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo #will solace #apollo #lester papadopoulos

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The Not So Great Outdoors: Pt. 1

"Yo! We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm your host Chris McLean!" A guy in his mid-twenties introduces himself in front of a dock on the water. "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!" He says, making his way down the wooden dock. "Here's the deal, 23 campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other. Then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down "The Dock Of Shame." Take a ride on the loser boat and leave Total Drama Island, for good." He pretends to be hitting with a golf club then moves on to another area. "Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." He then picks up one of the three marshmallows on a stick that lays on a metal bar, biting the white thing of fluff to eat. "In the end, only one will be left standing. And will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and small fortune, which let's face it they'll probably blow in a week." He lifts up a thing of magazines then a small chest of jewelry and other shiny things. "To survive they'll have to battle;" It cuts to bear hands swinging at flies. "Black flies, grizzly bears," the bear roars. "Disgusting camp food," a bowl of worms now shows, "Hey now." A big worm speaks. "And each other." It cuts back to Chris. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp." It then shows some of the cameras over the island. "Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here from now on... Total Drama Island!!" He announces and it cuts to the theme song.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island. All right, it's time to meet our first 12 campers. We told them they'd all be staying at a five-star resort, so if they seem a little T.Oed that's probably why. Also! We have an uneven amount of campers to purposely make it a little unfair." He whispers to the camera. Grinning, I turned to see the first boat arrive.

The first girl to show up wore pink pants and a blue and green shirt. "Beth, what's up?" To his question, she excitedly ran up to him and hugged the host. "It's so incredulous to meet you!" She then backs away. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life." She informs him as he fixes his shirt. She waves at the camera innocently."Uh... Thanks." It then moves on one by one, DJ who seemed annoyed by it being different than the brochure. Gwen a goth girl, is angry about what she signed up for, Chris then shows a stack of papers. Next is a bond party dude wearing an open pink shirt and a cowboy hat, Geoff who just looks happy to be there. The girl after him is wearing a black crop top with jean shorts, and a pink belt looped around, smiling gently, [Name]. Geoff helped her down from the boat. Then a dimwitted blonde girl with shorter clothing was helped down by Chris. Behind is your typical mean girl, Heath whom Beth excitedly came up to who did not get the same response. Loud music blares, a boy with piercings, a green mohawk, and a skull on a black T. Typical bad boy, Duncan who doesn't like surprises. Horn honks and comes to an athletic boy water skiing who ultimately falls into the water, Tyler, lands on the suitcases, a case splashing into the water, soaking Heather. Chris giggled at the scene, while he was distracted by the hilarious scene a redheaded boy breathed deeply on his neck. [Name] makes a disgusted expression but noticing the camera she quickly covers it with a smile. Harold, the redhead was actually happy about being at the campsite. Number nine, Trent who plays guitar, knows Chris from the figure-skating show.

Trent even shows slight disappointment but being between Gwen and [Name] he lightens up the tiniest bit.

Bridgette, the next blonde girl holding her surfboard, unknowingly swung it around and knocked a few people. Next is Noah who asked if they knew about his allergies. Duncan already messing with the kid. Here comes the curvy, bodacious girl, Leshawna who Harold has easily fallen for. But calling her big and loud, ticking her off.

Two girls in matching everything came net, Katie and Sadie who were super enthusiastic about it being a camp. Unfortunately behind them is a kid in a blue beanie who's a smart ass, Ezekial. Homeschool kid, what else can I say?

A scrawny-looking kid after him, Cody tries to act cool and like a ladies' man. He goes right next to [Name], and she tries her best to stay polite to him even though he is drooling over her already.

A buff girl in dark blue is Eva, already angry. Loud coming on the deck is a bigger blond dude, Owen. Chris trying to match his energy at how he finds everything awesome until it's too much. A precise smart girl who's neat and very nice, Courtney like the other chick gawk over the next contestant, a beautiful-looking male model, Justin. Even Owen. Sadie fainted.

A crazy contestant, a redheaded girl named Izzy slipped and fell, face-planting onto the dock and then dropping into the water. Courtney and [Name] seemed to be the only ones worried.

"Everyone on the dock!" He gets on the boat as everyone poses for the camera, [Name] standing beside Heather and Cody. As it clicked there was no flash. "Oops, forgot the lens cap." He fixes his mistake. "Okay, hold that pose." He tells them. "One, two- oh, no. Wait!" He pauses. "Cards full." He shakes his head as everyone gets annoyed. "Hang on!"

"Come on, man. My face is starting to freeze." Leshawna begrudgingly says. "Got it, okay!" He grins looking into the lens for the last time. "Everyone say, Wawanakwa!"

"Wawanakwa!" Everyone yells in unison just as the dock cracks then collapses on them the flash goes off. "Okay guys, dry off and meet at the campfire pit in 10!" He orders, not even giving them a minute after falling into the water.

"Ohh, I can already tell I'm going to hate this man." [Name] hisses, and Heather hums in agreement.

POV change to yours

I ring out my shirt, watching everyone else do the same. We all make our way to the campsite, sitting or standing by the tree logs. I stood slightly away from everyone else. "This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks," Chris announces, I cross my arms. Why did I even sign up for this? Oh right, my sister told me this was an audition for a movie. Not a reality TV show. "The campers sitting next to you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends. You dig?" Chris explains, I notice how they all look around at each other, and that one scrawny boy uh... Cory? Was staring directly at me. "The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000." Chris grins as Duncan steps up. "Excuse me, what will the sleeping arrangements be, because I'd like to request a bunk under her?" He points to Heather who seems shocked. "They're not coed, are they?"

"No," Chris shakes his head. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other." I could feel the girl's relief. "Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lake view? Since I'm the prettiest." That one blonde girl, Lindsay asks sweetly. "Okay, you are but that's not really how it works here." He shortens her excitement, "and it's Chris."

"I have to live with Sadie or I'll die." The tan girl out of the two idiots holding hands says. "And I'll break out into hives." Sadie cries. "It's true."

"This cannot be happening." The goth girl plainly speaks up, she and that athletic dude in a red tracksuit get picked up into a hug by Owen. "Aw, come on guys it'll be fun." He happily states and I quietly snicker. "It's like a big sleepover!" He gasps. "At least you don't have to sleep next to him," Tyler tells Gwen, motioning to the bad boy who is giving a deer a noogie.

"Here's the deal, we're gonna split you into two teams." Chris brings out a paper. "If I call your name out go stand over there." He points.

"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, [Name], and Noah." He finishes and we go over to where we're told. "You are officially all known as the Screaming Gopher!" He throws a green flag our way, Owen catching it. "Yeah! I'm a Gopher!" He chees and it feels like he won't get upset about anything. It's going to get super annoying.

"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie worriedly questions but gets ignored.

"The rest of you, over here." Chris smiles, "Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva and Harold. Move, move, move, move!" He shouts at the other team. "But Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!" Sadie wails out, and Courtney reaches out to her. "Sadie, is it? Come on. It'll be okay!" She comforts the girl. "This is so unfair, I miss you, Katie!" As if we won't be in the same area most of the time anyway. This is a bit dramatic. "I miss you too!" Katie calls back.

"You guys will be known as... The Killer Bass!" Harold catches the red flag. "That's awesome. It's like... amazing!" He breathes out. I nudge Gwen next to me and whisper: "I don't know who's going to be most annoying, the screaming sisters, the redheaded geek, or the big blond." I chuckled and she joined me, covering her mouth.

"All right, campers! You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition." It then cuts to him in an outhouse stall. "You'll also be able to share your innermost thoughts on this tape with video diaries any time you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest." He grins, eyes closed then it cuts to us speaking.

"This is stupid but I'm going to win, I'll just have to befriend everyone here!" [Name] smiles, her legs crossed sweetly.

"All right, any questions? Cool, let's go find your cabins." Chris says with his hands on his hips. "Gophers you're on the east cabin." He directs. "Bass you're in the west." We make our way with our luggage and as I go to lift up my bag it gets swiped out of my hand. "Let me take this for you." It was that one kid from before. "I got it." I laugh but he shakes his head. "I insist." He carries it for me into the cabin. I cross my arms under my chest and shrug following along behind him.

"Bunk beds? Isn't this a little summer camp?" Heather asks, Gwen, walking past. "That's the idea genius." She smartly says. "Shut it, weird goth girl." Heather snaps back and I smile to myself. "What an insult, she was right. You are a genius." I go up to Gwen who high-fives me, we both laugh as Heather scoffs but before she can even say anything Cody comes up to me. "You're good at comebacks, and super smart. I feel that." He places a hand on his heart. "Shouldn't you be on the boy's side?" Gwen raises a brow, he gives us a toothy grin in response. Gwen and I glance at each other and throw him out of the cabin, not seeing Leshawna making her way inside. "Aah!" He screams, landing right in front of Trent and Chris with a thud.

"Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron." Lindsay questions, stepping outside. "There are some in the communal bathrooms just across the way," Chris tells her. "Communal bathrooms? But I'm not a catholic." I take a deep breath at her stupidity. "Not communion, communal." He corrects, Gwen sits down on the steps, adding to the conversation. "It means we shower together, idiot." The blonde's blue eyes bulge sadly right before she cries. "Oh no! Come on!" I leaned against the railing and noticed Owen, Noah, and Trent pop out of the door together. "I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just us guys. You know what I mean?" He chuckles but once they side-eye him he immediately tries to backtrack. "I mean no, I didn't mean it like that! I love chicks!" He chuckles again, they just awkwardly walk away. "I just don't want to sleep near them." He catches it once more then stammers. "I mean..." He runs after them.

"Excuse me, Chris." Geoff utters out loud, "Is there a chaperone of any kind on this faculty?" He asks as Bridgette makes her way into the cabin. "You're all 16 years old, as old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself you'll be unsupervised." Chris shrugs. "You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge starting now." I watch the trees as Geoff cheers for being unsupervised. It was interrupted by a loud scream coming from Lindsay, inside our cabin. A group of us look inside. "Oh, man that white girl can scream." Leshawna comments, I mentally agree. "What is it? Kill it! Kill it!" It was a tiny roach and I guarantee we're going to see creepier, scarier, grosser things than this. DJ gasps before screaming like a girl, jumping onto a bunk, and breaking it.

It was mine and Gwens. "That.. was our bed." She slumps, I shake my head sadly. Harold runs in stomping at the bug, everyone screaming and I roll my eyes. As everybody freaks out, Duncan comes swinging an axe down.

"Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach," Gwen smirks and I scrunch my face. "A stupid one," I say loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better." Duncan says, I stare at him for a minute. "You could've just led the bug outside. You didn't have to kill the poor thing." I sigh, grabbing the axe from the floor. "Awesome." Harold compliments. I lug the tool outside, placing it down on the ground. "If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, okay?" Tyler goes up to Lindsay, "Cause you know, I could do that too." He flirts with her and lucky enough for him it works. They look deeply into each other's eyes "Cutely?" "They always go for the jocks," Duncan says and I snort quietly. "Cause you're so likable anyways?" His eyes widen slightly then makes a sly expression. "Yeah, you just gotta get to know me." He winks, and I laugh, patting his shoulder. "You'd like that."

We all line up inside of the main lodge, "Listen up!" Chef shouts, I'm in between Duncan and Ezekial that homeless kid? Or homeschooled, I wasn't exactly paying attention when people talked about him. "I serve it three times a day and you'll eat it three times a day. Grab your trays, get your food, and sit your butts down now!" He screams at us aggressively. "Excuse me, will we be getting all the major food groups?" Beth quizzes, looking worried. He slops down whatever he made onto a bun. "Yeah 'cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar," Harold explains his problem. "You'll get a lot of shut the heck up!" He gets in the kid's face who runs away quickly.

I sigh to myself, Duncan looks over at me. "What's your deal, mouse?" I shrug, "None of your business, pincushion." I cut in front of him and stood next to Gwen, Surprisingly I didn't get anything back in response from him.

"Pincushion? She's... wow" Duncan grins to himself in a dreamlike state.

I heard Owen say something but I didn't catch it. "What was that? Come closer fat boy. I didn't hear you." He motions for the boy, and Owen grabs a tray. "Uh, I didn't really say anything important." He backtracks, I almost feel bad for him being put in the spotlight. Almost.

"I'm sure you didn't." He then hands out another tray. "You. Scrawny kid. Give me your plate." He demands, slopping down another spoonful onto Noah's plate but it stuck back up so he had to do it again.

I got my plate of sludge and was going to sit next to Gwen but I ended up stuck next to Cory?... Cody and Justin. Everybody poked at their food as Chris greeted us once again. "Welcome to the main lodge." I pushed my food away and paid attention. "Yo, my man, can we order pizza?" But that question brings a flying butcher knife from the kitchen flying right into the wall behind me. "Whoa, it's cool, G. Brown slop is cool." Geoff freaks out, Chef holds another knife at us. "Right guys?" We all nervously nod, awkwardly laughing too. Cody slumps down to hide under the table. I glance down at him and he looks up at me and straightens his posture. "I wasn't scared of him." He tells me and I raise a brow.

"Really I wasn't." He whispers, I nod. "Mhm."

"Your first challenge begins in one hour." Chris holds up a finger, turning around to walk out before any of us can ask anything. "What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie turns to DJ. "It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?"

We're on the top of a cliff, "Oh shit." DJ says out loud.

Chptr 2

Link to all chapters

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[shadowlinktheshadow]

RAMBLING about my silly lu splatoon au at 1 am and at 6%!!

inkling

time

raised by octolings and octarians, knew something was different about him

was part of dj octavios army but escaped before he was put in hypno shades

met wild in the deepsea metro

connected to above, but received his scar by being sanitized (like agent 3, basically)

mains dynamo rollers

wild

octoling

was part of dj octavios army, hypnotized

was an elite octoling

heard the calamari inkantation, lost his memory, ended up in the deepsea metro

number 10,117

met time in the deepsea metro

mains tristringer, chargers

four

inkling

something happened when he was a little inkling and now 4/6 tentavles are colored differently (green red, blue, purple) same with his eyes

main tentacle color is yellow, sometimes fades into 1 of the 4 colors from time to time

works with sheldon to create new weapons (his apprentice, LOVES talking abt weapons too)

difficulty deciding teams for fests

mains brushes, (sometimes) chargers

wind

octoling

fascinated by salmonids, has a little buddy

the agent 4 equivalent? maybe he IS agent 4 in this au?

LOVES salmon run shifts

JUST became old enough for turf wars and such

has a little baby octoling sister

was not part of dj octavios army, descendants were somehow able to escape

mains dulaies (dapple)

(startjng from here everyone gets less developed, im open to ideas)

twilight

inkling

fell into the furry mucky stuff and has been a fluffy boy

<< not as welcomed because of this

so he has claws, fur, more mammalian features

lived in a rural inkling town?

mains...dynamos? blasters? give ideas-

legend

inkling

will literally buy every single weapon, shoes, shirt, hat, and has probably filled out his catalog for the season

had an octoling gf named marin (idk what happened to her, but shes gone)

tip of tentacles are slightly pink

I KJUST FOUND OUT THERES A SEA BNUUY SLUG. THIS IS HIS DARK WORLD FORM

ravio works with harmony (I think thats her name)

majns chargers, brellas (maybe ravio mains brellas)

hyrule

octoling

heard the calamari inkantation at a very young age, had to hide this fact

< once it was found out he was considered a traitor and he was on the run

met legend and lived with him (just thought of this rn, might change later)

tentacles are oddly brown (but skin and tentacles are fluorescent, green glow)

doesnt participate in turf war much

tried working at crusty seans (banned)

mains your average splattershot

(Okay now I REALLY dont know about these guys)

warriors

inkling

fashion freak, clothing style > abilities (me fr)

SNAZZIEST idol on the splat TV!

mains... brushes? splatanas?

sky

(ughghghhf BASICS)

inkling

mains splatana

#PLEASE GIB IDEAS #linked universe #linked universe au #lu splatoon au #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu sky #lu warriors #lu four #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #(others>>) #lu ravio #lu marin

[sunnylighter]

what do u think the ninjas would dress up as 4 halloween?? (do u think the adults would dress up too,,)

Let's see...

Lil'Loyd would dress as his dad and everyone would think it was adorable.

Luh-Loyd has a dragon costume that he has worn for the last 3 years.

Cyan Nya would be the same as Luh-Loyd, only her costume is Lady Iron Dragon. Koko is always flattered.

Red Nya would try and say she's too old for this, only with the actually older than her Ninja doing it she'd have no leg to stand on, but not realize that until the last minute and have to wear the couple costume that goes with Jay's (when they're dating at least, if they're not dating at the time, she's stuck with a bedsheet ghost because Kai keeps messing with her so she can't get anything better).

Spike Kai would put on shades and be his own evil double. He gets a little too into the act.

Buddy Kai dresses like a skeleton just so he can play fight with his sister.

Freckles Jay dresses as a mad scientist and can get scarily into the act to go with the part. Lots of maniacal laughter and scientifically accurate plans.

Nick Jay would want to wear super romantic couple costumes with Nya. Romeo to her Juliet, Clyde to her Bonnie, Anthony to her Cleopatra (pointedly ignoring how all those are tragedies), those sorts of things. (If they're not dating, he just dresses like a pirate because he thinks eyepatches are cool.

Cliff Cole does the barest minimum of costumes because he'd spent his childhood stuffed into silly uncomfortable costumes for dance and he is not willingly doing that again. So a 'This IS my Halloween Costume' T-shirt would be about his speed.

DJ Cole, meanwhile, has very intricate costumes because his parents work together to make them, and he can't say no to their hard work. It helps that they know his tastes, and tend to dress him as famous rock stars. Last time he was dressed as a member of Kiss.

Zen Zane was dragged into the whole Halloween thing but is having fun dressed as the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. It helps that Alexa Pixal agreed to be Dorothy.

Pep Zane and Penny Pixal had been planning their costume for months, and have been scaring kids with their costumes of Frankenstein's Monster and his Bride.

M!Morro's a jerk who likes to dress in the scariest thing he can make and then jump out of the bushes at unsuspecting trick-r-treaters.

Of course Lord G can't resist dressing up too, (which means the other adults are dragged in too). He has the whole family's costumes planned out with him being Darth Vader, Koko being Queen Amidala and all but stuffing Master Wu into an Obi-Wan costume. He is absolutely bummed that Luh-Loyd doesn't want to give up his dragon costume to be Luke and/or Leia.

With Lord G dressing up, Sensei G, Sensei Wu, and Misako feel they have to too, or Lil'Loyd would be disappointed. When he realizes Lil'Loyd dressing as him, Sensei G decides to dress as the Green Ninja to surprise him, and the irony is lost on no one. Sensei Wu just puts on a pointy hat and calls himself a wizard, while Misako scares them both with a scarily accurate costume of one of their many old enemies.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lego ninjago movie #gigau #grass is always greener au #this is halloween #halloween #happy halloween #spooky season #halloween costumes #lloyd garmadon #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #jay walker #zane julien #pixal borg #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #sensei wu #master wu #misako garmadon #koko garmadon #morro ninjago

[etrangersvoyageant]

2023 favorites

Tagged by @godzilla-en-mexico

Albums

It was a pretty good year for music. These are my favourites (only records released in 2023):

Croatian Armor – A Part of You in Everything

Debby Friday – Good Luck

Deena Abdelwahed – Jbal Rrsas

Fatima Al Qadiri – Gumar

Field Lines Cartographer – Phases of This and Other Moons

HAAi - DJ Kicks

Nathan Micay – To The God Named Dream

Nabihah Iqbal – Dreamer

oqbqbo – Water Tiger

RatPajama – Drunken Lost Tapes

Schacke – Synchronized Breathing

SØS Gunver Ryberg – Spine

Tzusing – 绿帽 Green Hat

zaké & friends – Live at the Gothic Chapel

VA – Kotti Island Disc – An Auditive Snapshot

Books

Disclaimer: A few years ago I took a look at my ‘read’- shelves and found them too male and too white. So hence, I like to challenge myself. As for 2023 I put these goals up: - At least 50% LGHBTQIA authors. - At least 50% female authors (I’d like it to be as high as possible, but I wasn’t planning to only read lesbians.) -Read 2666 by Roberto Bolano.

Unbeknownst to me at the start of the year, I had a lot of trouble with my own work, which limited reading in general. However, I did manage to hit all my targets. I read 21 women (63%), 17 LGHTQIA authors (51%) and dedicated a part of Summer to Bolano’s epic novel.

Looking back, my favourite books were written by the LGBTQIA authors. Audre Lorde's Sister Outsider was the definite #1, but there were also some other great efforts:

Slavenka Drakulić – How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed

Akwaeke Emezi – The Death of Vivek Oji

Shola von Rheinhold – Lote

Adrienne Rich – Arts of the Possible

Lisa Weeda – Aleksandra

Film I’m not much of a movie watcher in general, but I have m moments when I make time to watch something that seems interesting to me. Last year Nomadland (Chloé Zhao), Anatomy of Time (Jakrawal Nilthamrong) and Atlantique (Mati Diop) stayed with me.

I'd like to tag some people, but we're already a week in the new year, so I can imagine if you're not interested. That being said, if you do make one, please tag me.

#2023 #personal

[seased]

alright there are gonna be slashes in this post because i shant want it found by those who dont already know my madness…

while i am now an aroace ded truther (i think it pairs with thier character in an interesting way; singularly focused eccentric genius, trouble w expressing their feelings, isolationist, etc), if we suppose a world where we have to ship d/edf1sh, i dont think id pick c/allie

the more we get to know d/edf1sh’s personality AND the further away we get from splat2 sadstuck c/allie, the less sense c/alf1sh makes to me… if i had to guess, a lot of newer fans just consider it a fandom default now, they dont really get that the original appeal was the pair being post-mind control angst/recovery fic about it. usually ppl cast agent 3 on this shit now. (tangent but that really dates c/alf1sh as something we invented like between ded’s announcement and OE actually coming out lmao). we’ve got a whole games worth of content of c/allie between then and now and girls just not troubled like that anymore because nintendo hates status quo change. beyond that, we have a ded that is dry and sarcastic, or criminally subdued. more of a hater than previously reckoned.

my thesis statement is thus: perhaps it should be m/arie. marf1sh. depending on the translation she is also dryly sarcastic or criminally subdued. if we’re just sticking c/allie and ded together bc theyre both “single” isn’t m/arie single too? her most popular ship is m/4rie which is considered taboo by like half the fandom, so shes obviously not doing too hot lmao. plus, green and green. and, goths.

my own counter thesis is: harmony. because ded and harmony are the same character. girl dj weird personality hat oversized t shirt. they could sit in the same room and have incredibly loud color palettes together… in fact i bet you could lean harmony to CMY to match ded’s RGB and it would be horrible. plus, i think there’s some qpp-type specific potential here

ya know and a tangential primary thesis: if we have marf1sh, what about calmony? harmony’s brand new personality is very similar to fandom ded; empty headed music freak, with a manic pixie dream girl and/or tsundere bend. and theyre both pink. if the person callie dates is only to be used as a sponge for her emotions, i think the truly empty head is a better fit now that ded has shit in there.

#seas posts #im not taking this seriously im writing this for fun #the color theory in ships is actually important to me lol theyre not real you can be petty like that #ive watched several video essays today and also caught up on witch hat atelier.... im being. longwinded and pedantic

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings And Food

This album is the beginning of the legendary team up of David Byrne and Brian Eno. Rather than help polish their sound Eno understood that the shaky offbeat nature of the music was the appeal. Byrne's anxiety and confusion towards things around him is, as usual, in full display. Now this isn't really my favorite Talking Heads album, but that's like saying it isn't my favorite flavor of ice cream. Still I feel like there is a steady step up in quality for each of their first four albums and this one being in the middle of that evolution makes me feel like it's more or less on here because of Take Me To The River. That leads into my last point. Take Me To The River is one of their best songs. I've gushed about how much I like Al Green before so when I say that I much prefer the Talking Heads version you understand how much that means. Green's soulful original has nothing on the neurotic spin that Byrne gives the song.

Parliament - Mothership Connection

The influence this album, and the entire P-Funk catalogue, has had on music is staggering. Tracks from Mothership Connection are some of the most frequently sampled in all of hip hop history and George Clinton still produces to this day. But that's not what it's about, that's just what it is. I cannot explain to you in words why a song whose lyrics sheet is mostly "Gaga goo ga Gaga goo ga Gaga goo ga ga" is one of the best things ever written. I could put on the reviewer hat and talk about how the mythology represents an idea of hyper positive afrofuturism that necessarily can't take itself too seriously without diluting the message and how this relates to the dying excitement for the civil rights movement from the 60s. But that is only half the story. The other half is an interstellar DJ coming at you from the Chocolate Milky Way to tell you about the messianic Starchild and his battle with perpetual downer Sir Nose d'Voidoffunk. It's chaotic, funky, psychedelic, utterly thrilling, infinitely memorable and just one of the best albums of all time. It's honestly fucked up that it isn't at least within the top 100.

Luther Vandross - Never Too Much

This is my first time knowingly listening to Luther Vandross. He seems really happy! Like usually when you get a soul funk type guy he's always got this seductive smoldering vibe going on. But Vandross is just so excited to brag about how good his girl is. I can hear his smile. He's backed by a fantastically corny all synth funk orchestra with a hint of disco. It's not an album I'd put on myself, but I was definitely enjoying it.

My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade

Gerard Way seriously shows of their musical chops on this album. While I like other MCR records better, I can't deny that this has the best musical arrangements. And yes, you heard me right I prefer the rest of MCR's discography over Black Parade. Yes even Danger Days. Fite me. The thing about Black Parade is that, while a fantastic album overall, it feels lyrically extremely overwrought in places. And I'm sorry, but this is specifically a problem for me in most of the actually popular songs on the album. Mama, Teenagers, and yes even the title track kinda have me rolling my eyes a bit. And the bonus track, Blood, makes me want to jump out of my skin from schadenfreude. Thankfully these moments don't tank the album quality overall, but I think it deflates a bit from Mama onward.

Funkadelic - One Nation Under A Groove

It may seem odd that George Clinton led two bands simultaneously that shared most of their personnel. But see Parliament was more dance oriented and focused of the spiritual character focused side of the P-Funk mythos where Funkadelic was more psychedelic and soul focused with an emphasis on secular aspects of the mythology. This album focuses on tight grooves and long form improvisation while Uncle Jam tells you how to pledge allegiance to the nation of Funkadelica. You can always count on not getting normal ass shit where George Clinton is involved. And this album is just that. Long bass grooves with the guitar doing basically whatever it want and gang vocals that are mostly weird chants. This is the only album where you'll hear someone yell "the world is a toll free toilet" over literally the best groove you've ever heard.

Big Star - Radio City

#1 Record is obviously the better record so why was it rated lower than this one? It clearly goes Radio City < Third < #1 Record. Whatever, more or less repaste what I said about their first record but with like 30% less enthusiasm I guess? Don't misunderstand me, I love this record. I love Alex Chilton's rougher more indie take on power pop. Definitely listen to all three Big Star records, they're fantastic. (Also listen to Chilton's solo debut Like Flies On Sherbet. Everyone hates it because it sucks but its also secretly actually really good. But it does suck tho. Like in a good way.)

#talking heads #parliament #luther vandross #my chemical romance #funkadelic #big star #500 album gauntlet

[masked-kitsune]

My designs for the Glamrock animatronics. I mainly based them off in game models and signs with a few obvious design tweaks such as Chica not having earrings. I couldn't figure out how make them work to be honest.

Glamrock Freddy

So for the most part I stayed pretty close to his cannon design, I twitched his color pallet, gave him a vest, and a pair of pants. I also gave him paw pads and freckles. I also adjusted his eye color as well as gave him a tail. I also made the spikes on his bracelets blue. I also gave him a splotch of red hair.

Glamrock Bonnie

For Bonnie I mostly based him off the bowling alley signs. I made his shirt brighter, gave him a couple cyan blue earrings and gloves to match his hair. I also gave him shoulder pads to match the rest of the band along with the star on his face. I also gave him some freckles. I decided to make him a light indigo that's more towards purple. His eyes are a more magenta tone like his fnaf 1 counterpart. I later gave him a ponytail

Glamrock Chica

The biggest change with Chica was her lack of earrings and her hair color. I couldn't quite figure out how to make them work with this design. I made Chica's hair and bangs pink to match an actual chicken's comb. I changed her outfit ever so slightly. I made her bottoms into a skirt and added a lighter pink star to her skirt and a lighter pink lightning bolt to her top. I made her under shirt and her shorts black. I made her gloved a little longer. I gave her a tail as well.

Glamrock Foxy

I based his design mostly off the pirate's adventures poster. I made his coat a bluish green and gave him darker red markings while making him a more reddish orange in color. Foxy is the main attendant at kid's cove, I gave him a poet shirt and a cork on his hook. I made his eye patch brown with a yellow star on it and gave him a tail along with freckles. I kept his design pretty simple.

Monty Gator

Monty's design was tweaked quite a bit here. I gave him a spiked color, fingerless gloves, a vest, and a new pair of pants. I leaned into a more punk design with Monty, I made his tail two solid colors since the stripes made him look too much like a generic lizard to me. I might add in some stripes later on. I turned his Mohawk into scutes that start at his head and go down his back and tail. I made his feet the same yellow green as his the lower parts of his legs. I gave him purple toenail polish.

Roxanne Wolf

For Roxy I made her a bluish purple gray tone, I made her hair into a ponytail and kept the green streak in her hair. I made her gave her a mostly see through under shirt and gave her actual shorts. I made her loop earrings into bar studs and leaned into her being a racer. I made her eyes more of an orangish yellow tone. I also made her a custom racing jacket and made her nail polish purple.

Sundrop

I made Sun more circus themed outfit wise. I made the gold stripes more of an orange yellow tone, I gave him ruffles on his pant legs, waist, and collar. He still has bells on his wrists and he has blue eyes from his poster in the pizzaplex. I made him into a circus lion since he gives me circus lion vibes.

Moondrop

Moon is based off a white lion for the most part. I made the stripes on his shirt silver and made his clothes mostly a midnight bluish purple while the stars, ruffles, and hat brim yellow. I gave him a little mane tuff and pawpads like Sun.

Dj Music Man

I leaned into the spider aspects of his design. I changed his top hat into a baseball cap, gave him some blue and pink face markings, eight legs, and a pair of sunglasses. I made his eyes a blue pink gradient and gave him a bandanna. His headphones are the same.

The last image is the complete design line up for the animatronics

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf 9 #fnaf security breach #glamrock animatronics #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #glamrock bonnie #glamrock foxy #monty gator #roxanne wolf #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #dj music man

[monty-glasses-roxy]

April fools h/c (i couldn't access the inernet yesterday but what wold the glams+ van and Greg do for april fools?

Hm

Well first, Vanessa would make sure no one can enter her office the day before. Like shit is she paid enough to get pranked all night. She comes in, kicks her feet up and watches the chaos.

Freddy has a few little pranks around. Nothing big. He mostly helped the others set up their pranks so he didn't have much time for himself. A few water buckets on top of doors and stuff and some other buckets full of confetti and glitter - since he knows Roxy would kill him if she got drenched in water - but nothing too exciting.

Bonnie has the pranks that mess with people. Monty's golf clubs are now covered in glue so they stick to his claws, where possible the golf course is greased like a bowling alley and the balls are extra weighted. The music in the Raceway is now the Daycare theme on loop and Gas Gas Gas or whatever that song is with one Rick Roll in there somewhere. All the sound effects in Fazerblast are Freddy's nose honk and his hat has vanished somewhere. The floors in Mazercise are greased so it's like an ice skating rink and there's a big concentration of water buckets on doors around there. Foxy's hook has also gone missing and all he can find is a duster attachment. The daycare is off limits because the toddlers could trigger something and that's a safety thing. He tries glueing the stage in DJs club but he breaks out of it really quick.

Chica has confetti and glitter traps everywhere. She's using candles that don't go out and putting things in food so when eaten it turns your mouth different colours. They're much less aimed at people though there are a few exceptions. For example, Roxy's makeup is now bright green and it looks good but this is the only way Chica could get her to try a new colour. Freddy has a replacement hat for the one Bonnie stole and it's a cowboy hat with cat ears on it. There's also a hell of a lot of water buckets around Foxy's cove. She did break the rule and put a disco ball in the daycare and Moon is after her for it.

Foxy is hiding a bunch of stuff. Everyone has lost something and had it replaced by some random object or another. He particularly targets Bonnie and Chica and they've lost everything from their instruments - replaced with inflatable versions - and their favourite nick-knacks from their rooms - replaced with chocolate coins and other people's nick-knacks - and all they have is a little treasure map and a vague as hell clue to find them. The only person that hasn't lost something is Roxy and that's because all her doors have him locked out so he can't do that. He gets her by painting a skull and crossbones in her Raceway.

Monty has water traps everywhere. Also cling film on doorways everywhere and the floors being extra slippy in certain places. He mostly aims for Bonnie and Roxy and likes dropping slime on everyone. He smacks cream pies in faces and fills food with spices to catch everyone. He swaps Chica's makeup with black colours and teases her for going emo for the day. He drew cat whiskers and stuff on all the promotional stuff he could and he swaps all of Bonnie's bowling balls with golf balls.

Roxy's first move is to swap a bunch of Monty's golf balls with replicas that have the weight of ping pong balls and some others with magnetised ones so they swerve to other magnetised points throughout the courses. Bonnie Bowl bowling alleys have a new update in place where when Bonnie plays, instead of the congratulatory song at the end, it plays Never Gonna Give You Up on full blast around the entire alley. It will also sometimes only give him a random amount of pins for him to hit instead of the normal amount. She was gonna do something to the Fazerblast sound effects too but Bonnie beat her to it and she thought it was great. She found out Monty swapped Chica's makeup and at some point she offers to fix it up for her and essentially just turned her into a panda. She makes an elaborate mechanical trap for Foxy where it traps him, spray paints him pink and luminous green and then drops him on his head in a ballpit. She gets the minis and Moon to help her set up a trap for DJ that dunks him in paint and glitter too and DJ thinks it's the funniest thing.

Sunny has one prank and one prank only. Ballpits everywhere. No escape. Random rooms are just full of 'em. Roxy's room, Freddy's room, a corner in Fazerblast, Foxy's ship, the office in Mazercise, etc. etc. They're everywhere.

Moon helped with the traps and the ballpit plan but he is hunting Chica down for daring to mess with the daycare. What's he gonna do? He's gonna kidnap her and drop her in a bunch of glitter, paint and slime traps. They also hid a bunch of whoopie cushions everywhere. It makes them laugh.

DJ Music Man Rick Rolls everyone and occasionally picks them up like misbehaving kittens to drop them in their own traps.

The minis hide in the vents and watch with Vanessa.

#fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock foxy #dj music man #mini music man #fnaf vanessa #/chill

[pabsterthelobster]

Prior to the release of Super Mario 64 DS, Yoshi had been seen wearing hats similar to those of the Mario Bros. in external media beforehand.

In the seventh and final chapter of the Super Mario World manga by Kazuki Motoyama, also known as KC Mario, Mario and Luigi adopt Yoshi as an honorary third Mario brother, and he's given a yellow cap with a solid black "Y" on it. As part of the mangaka's style, all of the bros' caps have yellow patches rather than white ones. This precedes the eventual debut of Wario in 1992.

Released only in Japan in August of 1993, the Super Mario Compact Disco was an album of rap remixes of different Mario tracks produced by the Ambassadors of Funk, the most well-known of these being an arrangement of Super Mario Land's overworld theme. On the cover of this album, Yoshi is seen as a DJ wearing an orange cap with a green "Y" on the back of his cap.

#yoshi #super mario bros #mario #nintendo #had this in my drafts #thought to myself #why not

[randowriters]

Board Game Pt.2

Lily: Here's part two of the third fic!

Things only grew more tense from here on out. DJ continues to buy more: a purple property, another yellow property, and the water company. Freddy swiftly blocked the robotic spider’s every move by buying the properties he needed to finish his colors. The orange glamrock bought the last lavender property, the last green property, and even snatched up another railroad along with the electric company. Map Bot nervously watched the feud unfold, shrinking back as the two animatronics glared each other down.

She’s beginning to regret ever introducing them to this board game. All it’s doing right now is turning the kindest animatronics into the most vicious beings imaginable. “Your move.” states the spider animatronic in a stern tone. The lead singer takes the dices, shakes them, and throws them onto the board.

A ten.

The glamrock leader moves his token, passing the red properties and the railroad. Counting the paces in his head as his piece continues down to…His movements slowed as his eyebrows furrow. Two steps away…from jail. DJ notices and starts smiling. 

“What’s wrong, Freddy? Why’d you stop?”

The bear animatronic narrows his eyes up at the music man, before turning his attention to the bot. “Is there…?” He begins to ask, only for the animatronic worker to shake her head. “THE ONLY WAY TO AVOID JAIL IS BY A “GET OUT OF JAIL FREE” CARD.” She informed. “Then…” Freddy looks down at the space. DJ cups his cheeks with his hands. “Freddy is going to jail?! Oh, Freddy!” He fakes a gasp, “I never thought I would live to see the day when you, of all animatronics, end up behind bars!” The glamrock bear rolls his eyes, “Joke all you want, DJ, I still have more money than you.”

“And yet none of it can help you get out of it right now.” The robotic spider chuckled. Unfortunately true, Freddy will have to wait for it to be his turn again for the option to be available. For now, it meant that his token would remain in the jail slot for the time being. As the lead singer reluctantly places his top hat piece in the prison corner, the music man motions the animatronic worker to grab the dices. “My turn.” He announced smugly. Map Bot shook them and let’s go. They land on the board, both sporting a four. “Oh sweet, a double!” DJ grinned.

She moves his piece through the board and lands on the jail section where the bear animatronic’s token is sitting. The bot sighs, here comes the taunting. “Heeey, jail bear~.” The disc jockey lets out a sing-song taunt. Though, the musical tune sounded weirdly flirty to her for it to be a taunt. It even gives the spider animatronic’s smirk an oddly romantic feel to it. He leans close to the smaller animatronic with half lidded eyes. “I guess I know why this cage bear sings~.” He sings. Freddy’s face reddens, whether from embarrassment or frustration the animatronic worker couldn’t tell. The glamrock leader looks away as his ears wiggle fiercely, “Would you move?!” DJ chuckles and pulls away. “Such sweet sorrow~.” Map can hear a noise from the lead singer, who still refuses to stare at the animatronic giant.

Is he irritated? Is he touched?

She can’t tell.

Regardless, the bot takes the dog token and continues to move it past the jail section. It eventually lands on the community chest. Map Bot picks a card from the community card deck. Her eyes widened. “C-COLLECT $50 FROM EVERY PLAYER.” She reads. The animatronic bear whips around in shock. “WHAT?!” His wide eyes gaze at the laughing disc jockey, “NO!” The return of the lead singer’s desperation only made the music man enjoy the sudden luck even more. He gestures over to the nervous animatronic. “C’mon, Jail bear, pay your dues.” He tells the orange glamrock. Freddy grits his teeth, but he gives the amount to the bot. 

“Aaaah, this is so sweet, too sweet.” 

The glamrock leader shoots an annoyed stare at him. “I would be careful with all of that gloating. Luck has a way of changing on a person.” He warned. This is starting to get out of hand for the animatronic worker, and the robotic spider’s taunts aren't helping. Speaking of DJ, he shrugs nonchalantly.

“Well, I’ll just savor your time in prison.”

Map Bot eyes the two animatronics, the tension in the atmosphere growing around them. It’s the glamrock’s turn. “Y-YOU CAN PAY THE $50 FINE TO GET OUT-” She starts but doesn’t finish as the lead singer swiftly places the fake money into her hand without breaking eye contact with the animatronic spider. Her gaze fell at the money, shocked at how fast he managed to give her the exact amount. Was Freddy always that fast, or is his determination to win this game heightening aspects of his motor skills? Whatever it is, the robotic bear had already rolled the dices on the board way before she realized it. 

 A nine, he grabs his piece and heads up the board. He lands on an orange property that hasn’t been claimed, and quickly counts his currency. The speedy bear animatronic begins to slow down as he finishes. As a frown sets in on the smaller animatronic, DJ tilts his head. “You don’t have enough to pay for that orange property, do you?” He asks even though he already knew the answer from Freddy’s expression, “It’s okay, I’ll buy it in memory of your efforts in the future.” 

The orange glamrock doesn’t say anything, resisting the urge to pout as he hands Map the dices to do the music man’s turn. She rolls them, a five. She moves the token and lands on chance. Picking up a card from its deck, the animatronic worker reads it.

…And goes completely silent.

The two wait for her to read the card. When she doesn’t, the disc jockey’s eyebrows furrow. “Something wrong?” He questioned calmly. She shot up at him, panicking. “UH…UMMM…” The sudden sense of calm only made it worse. How is he going to react with this card? Should the bot even read it??? The bot jolts upon feeling something touching her shoulder. She turns to find the lead singer offering her an assuring smile, “Go on, what does the card say?” Map Bot’s shoulders slump, giving them one more look before closing her eyes. Might as well get it over with.

“…G-G-GO S-STRAIGHT TO J-JAIL.”

DJ’s eyes grew as her words registered. “EXCUSE YOU???” His voice raised, but not to the point of screaming. Still, the animatronic worker braces for the worse when she hears…laughter. Actual laughter. Her eyes open to the sight of the glamrock bear laughing hysterically, clutching his torso. “My, my, have the tables turn!” says Freddy as his laughter continues. The robotic spider’s usually chill demeanor breaks. His face grows red the longer it goes. “Stop taunting!” The animatronic spider growled in a struggle to keep his voice in check. The robotic bear soon calms down.

“Me?” Freddy motions to himself while giving the most innocent look, “I did not say anything mean.” A few more chuckles escape him. DJ narrows his eyes at the smaller animatronic, “Laugh it up, while you can. I WILL get out.” The glamrock points at the small amount of fake money next to Map Bot. “I am afraid you do not have the financial means of leaving the jail cell.” He stated. The bear animatronic spoke the truth, the music man had been focusing on buying property that he was low on funds. Meaning, that freeing himself by payment is out of the question. The giant animatronic turns to the bot. “MAP.” the sense of irritation and distress in his voice can be heard. He didn’t even need to finish the sentence for her to know exactly what he was asking.

“DOUBLES!” She quickly answers, “Y-YOU MUST ROLL DOUBLES TO LEAVE OR SERVE ALL THREE TURNS!” DJ lets out a low noise in frustration, most likely a groan. He really should have been more cautious in his spending. 

“You have such a lovely voice.”

Freddy’s smile seems sweet at first glance, but there is a subtle hint of smugness hidden within it. “I can hear it all the way from the prison walls.” The robotic bear said, lovingly. An obvious flush form on the disc jockey’s cheeks, yet his feelings somewhat remain the same. “Enjoy the small victory, Freddy. I will be back with a vengeance.” DJ warned. The glamrock leader isn’t fazed, his happy expression becoming a bit smug at the comment.

“I look forward to seeing you when I win.”

#FNAF: SB #DJ Music Man #Glamrock Freddy #DJ x Freddy #DJMM x Freddy #spacetunes #fanfiction

[drowningworms]

I actually went to Gobblers Knob in Punxsutawney and was close enough to see the no shadow for myself before the drunk guys in top hats told us what they saw.

I experienced the whole frigid, boring, tedious, painful, boring, long, standing room only for 6 hours of physical hell, low rent, cheapass, tacky, corny, tawdry, obnoxious, fucking dry event for you.

It involved security pat downs for liquor on every man woman and child to keep out liquor. Weed was illegal by community consent thanks to Reagan. It was 10 degrees and dark in the dead of a Pennsylvania Winter. And there was absolutely no entertainment for hours till it got daylight. Then this local DJ comes on to entertain the out of towners. He's horrible.

Remember that we are the cash cow for this little group of local good old boys and their buddies. And for the entire town. And they treat us like shit. Just penned us up and hit us for cash money at every turn. This was 1998, so that wasn't unusual everyone outside major businesses required cash. I'm dead sure they have those little credit card scanners everywhere now. They milked us for everything they could think of.

And it was so fucking cold. You don't understand cold until you know standing huddled still in the dark cold. Most people never really experience cold. Insulation is really fucking good now. I overpaid so much when goose down jackets got sorta affordable. They were like miracles to me. I would have given anything for such a miraculous jacket then. I had to make do with layers of insulated flannels and long underwear. I did have true winter underwear from my Boy Scout days so I was a good bit less cold than my buddies who didn't know how to layer.

Most people only experience shoveling snow cold. Maybe skiing cold. A few hunting cold. (Real damn cold) And a mighty few who have lived in it for days just sitting around camping in tents with nice sleeping bags and a big fire to warm us. In teens or subzero temps. I have. You have to dig deep and layer well. And just accept being cold every single minute of your life outside of your sleeping bag.

So we were doing hunter cold. This was Western Pennsylvania. Everyone knew how to do hunter cold. My buddies were all suburban kids. I told them how to dress. A few listened.

That night we started at like 3am and drove 2 hours of dark Pennsylvania highway. Just darkness, trees, and sky. I can't remember if the stars were out. Something about those Appalachian Forest highways just are monotonous in a weird way. They are absolutely gorgeous. But they're so covered in deciduous trees on gentle mountains that everything looks the same like on Rt 80. That road is a hard one for truckers.

The constant flow of just changing contours covered in a static of waving green leaves for 1-2 hour intervals between truck stop interchanges and small towns that depend on that one Burger King to employ half the deserted depressed Dollar General ridden steel mill town.

And Sheetz. Sheetz was always a good choice. Every 2 hours along the entire highway. They set up shop in some small town, employ 30 people to make hot food to order and run a gas station for a pretty decent wage with benefits. Sheetz is one of the most decent employers out there. Predatory but decent and relatively generous about it all. It was a blessing and a lifeline to outside income for their little towns to keep new money coming into the local shopping mall or mechanic and their families. True trickle down economics works if the rich people spend their wealth in poor areas in poor businesses. I always tried to shop local when spending grant money even if Amazon or Firestone was cheaper/convenienter.

Convenienter is now a word. Take it as my gift to the world.

Anyway this monotonous optic flow of green static was bad as a passenger. You could only look outside for so long before you began having conversations with anyone about anything while shuffling the 10cds of shitty one hit wonders that were pretty bad. And I hated them all outside AC/DC.

As a driver it was hell. You NEEDED those Sheetz pitstops.

The monotony of the static flow outside was so monotonous yet you had to pay attention to these two little yellow lines surrounded by green static that moved with it all and you had to pay attention to in order to navigate the road. It was hell on the psyche. A loop of Appalachian road trip would break any insurgent.

Anyway we drove 2+ hours of this in snow. Thankfully it was in the dark. Always schedule Appalachian road trips for night. (Except in the Appalachian Autumn. Oh. My. God. My heaven is filled with autumn leaves.)

The darkness concealed the green static.

2+ hours of my best friends in the world talking shit to AC/DC and Ace of Base or whatever was the thing.

Those road trips are always fun. I strongly suggest. Even if you have to brave the Appalachian Static.

Anyway we arrive at Punxsutawney. It is in the middle of nowhere. Just another isolated abandoned steel town. They have a bit of a real downtown that most of these towns utterly lack. Often it's a gas station and a Dollar General and a bunch of run down houses with a school 40 minutes away it shares with the other rundown towns.

But Punxsutawney has a nice little town of happy people because of Phil and our fascination with this thing.

So of course there is not parking for 30,000 people. In a town of 5,000. So they rope off some field frozen solid and park us all charging Disney parking fees.

They subcontract school buses to haul people from the parking lot to the main event. The bus drivers are the first line of defense against alcohol and drugs.

Security is the second. Compete with pat downs and local cops along with PA Troopers with drug dogs and quotas to meet. No spoiling the fun with chemical enhancement!

Then you walk for fucking ever. Slowly. Going to the Knob.

It is deadly cold. And it begins to dawn on you what you are in for in this grassy pen with nothing but a porta potty or two for entertainment.

Look at all that fun!

This was before phones people. My friends and I were super studious and none of us owned any kind of video game. No handheld games. Maybe you thought to bring a newspaper or book. I think I brought a book. I'm sure at least one of them brought engineering notes to study. Most just talk and bitch about the cold.

Cold in the dark is different from cold in the light. It is so much deeper without the solar radiation slightly warming your surface and your spirits.

Then the dawn brings light and a little warmth and hope.

Then the dawn brings the DJ.

Small town DJs are interesting critters. They are small town famous and often they are unique personalities that can be really entertaining. At least between songs and commercials. Some of them are pretty amazing like Nipsey, Jen, and Earl in Harrisburg/Hershey/Lancaster/Lebanon area back when it was even more podunk backwater.

It was 1998 and this guy showed up.

So this small town guy is used to entertaining local venues with his shtick that everyone knows and loves with his slightly out of date look and inside local jokes.

Today he has 2 hours of just him on a stage in front of 30,000 pissed off college students who were expecting a lot more entertainment and maybe some food or drinks and tired & grumpy rural folk hoping to get in a little fun and excitement before going to work. At least half the crowd had found a way to sneak in a flask or something. So people were unruly.

And we just watch the poor guy spend 2 hours fighting for his life up there feeling bad for him trying to entertain us while hosting his fun little morning show for his listeners who are probably loving it all.

He got heckled. Badly. This was 25 years ago and we weren't very nice.

After 2 hours of this entertainment. The main event started.

My heroes arrived on the scene.

They have been partying all night long. In a nice warm place with warm food, comfy chairs/couches, running water, and a ton of alcohol. They are all drunk as skunks. The all come up on stage, wave and whip up the crowd, pull out their buddy, give him some scritches and lift him up to the crowd like he's the new Lion King, and then examine his shadow, make their proclamation, smile and wave, go back to their party, and count their money.

This is the highlight of the entire event. The peak of excitement. The best it got for the whole day.

Then they shoved the DJ back on stage, the national media and anyone with connections left, and the rest of us were kept penned up for another hour or 2 till it was our turn to take a school bus back to our frozen car, a 2+ hour drive through winter highways, and afternoon classes.

It was so much fun.

#Most situations are what you make of them #We could have spent the time angry cold and bored #But instead we bullshitted about and discussed the important things 22 year old men talk about #and checked out all the hotties #Hey I wasn't married then #It was fun to remember all of this stuff #Funny how boring our fun can be #But you need community to make boring shit fun

[prettyhighforawhiteguyblog]

I actually went to Gobblers Knob in Punxsutawney and was close enough to see the no shadow for myself before the drunk guys in top hats told us what they saw.

I experienced the whole frigid, boring, tedious, painful, boring, long, standing room only for 6 hours of physical hell, low rent, cheapass, tacky, corny, tawdry, obnoxious, fucking dry event for you.

It involved security pat downs for liquor on every man woman and child to keep out liquor. Weed was illegal by community consent thanks to Reagan. It was 10 degrees and dark in the dead of a Pennsylvania Winter. And there was absolutely no entertainment for hours till it got daylight. Then this local DJ comes on to entertain the out of towners. He's horrible.

Remember that we are the cash cow for this little group of local good old boys and their buddies. And for the entire town. And they treat us like shit. Just penned us up and hit us for cash money at every turn. This was 1998, so that wasn't unusual everyone outside major businesses required cash. I'm dead sure they have those little credit card scanners everywhere now. They milked us for everything they could think of.

And it was so fucking cold. You don't understand cold until you know standing huddled still in the dark cold. Most people never really experience cold. Insulation is really fucking good now. I overpaid so much when goose down jackets got sorta affordable. They were like miracles to me. I would have given anything for such a miraculous jacket then. I had to make do with layers of insulated flannels and long underwear. I did have true winter underwear from my Boy Scout days so I was a good bit less cold than my buddies who didn't know how to layer.

Most people only experience shoveling snow cold. Maybe skiing cold. A few hunting cold. (Real damn cold) And a mighty few who have lived in it for days just sitting around camping in tents with nice sleeping bags and a big fire to warm us. In teens or subzero temps. I have. You have to dig deep and layer well. And just accept being cold every single minute of your life outside of your sleeping bag.

So we were doing hunter cold. This was Western Pennsylvania. Everyone knew how to do hunter cold. My buddies were all suburban kids. I told them how to dress. A few listened.

That night we started at like 3am and drove 2 hours of dark Pennsylvania highway. Just darkness, trees, and sky. I can't remember if the stars were out. Something about those Appalachian Forest highways just are monotonous in a weird way. They are absolutely gorgeous. But they're so covered in deciduous trees on gentle mountains that everything looks the same like on Rt 80. That road is a hard one for truckers.

The constant flow of just changing contours covered in a static of waving green leaves for 1-2 hour intervals between truck stop interchanges and small towns that depend on that one Burger King to employ half the deserted depressed Dollar General ridden steel mill town.

And Sheetz. Sheetz was always a good choice. Every 2 hours along the entire highway. They set up shop in some small town, employ 30 people to make hot food to order and run a gas station for a pretty decent wage with benefits. Sheetz is one of the most decent employers out there. Predatory but decent and relatively generous about it all. It was a blessing and a lifeline to outside income for their little towns to keep new money coming into the local shopping mall or mechanic and their families. True trickle down economics works if the rich people spend their wealth in poor areas in poor businesses. I always tried to shop local when spending grant money even if Amazon or Firestone was cheaper/convenienter.

Convenienter is now a word. Take it as my gift to the world.

Anyway this monotonous optic flow of green static was bad as a passenger. You could only look outside for so long before you began having conversations with anyone about anything while shuffling the 10cds of shitty one hit wonders that were pretty bad. And I hated them all outside AC/DC.

As a driver it was hell. You NEEDED those Sheetz pitstops.

The monotony of the static flow outside was so monotonous yet you had to pay attention to these two little yellow lines surrounded by green static that moved with it all and you had to pay attention to in order to navigate the road. It was hell on the psyche. A loop of Appalachian road trip would break any insurgent.

Anyway we drove 2+ hours of this in snow. Thankfully it was in the dark. Always schedule Appalachian road trips for night. (Except in the Appalachian Autumn. Oh. My. God. My heaven is filled with autumn leaves.)

The darkness concealed the green static.

2+ hours of my best friends in the world talking shit to AC/DC and Ace of Base or whatever was the thing.

Those road trips are always fun. I strongly suggest. Even if you have to brave the Appalachian Static.

Anyway we arrive at Punxsutawney. It is in the middle of nowhere. Just another isolated abandoned steel town. They have a bit of a real downtown that most of these towns utterly lack. Often it's a gas station and a Dollar General and a bunch of run down houses with a school 40 minutes away it shares with the other rundown towns.

But Punxsutawney has a nice little town of happy people because of Phil and our fascination with this thing.

So of course there is not parking for 30,000 people. In a town of 5,000. So they rope off some field frozen solid and park us all charging Disney parking fees.

They subcontract school buses to haul people from the parking lot to the main event. The bus drivers are the first line of defense against alcohol and drugs.

Security is the second. Compete with pat downs and local cops along with PA Troopers with drug dogs and quotas to meet. No spoiling the fun with chemical enhancement!

Then you walk for fucking ever. Slowly. Going to the Knob.

It is deadly cold. And it begins to dawn on you what you are in for in this grassy pen with nothing but a porta potty or two for entertainment.

Look at all that fun!

This was before phones people. My friends and I were super studious and none of us owned any kind of video game. No handheld games. Maybe you thought to bring a newspaper or book. I think I brought a book. I'm sure at least one of them brought engineering notes to study. Most just talk and bitch about the cold.

Cold in the dark is different from cold in the light. It is so much deeper without the solar radiation slightly warming your surface and your spirits.

Then the dawn brings light and a little warmth and hope.

Then the dawn brings the DJ.

Small town DJs are interesting critters. They are small town famous and often they are unique personalities that can be really entertaining. At least between songs and commercials. Some of them are pretty amazing like Nipsey, Jen, and Earl in Harrisburg/Hershey/Lancaster/Lebanon area back when it was even more podunk backwater.

It was 1998 and this guy showed up.

So this small town guy is used to entertaining local venues with his shtick that everyone knows and loves with his slightly out of date look and inside local jokes.

Today he has 2 hours of just him on a stage in front of 30,000 pissed off college students who were expecting a lot more entertainment and maybe some food or drinks and tired & grumpy rural folk hoping to get in a little fun and excitement before going to work. At least half the crowd had found a way to sneak in a flask or something. So people were unruly.

And we just watch the poor guy spend 2 hours fighting for his life up there feeling bad for him trying to entertain us while hosting his fun little morning show for his listeners who are probably loving it all.

He got heckled. Badly. This was 25 years ago and we weren't very nice.

After 2 hours of this entertainment. The main event started.

My heroes arrived on the scene.

They have been partying all night long. In a nice warm place with warm food, comfy chairs/couches, running water, and a ton of alcohol. They are all drunk as skunks. The all come up on stage, wave and whip up the crowd, pull out their buddy, give him some scritches and lift him up to the crowd like he's the new Lion King, and then examine his shadow, make their proclamation, smile and wave, go back to their party, and count their money.

This is the highlight of the entire event. The peak of excitement. The best it got for the whole day.

Then they shoved the DJ back on stage, the national media and anyone with connections left, and the rest of us were kept penned up for another hour or 2 till it was our turn to take a school bus back to our frozen car, a 2+ hour drive through winter highways, and afternoon classes.

It was so much fun.

#ph4wg original #ph4wg #“Frankly I had enjoyed the war” #It's all about who you are there with and what you make of the situation #We could have spent the entire time angry #Instead we told stories and jokes and checked out the hotties #now that i have my spook's attention... #because I wrote the word “insurgent” #You must be the new one #They reassigned the other after I started radicalizing them. #Good luck #Peace and love to you #You should get a different job instead of fucking up people for trying to save America from fascism and White supremacy

[biglisbonnews]

The Benevolent Brutalism of Tzusing and Jesse Kanda Having been born in Malaysia, raised in Singapore and Taiwan, studied abroad in Chicago and now living between Taipei and Shanghai, DJ and producer Tzusing's well-traveled upbringing has formed the basis of his multifaceted exploration of identity in his music. Interrogating notions of what constitutes "authentic culture" and how that intersects on a personal, social and larger cultural level, the artist incorporates everything from classic Asian pop to industrial techno beats into his music, putting forth the dancefloor as a space to contemplate these complex ideas in a visceral way of engaging with the material.On his debut album 東方不敗, Tzusing looked to Jin Yong’s The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, a '60s wuxia novel about a swordsman that castrates himself in order to learn a powerful fighting technique, as a way to tackle culturally ingrained notions of masculinity in a flurry aggressive techno, house and club rhythms. Tzusing's new album 绿帽 Green Hat explores the intersection between gender and cultural expectation in a similar manner. It takes inspiration from the story of traveling intellectual Li Yuanming who, during the Tang Dynasty, would routinely leave his wife Cifu alone at home for long stretches of time, inadvertently driving her into the arms of her widowed neighbor, devising a method involving a green hat she stitched for Li that functioned as a green light for her lover to come over.In the same way that Hawthorne's titular scarlet letter functioned as a visual stand-in for infidelity, the green hat calls into question China's complicated history of patriarchal heteronormativity and how feelings of internalized male inadequacy manifest and persist throughout society. This presents itself as a stampede of thunderous drums, menacing synths and guttural chants dripping in testosterone while twinges of fear and anxiety creep their way in from the corners. The second single off the forthcoming album, "偶像包袱(Idol Baggage)," sees Tzusing put this conceptual mindset into practice, with clacking drumsticks and expansive bass marching through a dizzying swirl of dancing strings and manic laughter, ratcheting up the tension as he creates a pervading aura of impending doom throughout the track. "偶像包袱(Idol Baggage)" arrives alongside a new music video directed by Jesse Kanda that sees the Arca and Björk collaborator dramatize this liminal sense of terror and foreboding through a visual exploration of an empty anti-flood container. "This anti-flood tank is the largest in the world of its kind and protects Japan from its colossal vulnerabilities — tsunami and typhoon," Kanda explains. "When inside, it's like being inside the body of a giant. The textures and shapes of the columns and walls are like elegant muscles, garnished with fluid and solid residue. Innocently and most primarily, I wanted to show the beauty of this structure by itself."Related | Jesse Kanda Gets All Soft On UsPassing over vast swaths of concrete bathed in a warm incandescent hue, the visual captures the same looming sense of dread that runs through the track as it takes the viewer down a disorienting journey, contrasting the structure's hard, imposing presence with a warm, inviting palette that comes across as a sort of benevolent brutalism. "Personally, the narrative of the video is of emotion and its direct relationship with the body in the process of dissolving separation," Kanda says. "Relentlessly looking into direct experience — with patience, with love. The typography that is arranged over the video is the Heart Sutra from the Buddhist tradition which correlates to this process."Check out the official Jesse Kanda-directed music video for "偶像包袱(Idol Baggage)" below off Tzusing's forthcoming album 绿帽 Green Hat, out March 31 via PAN.Director and editor: Jesse KandaProducer: Kana FujimakiCinematographer: Timothée LambrecqDrones and photography: Steve GaudinTransport, health and safety: Tomo TakahashiPhotography: Zeng Wu https://www.papermag.com/tszusing-jesse-kanda-idol-baggage-2659567745.html

#Jesse kands #Green hat #Idol baggage #Music #Techno #Arca #Bjork #Brutalism #Tzusing #Matt Moen #PAPER